#famille playing cards

[domusinluna]

Obsessed with these cards illustrated by Pierre Jacquot

Like this? Subscribe to The Attic, my monthly mid-century newsletter for more!

[woso-lover]

Home is, whenever I'm with you | Lena Oberdorf

Lena Oberdorf x german!bayern munich!reader

Summary: Lena suprises you with her move to your childhood club. To finally be with you properly.

Warnings: a bit of angst, fluff

English is not my first language

Masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Girl, I never loved one like you

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You grew up in Munich. Everything you know is there. Your famil. Your friends. Your bestfriend, Sydney. Your club.... Everything you loved was in one place. Exept your home, your lover, Lena Oberdorf. She plays for Wolfsburg. That wouldn't be the problem, even trought its the rival, but Wolfsburg is too far away from Munich, to see each other more then once in a month. And its slowly infecting your realationship.

It's started when you both grow out of the honeymoon phase. That doesn't mean you're stopped being smitten about each other. But the distant made it worse. A 6 hours drive or a one hour flight. It started to come to much.

It wasn't because of the lack of trust you have for each other. You trust each other very much. But you missed the closeness, the cuddles or the kisses. The things you would only get, if you play each other or in the german camp. It was rarely that one come to visit the other. To caught up with training for your clubs.

So everytime the national break started, you follow each other like lost puppies. It's mostly Lena, who follows you everywhere. Her Wolfsburg teammates will tease all the time, when the break is going to start or gets closer. But she doesn't care. She only cares about being close to you.

But you follow her everywhere too. And your teammates tease you about that too. Like obi, you don't care either. You're just happy being with her again.

-

To the problem is only one solution. One has the move clubs. But you both are too stuborn.

"I'm not moving away, liebling. (Darling) I have everything here."

"I change would look on you, baby. You can't always stay in the same place your whole life." Obi argues back on a face time call. It wasn't a fight. More like a discussion, in wich you both bring the same arguments over and over again.

"You know i can't handle change. And it would be a change for you too."

"I know you can't. And i already had a change. I moved from Essen. There wouldn't be so much change. You know half of the from national and you got friends with Lynn."

You look away, to the wall, feeling defeated. "Ha Gotcha, Schatz. (honey)" Obi said happily. "If you move to Bayern, you can play with and see Lea more often." You knew what the Lea card would do. You know that Lena misses to play in the same team as Lea, like in Essen.

"Didn't you wanted to show me your new tattoo idea?" Obi distracts from the topic.

You knew Obi wants to distracts from the topic. She was a bad loser and she knew how right you were, Obi just didn't want to admit that. So you played along.

"What do you think of something like that?" You showed her a page from your sketchbook.

Since then none of you dared to bring up the topic again. In the meanwhile Obi has gotten an offer from bayern munich. She didn't know what to do with it. Should she tell you? Should she ignore it? These question were toturing her mind.

-

Her solution: She's going to ask on national break what you would say if she got an offer from your beloved club.

But unfortunately the right time wouldn't come to Lena. Everytime she was close of telling you something happened. So she finally decide to say it to you no matter what.

She walked into the chill room, wich she knew you mostly are. You were there but you talked with Sydney. She didn't mean to overhear, but she stayed as she heard her own name out if your mouth.

"I love Lena, but i don't know how long it's going to work" Obis face fell. She doesn't want you to think like that. She wants to be with you forever. With sad face she walks away. She talks to you after your conversation with Sydney. But she stopped as she heard Sydney speaking.

"Don't say stupid shit like that. It's going to work out. You both are so smitten and follow each other like lost puppies. It makes me love sick. It's getting to the point to become disgusting."

"Yeah because your Single" you chuckle and on Obis face a smile grows.

"But i'm serious. If you leave, then there would be nothing much different. You still have me and Klara. We still be friends and pull pranks on camp or annoy Laura. Okay? You still got us and the team. We're a big family." Sydney hugs you.

'That's why' Obi realized. You're scared that if you move, your friends will turn their back on you. Obi walked away with smile. Knowing what she's about to do, calling her agent.

-

You were more then suprised as Lena said she will be visiting for a few days, but gadly take it. With Lena being in Munich you were happier. Sydney and Klara took notice of it and asked themselves why. But they got the answer, when Lena picks you up from training.

"Hope it wasn't too boring, being alone." You kissed Obi. After you two broke apart, you hugged her. Behind your back Sydney, Klara and Georgia made gagging faces. Lena rolled her eyes at them.

"No it wasn't, Liebling" It really wasn't. It was exhausting. She was talking with the club, her agent and the Bayern coach. All to negotiate her move to Bayern Munich.

-

The day she signed the contract she had mixed feelings. The tought of leaving Jule behind haunted her. But the blonde told her to go, to get her girl. It made Obi feel a bit better about it, but not fully. The other side was excitment. To be near you. To kiss you everyday. To cuddle with you. To cook with you. To do everything with you.

-

Before the national camp in february the romurs of Lenas move spread over. You saw it too, of course. You didn't know how to feel. There was hope, but you knew to not trust rumors. And Obi wasn't a help either. She only said that she didn't know how or why there are rumors. It broke her heart to see your face fell, just to cover it up quickly with a smile.

-

On the 14th february her move to Bayern will be officinal. She came to munich for the day, because of valentines. She knew you had a came on the evening, so she took you on a date for lunch. The whole day you weren't allowed to look on your phone. You wondered why and asked her. She only told you it would ruin her suprise.

After lunch in your favourite restaurant she took you to your favourite park, in wich you finally were allowed to look on your phone. You looked confussed at her but did anyway.

"Now go on insta"

"Obi what have you done?"

"Nothing" she smiles at you.

You looked on your phone your confussed look turned into shock. You looked up at Obi, who smiled slyly at you. "Suprise?"

"You fucking idiot. I love you" You run to Lena and hug her. "But why would you do that? You didn't had to"

"I know. But i love you. And Bayern didn't Sound that bad." With that she kisses you. Happy play with you next season and to in with you

[sheep-turtles-and-pizza]

They're playing "happy family" card game (le jeu des 7 famille)

Donnie: Oh you wanna play like that, huh?

Comprendra qui pourra XDD

[dekusdarling]

Happy Birthday

“Shotoooooooo” was the voice that rang out, the voice that brought a grin to Shoto Todoroki’s face as he was poked and prodded in the cheek, an instrumental version of “Happy Birthday” playing in the background.

He almost didn’t want to open his eyes; this was perfect enough as is.

But eventually he did.

“Does IcyHot just never wake up?” The voice of a certain blond grumbled from what sounded like the doorframe, causing Shoto’s eyes to flutter open like a motherfucking Disney Prince.

What he opened his eyes to was basically straight out of a Disney movie in his own mind anyways.

Y/n was there, right in front of him, smiling like the angel they were as they pressed gentle kisses to his face.

“Morning, birthday boy,” they mumbled against his cheek, peppering him with kisses until he couldn’t help but laugh, sitting up in his bed. “Good morning, Y/n. Everyone.” He said with a nod, barely acknowledging the other people in the doorway, of which there were quite a lot. But his eyes were focused on the person in front of him, sitting on his bed and grinning like it was their own birthday.

It was refreshing, the clear excitement, all for him. All from the person he adored most, his partner, his friend, his crazy, wild, sweet, utterly wonderful lover.

He was in a perfect state of bliss the whole morning, where he was dragged to the table and fed numerous amounts of food, all tasty in their own ways, but much better when he had a certain someone on his lap, cradling his face while they fed him strawberries and eggs and toast. He was promised soba for lunch, just how he liked it. He was happy.

Really, truly happy, a happy he hadn’t felt in… ever.

He didn’t even have time to change, clad in his pajamas all day, hair tousled and teeth unbrushed, to which no one complained, and yet he felt anxious. He tried to ignore it, he knew why it was there. All he could think about was what would my old man say?

That wasn’t a thought he wished to have at the moment. It was his birthday, after all, he didn’t need to worry about things like hair and showers. He was 17 now.

It wasn’t until lunch was being made, by Bakugo, who had been nominated best cook a week ago (and was secretly proud of it), when Y/n wrapped their arms around his neck from behind, pressing kisses to his cheek and temple and whispered “Would you like to get dressed, my dearest heart?” to which he nodded and stood up, his mind hazy as he was led back to his dorm and into his bathroom, his hair being brushed for him, and his clothes being picked out.

He deserved it, it was his special day, being doted on came with that. Package deal.

But clearly his mind was elsewhere, something he didn’t realize until Y/n’s hand was on his, which was halfway through pulling off his shirt. A rare blush formed on his cheeks as he yanked his shirt back onto his abdomen, mumbling half thought out apologies.

“Something on your mind, Shoto?” They asked quietly, worriedly, their hands still on his as he nodded solemnly.

He didn’t know what he wanted, he had everything he needed. His partner, his friends, food, gifts, cake (ok, the cake wasn’t quite ready, but he knew it was coming), his famil- oh.

Oh.

He looked back up at them, a sense of true and utter embarrassment on his face as he whispered, “I miss my family.”

Words he didn’t think he would say today.

Birthdays at the Todoroki household were not celebrated in a very… traditional way.

Shoto often got a pat on the back from his old man, and a gift from Natsuo and Fuyumi, often something they’d bought with money they’d scraped together (they were too virtuous, i.e. prideful, to use Enji’s credit card). It wasn’t a whole lot, but it was normal.

He hadn’t spent a birthday away from the house yet. It was an upsetting thought, the mixed emotions whirling around his pretty little head and bringing tears to his two toned eyes, which he wiped away with confusion.

It was a heartbreaking sight, he looked so confused and upset, and on his birthday. Y/n wouldn’t stand for that. Not their baby.

Shoto was led out of the room so fast he almost got whiplash, tripping over his own feet and protesting quietly (“Y/n, I never got changed-”) as she dragged him to the common room and sat him on the couch, nodding to Momo, who brought out a computer, already dialing Fuyumi.

