#he could do it now right before the new tv show airs get people excited!

[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - Officer

Buck and Tony were the perfect gay couple. They lived together since years, almost never argued and, most importantly, loved each other unconditionally. Their relationship was so close that they often said they were practically married anyway. In fact, their parents even got along quite well with each other!

They shared the same interests including a love for video games, so today, as usual on a Saturday evening, they were lying on the couch together, playing and played some relaxing video game. They had ordered pizza before and were happy they didn't need to leave the house anymore today. It could have been an evening like any other Saturday evening, but it wasn't.

Tony felt a bit uncomfortable and shifted around in his seat before he reached under himself, fishing out a small sparkling coin.

"Ha! Thought I was sitting on something! Look at that." He showed Buck the shiny piece of metal.

"What is it?" asked Buck curiously.

"I don't know, it just appeared out of nowhere," Tony answered. As he took a closer look however, the coin just vanished into thin air. "Huh, weird!"

"Maybe it was just some cookie and it crumbled apart when you picked it up", suggested Buck.

"Perhaps...", Tony said, not really convinced and tried to get back to his game. However, he was finding the video game increasingly boring. He glanced over to see if Buck was still concentrating on the screen, but Buck's eyes were focused on him instead.

"What?" he asked, feeling embarrassed.

"Nothing," Buck replied quickly.

"No, tell me what you're looking at."

"You," Buck said simply.

"Me? Why?"

"Because you are sexy," Buck admitted shyly.

It seemed like Buck was in the mood today. Well, why not. "How about we watch some porn", suggested Tony.

Since a few minutes ago, Buck was feeling increasingly horny. He was rarely in the mood for sex, but today was different. So, when Tony suggested to put on some porn, Buck agreed quickly. After all, watching two men fuck each other was pretty hot stuff after all.

When they turned on the TV and found a nice gay movie, they settled down onto the couch again and watched the scene unfold. It was about a cop controlling traffic who forced a speeding man to suck his cock instead of paying. The guy obviously liked sucking cock and sucked on the officer's hard dick while getting fucked from behind by his partner.

Buck was already rubbing his own cock through his jeans when he saw how the two guys kissed passionately.

Tony also found concentrating on the porn movie much easier than the game before. Somehow, he had found the game a bit too difficult to follow today. His eyes were glued to the police officer on the screen, and he also massaged his cock in his sweatpants.

Without looking to his boyfriend, he asked: "Do you think a police uniform would suit me?"

"Sure," Buck responded at once, picturing his boyfriend in a police uniform. Both of them weren't exactly fit, so he had to use a bit of fantasy to imagine Tony as a burly policeman, but yeah, it could definitely work.

"And then there's my hair," continued Tony, stroking his medium black hair. "I should cut it shorter, right?"

"Yeah," Buck nodded enthusiastically, thinking about Tony as a cop with a short buzz cut. It would certainly make him look more intimidating.

While they were both fantasizing, the movie had come to an end. Tony immediately started a new one and discarded his shirt and pants. Now only in his boxers, he fished out his cock and started stroking it slowly.

"And if I were a cop, what would my uniform look like", he asked.

Buck found this whole conversation oddly erotic, so he answered without hesitation: "I think it would be blue."

"With golden buttons", added Tony, imagining himself being dressed in a tight uniform. He couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of having a big bulge in his pants. He imagined how people would react if he walked past them in such clothes.

Buck was so into the conversation that he didn't even notice that on the tv screen, the scene had turned into a mmf threesome. Tony was still watching it but found it oddly exciting. How had he never noticed that bouncing boobs excited him?

Buck was feeling light-headed. The mental images of Tony in a police uniform didn't seem so far off, actually. He had a good fit build and wore his hair in a short buzz cut already. He just needed a bit more muscle, and of course, a uniform. He briefly imagined how it must feel to be his uniform? To cling to that muscular body, to cover that firm ass.

"You would go commando of course", Buck fantasized, "Nothing between your dick and me..."

"You?" asked Tony and switched the porn channel. Straight porn. A busty blonde being fucked by a cop. Why not? "You want to be my uniform?"

Buck didn't mean to say it out loud, but the question alone made him stroke his cock even harder. "Yes! Think about it! I could be your vest, and your pants, and even your boots!"

Tony wasn't sure what to think of that idea of being this intimate with another man, he was no fag, after all. On the other hand, that wasn't a man he was talking about, but a mere object, a bit of fabric, leather and metal.

Buck didn't know what hit him. He was a human being, but right now, nothing felt righter than being just a set of clothing, wrapped around this man’s chiseled physique. The large muscles that danced when he stroked his cock to each moan of the girl on tv, the heavy balls that made a sweaty slapping sound, the muscular butt. With a cry of ecstasy, Buck came, shooting cum all over his body. At the same time, he deflated, like a balloon losing air. His feet were the first to change, becoming black combat boots. His legs followed suit and turned into a pair of blue police pants, while his cock and balls elongated into a black leather belt with a weapon holster. The cum quickly dried into his chest, as it turned into a blue vest with badges on them and a white undershirt. Finally, his head turned into a black leather police cap, as the last remains of his human mind faded away.

The last thing he sensed was that the police office on the couch finally came, spewing cum all over himself. A big strong hand grabbed his undershirt body and wiped away the cum with it. The uniform part gladly absorbed all of it, adding one more stain to the numerous ones that were already there.

Tony, the police officer sighed. He needed that break. There hadn't been any hot woman speeding today and he had felt blue-balled. Perhaps he should just start stopping hot babes for no reason. Yeah, he grinned. That sounded like a great idea. He quickly got dressed, not caring about the wet cum stains on his undershirt. Of course, he went commando. He always did, he just loved the thought of not having anything between his large cock and his uniform pants. And the bulge was a real eye-catcher for the ladies, too.

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[susvale]

M.I.A. Homelander X Reader X Steve Roger

Title: Missing In action

Pairings: Homelander X Reader, Steve Rogers X Reader, Dark Steve x Reader, Dark Homelander x reader [Crossover]

Summary: You were an avenger, one of the more magic ones. People called your name in excitement and felt safe being around you, then thanos happened… when you weren’t snapped and after a police call you were somewhere else. Now all you know is there is a man with a cap calling himself Homelander calling himself “Americas Hero” and the world is different… is it isn’t so bad though.

I made this is 2022, It’s been sitting in my drafts for that long… so yeah!

[Part One] -> [Part Two]

It was overwhelming at times. Cameras in your face after a mission were you were left battered and bruised, nevertheless you smiled, you gave a proud smile to the reporters reporting. They had risked things coming here did it make your job harder, yes, the helicopters flying around while you try and fly. It added pressure to keep people in the air safe. At least you weren’t Steve, they made him do dumb shit, like that time he was in a Detention video spouting nonesense. You job was only to keep people safe. People may offer you movie rolls but you always decline, you weren’t an actor your a hero. Even if declining meant buying an okay-ish apartment with a broken Landry machine. You weren’t a millionaire, just a lady with the power to say “bang” and a mans head would explode if you wanted to. Even then, you had the option to live in Tony’s tower. Maybe then some random wouldn’t show up ever week looking to kill you. A sigh left your lips as you looked down at the TV, Thanos killed half the population and vanished. That is what’s in the News again. Men lost daughters, mothers lost sons but everybody lost someone. Even so it still stung he wouldn’t pick up your calls, you wanted to shout at him ‘your not dead yet and neither am I! stop ignoring me before one of those things change!’ Missions still came in, unsteady but they did come in.

“Maybe I should get a real job, part time.” You mumbled to yourself while you stared at the TV. Everyone you ever knew had distanced themselves or been snapped, maybe getting out would be good… people have been starting to expect that this is life, ‘maybe thanos was right my gym has been less crowded lately!’ Kinda people, jokes that might not be jokes anymore.

You still think about it, maybe he was right. It was horrible, you know. So many people lost and yet you didn’t lose anyone significant, Bucky of course but you were only just starting to get to know him… Steve maybe but you could still see him, feel him breathe, he didn’t get snapped. He was just distance, like he wished he did get snapped…

Witch hurt…

You didn’t have a family, friends outside of the avengers, hell you never had a boyfriend before Steve. How could you? Caged and trained like a dog, feed needles and pills like food. Given faces and names to quietly kill, you never had your own name till the avengers… Y/N… it was a nice name though. you named yourself off the first person you ever killed, you didn’t know if they would ever have agreed but they were dead… so it didn’t matter.

Steve and therapy, You remembered. Keep breathing don’t think about it. Or maybe it was think about it regret is good? Your therapist had been snapped so it’s been a while. The police called you once in and while about cases. Maybe answering back wouldn’t suck? You were lonely and bored, nothing to do then unsteady mission that lacked any sort of life.

Grabbing your phone you called a man. He was your contact to the police, you could never remember titles or anything like that but he was pretty high up.

“Thank god you called, you use to be so active I was starting to worry you got snapped too.” He joked, people cope with humor, you know that. Still, it irritated you that you and your friends put your life on the line and failed only to be joked about by people who didn’t know anything. Nevertheless, you gritted your teeth and held your tongue. “More and more people are disappearing. We think it may be an aftershock effect of some kind.”

“I doubt it.” You mumbled to yourself, he didn’t hear you and went on about the investigation. A group of people who agreed with Thanos’s ideals has been here and there, left and right. They think a select group talking it too far and hurting or making more people disappear. That sounded more likely, he told you about peoples corpses. Looked like they had been shot with high power lasers, or they’re heads have been smashed in. They had a certain person in custody, maybe if you worked with them you could find a way to undo the snap? That’s what the officer proposed anyway. You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone, you would be their for the interview is what you told them.

You should call Steve. This looked like such an important case, he had to know people were making more people disappear… it could lead to something. He would want to know.

So you did call him. He didn’t answer, instead you were greeted by the all so familiar call after the beep speech. It was nicer then actually speaking to him nowadays, though. “Heya, it’s Steve. Leave a uh… voicemail..? After the beep? Did I do that right?” You’d hear him call to someone in the background, “yeah, other then forgetting what a voicemail was called.” You heard your own distant voice greet you, “Steve you have to-“ you were the last thing you hear as the beep signalled the end of the recorded ‘can’t get to you’ message.

A sigh left you when you realized you’d have to speak now, “Hey Steve, the police called me and they have a case of more disappearing people. A group of Thanos supporters popped up making even more people disappear.” You paused, “I think it’s something you’ll be interested in, might lead to something, heh… listen, I miss you, it’s been so long since we’ve spoken. I… can’t…” your voice trailed off, you breathed in deciding not to do this over a call. “Anyway, call me when you get this. Can’t make it too long.”

That’s right. You couldn’t keep the police waiting… So you grabbed your bag and left. Off to the police station.“Hey, we put the suspect in the interrogation room.” The man spoke, he opened the door to a standard interrogation room. Blue walls, four barely cushioned chairs and a table in the middle closet to a wall. The suspect looked like a regular man. You frowned.

This all felt too… cultish? It made you uncomfortable, the look in his eye. He looked at you like you were a god among men.

[bubblesxo]

i dont know if you will see this but i am a big fan of your g!bruce meets the batfam!!!! I literally have tumblr just for this series (and now that I’ve tried it im beginning to love it ngl) . Annyywaayy ive just read the new chapter and it’s so good!?? Like i am really excited for the next chapter!!!

Oh and I haven’t watched gotham ( im planning too ) but i sometimes mix the twins????? Like your explanations are good dont get me wrong but yk when your reading and you need to check which ones which? Yeah … and like i want to fix that idk how .do i just like memorize the twins personalitys??

also in this au is theres 2 jokers??????? I saw you once mention Jerome(?) being revived or something

ps .im that great at English sorry .

oh wow wow wow thank you so so much!! i'm really glad that you're enjoying my story so much! it really means a lot to me. <33 i think your english is good! but if you need/want me to clarify anything i say here, just let me know and i'll try to rephrase it for you!

okay, so in the Gotham tv show (this has spoilers for all 5 seasons, so read on if you're okay with that) the way that they approached writing the joker was actually really up in the air in the beginning. this is because they didn't have the rights to use the name "joker," and so fox (the company that made the show) planned on making a bunch of smaller characters in the show as a kind of easter egg as people who could be the joker or who resemble him in some way.

this changed when cameron monaghan (the actor for both jerome and jeremiah) guest starred in s1e16 "the blind fortune teller." in it, the character of jerome is introduced as a 17/18 year old boy who travels with the circus with his mother, who is a snake dancer. he is meant to be one of the aforementioned joker-like characters in the show and wasn't actually supposed to be included again after that episode, if i am not mistaken.

however, the viewers LOVED his performance and jerome came back in season two as a member of the maniax, a group of arkham inmates who were broken out of the asylum. i won't go too into detail about the actual plot, but in seasons two, three, and four, jerome shows up in at least a few different episodes with very memorable storylines each time.

it isn't until season four of the show that jeremiah is even revealed at all! jeremiah and jerome are identical twin brothers, however, jeremiah has been in hiding for years under the fake name "xander wilde" in an attempt to escape jerome, who wants to get revenge on him for lying to their mother about what he (jerome) did when they were children. basically, jeremiah lied to their mother (lila, who jerome is revealed to have killed in 1x16) that jerome tried to kill him, causing jeremiah to be sent away and be adopted by rich people and get to go to a well-funded private school where he could live out his best life as a child prodigy (which was jeremiah's end goal to this), whereas jerome was left behind in the circus that they lived at (haly's circus, the same one that dick grayson later was raised in before being adopted by bruce). during this time, jerome was horrifically abused by his mother, his uncle, and his mother's many romantic partners. this eventually caused him to crack, which creates the character we see in the show.

here's an easy way to remember the difference in their personalities:

in the standard american deck of cards, there are two jokers: one that is black and white and one that is in color. in this analogy, jeremiah is the black and white joker and jerome is the one in color.