Fuyumi picked up immediately, a smile on her face as she set her own computer down, revealing herself with Natsuo and Enji, all wearing party hats, some of them (ahem, Endeavor) trying to pull the cardboard triangles off. Fuyumi elbowed Natsuo, and they all broke out into the “Happy Birthday” song, pushing and nudging like the perfect, imperfect family they were.

All for Shoto.

He could barely keep it together, tears dripping down his face as he talked, conversed normally with his family, his soba being handed to him quietly.

It really was the best birthday he ever had.

The cake, the song, the kisses Y/n gave him, all the way to the last hour, where Y/n was cuddled up with him, hoping to watch his birthday come to its end.

They fell asleep before it ended.

Shoto Todoroki ended his birthday with a smile on his face, truly happy.

Happy Birthday, Shoto.

[detectivemarvelingcomics]

Ik you're working hard on the next nycv chapter buuuuuut if it's okay can i ask for more cute pre-isekai!batsis stuff with the batboys 🥺 if you're okay with it ofc!

Oh I'm always down for writing stuff about NYCV, sure I'll do like some bullet points or something

Not a chapter but y'all get some NYCV stuff too! Also to those who haven't read it this should be readable without having prior knowledge of the series so feel free to sit back and enjoy some Batboys fluff!

Tag list since it's technically NYCV content: @gabytodd @peachydokii @marshmallow12435 @f0leysgurl @luminaaz @lolsnacks @akuri-shinsou @pansinspace @time-shardz @lovely-maryj @urminebutidontwantyou @y3oudsc @rainnyydaysworld  @underworlder @franini @mayo-0-o 

NYCV!Batsis & the Batboys

[Not Your Classic Vigilante Masterlist]

Dick Grayson

As we all know, he's the first batsib, talk about a high bar to reach (ba dum tss), and luckily for you he was an amazing older brother.

Fun where it counts, doting 24/7, protective when the situation calls for it, and stern when he has to be. There's a reason why you looked up to him more than your father in some regards.

Whenever he's off on a mission somewhere far away, he sends you postcards. You keep them in a box under your bed and you haven't thrown a single one away! Each card had a cheesy joke written on them, something to make you smile while he was gone is how he signed them all off with.

There was one time he was on 'Babysitter Duty' (as they later put it) and you ended up staging a bank robbery in the ballroom while he played the Boy Wonder (of course) who saved the day! (Poor Alfred was nominated to be Condiment King).

He's actually insufferable, his coworkers used to hate him because of how often he'd pull his phone/wallet/photobook/whatever could physically hold your picture just to gush and say "Look at my baby sister isn't she perfect?!" "Dude, that's, like, a whole ass teenager" "Shut up."

Although you'd always shown interest in his vigilante work, up until after the whole "I will never be a vigilante thing" much later, Dick was always very very careful in keeping you away from it. Hell, you didn't even know he was a Robin until you wandered into his room one evening when he came back from patrol.

By the time you'd figured him out, he did everything he could to keep you away from harm's way. You just weren't trained to handle yourself, and Dick would be a leader before he was your brother, as much as he'd hate to admit it. So, to keep you safe, he kept you away.

But, when he was there, he made sure to be the best older brother you could ask for. Gifts, advice, jokes, confidants, anything you'd ask. After all, he had competition.

Jason Todd

AKA, the Competition. He's the next batsib you got and so far he apparently holds the title for 'Best Sibling' (according to a ranking system you didn't know about that's being score kept by Alfred, in second place is Cass, for those wondering).

If Dick was the doting older brother then Jason was the annoying one. The kind of brother to open the door to your room, stare at you for five minutes, and walk away like nothing happened. The kind of brother to pull a 'I'm not even bothering you!' kind of move.

But, when it comes down to it, oh this dude's taking a bullet for you. I mentioned it once in the story but he'd always wanted a younger sister and bam he got one, sure he thought you were a spoiled brat at first (and in some ways you were) but hell he's damn sure he'll keep you that way if it meant you'd always be, well, you.

There were some days he'd wonder what it would be like if you'd switched places. If he was the one with the silver spoon and you were the Gotham street rat and nope, shake that thought out of his head. Without you he's sure he'd have gone off the deep end in this vigilante shit.

As much as you'd argue that you both secretly hated each other, you'd remember the time when Jason broke his hand punching Conner Kent in the face. He'd just come back to the family and while you were both getting caught up, you let slip that you broke up because he fell in love with someone else and... whoops. Good thing Tim was there to talk some sense into him.

For the record, Conner did lose his footing, but he argues it's because he was caught off guard, while Jason swears up and down it's because the Lazarus Pit made him stronger, or something like that. You try not to think about it, you're surprised you're still allowed within Titan tower.

He'd never admit it, but of the batsibs he actually knows you best. If the others have questions about what you'd like or how you'd react to something they'd ask Jason. He'd always answer in a way that would wave them off, but he's never been wrong.

Jason, as cold-shouldered as he could be, he has a soft spot for you. If he ever saw you in trouble he's definitely going to step between whatever's going on, don't doubt him on that.

Tim Drake

The first younger brother and, in his argument, therefore the best. Ironically since he was the first younger one you did dote on him a little too much, being the one "good cop" figure in the manor while he was training to be a Robin.

Of course, though you were on the civilian side of things, he actually looked up to you in ways he never could with Dick or Bruce. While they're mainly for the vigilante stuff, you're just there to make sure he doesn't forget who he is: Timothy Drake and not just a Robin.

You were really trying to replicate what your older brothers did for you with Tim, though it was only a little more difficult with his background. Hard to get gifts for someone who probably already has it, and hard to keep secrets and surprises from someone who's good at figuring them out, but you always figured out a way, and those ways always made him happy to see.

Thursdays are Tim and (Y/N) days, everyone in the family knows it. It started out as a mini tradition to get Tim out of the house every now and then and soon it became routine, it was the time you both took to catch up with each other and this especially became true after you went to college. Those times were precious for him, and he always looked forward to it.

Until, that is, other members started crashing it. It started with Dick coincidentally running into you both and suddenly now Jason's already sitting at your booth? And Stephanie? And Cass? Barbara?! What happened to Tim and (Y/N) time?!

But, he had to admit, it was rare to see them all getting along well like this. He couldn't complain, as long as you all got to spend time together that's all that mattered. And, in the end, it was always you two anyway. You are one of his greatest confidants, and he is one of yours likewise. Despite the short age gap, you often found that you shared a lot in common with him. Maybe it was because of your similar backgrounds, or maybe it was because you doted on him so much.

Tim looks up to you. More than you think, and more that you'd expect. Every time you reminded him that you were just a civilian part of it seemed wrong to him. You're as much a part of the family as he is, or as anyone is, and usually it would be him to remind you of that when he caught you distancing yourself again.

You couldn't hide anything from each other, you could read him so easily and he was just good at finding things out. And when it came to being middle siblings, well, that's a pact in and of itself.

Damian Wayne

When you'd heard about getting another younger brother, a blood related one at that, you were ecstatic. Of course, you had Tim, but Tim had his responsibilities to the Drakes too, Damian was a Wayne and so were you, it was a little different.

Sure, his appearance was... sudden. His first impressions not so great either, but you could read him well. He was so young when he came into your father's care and underneath the harsh training and the poisoned words was still that little boy he is and you were determined to help him remember that it was okay to be a boy.

Taking him to the arcade, buying him books, and treating him out for meals were just a few points off of a list of things you've done to make him feel comfortable. You're not a vigilante, you can't help him with training or anything else, but you can help him in other ways and you tried to show that to him.

It took forever. Maybe about a year or so for him to finally open up to you, but once he did it was like a triumph to you, and you knew that you did well when one day you woke up and saw him fast asleep at the foot of your bed, still clad in pajamas and eyes slightly puffy from whatever happened the night before. He's still a boy. You'd remind that to everyone when necessary.

After a while, he would come to you to ask about civilian things, troubles at school, troubles with making friends, and even troubles at galas. And every time you were there to help him out, giving him a few tips and tricks on how to avoid the paprazzi, maybe a clue here and there about what to look out for when looking for friends, and, of course, study tips so he didn't lose his mind in academy.

One day, while waiting to pick him up, there was a knock at your window. It was a woman you'd never seen before. She wore a headscarf that covered her hair and a pair of sunglasses that partially concealed her identity and, hell, if you didn't know any better you'd think that was your own mother. But something told you that she wasn't there to just say hello and, naively, you opened your door and let her in.

She sat at the passenger's seat, everything about her poised and elegant to the point that you were near in awe at her disposition and, quietly, she spoke, "thank you, for everything you've done for Damian." Talia al Ghul, she had to be, why else would she be here? You hadn't heard much about her, you'd barely even seen a few pictures of her from Damian's belongings, but here she was. "Of course," you'd answer, "I know it's not the same, but I know a little bit of how it feels to be alone." And to this she nodded, with a small smile, and with one glance out the car she left, moments later being replaced by Damian.

"So, where are we going today?" He'd ask. You'd give him a list of places, ask him to choose one, and you'd head there with him in tow. One of his favorites had always been the park.

Bonus: Bruce Wayne

I had to include bat-dad. Despite how I write him, he actually really is a good father, just not in the way you'd expect him to be. Y'all hold out for his arc, I promise it will be good!

When you were first dropped off at the manor, you didn't know what to expect from him. He was this huge imposing figure who was clad in black with a scowl on his face, you thought he hated you already. You were so young at the time, how could you have known any better?

Whenever he spoke to you, he'd crouch down and speak in a gentle voice. Whenever you'd ask him of something, even if it seemed like he didn't hear you, you'd see your answer within the next few days. He'd build you a whole other manor if you asked for it.

If only he wasn't so busy, juggling his role as CEO and Batman, he barely had enough time for the both of those, let alone time to raise a daughter, but he tried to show you that he was there in other ways. Fully funding your schooling was a given, but whenever you'd show interest in anything suddenly you'd see more of it in the manor.

When you'd expressed to Dick that you were interested in the piano, you found one in the house the next day. When you'd told Jason that you wanted to read more of a certain author, her entire collection was in the library. You once told Tim that you wanted to go to Metropolis U for college and, out of nowhere, there was an offer for a full ride. You and Damian used to go over to the Kent's to play a certain video game since neither of you had the time to bring it over and, would you look at that, the manor now has a game room.