this is jerome:

he's got a *very* boisterous personality. he's outgoing and charismatic and, of course, severely messed up in the head. he *enjoys* the pain he causes people and does it with little to no reservations. he thinks things through less thoroughly than jeremiah but jerome always has a plan and is actually quite smart. i couldn't do him the disservice of calling him the dumb twin, despite some points about jeremiah that i'll get back to later.

anyway, jerome has a grand plan for all of gotham: he believes that, fundamentally, everyone in the world is like him and is also at least a bit crazy inside. he wants everyone to tap into their inner selves and let themselves run free / go crazy. he successfully ensnares huge hoards of gothamites with his persuasive way of speaking and interesting flare to his words. he amasses a large cult following, all of whom are very similar to him in the sense that they all demonstrate similar signs of instability.

here's some more gifs of him.

jerome kind of invented the iconic "HAHAHA" signature joker laugh in the gotham universe, even though he isn't the one who goes on to become "mr. j" (gotham's version of the joker) in the end (that's jeremiah, though i have a lot to say about that).

jerome's always smiling, a genuinely creepy smile that throws people off at first but can be really scary once you know what you're looking at. he single handedly turns gotham into a madhouse on multiple occasions and is the one who basically spread the "crazy" to the general population (for short: genpop).

he's a classic cult leader in the sense that he can mesmerize a whole room with his magnetic presence but also will ruthlessly cut down any of his followers if they so much as upset him (or even if they're just being annoying or could have a greater purpose, like when he stabbed a follower in the gut to take their blood to draw a frowney-face on bruce).

that reminds me, another important thing to know about jerome is that he has an iconic stapled-on face! this is because he died once (in season two, though he came back to life for season three onwards) and one of his followers tried to revive him using some insider medical knowledge from doctor hugo strange (who is just... a whole thing. ew.). he thinks that he failed at doing this and steals jerome's face so that he can wear it on television in an attempt to control jerome's followers (spoiler: this doesn't work).

however, it turns out that jerome *was* revived from this, and he's pretty upset that some dude stole his face! so he uses a staple gun to re-attach it after he gets it back (and kills the guy who did it). his face is later punched off by jim gordon but reattached more properly during his time at arkham afterward (the carnival scene happened in season 3 and jerome came back with a kind-of healed face in season 4).

here's some gifs with jerome's messed up face!

jerome is the colorful joker because he's very much expressive. he lets out every single emotion he feels---unless he's trying to deceive someone, at which point he is a phenomenal liar. (in season 1 when we are first introduced to him, he almost successfully gets away with the murder of his own mother.)

jerome is funny and laughs a lot and is *loud.* he's also absolutely insane and incredibly cruel, as well as impulsive, but he's able to curb his instincts if he feels like he can pull off a big plan.

jerome is a showman by nature. he's a product of the circus and it *shows.* everything he does is like an act, something that is acknowledged by many people in the show.

he's a funky lil dude. totally crazy, but kind of adorable at times.

he's also SEVERELY traumatized from his horrible past and has huge trust issues.

so, yeah. jerome is colors! remember that.

unfortunately, pookie died in season 4 and doesn't seem to have been revived this time </3

now, onto his twin brother jeremiah!

jeremiah is, at least at first, presented to be the complete opposite of jerome. he's calm, collected, and seemingly sane---at least at first. bruce trusts him at first and he even befriends him for a period of time before jeremiah betrays him.

jeremiah is a genius engineer, and, when looking into his past, we can assume that he was a child prodigy. he worked with thomas wayne before he died and designed the wayne plaza building under the aforementioned alias "xander wilde." he also locked himself in an underground maze for ~6 years (i believe?) and never went outside, instead sending his proxy (ecco) out to act in his place during business transactions.

as seen here, jeremiah seems to be the complete opposite of showboat jerome:

when we first meet jeremiah, we are told that he is totally sane, but we can later see that this is not the complete truth.

i'll use jeremiah's project as a metaphor for this. jeremiah was building a set of generators which could make energy harvesting and usage much less expensive and much more bio-friendly (if i remember correctly). bruce promised to fund his project and jeremiah accepts his offer quickly.

after jerome dies in season 4 after kidnapping bruce and jeremiah, he left behind a concoction of chemicals that seemingly make jeremiah go insane. this is a play on joker toxin / joker venom from the greater dc universe.

however, after jeremiah reveals his new self

he says that the spray did not actually change who he actually is, but just gave him an altered appearance. there are a lot of fan theories about this, but the general consensus is that the spray likely lowered his inhibitions, which gave him the kick needed to reveal his true self.

even his complexion resembles the joker he corresponds with: black and white. he is the black and white joker because he isn't as expressive, is way more calculated, and is more cruel and less happy. even his skin is paper white.

here's some gifs of what he looks like after those "slight cosmetic changes" :

that looks a lot more like the joker we know and love today, right? bleach-pale skin, red painted lips, green hair. he's instantly recognizable as the stereotypical joker now.

remember when i mentioned the generators? let's go back to them. the entire time that the generators have been around, they've also been perfectly functional as powerful bombs. their ability to be used as bombs does not undermine the fact that they can also be used as generators, and both of these things were true at the same time *for the entire time they have existed.*

it is in this way that jeremiah's paradoxical nature has always existed. jeremiah is crafty, cunning, and absolutely vicious. he has no care or concern for human life in general and will sacrifice most people in his life if it means that he will get what he wants in the end.

this is shown both before and after the joker toxin in how he lied about jerome when they were children (which caused jerome to be heavily abused) and in how jeremiah willingly killed one of his most devoted and beloved followers, who was being ransomed, just because someone put him on hold and it was personally easier for him to just kill him than sit on hold on the phone for a while. (he also has a vicious streak, though, because he immediately moved the demolition of the bombs up to immediately once he was out of the blast zone because those people inconvenienced him.)

something that's important to realize about jeremiah is that he has an issue with being called crazy. jerome does, too, but he eventually comes to accept the term, almost like he's reclaiming it, but jeremiah is *violently* against it. that's one of the things that set him off in the previously mentioned interaction.

both jeremiah and jerome are obsessed with bruce, though in different ways. jeremiah sees bruce first as his best friend and later as the "brother [he] could never have, that jerome could never be." jerome just sees bruce as a particularly entertaining and interesting kid who he enjoyed tormenting who he would eventually kill.

anyway, despite jeremiah being crazy (or, depending on who you ask, just less inhibited) he is still crazy smart and calculating. he thinks through everything before he does it and his master plans seem like they go on forever with 10000 parts to them and backups and contingencies galore.

the only time that jeremiah ever really seems to break out of this is when he's fighting with bruce. while he still does have a greater point to make or something he's trying to accomplish, he thinks through things less with him and shows his impulsive and rash side a bit more, which is interesting because jerome showed his thoughtful and contemplative side when faced with the obstacle that is bruce thomas wayne. i love parallels and contrasts, especially in these two characters! i just love writing about twins, they're always so interesting.

some important things about their relationship to one another:

even though jerome kidnapped jeremiah and seemingly strapped a bomb to his neck (after breaking into his house and telling him that he would kill him), jerome doesn't seem to actually want jeremiah to die. instead, as we later find out, he wants jeremiah to unleash his true self and carry on his legacy of chaos and cruelty in gotham for him after his death. this is why he left behind the laughing gas for him.

(the fact that jerome thought to do all of that shows that he really was a smart character and that he truly did understand the world around him well. he knew exactly what would happen in the event of his death, i.e. bruce offering to fund jeremiah's work and jeremiah accepting, as is shown when jerome has the joker venom in a present box which claims to be sent from wayne enterprises.)

jeremiah *hates* to be compared to jerome in any way, as he thinks of himself as "the face of true sanity." he actually has an entire notebook full of jerome's ideas, which he says he will outdo and perfect, thus defeating his brother in the end, which i don't know if i agree with, but whatever.

i think that it's because of the reputation that jerome got at the circus. jeremiah wanted people to think of him as better than jerome and as the perfect child, which he succeeded at. to him, jerome is synonymous with crazy, which i've already mentioned that he hates to be called.

okay, just one more part to talk about. the infamous, much anticipated Mr. J!!!

in the series finale, it is revealed that jeremiah, after falling into a vat of acid, is horribly disfigured and pretends to be in a vegetative state for the whole ten years that bruce is on his quest to improve himself before becoming batman. he does this as a way of waiting for bruce to come back to gotham so he can continue to be obsessed with him.

however, though this is jeremiah, it seems that he has actually gone through immense mental trauma sometime during this time (perhaps during his fall into a vat of chemicals), which has caused him to sort of lose his sense of self. he once says that there was "another me" [another him] once, which is, of course, referring to jerome. this implies that jeremiah sees jerome as an extension of himself, almost, and almost makes it seem as if mr. j is a whole different entity of his own.

hopefully this clears everything up a bit for you!! let me know if you have any questions or want to know anything specific about the characters and i will be glad to oblige!

thank you once again for being so kind as to leave this ask!! it really made my day. thank you for enjoying my fic, i hope it continues to live up to expectations. i have a lot of fun things planned (and i am very happy that you decided to look into these characters more, because they are actually extremely important to the plot as we get more into the actual story!). <33

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hi! can i get a match up for obey me?

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: straight

Appearance: Pretty tall standing at 5’8 or 172 cm. I have brown hair with highlights. I mostly dress and do makeup in the style of trad goth. I have blue eyes

(MBTI &/or Engram if you would like to take the tests and add it) : INTJ

Personality: I’m more reserved. I don’t like to be around people much usually because most people in my area do bad things. I don’t mind social interactions though. I can be extroverted when with the right people. I have a low social battery and can be known to sort of zone out or want to leave places after a bit. I have adhd so if someone does get me talking about one of my interests I will be very excited and talk for a longer period of time. I also tend to be very paranoid due to personal matters.

Likes (at least like three things): Horror movies, cars, baby food, ice skating, sewing, acting, comics (specifically walking dead), reading, learning new things, music (goth music on top), films and tv shows in general, and men (lol)

Dislikes (at least three things): coffee, waking up early, and people who start drama and do bad things