A series of misunderstandings is what plagued this relationship. One from a father who barely felt the love of a parent and the other from a daughter who vyed for it. You both found your own way of communicating with each other, and it wasn't until the very end where it got strained.

But could you blame him?

You called him a monster.

You didn't even let him explain himself.

But, truthfully, even if you did...

He wasn't sure if you'd understand it.

Hell, he didn't even understand it himself.

All he felt was the heartbreak of realizing he made a mistake that couldn't be undone.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1133: Engradé Peach!~ (Super Smash Bros Ultimate X Sonic)

10:23 a.m. at the Smash Mansion's Dining Room......

Hat Kid: (Places her Last Card Down on a Pile of Other Cards) Uno out! (Smiles Brightly) I win!~

Shadow: (Smiles Softly at Hat Kid While Gently Ruffling the Top of her Hair Beside Him) Very well done, little sister.

Mario: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yes, good game! It's been so long since I've played this game, I forgot how fun it really is.

Sonic: (Smiles Brightly) Right? I'm happy to see ONE of us here remember to bring us his pack of Uno cards today~

Shadow: (Gives Sonic a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Are we seriously coming back to this?

Sonic: (Casually Shrugs) Hey, I'm just saying. Maybe if you had Uno like the rest of us beforehand, I wouldn't have to be on your case about it.

Shadow: (Starts Glaring at Sonic) And MAYBE you'll be disintegrated into ashes if you don't drop it within a few seconds.

Sonic: Good ahead. (Starts Snickering) As if you could even hit me.

Shadow: (Forms a Yellow Light Energy From the Palm of his Hand) Wanna bet?

Mario: (Gives Both his Sons a Stern, Fatherly Glare) Enough, you two! No one is getting disintegrated under your mother and I watch.

Hat Kid: (Nodded in Agreement While Pouting) Yeah!.....Wait. Where Is mommy?

Sonic: Yeah, shouldn't she be up right about now?

Mario: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) She told me she would be out in a minute before I left the room....(Gets Up From his Seat) I should probably go back in there and see if she's o-(Eyes and Mouth Suddenly Begins to Widened at What is in Front of Him Right Now) kayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy......

The trio starts to mimic their father's expression a bit as they lay witness to their mother, Princess Peach, wearing a blue, wide hat with a red rose sitting on one side and a white feather stitched on the other, blue high boots, blue dress tailed jacket, a red dress shirt, and bright white pants.

Peach: (Happily Greets her Family) Bonjour, my sweet, loving famille!~

Sonic: Mom, is that really you?

Shadow: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) And were you speaking French just now?

Peach: (Happily Nodded) Yep-Yep!~ I was going through my clothes in the closest till I stumbled upon this beauty and I am sooooo glad it fits me, cause that means I don't have to look aimlessly for a costume for Halloween this year!~ (Happily Jumps Around and Squeals For a Few Seconds Before Calming Herself Down) Okay, okay. My mind's already set on this, but what do you guys think? (Starts Turning Herself From Side to Side a Bit) Does it look good, bad, decent? Good enough to be trick or treating worthy at least?

Sonic: (Smiles Brightly) Relax, mom. You look great, really!

Hat Kid: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) And very pretty!~

Shadow: (Smiles a Little).Don't forget heroic as well.

Mario is still struck in awe at how his girlfriend currently looks before the snapping sound of Shadow's finger manage to bring him back to reality.

Mario: HUH! OH! U-um.... Yeah! Yeah, it looks great on you, dear. And se-I-i MEAN! Beautiful! You also beautiful i mean!.....Definitely what I said.

Peach: (Stares at her Man for a Brief Second Before Forming the Most Devious Smirk She Has Ever Mustered Before) Really now?~

Mario: Yes. Y-You're as beautiful as you always were. (Finally Starts Blushing) In so many way~

Peach: (Playfully Clasps her Hands Together) Well, I am oh so flattered you think very highly of me, dear!~ But tell me something. (Slowly and Seductively Walks Closer to Mario) Does this outfit I'm wearing in particular make heart skip a beat? Make you near speechless? Make you fall head over heels for me all over again?~

Mario: ........You mean.....H-Hypothetically....speaking or-

Peach: Or perhaps!~ (Happily Scoops Mario Up into her Arms, Holding him Like a Bride) It makes you think or maybe even swoon over the possibility of me saving you again one of these days while protecting you at all cost, in my arms~ Does that sound like something you would love to happen, Mario honey?~

Mario: .............................................Sí, mamma. (Notices his Kids Are Still Present Before Turning into a Blushing Mess) I-I MEAN, YES, mommy- I MEAN, momma- I-I MEAN, ma'am! Ma'am. That's what I meant: ma'am. Nothing more than that, just ma'am!

Sonic: Riiiiiight. You good, pops? You almost look more redder than your shirt right now.

Hat Kid: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) And why do keeping mommy "mommy" for?

Mario: (Quickly Puts on a Sheepish Smile on his Face) I-It's nothing, you two, really. Your father is just being real silly right now and......(Notices Peach's Staring at Him With a Playful Grin on her Face Before Glaring) You.

Peach: Me!~

Mario: That look....(Shakingly Points at his Princess) Y-You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Peach: (Place her Finger on the Side on her Cheek While Smiling Innocently) Perhaps~

Mario: Why!?

Peach: (Giggles Softly While Hugging and Rocking Mario Around Back and Forth) Because I love you to kingdom come and I wanted to see if I get a raise out of you on the cuteness scale!~ (Boops on Mario's Nose)

Mario: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) Yet again with this? Honey, I told you a million times that nothing about me is cute!!

Shadow: He's right, mother. Father's not cute.

Mario: See? Shadow agrees with-

Shadow: He adorable.

Sonic: Yep.

Hat Kid: (Nodded in Agreement) Mmmhmm.

Mario: (Eyes and Mouth Widens Once More in Complete Disbelief Before Facepalming Himself and Groaning in Defeat) Mamma mia.....You're never gonna let me live this down, are you?

??????: 'Fraid not, Momma's boy!

Mario turns to see Bowser smirking at him.

Bowser: Hell, if you ask me, I think the nickname is much more suiting for a mustache shrimp like you. (Let's Out an Evil Laugh Before Causally Bumping his Shoulder Onto Peach's) Am I right, babe? Or am I-

Peach angrily points her rapier at Bowser's chin in silence with a darken look in his eyes.

Bowser: (Immediately Gets Startled Before Backing Away) On second thought, nevermind! I just remembered I got stuff to....do. (Quickly Runs Away for Dear Life)

Mario: (Turns Back to Peach) Thanks for that, dear.

Peach: Anytime, honey. I thought of a way to make it up to you completely if you want. Like......

Peach then starts whispering into Mario's ear. It wasn't long for the italian plumber to widen his eyes yet again.

Mario: Really? A-Are you sure?

Peach: (Giggles Softly) Of course~ It's the least I can do for making all flustered earlier. And besides....(Puts on a Seductive Smirk on her Face) A hero must always give their fair prince the love and nurture they so much deserve, Am I right?~ (Gives Mario a Big Kiss on the Cheek)

Mario: (Awe Struck by Peach's Kiss and Offer Before Turning Back to the Trio) Kids, your mother and I are going back to room for a bit.

Peach: (Happily Skips Away While Still Carrying Mario in her Hands) See you in an hour or two!~

Shadow: (Couldn't Proprehand What has Just Happened With a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Well. With that happened....(Turns Back to Hat Kid and Sonic) Who wants start a new game of Uno?

Hat Kid: (Happily Raises Her Hand) I do!

Sonic: (Starts Getting Himself Up From his Chair Before Stretching) Sorry, no can do. Gotta meet back with Amy today for our daily cuddles

Shadow: (Raises an Eyebrow) You two arranged cuddle sessions?

Sonic: Uh duh. Obviously. We've been dating for a long time now, it was bound to happen soon or later. And besides......(Starts Blushing a Little While Rubbing the Back of his Quills Back and Forth) Ames' a really good cuddler and junk...... (Points at Shadow and Hat Kid) Don't tell her I said that though.

Hat Kid: (Giggles Softly)

Shadow: Don't worry. We won't say anything.

Sonic: (Starts Grinning Again) Much obliged. You guys enjoy the rest of your Uno game. See yaaaa! (Starts Running Off in a Speed of Light)

Shadow: ('Sigh') Be cautious of romance going forward, sis. You'll either end up as overly dorky as our entire family.....

The duo hears the sound of wailing as they turns to see Bowser covering his face down on the table with Ludwig sitting right next to him.

Ludwig: Father, you're going to have to move on sooner or later.

Bowser: ('Sniff') Easy for you to say! How can I move on from Peach when she's so fricking COOOHOOHOOHOOOOL!~ (Starts Burst Out Crying)

Ludwig: (Sighs While Gently Rubbing his Father's Shell) There, there.

Hat Kid: (Starts Giggling at Bowser's Dispense)

Shadow: .....Or as helplessly pathetic as King of All Koopas apparently. (Slowly Shakes his Head) Embarrassing.....

@bestpony666

@cyber-wildcat

@albion-93

@caleb13frede

@ma-lemons

[onsunnyside]

My thoughts on what your characters would be going on Easter 🐣

Andy from cruel gifting reader a Easter basket, but inside it’s filled with nothing but sex toys, handcuffs, lingerie, lube. (Also some cash)

Bambi freaking out because this is her first Easter as a mom (to Thumper, but still counts) and everything must be perfect. She has hidden temptations (cat treats) in plastic eggs all around the compound. Everyone in the compound must wear bunny ears all day except for Steve. Steve is forced to wear a full bunny costume so Thumper can meet the Easter bunny. thumper is wearing a suit with his tummy Chonk falling out and just has no care in the world. “No thoughts, just food.”