Extra fun fact (this is about whoever you are describing to me): I’m a professional scare actor and I also do theatre acting.

~~~~~ MATCHUP ~~~~~

Obey Me!

Barbatos

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Barbatos was a quiet man who kept to himself a lot. He preferred to associate himself only with Dia and Lucifer, though the other brothers came and went on that list of people he would deal with.

When you came into his life, he was skeptical. Dia had set you two up on a date since you were both entirely withdrawn.

After the date though he did seek you out again if only to hear you talk about your interests, you had a glow about you when you were enjoying something.

As time passed, Barbatos learned more of your tics and traits; at social gatherings, he would find an excuse for you to leave or help you plan the most direct way to get out of something.

Where you were controlled chaos for Barbatos, he was what kept you organized and sane.

When he visited the House of Lamentation to deliver news to Lucifer, he would stop by your room to talk briefly.

Barbatos really liked your style. It suited you, and he felt he could compliment you.

This man is very analytical and always looks for the best possible outcome.

Once you two were dating, he had even more of an excuse to take care of you and assist you in all manners of life. He even took on learning how to do your makeup for you.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

One of Dia's balls was in full swing, the music loud, and so many bodies crammed into a room. You were growing tired and restless, not liking all the close contact. As you began to overthink and panic about your escape, your partner appeared next to you. Barbatos extended his arm and helped guide you close to a balcony. The fresh air sounded nice, way nicer than everything in there. "I am sorry, dear, I can't help you escape yet; Dia plans to showcase all exchange students here shortly." You nodded briefly, just happy to know he did care about you.

As the music died into a slow dance, you turned to look at Barbatos, who was already staring off into the distance. He wasn't needed now; Dia was handling the event well, so this extra moment with you could exist. When he felt your eyes on him, he turned and picked up on the music. Extending his hand to you, he gracefully began to walk you around the balcony in a waltz. As you two danced, you felt light and at ease, Barbatos never judged you and always wanted to ensure you were comfortable.

Once the music ended, Barbatos bowed and took his leave, not before reminding you to come in soon for the speech. When you heard Dia speaking, you walked in and immediately found a spot next to Barbatos. Once the ceremony and the speech were done, Barbatos had a hand on the small of your back, helping lead you out of the crowded hall. Once at the entrance of the castel he spoke, "Remember to stick to the lit roads on your way back, as soon as we finish politics with the other demons I will come and visit you at the House of Lamentation." You smiled and decided to grace his cheek with a kiss. Barbatos never let his smile leave his face for the rest of the night.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(It was raining in the Devildom. Everyone was having a big slumber party at the castle. Everyone was in small groups. You and Barbatos were huddled in a corner, looking over your lines for a play that the school would be hosting.)

Barbatos: No, you should say it more like this.

Y/N: I could, but what about here? The character is obviously feeling sad where. If I said it like that, I would sound indifferent.

Barbatos: Why would that matter, love?

Y/N: Well, Barbatos, let's say I was on the verge of death. Would you sound sad and distraught or just indifferent?

Barbatos: Ah, I see, I would sound sad. However, this is a close friend who is dying, not a lover, and I can tell you for sure if any of the brothers were dying, I would be indifferent.

Mammon, Asmodeus, Leviathan, and Satan: HEY!

Lucifer: Dia, when has Barbatos ever been that happy?

Diavolo: I am the best matchmaker, aren't I? Maybe I should do you next.

[lillywillow]

Queen of His Heart

Summary: Bucky unexpectedly meets one of his idols

Written for: @the-slumberparty

Words: 1948

Square Filled: G1- Meet Cute

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Bucky dressed as a Frank Frazetta barbarian (Come on, you know this is a warning)

A/N: Set in a modern AU. I had way too much fun creating this fictional fantasy series XD

Bucky didn’t fit the stereotype of a nerd. He was tall and beefy with long hair. Most people are surprised when they find out about his special interests. Bucky loved D&D, fantasy novels, cosplaying and LARPing. His favourite book was his copy of The Hobbit which he had since he was a boy. Another favourite of his was a series called Maidens of Wrath.

…

There was so much about this series that Bucky loved. He loved the strong female characters, from the wicked Sister Nimsay; high priestess of the Order of Bulgraith to the kind hearted Isra who ran a local tavern that the characters frequented. His favourite character by far was Queen Ranlova. She was the eldest of seven siblings in this matriarchal society. While five of her sisters each ruled a kingdom of their own and her brother was a royal advisor, it was the duty of Queen Ranlova to keep the peace between the kingdoms. She didn’t always get along with her siblings but she could be kind and just while also being a fierce warrior. Bucky also enjoyed the relationship between Ranlova and the barbarian prince Yarreth. The prince admired the queen without pathetically pining over her while at the same time, respecting her boundaries. Not once was Yarreth disrespectful towards Ranlova should she turn him down.

When Bucky first heard that they were making a TV series out of the books, he was excited, yet reserved. For example, The Lord of the Rings movies were absolute perfection (even if they did leave out his favourite scene; the Tom Bombadil one). The Hobbit Trilogy was okay but the Rings of Power series was abysmal in his opinion. Bucky counted down the days until the moment until the show aired and when it did, he was pleasantly surprised. It was everything he could have ever hoped for. They got all the details right and he especially loved the way the actress playing Queen Ranlova portrayed her. The series used a lesser-known actors, only casting the big names for certain characters. After the first episode, Bucky was hooked.

…

Bucky was excited about the upcoming fantasy convention. This year, the cast of Maidens of Wrath would be guest stars on the panel. He had his Prince Yarreth cosplay all ready to go and tried to think of any questions he might want to ask them. Now all he had to do was earn a little extra money so he could go.

Bucky was working his usual shift at the café. It was the same people with the same conversations and the same orders all over again. The only thing that was getting him through the day was the thought of going home to re-watch the latest released episode of Maidens of Wrath before heading to his shift at the restaurant. While working, he came across a new customer. He didn’t really see her face as she kept the cap of her baseball hat low and wore sunglasses. Something about this woman seemed familiar to him but he didn’t say anything. He would just have to keep an eye on her.

The whole time this mysterious woman was at the café, she didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. She just sat and drank her coffee like anyone else would do at a café. When Bucky went to clear up her space when she was finished, he noticed that she left something behind. Picking it up, it was a copy of the newest Maidens of Wrath novel: Metal Machine. This hadn’t even been released in the US yet. Whoever this woman was, clearly had special connections and Bucky knew if he had left something like this behind, he’d want it back. Bucky ran out the door with the book in his hand.

“Excuse me! Miss!” he called.

Bucky tried going after her but she was too fast. He wanted to go after her but felt like he’d look like a total creep chasing some poor woman down the street. Bucky thought if she was a fan like he was, she would come back to the café to pick it back up when she noticed it was missing. Until then he would take good care of the book.

…

Bucky had the next day off but informed all his coworkers what had happened and asked them to call him immediately if the woman came back for the book. Unable to help himself he started reading Maidens of Wrath: Metal Machine but forced himself to stop when he got to the neatly placed bookmark. As much as he wanted to devour the whole thing (and he easily could in a single night) he decided it would be a courtesy not to do so. If he went any further, he might accidently spoil something for someone in his excitement and he didn’t want to be that guy. This way, he might be able to discuss everything that had happened so far in MoW; Metal Machine with this woman. That is, if she would be open to it. Bucky was so engrossed in his reading that he nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone alerted him of an incoming message.

Nat: She’s here ;)

Bucky grinned at the message and immediately rushed to the café.

…

As soon as he arrived, Bucky looked around for this mystery woman. He spotted her sitting at the same corner booth she was yesterday, looking around nervously. Smiling, Bucky headed over to her and presented the book to her.

“I believe this belongs to you,” he stated, handing the book back.

The woman smiled and carefully tucked the item away in her bag.

“Thank you so much.”

“Anytime. You’re so lucky to get an advanced copy of Maidens of Wrath. You must have some pretty special connections,” Bucky rambled.

“You could say that,” the woman replied, lowering her sunglasses a little.

Bucky could have fainted right then and there. It was really her. Y/N L/N, the actress who played Queen Ranlova on the show. He realised his mouth was hanging open and quickly closed it, taking a seat across from her.

“I take it you’re a fan of the series,” she continued, pushing her sunglasses back up.

“Yes, ma’am. I love the way you bring Ranlova to life. You were a perfect choice for the role,” Bucky gushed.

“Well, thank you,” Y/N smiled, looking a little flustered.

Bucky started a conversation with her and it wasn’t long before it felt like they were old friends. He came to find that Y/N had a few acting roles before Maidens of Wrath so she wasn’t too well known yet but with the series boom in popularity, it was becoming her biggest one yet. She was really easy to talk to with a kind of country girl air about her. Bucky bonded with her over their mutual love of the fantasy series. Y/N’s favourite volume was book two: Crimson Glory whereas Bucky’s favourite was book five: Midnight Moon. Eventually Y/N’s phone pinged, indicating a message which informed her she needed to go.

“Will I see you at the convention?” she asked.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he smiled.

Bucky couldn’t wait.

…

Finally, the day of the convention arrived. Bucky proudly examined his cosplay that he had worked so hard on. He wore a faux fur loin cloth, faux leather boots, and a gold circlet on his head. Over his left arm, Bucky had slipped a sleeve that looked like armour that had a strap to cross over his chest. Feeling good about himself, Bucky picked up his warrior axe walked out of his room for breakfast.

Bucky’s roommates Sam and Steve gawked at him as he sat down at the table.

“What?” he grumpily asked.

“Nothing… just didn’t realise Conan the Barbarian was joining us for breakfast,” Sam grinned.

Bucky grumbled under his breath.

“Leave him alone, Sam. He’s been really excited about for this,” Steve chided.

“Fine, fine,” Sam huffed. “You sure you want to leave the house like that though?”

“What’s wrong with my cosplay?” Bucky questioned, suddenly feeling doubts.

“Nothing at all… but if you get flocked by hordes of thirsty woman, that’s all on you,” Sam shrugged.

Bucky finished his breakfast in a hurry because 1. Sam was annoying and 2. He was excited to see Y/N again, grabbed his backpack (which kind of ruined the image a little but needed it nonetheless) and left for the convention.

…

By the time Bucky got there, the event was in full swing. There were cosplayers everywhere, vendors selling their goods and various demonstrations being held. Bucky was in geek heaven. He looked at the various displays people had, deciding what he may really want before buying anything, had his photo taken by many other attendees and somehow ended up in a group shot with other Yarreth cosplayers. Bucky was having the time of his life.

Finally, it came time for the event he was waiting for. A large crowd of people flooded into one of the buildings for it. Normally, Bucky hated crowds but for something like this, he would make due. When the Maidens of Wrath cast members walked out, they went wild. After they had taken their places, people asked their questions. Some were insightful, some were a little dumb while others were downright insulting. Bucky really wanted to throttle the ones who were disrespectful to the female cast members.

After the Q&A session, they aired a brand-new episode for the public to see. It was everything Bucky could hope for. They got every scene from the book right. Once the viewing was over, the cast went on to do pictures and signings. Bucky patiently waited in the line to meet Y/N. He would have been in that line anyway, even if he hadn’t had meet her a few days before. As he moved closer, he could hear her talking to the other convention goers, complementing them on their cosplays and giving words of encouragement. Finally, it was his turn at the front of the line.

“Hi, I don’t know if you remember me,” he began but she cut him off.

“Bucky, from the diner! Of course, I remember you! Your Yarreth cosplay is fantastic!” she beamed.

Bucky smiled brightly. She remembered him.

“I really enjoyed meeting you and I can’t thank you enough for returning my book.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad I could help,” Bucky smiled.

Y/N sighed a photo, flipped it over and scribbled a message.

“Let’s take a picture together,” she encouraged.

Bucky got into a warrior stance and Y/N also posed.

“I hope to see you again,” she smiled, handing him the autograph and the photo.

Bucky walked off with his items so other people could take their turn. He couldn’t stop smiling as he read the message on the autograph.

Bucky, I normally don’t do this sort of thing but I really enjoyed talking to you the other day and had a lot of fun. I can’t wait to hear from you.

Love, Y/N

With the message, she had written her phone number. Who knows? Maybe one day they could have the same kind of relationship of Queen Ranlova and Prince Yarreth did. It was the kind of fantasy romance one could only dream of.

[angywritesstuff]

Feeding the U.S Army

summery: You’re a Masterchef contestant, and during the team challenge you and your team have to cook for 100 army men. Easy right?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x reader

Warning: very bad english, no proof-read. ENGLISH IS NOY MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I’M SORRY.

I don’t even know what this is but I hope you like it

Masterchef! You had just passed the last selection and finally were going to cook in the Masterchef kitchen.

You didn’t really know what you were expecting when you send in your request to partecipate to the new season of Masterchef, the only thing you knew was that you loved cooking.

You had started cooking when you were really young: you were only eight when you helped your mom baking your dad’s birthday cake for the first time and you hadn’t stopped ever since.

It could seem strange for some people but, growing up in a farm, it was normal for anyone to help as much as they could: you had started with tidying up your room, you had learnt how to collect the eggs from the chicken goop first things in the morning, you had gone with your father to take care of the cows; but as soon as you and your family had found out how much you enjoyed spending your time in the kitchen, that had become your kingdom. You still helped with any other task if help was needed, but most of the time everyone left you do what you did best and what you loved the most: cooking.

So yeah.. you loved cooking: you cooked when you were happy, wou baked when you were stressed, you cooked when you were stuck in your own head, you went to the kitchen when you needed a moment to yourself knowing that very few people had the guts to follow you in your place in the house. 

Anyway the idea of participating at Masterchef first come out while the previous season of the show was on air: you were in the kicthen (surprise surprise!), you were preparing everything for that night gathering; your father was keeping you company while preparing a fruit salad (the only thing you had given him permission to touch, he had pretended to be fed up with your behavior but you both knew it was just for show). You were talking, the tv was on in the background when a new episode of Masterchef had began and your father had stopped answering your question.

“Dad?”- you had asked while still chopping the onions; there was so much to do in so little time you didn’t have time to pay attention to what your father was doing

“You are so much better than him”- your father hadn’t been making any sense

“What are you talking about?”- you had taken your attention from the onions to finally look at your father

“You should try and get on Masterchef”- your father had insisted still looking at the screen where Joe Bastianich was talking to a man in a black apron.

“You’re crazy”- you had simply said before getting back to your cooking. 

You hadn’t talked about it again that day, but the idea had lingered with you and even though you had kept your thoughts to yourself, your father knew you better than anyone else, so one day you had found the Masterchef application on your bed with a post on it 

‘I know you can do it honey- dad’- the post had said 

You had had a lot of fear: the fear of dissapoint your family, the fear of being on national television, the fear of leaving your family that needed your help at the farm every day, the fear of not suceeding, the fear of not being good enough,the fear of not pass even the first selection. Your father had come to your help once again “Honey the only way you could lose is if you didn’t even try. What’s the worst that could happen? that you don’t get in? Who cares? You will always be our favorite chef”

Your father’s words had been the push you needed, so you had send you application and when you had been called for the selection you had been excited.

You had survied the first couples eliminations and now you were going to be the captain of your team, the red team, in the first team challenge and you were scared shitless: not only you could go home if you made any mistakes, but the future in the competion of your team mates depended on you too, and as if that wasn’t enough you had to feed one- hundred army man. So yeah you were panicking and trying not to show it because you needed your team to trust you and to be calm enough to serve good food.