Himbo jake and reader doing a family Easter dinner with both their familes. Jake says at the table that this is really important to both of them because this is their first Easter dinner as a couple and everyone looks at each other confused because they all had dinner together last year and they all assumed jake and reader were a couple..? No one is more confused then readers mom who got sent a photo by jake by accident that was clearly meant for the reader.. (he used body paint to paint his balls gold and took a photo and and said “come find the golden Easter eggs)

The boys at the frat house made the girls from the sorority cook them a fancy dinner all while they had to wear basically like Elle Woods costume in legally blonde but sexier. Then the omegas played a Easter egg hunt set up by the boys and inside each one of the eggs were either a truth or a dare. In the end, Legacy had to give jake a lap dance, tell everyone who the best person she’s ever slept with (Steve obvi) spend 3 minutes sitting on Ari’s lap and make out with Ransom and Bucky for 2 minutes. Steve was PISSED at the end of the game, thinking of every punishment he could for Legacy. He knew it was just a game and she couldn’t refuse her dares but still. Steve also didn’t have it easy because several other girls got dares and truths that included him. One girl said that her best sex was also with BOTH Steve and Bucky together. Which made reader really mad. One girl had to suck on his finger for 45 seconds he made eye contact with reader the whole time. Several girls got to choose who they made out with for 2 minutes and some got cards saying they had to make out with Steve. In total he made out with 6 girls (two at the same time)

Those were just some of my Easter ideas :)

I LOVE ALL OF THIS !!

[bighands42]

Exhibit

Saturdays are great for going out with your loved one to shop, eat, drink and play. We had both been busy with non stop work so finally getting a chance to be with one another was wonderful. We worked out plans for the day, just a couple things to relax and enjoy.

We awoke slowly and took our time getting ready. Headed out early for breakfast at a favorite place. Seated comfortably in a booth, we share the same side cuddled together. I slide my hands along your beautiful legs, teasing us both with how close I get to your panties in that frilly skirt. We order yummy food and tease each other while we wait. Your hand slides down to my obviously hard package and squeezes with lusty desire. I play with your lips inside your panties with my fingers as your wetness soaks my fingertips. Our entree arrives and we distract ourselves with great food. We pay the check and hop in the car, on to the next!

Struggling to keep the car driving straight, your legs and skirt are wide open, panties pulled aside. My two big fingers are deep in your lips and massaging your g spot. Your whimpers and sexy moans keep my dick as hard as it gets. You squeeze your creamy thighs tight around my hand as you contract and brace yourself against the door, armrest and floor. Cumming harder and harder, I have to fight against your strong legs to see how long I can keep making you cum. I look around to see if anyone notices as you scream in ecstasy for the last time.

“Fuck Daddy, that was unbelievable.”

We stop at a place around the corner. After you’ve composed yourself and panties and skirt, I look back as we’ve gotten out of the car to see the hot little stain in your seat. I wanted to shove your face in it as I fuck you from behind, but there’s people around and it’s Putt putt golf time!

We buy our rounds and set up at the first hole. I let you start, mostly to grab my package and try to see your panties while you bend over and putt. A good hit, stopped halfway. I tee up and send it fairly close. You finish it off and I bring it home too. Filling out the score card my eyes focus beyond to see you sitting on the bench at the next hole.

Legs crossed I can barely see your black panties. We make eye contact after looking around. Your legs uncross as you tease me and spread your legs open just enough to see your wet little panties.

You look around again to see the coast is still clear so to my delight you pull your panties over and show me your wet little swollen lips. Glistening wet you slide a finger inside. Quickly you pull your hand away and hide everything with your skirt, as a couple walks by.

Embarrassed and unsure if they saw anything, your cheeks get even more rosy as you smile and wink at me from afar as I chuckle and imagine tasting your fingers.

I set up for the next hole since I won the last. Practicing my shot, you sneak up and force your wet finger in my mouth. I suck on your tasty juices while my cock throbs beneath.

“Thank you little girl.” Somehow she knew.

Two more holes and we circle back around the backside to finish up. We have the place to ourselves it seems since we’ve made space in front of us and the landscape blocks from the slow players behind.

Reading my mind again you hop on top of me, sitting me down on the halfway bench. Your hands hurry furiously as you unzip and pull out my thick veiny cock which you shove in your wet flesh with your panties pulled aside already. You shiver as you sit your creamy ass cheeks slowly all the way down my long cock, finally reaching and grinding at my base as I put my hand over your uncontrollably shrieking little slut mouth. Ecstatic to have my engorged cock meat spreading your walls from the inside, you hop and grind on me until I worry about the strength of the old bench.

Just about when you start seizing and squeezing on my soaked cock, someone who has only the anger and disgust as an owner can have, runs towards us yelling “No! Stop! This is a family place!” You hop up immediately and stand shaking beside me as I push my hard cock back in my pants and apologize profusely to the old man.

“Daddy?”

“One minute hun.” He walks us briskly out to the exit gate and I offer money to appease him. He tells us we’re banned and turns away rudely and stomps back to the office.

“Holy shit that was close! I thought he had called the cops!”

“Daddy?”

“Yes Little girl? What could it possibly be?”

We look down at her hand on her thigh as she cups and holds my cum sliding out of her soaked pussy lips.

“I didn’t realize when we got caught! You pumped your cum all inside my pussy, Daddy! It’s everywhere, there’s so much! I know it’s been inside my pathetic cunt, but can I put it in my mouth? I want to taste you on my tongue and swallow your cock cum, pleeeasee?”

“Yes my pathetic little whore, I know you need my cum in your mouth and down your throat to feel like the fucking useless slut you are.”

“Thank you Daddy!!” You pour my hot cum into your mouth and lick your palm clean. Smiling and smirking at me, you play with my cum in your mouth; spitting it on to your lips and mouth and then lapping it up with your tongue and fingers until my white mess on your face is clean and swallowed down your cum dumpster throat.

“Good girl, my filthy little cum slut. Now let’s get you home before we get in any REAL trouble!”

[lepagenovembre]

A new member of the family! The potion seller is here to tell you that the deadline for the playing cards pre-order is the 7th of February! Of course the cards will be available after that, pre-orders are just an ENORMOUS help for me! So if you wanted the deck, consider checking i out!

💙Voici une nouvelle membre de la famille! La vendeur de potion est ici pour vous dire que la pre-commande pour le jeu de carte s’arrête le 7 février! Bien sûr les jeux seront disponible par la suite, mais les pre-commandes m’aident ÉNORMÉMENT! Si vous vouliez commander le jeu, n’hésitez donc pas à aller regarder!

💙 www.lepagenovembre.com/shop

[clubpheiyngphxn]

The Acrobat Family, Paul Gustave Doré

1. La famille du saltimbanque, l'enfant blessé (Acrobat family, wounded child), 1853

2. Les Saltimbanques, artistes itinérants, 1874.

Gustave Doré had two versions of The Acrobat Family, painted with a difference of 20 years. One version of the painting is "earthly" and the other is "infernal". Both tell about the tragedy of a family of circus artists.

A child dying of a deadly wound on his head on his mother's arms. Behind the scenes there was a circus performance, during which the child was injured. Obviously, the child, helping his father during a rope balancing, fell and was seriously injured. The canvas does not depict any active actions, but pain and despair are still felt. There are many objects on the canvas that emphasise the profession of the heroes: on the right side of the frame, there are a tambourine, a trumpet and ball juggling.

An innocent child is written in light colours that contrast with the dark background and parents. Thus, the cheerfulness and extravaganza of the show yielded to the dramatic scene in complete silence. Dore is a really talented colourist: the white wall contrasts with the red blood of the child, and the bright colours of carnival circus clothes contrast with the white clothes of the injured child, resembling an angel. The show is stopped - in a distant background in the dark, on the edge of the frame, crowds of curious observing acrobats and spectators stopped their activities and contemplate the grief of mother and father in silence.

The mother presses a pale child against her, from whom life leaves, closing her eyes, perhaps praying. She is wearing a long blue coat, a crown crowned with her head, a deliberate image of a gypsy woman (dark skin and brown curly hair) catches the eye. Obviously, he works as a fortune-teller in the circus. She has play cards in the form of a semicircle. In the centre, on the axis of the mother and son's body, the map is illuminated: it is an ace of spades symbolising death. Has she read her son's fate? Is that why despair is so written on her face?

The inferior version of the picture takes us to a metaphysical standard of living. The earthly version shows the situation as it is. We see details of everyday life, circus equipment, animals, costumes, etc. In the infernal version there is nothing like that, it all doesn't make sense on an eternity scale. The heroes themselves also do not appear quite in their guises, the artist shows us their interior.

Gustave Doré witnessed this tragedy, but he not only sympathised with the boy's parents, but also resented them for the fact that in wanting to earn money, they not only deprived the child of childhood, risked his life, but also eventually killed him. The boy's father looks like the devil. The thirst for profit took possession of him, such is his interior, which the artist revealed to us in the infernal version of the painting.

[larlenaclothing]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Snakesss.

[casketsanctum]

A Ravenloft Reading Recommendation (ARRR!)

Alright, everyone! It's almost Halloween, and you (probably) recently got Curse of Strahd and Van Richten's Guide to Ravenloft but you want to know more about these terror-filled prisons. Well, grab your adventuring gear and delve with me into the Domains of Dread! This'll be a long one, so strap in and remember: Mistipedia is your friend.

This list covers Second Edition Ravenloft, Third Edition Ravenloft, and the novels. I can only hope I got everything in this.

Let's start with...

Second Edition Ravenloft

Realm of Terror

This is the original campaign setting for 2e Ravenloft, coming with 144 pages of rules, NPCs and domains, as well as a bunch of other goodies (maps, card stock sheets, and a transparent map overlay). Realm of Terror predates the Grand Conjunction timeline, so in terms of in-game time... it's a bit out of date. A lot of it, according to John Mangrum, is incoherent and many of the dates in this contradict others, so be careful about what you use here.

- You get... Rules for the Demiplane of Dread, alternate rules for Classes, Spells, the Dark Powers Check, fear and horror rules, as well as new spells, new magical items, and the different Dark Lords and Domains you can explore.

Ravenloft Campaign Setting (Box)

The revised campaign setting for 2nd Edition. Takes Grand Conjunction into account. Not to be confused for the book from 3rd Edition.

Domains of Dread

Third and final version of Ravenloft in the days of TSR. Introduces clusters and pocket domains, as well as new secret societies and several new classes. Postdates Requiem: The Grim Harvest.

Masque of the Red Death

A sub-setting of Ravenloft, taking place on a 1890's Gothic Earth.

- The Gothic Earth Gazetteer: Like the Ravenloft Gazetteers, you get details on the lands of Gothic Earth and their inhabitants. - A Guide to Transylvania

And More...

Islands of Terror - Self explanatory, new island domains! Nidala, Wildlands, Sceana, I'Cath, etc.

Darklords - This covers a handful darklords.

Forbidden Lore - A Ravenloft setting expansion. Rules for the Tarokka Deck and Dikesha Dice. Secret societies, spells, cursed items, as well as expanded psionics, curses, and power checks. You also get the domain of Kalidnay.

Forged in Darkness - Lots of cursed items.

Children of the Night: Vampires - 13 New vampire NPCs. Children of the Night: Ghosts - 13 New ghost NPCs. Children of the Night: Werebeasts - 13 New lycanthrope NPCs. Children of the Night: The Created - 13 New construct NPCs.

Champions of the Mists - New heroic NPCs and new Character Kits.

Carnival - NPCs that make up Isolde's Carnival.

Classic Van Richten's Guides (Either 2nd or 3rd Edition)

These have Van Richten lore in it, so I would read these if not for the main content.

Van Richten's Arsenal With VR Arsenal, you get new tools and devices, new arcane and divine spells, new magic items, and alchemical devices and feats. It also comes with Prestige Classes like the Alchemical Philosopher and the Anchorite of the Mists, as well as a guide to plan investigations and battles and plenty of NPC stat sheets with detailed backgrounds.

Van Richten's Guide to Demons

Van Richten's Guide to Ghosts

Van Richten's Guide to the Ancient Dead

Van Richten's Guide to the Created

Van Richten's Guide to the Lich

Van Richten's Guide to the Mists - We usually ignore this book because of it's questionable lore.

Van Richten's Guide to the Shadow Fey

Van Richten's Guide to the Vistani An excellent exploration of Vistani.

Van Richten's Guide to the Walking Dead

Van Richten's Guide to Vampires

Van Richten's Guide to Werebeasts

Van Richten's Guide to Witches Included within VR's Compendium 3.

Van Richten's Monster Hunter's Compendium I (Vampires, Werebeasts, Created)

Van Richten's Monster Hunter's Compendium II (Ghosts, Liches, Ancient Dead)

Van Richten's Monster Hunter's Compendium III (Demons, Vistani, Witches)

Modules

Feast of Goblyns - The first module of the Grand Conjunction series. Domains: Kartakass, Gundarak, Daglan.

Ship of Horror - The second module of the Grand Conjunction series. Domains: Sea of Sorrows, Nebigtode.

Touch of Death - The third module of the Grand Conjunction series. Domains: Har'Akir.

Night of the Walking Dead - Fourth module of the Grand Conjunction series. Domains: Sourange.

From the Shadows - Fifth module of the Grand Conjunction series. Domains: Darkon, Barovia.

Roots of Evil - Sixth and final module of the Grand Conjunction series and the follow-up of From the Shadows. Domains: Barovia.

Death Unchained - Part one of Grim Harvest.

Death Ascendant - Part two of Grim Harvest.

Requiem: the Grim Harvest (Boxed Set) - Death Triumphant, the last part of Grim Harvest.

Death Undaunted - Written by John Mangrum, never published, but still good!! Played it with a wonderful DM.

Book of Crypts - Nine short module anthology. Contains: Bride of Mordenheim, Blood in Moondale, The Dark Minstrel, The Cedar Chest, Corrupted Innocents, Rite of Terror, The Man With Three Faces, The Living Crypt, and Death's Cold Laughter.

Thoughts of Darkness - Elder brains, Mindflayers and a Von Zarovich, oh my! I played this one with a wonderful DM. Very fun.

The Created - Odaire

Web of Illusion - Sri Raji

Castles Forlorn - Forlorn

Dark of the Moon - Vorostokov

Adam's Wrath - Lamordia

The Awakening - Nova Vaasa

Hour of the Knife - Zherisia

Howls in the Night - Mordent

When Black Roses Blood - Sithicus

A Light in the Belfry (Boxed Set) - Avonleigh

Circle of Darkness - G'Henna

Chilling Tales (Anthology) - Through Darkened Eyes (Tepest), Undying Justice (Borca), Gazing into the Abyss (Darkon), Family Feud (Valachan), Surgeon's Blade (Lamordia), Scarlet Kiss (Mordentshire), Ancient Dead (Har'Akir), The Taskmaster's Leash (Dementlieu)

The Evil Eye - Invidia

The Nightmare Lands (Boxed Set)

Neither Man Nor Beast - Markovia

The Shadow Rift

Vecna Reborn

Die, Vecna, Die!

Third Edition Ravenloft

Ravenloft Third Edition (Campign Setting)

An update of Ravenloft to 3e.

Ravenloft Dungeon Master's Guide

Campaign creation, creating domains and communities, sinkholes of evil, samples of NPCs, as well as psionics and magic within Ravenloft. Cursed / Magic Items. Basically chapter one of Van Richten's Guide to Ravenloft, but more fleshed out.

Ravenloft Player's Handbook

New mechanics like class weaknesses and magic ratings.

Secrets of the Dread Realms - Contains a new prestige class and a list of darklords by domain (with detailed backgrounds!)

Denizens of Darkness - New monsters! (3e)

Denizens of Dread - New monsters! (3.5e)

Heroes of Light - Focuses on heroic characters and deeds within Ravenloft. Prestige classes, secret societies, NPCs, and a heroic campaign guide.

Champions of Darkness - Focuses on anti-heroes. Prestige classes, secret societies, NPCs and an anti-hero campaign guide.

Legacy of the Blood - THIS IS A GOOD BOOK. Details on several powerful familes of the Core. Includes options to make characters related to that family and story hooks that go with it. Includes: Boritsi, d'Honaire, Dilisnya, Drakov, Godefroy, Hiregaard, Mordenheim, Renier, and the Von Zarovich families.

Masque of the Red Death (3rd Edition)

No modules in this one.

Ravenloft Gazetteers

A DM's dream come true... You get a massive amount of information and lore with these. Comes with a side-story. Very good!

- Volume 1 - Barovia, Hazlan, Forlorn, Kartakass

- Volume 2 - Darkon, Necropolis, Lamordia, Falkovnia

- Volume 3 - Dementlieu, Richemulot, Mordent

- Volume 4 - Borca, Invidia, Verbrek, Valachan, Sithicus

- Volume 5 - Nova Vaasa, Tepest, Keening, Shadow Rift

Modules

Dark Tales and Disturbing Legends - More modules! This is an anthology.

Expedition to Castle Ravenloft - Update to I6: Ravenloft.

Novels

Vampire of the Mists (Good!)

Knight of the Black Rose (Not a big fan of Soth, in my honest option.)

Dance of the Dead

Tapestry of Dark Souls

Carnival of Fear

I, Strahd (A classic.)

I, Strahd: The War Against Azalin (Read this one. Excellent!)

The Enemy Within

Mordenheim

Tales of Ravenloft (19 Short Stories - The Caretaker is my favorite. It has Strahd.)

Tower of Doom (Personally, if you don't want your eyes cursed, I would not read this. This has been a warning. I told you so.)

Baroness of Blood

Death of Darklord

Scholar of Decay

King of the Dead (A must-read. It's that good.)

To Sleep with Evil

Lord of the Necropolis

Shadowborn

Spectre of the Black Rose

Heart of Midnight

[imalwayskidding]

FOOTBALL AU!

Check the plot!!!

Basic info

He mostly plays attack/centre. Usually the one to lead charges to score and break the other players ankles when they steal the ball.

He has a habit for getting carried away (despite his efforts for self-control) and slams too hard into enemy players. This has earned him a lot of rivalries with other teams and even some red card violations.

During practice or friendly games they sometimes put him as a goalkeeper. He's quite good at it and they don't have a fixed goalkeeper at the moment. It also gets him away from the field if he's too worked up.

It's cold so he wears a polo leotard under the team uniform. He chose the number 1 because that's how he seems himself, it makes him feel good and confident.

He "needs full movement of his legs" so the shorts stay as they are, ofcourse.

He naps before important matches to gather his energy and strength.

The plot.

He has been playing football his whole life. He considers it part of who he is.

The team is doing well locally, and they're trying really hard to get a place in the National Championship coming soon. Their goalkeeper quit so they're having difficulties.

Itachi wants to get noticed by an official team so he is internally panicking about their prospects. He might leave the team and join elsewhere if he sees they don't have chances of making it.

Their team dynamic

Itachi isn't interested in anything that doesn't concern the team. He's quite strict and lectures them on their mistakes.

However, he knows team dynamics are important (unfortunately) so he actually tries to be friendly.

He comments on good plays, gives advice and even offers joint training + exercise sessions(and the others do join in when they can).

The others also dream of playing football as their career. They are very dedicated to this goal and take the team seriously.

It pleases Itachi that they share his determination to succeed.

He still does not join in unrelated group activities. He doesn't like people, even though these ones are... tolerable.

They earnestly listen to his criticisms and discuss his own areas of improvement.

Their passion makes him feel like they're in this together, that they're almost a famil-

No.

The... issue

The team hates it when he's aggressive on the field. It always creates a horrible tension between them. They've talked to him about it multiple times and although he, begrudgingly, agreed to work on it he still gets caught up in the moment sometimes.

He hates it when his emotions take over in the field. He hates it when he messes up. Again.

Itachi has been with this team for a long time and scores a lot of their goals. They would never kick him out, but his increasing attitude problem is making him harder to handle during matches. They also have a dream to think of and he could become a disadvantage if he continues.