You took a deep breath and focused on what the judges Gordon Ramsay, Joe Bastianich and Aaron Sànchez were saying.

“Each  team will have to devise a menu that includes a protein, two vegetable and a sauce”- Joe said

“Now remeber, at the end of the day one of you will be eliminated and this will be last time he will be cooking in this competion”- Gordon’s words kept your anxiety spiriling but you tried to keep your focus- “All right, are you guys ready? let’s go”

You and your team sprinted as soon as Gordon had done talking. Once what you wanted to cook had been decided, you gave a task to each and everyone of your team mates and you all started cooking.

Managing between doing your own prep and making sure every team member was doing ok and didn’t need your help, wasn’t easy but you made it; the judges tasted your dish after half an hour and, aside from some suggestions to make it better, they liked it.

So you were on cloud nine: the judges liked the dish your team had devised, your prep had gone alright, your team was doing ok. But then service started and YOU PANICKED: you had to serve 100 army men and women and you had no idea how to prepare 100 dished that were perfect and that looked all the same. Your team was looking at you for direction but you had no idea what to do: you had never worked in a restaurat, none of you ever had, and when you cooked for your family gathering everyone made their own dishes, you were so out of your comfort zone. 

And that’s when things started to go even worse: service had started, the army men and women had arrived and had a very clear view of your stations, you had no idea how you wanted to plate the food and Gordon Ramsay came to you and he didn’t look happy.

“Red team come here, all of you, RIGHT NOW! We need a system, your tray is cold, the food is cold, I’m not letting you serve fucked up food. Take your food back in, warm it up, warm your tray. Y/n come here. YOU ARE THE TEAM CAPTAIN, SO FUCKING WAKE UP, DECIDE HOW YOU WANT YOUR FOOD ON THE PLATE AND START A PRODUCTION LINE. RIGHT FUCKING NOW Y/N”- Gordon pratically screamed in your face, you knew he just wanted to make sure the food that came out was perfect, he only wanted for you guys to succeed, but you had never liked when people screamed in your face even if you knew they didn’t mean any harm. Your eyes watered but you weren’t going to cry, you were going to do this, but when you thought things couldn’t go any worse..... you found out you were obviously very wrong.

“HEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”- a voice boomed behind Gordon and once you raised your gazed to see what was going on, you saw a mountain of a man, dressed in uniforme, coming towards you.

It was clear not even Gordon knew what was happening

“Can I help you, sir?”- Gordon asked, you couldn’t sure but his voice sounded a little bit unsure

“You wanna help me, why don’t you start by not screaming at a woman?”- the army-man’s voice was much calmer now but he wasn’t any less intimidating. Gordon didn’t know what to say and you knew it, so you took a step forward

“It’s really not a problem.. ehmm”- you read the name of the man on his uniform - “Captain Syverson, sir. Chef Gordon was just giving me a pep talk, everything is good. We will be serving you your food very soon”

As soon as you had started talking the man’s eyes had moved from Gordon to you and for the first time, since he had come over, you noticed how bautiful they really were. His eyes had become gentler when he had started looking at you, you had almost shivered when his attention had been on you and you only.

“Mhhm”- Captain Syverson said like he was still assessing the situation before deciding - “You can called me just Syverson”- he said before turning around and going back to his men.

You stood there for another second, all eyes were on you and you were sure your cheeks were burning

“Back to work guys”- you said. There was no way you weren’t sarving your best food to that hunk of a man.

Everything had gone smoothly after that, you had felt eyes on you some time during service but every time you had looked up you had never been able to pin point who was looking at you, so you had always gone back to work.

Once the judges had annouced your team had received 70 votes against the 30 of the other team and you had won you couldnt’ been happier, you had been sad for the contestant that had had to leave the show, but it was a competition and that was how it worked.

You were still celebrating with your team when you heard someone clearing their throath behind you

“Hello”- captain Syverson was behind you

“Oh Captain, hello”- what was happening?

“I thought I told you to call me Syverson, or Nathan if you prefer, but none on that Captain crap”- his raspy voice was doing things to you that shouldn’t be possible when you had just met the man.

“Right. Was everything ok with your food?”- you asked because why would he be here, if not because there had been something wrong with his food

“The food was amazing, you’re a fantastic cook, sugar”- he said and your cheeks burned once again at the name. What was this man doing to you

“Oh thank you, it was a team effort”

“Well you are the team captain, so I think you deserve some credit, sugar”- he said before looking back where a man was calling for him - “I need to go, but I really hope to see you again sugar”- he winked at you before leaving.

“uh”- you stood there staring at his back not sure of what had happened.

Everyone had joked about what happened between Gordon and the captain for the rest of the season, but you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the man that had screamed at Gordon Ramsay (GORDON- FUCKING- RAMSAY) for you.

The competition had gone on and without even knowing how you had arrived to the grand finale and to your surprise YOU HAD WON!

So yeah when you sent your application for Masterchef you didn’t know what you were expecting, but in the end it was clear you had left the show with so much more you had even though you could win.

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itsMeYN When I sent the application for Masterchef, because my father conviced me to, I never thought I would even passed the first selection, let alone win the finale. This journey has given me so much, I learnt from every single one of the other contestat, some of which have become really good friends. I don’t even know how to start thanking the judges, Gordon, Joe and Aaron, They have taught me so much and always known when I needed a nudge to wake up and start believe in myself. Thank you, thank you this competition has given me so much 

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yourmominsta I’m so proud of you honey 

jennifer So happy for you, I was rooting for you since the first episode

haley234 Congrats! can we please talk about the team challenge with the army man ;)

austin  Oh my god! that episode was the best, that army captain was totally hitting on her

felicity Does Captain Syverson have instagram? Please does anyone know?

austin I dont think so, I’ve been looking for him too

rachel  Guys I was watching her story the other day and I swear there was a very familiar scratchy voice in the backgroud

yourbestfriend Oh my god... @itsmeYn I think you got busted

itsmeYn @yourbestfriend shut up

haley234 wait what

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ItmeYn Had the pleasure to dine at @gordonndram restaurant, and wasn’t that an experience. Also I think the second meeting between Gordon and at certain someone went a lot better

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austin “Certain someone”... yep she is totally dating Captain Syverson. Is it normal being so obsessed with the idea of them together when I have only seen 5 min of them together on tv?

haley234 Same sis, same.... and maybe it’s not normal but who cares

gordongram We still yelled at each other so I wouldn’t say it went so much better

itsMeYn “We” is the key word here, you yelled at Sy too, i think it’s mostly out of love now 

austin Sy... I repeat she wrote Sy... My ship is real

Yeah Masterchef had given you so much…

Masterlist

All around taglist: @jwspiter​

Henry Cavill and characters taglist: @xxxkatxo​ @mansaaay @thorins-queen-of-erebor​ @maan24​ @grounded-in-light​ @omgkatinka​  @xprettyqueenx​ @marytudorbrandon

[transmogrified-in-the-void]

Chapter 3

Cato gets to join in on a practice sesh of Bardic Inspiration! It goes great!

Virtue sips at their coffee as the TV broadcast plays. “Notorious villain The Disparaged Baron has finally been apprehended by A-Class hero Brass Dagger. While their fight left many without a place to sleep, many more will no longer have to fear for their lives. The Hero Agency of America has offered to help rebuild those who had their homes destroyed. My name is Daven Blockett, and this is the morning news.”

The TV then shows a short video of the end of the fight. Disparaged Baron, dressed as a Musketeer, runs at Bronze Dagger with a thin sword. Bronze Dagger sidesteps the charge, and throws Baron up 20 feet into the air. There’s a glimmer as Dagger throws something, and the footage cuts to the main news desk.

“I can’t imagine doing that.” Airael walks into the living room and sits next to Virtue on the couch.

“Doing what, Hero work?” Virtue asks as they take another sip.