Itachi is not handling the stress about the upcoming National Championship well. They are behind without a good goalkeeper and they're running out of time.

His restlessness has resulted in more incidents that, despite not causing trouble so far, throw off the rest of the team.

The now

Today's match ended 15 minutes ago. Another win, but that's not enough.

Right now, no one else cares. They won.

They changed clothes. They're going home.

He's wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, with his bag slung over his right shoulder. No time for any training, this was a late match and the sun has already set.

A quick word with the team, to tell them what they did right, and all they could still fix. It's late. They're tired but they smile along and nod to every word.

A quick goodbye. They all wave at him with whatever energy they have left as they walk off together to the nearest coffeeshop. They call back an invitation -as they always do. He turns it down -as he always does- and begins the walk home in the opposite direction.

He does not smile. But- but it feels good. Peaceful. He's ready to head off to bed and sleep.

[ddarker-dreams]

Pandora’s Box. Yan Chrollo x Reader

Warnings: Medicine mention, descriptions of anxiety, and implied minor character death. Word count: 2.7k.

A simple plan is the best kind to have. 

The less variables at play, the higher your rates of success are. You’ve anticipated some margin of error, a safety net of sorts, to be used if necessary. Everything within your realm of influence has been taken into account. Your friend in a car meeting you at a dead spot, a train ticket purchased with a prepaid visa card on a VPN, and a few precious pieces of jewelry to be pawned off at a later time. Scraping these assets together is a commendable feat, having to skulk around to make it this far.

Nothing feels out of the ordinary, you think. Your preparations are almost complete. All that’s left is to wait to ensure the beast in hiding cannot come for you.

Prayer doesn’t traditionally feel worth the effort -- any god that’d allow you to be subjugated to a hell such as this is no god worth pleading to -- but tonight is different. Tonight you pray to any deity that may spare you some pity, that this plan may succeed without a hitch. The time signals the beginning of the next phase, the most vital aspect. 

Tonight’s soup had an additional ingredient, a generous helping of sleep inducing pills. To avoid suspicion, you partook in the meal as usual, hoping to cancel out the effects later by ingesting a gratuitous amount of energy drinks. It served the original purpose of fending off fatigue, but not without presenting a unique set of problems of its own. The caffeine has served to heighten your anxiety, upping what was already a nerve-wracking experience to a new level. 

Your guts feeling like they’re rearranging themselves, your body not capable of forgoing fidgeting a single moment. No longer can you tell if it’s nausea, stomach pain, or hyperventilation. Maybe it’s everything at once. All you know is that you’ve never had your body working against you more than now. Every nerve is frayed, your senses on high alert to any shadow or noise.

Deep breaths no longer bring you reprieve. Each raggedy breath you manage to squeeze out is an accomplishment, overshadowed by the fear that he might hear you. How irrational a thought, that Chrollo would be capable of picking up on the differences in your breathing from afar. It doesn’t matter how illogical the worry may be. With Chrollo, you’ve learned that nothing is impossible. To expect the unexpected has been the mantra of your mind these past few months. 

Just a bit longer... I need to know he’s asleep for sure. Or else it’s over.

Your foot taps against the ground in a frantic rhythm, ears ringing like funeral tolls. The last time you dared peak into your shared room with Chrollo, he was supposedly fast asleep, out like a light. What should’ve been a cause for victory brought nothing but a fresh wave of dread. A guessing game ensues. Trying to decipher his body language from earlier for hints only serves to make you feel worse. You’ve been so cautious, walking on sheets of thin ice at every move. Chrollo hadn’t acted out of the ordinary to your knowledge. Not that he has a way of acting ‘ordinary’ anyways, your limited understanding of his person having to suffice. 

Should everything be going according to your design, your friend will be in position to pick you up. There’s no more stalling, the point of return ahead of you.

It’s time.

You do a final check over your mental checklist. Your backpack is stocked with the necessities: toiletries, a few changes of clothes, a filtered hydro flask, non perishable foods and your train ticket. To any onlooker it might look like you’re going hiking. Sporting worn sneakers, loose-fitting clothes, and having your hair pulled away from your face. This is really it. The culmination of sneaking around behind Chrollo’s back for months, unfolding before your very eyes. Everything is falling into place as it’s meant to.

You walk to the door. 

Each step you take is quiet as can be. Every shuffle of clothes, or the slightest of creaks from the floorboards, causes you to wince and pause. This penthouse has served as your personal circle of hell for months on end, the walls absorbing your cries and screams. You despise this place with every fiber of your being. The antique décor, the ancient texts that lay strewn about, the scent of sandalwood that you find nauseating. 

Ghosts of the past return to haunt you as you walk through different areas. Swirling around your head, they threaten to consume you, chipping away at your resolve. His hypnotic voice resonates in your mind like whispers of the serpent in the garden, tempting you. Weighing you down. Not even your own mind is a safe haven from his speech that disguises itself as flowery, when the reality is far more sinister. Chrollo’s words are constricting vines, lined with thorns, embedding themselves deeper into your flesh the harder you try to pry them out. 

“Don’t you remember how difficult your life was before me?” 

Another step.

“All those people who left you, who took advantage of you?” 

Your hands shake around your small, homemade EMP. It’s made from spare parts you managed to find around the penthouse, clumsily assembled through trial and error. The pulse it emits is next to nothing. Copper coils threaten to fall loose at any second when you raise it to the security system by the door. Holding your breath, you press down on the trigger. The device lets out rapid clicking sounds, the security monitor flickering before going blank. 

“I know you’ll come around.” 

Finally, come the excessive locks on the door. The compressed air you said you needed for cleaning is next up. The can is cool against your trembling fingers, white specs decorating the locks as you spray them over. With some persistence, they come undone, one after the other. Unshackling you from the depths. You open the door that’s mocked you relentlessly for months, withholding your prized freedom. 

“But even in the event that you don’t...” 

The surrounding world is a blur of colors. Your eyes don’t focus on any object for too long, scanning your surroundings for potential threats. It feels as if your stomach is in your throat when the elevator starts its descent. He had you up on the fiftieth floor? 

You fixate on the screen, numbers not flashing by fast enough for your liking.

40. 

20.

5. 

1.

“Well. There are always ways of overcoming inconveniences such as that.” 

It’s an extravagant lobby. Far more luxurious than you could ever have hoped to afford, this building being one of the most exclusive in Yorknew. The person at the front desk calls out and you ignore it. You must look mighty suspicious, not that you care. The priority now is escape. Running out the revolving door, crisp autumn air greets you. You’ve never felt more grateful for the bustling streets of the city. Even at night the city remains awake, making it easier to blend in. No one out here spares you a second glance as you weave in and out of fast paced crowds. 

23rd street. That’s where you’ll meet up with your friend, who will then transport you to the subway. Glancing up at the signposts, you realize you’ll be in for some walking. There’s no letting your guard down. Constantly looking over your shoulder, all you see are the faces of strangers. You’ve never felt so grateful to be a part of a crowd. 

Finally, after walking for what feels like an eternity, you spot your beacon of hope. A clothing store’s bright neon sign, which your friend sits parked in front of. Since these stores are closed this time of day, the crowd that once surrounded you have thinned out, yet you try not to fixate on the lack of cover. Jay walking across the street doesn’t prove to be an issue. The pollution from the city hides the stars behind a layer of smog, streetlamps your lone source of light.

Heart hammering in your chest, you tap on the window of her car with urgency. “Amelia, it’s me. [First].” 

You hear the doors unlock. 

Taking it as a sign she heard you, you waste no time swinging into the passenger seat of the car. Amelia immediately turns the keys, car humming to life. Your chest heaves with exhaustion from the draining events. This is it. The second to last step before you reclaim your freedom. It’s almost like a dream, the light at the end of a long tunnel. Amelia’s appearance is just as you recalled it. Hazel eyes, tan skin, long black hair, and an average build. Your heart leaps at the sight of her.

“I’ve been so worried about you,” your friend confesses in a hushed whisper. “[First], what... what happened? You completely fell off the face of the Earth for months. Then you contact me out of nowhere? What’s going on?” 

It isn’t easy meeting her eyes, so you don’t. “I... I don’t know if it’s safe to talk about it. The less you know, the better.”

She takes a moment to assess you before sighing. “Alright, I can tell this is serious. Just... I’m glad you’re alright.” 

Amelia begins driving without another word. Silence hangs in the air, offering a time to reflect. Your plan, Chrollo, what you’ll do next... it whirls around your head like a vortex. A gut feeling refuses to leave you alone whenever you picture his face. A dreadful thought that this entire escapade was too easy. Is it just your paranoia? It could very well be. Hugging your backpack closer to you for comfort, you’re startled by Amelia suddenly speaking up.

“The subway station, huh,” she reminiscences aloud, eyes flickering from the road to you. “So you’re leaving Yorknew?” 

There’s no way to continue dodging her questions. “... Yeah, I am.” 

“Where are you going?” 

It’s natural she’d have lots of questions. Had the situation been reversed, you’d have plenty of your own. For her wellbeing you don’t want to indulge more than necessary. Lying to someone who is helping you lives a sour taste in your mouth. It’s for her sake, you remind yourself. Having to involve Amelia in this at all was the last thing you wanted to do. 

“I’m going to Zaban City. I have some extended family there.” 

Amelia hums in confirmation to your story. “Your cousin, right?” 

“Right.” 

She stops pressing that particular subject, likely sensing your apprehension. You take advantage of the peaceful atmosphere and close your eyes. The sleeping pills from earlier are starting to grow more prominent. Losing consciousness is the last thing you need right now, but indulging in some much needed rest sounds too inviting. 

“There was something else I was wondering about.” Amelia starts, earning your attention. Looks like sleep will have to wait for later. You yawn, stretching your weary limbs, and wait for her to continue. She smiles, dark eyelashes fluttering shut in deep thought.

“Oh, sweet [First],” she whispers your name in the gentlest of tones, and looks over at you. “Why are you so selfish?” 

You blink, the words not settling in immediately. “What...?” 

She continues without missing a beat. “You used to be so envious of me. Always pretending to play nice, because you were too passive to say how you really felt. How you hated me.” 

“Amelia? What are you talking about? I... I never hated you, what--” 

“Even now you can’t bring yourself to admit the truth,” she sighs. “Not that I’m surprised. You’ve always cared way too much about what people think. Why would now be any different?” 

Her unexpected attack on your character has you shifting in your seat. Every word that leaves her lips is in her voice, yet feels so different than her normal character. Did something happen in the time Chrollo took you away? Anxiety rears its ugly head at the line of questioning. You take a sudden interest in your fingers, playing with them on your lap. 

“I don’t understand where any of this is coming from.” You admit, eyebrows furrowing together. The shift in atmosphere is tangible. What was once a warm reunion under stressful times has corrupted into a frosty confrontation. These insecurities of hers that laid dormant in your heart... why is she bringing this up now? In your most vulnerable hour? Nothing is making sense. These ugly feelings of yours were only ever confided in one person. 

“You knew it’d be a danger to my life to contact me. You knew that, and still you did it all the same. I wonder why that is. Could it be... that you wouldn’t care if I died? If I was tortured for aiding your escape?” 

Your heart drops. This knowledge... how can she know any of this? Amelia used the word escape, clear as day. Is that a coincidence? You look over at the car door, seeing it’s locked. Something’s not right here, you deduce. I don’t know what it is exactly, but something is very wrong...! 

She continues on. “I really do want to know what your justification for this is. Out of everyone you could’ve picked for help, you specifically chose me, knowing the danger it’d bring. Did you think I’d be spared in some sort of miracle?” 

The spare moonlight streaming in illuminates Amelia’s face, highlighting how pale her skin looks. Veins that would normally not have been so prominent have a blue tint, her lips a similar shade. Your eyes drop to the unnaturally large scarf that surrounds her neck. It’s not that cold out yet, why is she wearing something so cumbersome? Reaching out with unsteady hands, you pull the fabric back. Your gut feels like it’s been punched at the sight, eyes widening in horror. 

On the back of her neck is an antenna, with bat wings on the end. 

Shit! Shit, shit, shit-- 

In a frenzy, you stretch forward, searching for the button to unlock the car door. The second you find it, it’s pressed, and you unbuckle your seatbelt. You hear her speaking up again. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst from your chest as you jump out the car, grateful it isn’t going too fast. Skin meeting asphalt, you hiss at the pain, rolling onto your side. None of that matters now. How did he do it? He has to be nearby, maybe you can still make it to the station in time. Your head hurts from the impact, legs wobbling like jelly. 

It’s difficult to focus. You grit your teeth, utilizing the remnants of your strength to get to your knees. Why did the caffeine have to wear off so soon...? It was going so well. You finally had your chance, your time to take back your life. To go back to how things were. Struggling to get to your feet, you throw your backpack off, praying the lost weight will help you get up. 

“You never answered my questions,” calls a deeper voice. You gulp back acidic bile as a hand is extended in front of you. “I was hoping you would.” 

Your head hangs down. It’s over. For a transgression such as this, you imagine you’re in for quite the punishment. How funny a thing fate is. Similar to streams of rushing water, there are many twists and turns, leading you down paths you never wanted to go. Fingernails dig into the sensitive flesh of your palms, the pain anchoring your wandering mind to reality. All other parts of your body have lost feeling. Numbness is what you’ve come to know. 

The devil incarnate bends over, taking your tearstained face into his fingers, and lifting it to meet his eyes. An abyss of grey stares back at you, devoid of humanity. Taking pleasure in besting you yet again. Disappointment is mixed within an interest to see what you’ll do next. There’s no smile on his face as you’ve come to expect. You see an empty shell of a man glowering down at you, from a place just out of reach. 

“I can’t say I’m too pleased about this, [First]. We’ll need to have a long discussion, don’t you think?” 

[alterrune]

Hey, it's IRL!Alterrune here.

The Colorstreak Battalion are currently having some downtime, so I figured I'd do another "alterrambles" post again, this time with 10 fun facts about AtO, the blog itself, and the four protagonists.

The name of the blog, "Alterrune", actually came from a video by PlayXel, a spanish-based YouTuber that makes some great Undertale fan-music. The video, was, of course, of a Deltarune version of Altertale's Dynami, which was called "DynaCrazy" (I'll leave a link to the video in the comments of this post. The video's joke is Axel F. - Crazy Frog, though, and I'm one of the people who can't stand that song, so be wary). It kinda just popped into my head as I was creating my Tumblr account, as it sounded amazing.

The reason this blog came into existence was because I stumbled upon a little animation for @ending-the-cycle-ask on YouTube. I wanted to follow the story, and when I heard it was on Tumblr, I figured, "fuck it, I guess I'm joining Tumblr". I have never felt more proud of that desision in my life.

When I joined Tumblr, my account still had all the stock account icons (which has actually been archived via my very first ask to Ending the Cycle, regarding why EtC!Henry doesn't like the Revenged ending. I still had the stock PFP when I asked the question, which is seen in the photo). I made my current custom banner and PFP myself using a combination of an online logo generator with the Deltarune title font and paint.net, my personal editing software of use (the little hearts in the letters were actually added in paint.net, they were blank beforehand).

When I first made Violet, I heavily based her upon Raven from Teen Titans. Her first appearance in the AtO story (jamming her sword [later revealed to be called "Leadhead"] into the CCC console whilst conceleaed by a cloak) was incredibly Raven-like with her demeanor. Eventually, however, after the Intermission 3 post was made and the Violet Garden was revealed, I gave her a personality of her own, adding in an enviromentalist/botanist side and, of course, giving her ties to Alter via being related to him.

Originally, I was going to have Violet be an ANTAGONIST, who would be a recurring enemy, a lá the Rival Trainers from Pokémon. However, that idea got scrapped when I realized how good Vi would be on Alter's side.

I hinted at this in the scene where Henry goes to his room, but henry took a specific route to get to Toppat King. He went on this path: Lawyered Up - Intruder On A Scooter - Rapidly Promoted Executive - Convict Allies - Toppat King

Timeline-wise, AtO starts a year after CtM's Toppat King ending. When the story starts, the Toppat Clan has become so unstoppable thanks to the launch of the Orbital Station that the Airship could land in a military-only zone and the armies there would be too scared to do anything to them...well, until GEOGRAM came along, that is. 😉

Carol Cross, Alter's mother, is actually a real character from the Henry Stickmin games. She only has some minor background appearances in the CtM story, but she's still a canonical character in the story. Her personality in AtO is also based upon what her bio card in The Henry Stickmin Collection says about her: "One of the higher-ups in the Clan. She is extremely strict and by-the-books. You don't wanna cross her." Her dark green top hat is also something she canonically wears in-game as well. I did add in some of my own tidbits, though, such as her playing favorites with Alter and the rest of her familes, while being strict to everyone else.

Believe it or not, the creation of Jacob Wolfsbane, Violet's younger brother, was actually a total accident. When I made the original post that mentioned him, I was actually thinking of ELLIE by accident. When I noticed the mistake I made, I was about to make some changes...but then I realized I could actually make it work. Vi hadn't said Jacob Rose, she had only mentioned a Jacob, no last name. So I decided to work in a "Jacob Wolfsbane", not only for the sake of fixing my error, but also because I wanted to give Violet a little brother for a long time and that was the perfect excuse for it.

All four members of the Colorstreak Battalion have distinct signatures with an emoji that matches their color, and considering I haven't shown Alter's yet, here they all are:

<Alterrune> 🔺

~Violet Wolfsbane~ 💜

[Henry Stickmin] 🔵

-Ellie Rose- 💕

And there you go. 10 random facts about AtO, the Colorstreak Battalion, and the story behind the blog! Hope you enjoyed.

[foryoumyheroes]

Their S/O takes them to an Asian House Party

[Midoriya + Todoroki + Bakugou + Kaminari + Kirishima] 

A/N:  Hey here’s a niche that no one asked for. 

I know that Japanese is a type of Asian but I am a wildly different type of Asian 🤣🤣, so my headcanons are based entirely off of being this other racial group. 

I just want to say that most of the time older Asian relatives really step out of line with their comments and can be really hurtful. I absolutely hate that behavior and their mindset, but for the purposes of this let’s just say that they’re not being harmful at all and it’s mostly light teasing :) If they’re like that in real life :) screw them >:) Also P.S. if these sound familiar it’s because I’ve recycled a lot of ideas from my other blog where I wrote “Asian House Party” headcanons already! 

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, hints at underage drinking  

Midoriya Izuku: 

For the longest time it has only been him and his mom, so when he enters the house and sees it packed with people his brain just goes blank because this is a family party. 

These people are all related to you somehow?? 

He asks you how you guys are all related and you’re genuinely like, “I don’t know???” You just call everyone auntie and uncle and hope for the best.  

If you start taking him to parties before he becomes a Pro, he has enough of a baby face that your older relatives and grandparents give him a red envelope without thinking too hard about it. But he gets so embarrassed and feels so bad that he ends up giving it to your mom. 

At his first party he’s supperrr nervous and wants your family to like him. He’s stuttering nearly every other syllable. 

Never leaves your side. Trails behind you like a puppy the entire time. 

After he’s been to several parties with your family, they recognize his red Nike Air Forces in the pile of shoes outside the house enough to be like, “Hey, [Name]! Your boyfriend’s here!” 

Midoriya is kinda of a pushover during the beginning of the series, and Asian families have the tendency to tease without knowing how it might sound, so he becomes an easy target until you pull him aside and tell him to argue back. 

He’s like noooo I don’t want to be disrespectful :(. He says that he’s used to bullying so this is nothing which makes you kinda sad and angry. You’re like hahahaha no. 

You two eventually get your family to stop and that’s when he’s finally indoctrinated into your fam. 

He’s kind of the quintessential Asian boyfriend? He goes to a good school, is sweet and innocent, polite to elders, etc. When he goes to the party with you your aunties are going to your cousins and say, “Why can’t you get a boyfriend like [Name].” 

Your female relatives kinda baby him because every time they see him he’s always in a new cast with another broken bone, so when there’s no more space left on the couches or the folding stools they kick your cousins off to make room for him. 

When he later becomes Pro-Hero Deku, everyone’s in love with him. He becomes the talk of the party. Everyone brags about him saying that they practically saw him grow up when they only see him once or twice a year. 

He also becomes the “cool uncle” that offers to take your younger relatives out for boba. But you pay. You have to pay or else your mom will yell at you for making the guest spend money. 

Yes, you will polite fight your own boyfriend. 

No, he will not win, but he’s determined to win one time like the shonen protag he is. 

Always leaves the party with the large trays of leftovers for him and his mom. 

Even when he’s like in his late twenties he’s still sitting at the kid’s table. 

Todoroki Shouto: 

When you first invited him to a party with your family he’s just like, “Oh. Sure.” Most of the parties he’s been to is the rich people parties that his dad took him to for publicity, so he arrives to the house in a whole suit and tie. 

Your cousins and uncles are clowning him while the older women swoon. You’re in the background panicking because everyone else is in sweats or shorts while he looks like he’s going to prom?? 

[Your auntie says, “Oh my god, he’s making such a good first impression!” 

You: Hahahaha! Yea!〔´∇｀〕

Inner You: Oh god I forgot he’s clueless ⊙▽⊙] 

Brings an expensive pastry every time because Fuyumi said it was polite. From that everyone’s like, “Oh??? You’re invited to every party from now on!” 

Becomes the source of your mom’s humble brag. “Oh, your son goes to Stanford and is studying medicine? My kid and their boyfriend are both Heroes-in-training and he’s the son of the Number One Hero — “ 

Kinda just does whatever your aunties and mom tells him to do? 

He’ll sit wherever they tell him to sit, even if it’s far away from you and he’ll even take the many family photos for you guys in the end. Even though he’s shit at photography. 

If they’re like, “Oh, you’re so skinny, you should eat some more!” He’ll just shrug and be like okay, and doesn’t stop them when they continue to put food on his plate even though he’s full and gets into a big food coma that knocks him out on the couch right away. 

Every time he appears, your aunties will just stop and say, “Oh, he’s so handsome!” 

He’s getting better at handling kids and it shows by the way he’s more willing to play with them then hang out with your cousins that are around your age. He’s in the room upstairs and is ;; just napping with them.   

The kids in the party call him Zuko.  

Before you brought him your aunts and uncles would be like, “Do you have a boyfriend?? Do you have a girlfriend??” and you would say, “Yeah, Todoroki Shouto.” And they would laugh in your face. 

NO ONE BELIEVED THAT HE WAS YOUR BOYFRIEND UNTIL YOU BROUGHT PROOF!! HERE HE IS !! IN THE FLESH!! 

I feel like he would have the most culture shock? You guys conduct yourself in such a different way than his own family and from everyone in 1-A. You guys go batshit insane. 

When you wake him up and offer to walk him to the train station to take him home, he offers to walk you back to your house as well and you say, “Oh, I’m going back to the party after this.” 

It’s almost midnight?? 

He asks you where are you going to sleep or if you’re going to sleep at all and you don’t know how to explain the concept of how you and all of your cousins and siblings are going to cram into one room upstairs and sleep on every blanket in the house on the floor while only three or four lucky relatives are able to get the bed. 

Older Asians have no filter so they will straight up say to his face that he looks nothing like his dad he’ll just go, “ :’) Thank you, that means a lot to me.” 

Before Endeavor’s redemption arc he’s prone to oversharing and one day he tells your mom that his dad is a piece of shit and his mom is in the hospital. 

Your mom, taking her sandal and holding it like a weapon: Oh? Where’s your father?? I just want to talk. Your mom is welcome to every [Surname] party from now on!! Haha! (◕ᴗ◕✿)

His brain is doing backflips trying to figure out how you’re related to everyone. 

The only guy that neatly puts his shoes off to the side at the front door. 

Bakugou Katsuki: 

At first you didn’t invite him to the party, he kinda just figures it out from how your relatives are all tagging you on social media and forces you to invite him. 

Not because you’re ashamed of him but because they’re somewhat overbearing ;; and Bakugou has no filter. 

For someone who’s so “badass” he’s super anal about the rules and punctuality. 

You tell him the party is at 18:00 and by 17:45 he goes into your house and finds you still napping with your PJs on. Even though you tell him that the party isn’t really starting at six he doesn’t listen. He forces you to get dressed and takes you to the party and whatdoyouknow no one is there yet. No one is going to be here until at least two hours after the designated time. 

He instead forces you to help the women in the kitchen prepare the food, aka he’s helping while you laze around in the living room. 

All of the women are like, “Wow! You can cook so well! [Name] you should be more like him!!” 

If this is the first time he meets your entire extended family, he’s inwardly hyping himself up to make a good first impression. If you are not Japanese, he manages to memorize several greetings in your language and the proper formalities when greeting an older relative. Then he goes in and everyone’s already drinking and screaming their throats out to karaoke. 

When he walks into the party with his black tank top and saggy pants everyone’s first thought is that he’s an Asian Baby Boy. Like he probably takes social media pictures in front of cars, is going to break your heart, goes to raves, is named Kevin Nguyen. 

Everyone is loud af at this party so they don’t really care that he’s screaming. They love teasing the shit out of him because his reactions are so fucking funny. 

When one of your uncles offers you alcohol he immediately snatches it away from you. No, you guys are underage, have an athletic lifestyle, and he’s so protective of you asdfg 

He’s been so focused on being a Hero that when your cousins play against him in video games or card games he loses horribly. He’ll just keep going, “One more round!” until he finally wins. 

Your mom forces you to do a convenience store run to get something that the party is running out of and when you come back Bakugou managed to find is way into the “women” side of the room where they’re all gossiping with him and playing poker together like they’ve been friends forever. 

Your mom honest-to-god acts like he’s more of her child than you are. 

When you guys finally get your families to meet, his mom and your female relatives are going to be so powerful together. 

Is trying his damned hardest to get through the entire party because it can go all night long and he sleeps at 8:30PM. 

Kaminari Denki: 

The KING of the Asian House Party.

Absolutely CRUSHES it at karaoke with your family. Even though he might not speak your language, he’s putting so much passion into it that no one cares anyway. 

Sings so loud that the neighbors complain. 

Your family loves him because he’s just so happy-go-lucky. The life of the party. 

He goes around eating all night and continually asks you, “Hey [Name], what’s this? What’s this one?” 

You can drop him off in the designated kids room and not see him for hours on end. He’s too busy playing video games with your cousins and siblings. 

But he’s such a sucker. Your uncles and older cousins pull him into any gambling game and he loses so bad, even if he’s gambling things like candy or food. 

Kinda gullible when your family teases him?? If you’re not Japanese they teach him an insult in your language but tell him it’s a complement or “It’s like saying, I love you more than words,” and they send him off to tell you it. 

And he acts super fucking cocky like the e-boy smirk while he’s rubbing his hands together, and biting his lip and shit. While you’re just sitting on the stool with a drink in your hand like, “Okay....” 

He tells you the insult and butchers the pronunciation already, but acts like you’re about to fall in his arms and you just ;; burst out laughing ;;; until you fall off your chair. 

Has the party time down pat. He won’t arrive until three hours later, and that’s when you tell him an earlier time than everyone else. 

Will drink anything your uncle offers up. He’s a lightweight. You end up half-carrying him half-dragging him back to his house. Nearly trips on the sea of shoes outside the front door and falls on you. 

You’re just lucky that he doesn’t discharge his Quirk randomly when he’s drunk.

Doesn’t get Asian glow.  

When your mom discovers you struggling outside she just tells him to sleep over and if this is his first party with you guys, you’re able to get the bed because he’s the guest 😌😌. If he’s been here several times before, yeah ;; you guys are going back to a pile of blankets on the floor.  

Kirishima Eijirou: 

The “big brother” figure of the party. 

The kids love him and he’s willingly playing “Heroes and Villains” with them for hours. 

Since he’s so broad they hang off of him like a limpet and he walks around with children draped around him. 

Ngl... He walks into the party dressed like all of your other male cousins. 

Basketball shorts, t-shirt, crew socks. 

He’s able to find his shoes super fast at the end of the party because he’s the only person that’s willing to wear crocs. 

Willing to go outside with your cousins to play basketball with them but he’s so out of practice that he fumbles so bad. 

After several games he gets the hang of it and isn’t deadweight to your team anymore. 

LOVES going to your family’s parties because he gets to eat whatever he wants without holding back. Eats several plates and when someone suggests going to get ice cream he’s like, /gasp/ “Ice cream???” 

They were offering the little kids, but okay, a teenager can come along too. 

You’re never too old for ice cream. 

For some reason he’s able to get along with everyone at the party?? He just has a personality that makes him easy to talk to, and by the end of the night or the next day, he’s saying goodbye to everyone by name. 

[“No, wait, [Name], I haven’t said goodbye to your cousin’s sister-in-law’s daughter yet. 

You do a double-take because even you have no idea who that is.] 

When he gets a little bit older and he’s finally allowed to move out of the kid’s table and eat with the older male relatives he’s so ;;; awkward. 

They’re just all in the garage eating, drinking, and smoking and he’s just sitting there having no idea what to do. 

Eventually he convinces you to join him in the garage because he wants your emotional support and is super shocked when you fit right in. He’ll just ;;; go back to the kid’s table. 

Can’t sing to save his life. 

You guys heard him do karaoke once and you never let him do it again. 

If one of your relatives teases him he’s able to laugh it off and not think too much about it, but if they say something that might be hurtful to you he’s so quick to shut it down. He doesn’t care that they’re blood related to you or not. 

Does not let up until they apologize. 

For some reason all of the ladies are confused af when they find out that he dyed his hair?? They’re like omg is he a secret delinquent. 

LOVES to hear your relatives talk about what you were like when you were a kid. 

It’s embarrassing af but he just laughs it off like, “It’s okay, babe! You sound like you were super cute as a kid!”