“I guess. I mostly mean getting involved with Powered fights.” He clarifies. “I know my Power would technically be classified as Consumption, but it still gives me an exponential boost to my physical limits. Which means that if I got involved with a fight, no matter which side I was on, both villain and Hero would try and get me out of the picture first.”

Virtue nods along as he explains. “I couldn’t even imagine what they’d do to Gemini if she got into a Power fight, or Absinthe if they-” Virtue cuts themselves off, not wanting to finish the sentiment. Airael understands, though, and sighs.

“This shit sucks.”

“More than I could imagine.”

Gemini wanders in with a piece of toast, and she raises an eyebrow at the now glum mood of the living room. “Did the kid get into a car accident? What’s with the mood?”

“Powers.” Airael says. Gemini takes a big bite of her toast, and takes her time chewing it as she thinks over the implications of that word.

Gemini swallows, and stomps over in front of the TV. She faces the pair on the couch with a sharp glare. “We can get back to the doom and gloom of our life later. Absinthe has everything set up, so all we need is Kid Strings to get his ass over here. So get your asses in there right now.”

Virtue stands up and drains the rest of their coffee. “You’re bad at pep talks.” They note, and Gemini whacks them.

“Yeah, but I got you going so I win.”

Airael gets to his feet, and wraps Gemini up in his arms. “You’re right, we gotta go make some kick ass music.”

Virtue turns off the TV and moves to the emptied out master bedroom that has become the practice space of Bardic Inspiration. Absinthe is taking out her old beat up electric guitar and leaning it up on the wall. Everything else has been set up, there’s sheets of music that Michael left behind on the one and only table in the room.

Absinthe turns around and lights up. “Oh! Hey V, didn’t see you there.”

“Most people don’t.” Virtue shrugs as they make their way to the chair put up just for them. “It’s a gift.”

“Man, what I’d do for that.” Absinthe groans.

“For being unnoticed?”

“For having a gift.”

The familiar heavy click of the front door opening cuts through the conversation before Virtue can make a response, and they hear Gemini welcome whoevers at the door with a saccharine voice. Airael mutters something, and the voice of Cato responds monotonously.

Three sets of footsteps start to make way to the practice room, and Absinthe starts to move around.

“V, he’s here, oh my god he’s here, we get to play together, I can’t believe it, can you believe it? I’m so excited, you have no-” She cuts herself off as Gemini, Airael, and Cato show up in the doorframe. “Hi!”

Gemini slides into the room as Absinthe rushes forwards to greet Cato. She shakes his hand and drags him inside, making a wide gesture to the humble setup. “Welcome to where the magic happens!”

“Uh, cool.” Cato mutters as he steps out of Absinthe’s grip. His eyes flick around, first to Virtue, then to the drum set, then to the electric guitar harmlessly sitting against the wall. “You guys, uh, already have a guitar.”

“Told ya.” Gemini elbows Cato’s ribs, making him flinch. “We didn’t know if you only had an acoustic or not. There’s also some music for the songs we’re gonna practice today on the table, if you wanna look through them.” She gestures to the handwritten sheet music, and walks behind her drum set and drops down in the seat. She grabs her drumsticks and starts to idly rap them on the rim of the snare.

Airael makes his entrance quietly, and struts to the purple and gold bass on the stand next to the drums. As he slides it on, he glances at Cato. “Last chance to jump ship, kid.”

Cato’s hand twitches, and he storms to the guitar and slings it over his shoulder. “I’m not a kid. You guys aren’t that much older than me.”

Virtue raises an eyebrow. Airael turns around and shrugs, looking bored. “We’re all out of college, and by the looks of it you’d barely’ve started if you went. Kid.”

The pair lock into a staredown, with Airael betraying no emotion in his eyes, while Cato’s are laser focused in to catch anything. Gemini stifles a snicker, and her green eyes light up with amusement as she catches Absinthe’s eye.

Her eyes dart between Cato and Airael, and wiggles her eyebrows with a large grin. Absinthe almost chokes as the laugh tries to escape her mouth, but she holds it back. Gemini and Absinthe try to hold it in, but it’s too much, and they burst into a fit of giggles and laughter, causing Airael and Cato to stop whatever they were doing.

“What’s so funny?” Cato asks, hands gripping the neck of the guitar. 

Airael whips his head around to Virtue. “What did she do?” He asks with wide eyes. “What the fuck did she do?”

Virtue looks at Gemini, who tilts her head forwards and does an overexaggerated wink, causing Absinthe to break down with laughter. Virtue sighs, and pats Cato’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. They’re like this sometimes.”

They look back to see Airael now leaning over the drums and talking to Gemini, who’s grin has gotten larger as she shakes her head. Absinthe is leaning on a wall, trying to catch her breath, but sometimes still releasing a few giggles. They sigh again, bring their thumb and pointer finger to their mouth, and whistle. The band jump at the sudden noise. Airael clutches his bass, Gemini holds her drumsticks in an ‘X’ in front of her, and Absinthe takes an absurd looking fighting stance. Cato takes a step back.

“Get to practicing. We don’t have all day.” Virtue says, and they make direct eye contact with each band member. “And we certainly don’t have our guest here all day either.”

With that, Absinthe jumps into action. She double checks that Airael and Gemini are all good to go, and makes sure that the guitar Cato’s borrowing is in tune and works fine. Once everyone is set to go, she connects the microphone and takes out the piece of paper that has the practice “schedule” on it.

“Uh, it says we’re practicing ‘Truth or Dare’, ‘No Regrets’, and ‘Sandcastles’ today. Why does it say ‘Sandcastles’ in there, that’s a piano solo.” She looks back at Airael. “Rae, you wrote the list.”

Airael shrugs. “I thought that having your best song for our guitarist would be a good idea.”

Cato mutters something about not being a guitarist while Absinthe looks at the scribbles with narrowed eyes. Then she crumples up the paper and throws it at the table. “Okay, we can do that. But let’s start with a quick runthrough of ‘No Regrets’. We didn’t play that at the last venue, so I want to see what needs some work.”

Cato flips through the stack of papers, and his eyes flick over each page with the same sort of focus he gave Airael. Then he runs forwards, drops them on the table, and runs back into place.

Gemini raps the beat with her drumsticks, and then she and Airael jump into a hard and fast rhythm. She leans forwards into the microphone set up over her drums, and screams.

“OH MY GOD THIS REALLY FUCKING SUCKS! I STILL LOVE YOUR STUPID FUCKING MUG! GOT HIT BY A FUCKING TRUCK! AND YOU’RE HERE STILL GIVING FUCKING FUCKS!” Her voice is guttural and animalistic as her hands move wildly across the drumset. She holds the last vowel as the bass and drums stop and the sound drops away.

She closes the word harshly, and restarts her playing; albeit, more restrained. Airael joins in at the same time, playing the low and slow baseline as Cato takes a deep breath, and starts playing with everyone for the first time. 

He plays incredibly well, and although the melody he plays on the guitar is different from what Michael played, it still fits well with everything else. But Virtue already knew that Cato was good, they knew that he would fit in with the band sonically. They’re waiting for Absinthe to sing.

Absinthe looks at Virtue, and nods. She rolls her shoulders back, stands tall, and opens her mouth.

��I cried alone again today.” Her voice is the winter sun cutting through the abyssal surrounding darkness. “It’s hard to heal this heartbreak. I’d rather have loved you here, but you decided to disappear.”

The weight of grieving a love and friendship suddenly lost shoves its way into Virtue’s chest as the words lilt off Absinthe’s tongue. Cato jolts, but doesn’t stop playing as he moves his eyes to look at the singer.

“Hey, it’s me, it’s about us. You said we’re still in love. And I cry curled in my bed, about the last text you sent. Who could have guessed that this is how our story ends?” Even through the waves of heartbreak and sadness, Absinthe smiles as she lowers the microphone. Gemini and Airael play their parts with the anger they’ve always infused them with, and Cato moves his fingers across the frets. He plays a dissonant melody, counteracting the smooth major that Absinthe had been singing. Absinthe’s grin gets larger.

As they continue through the song, it’s a constant fight of three emotions. Anger, from Gemini and Airael, grief, from Absinthe, and desperate confusion from Cato. The sound gets louder and louder, everyone fighting more and more, until Cato suddenly strikes a power chord, and the drums and bass stop. Airael and Gemini are looking at Cato with curiosity as Absinthe brings the mic to her lips one last time.

“I hold no regrets.” She sings lightly. “You were my best friend. But this is the end.”

There’s a still, anticipating moment. The air holds its breath as the last of the grief fades into acceptance, and fades into nothing. Absinthe breaks the silence with a ragged gasp, and she rubs at her eyes for a moment before looking at Cato.

“Are you sure you don’t want to be our guitarist?” Her voice is no longer crystalline, but instead thick and heavy. Her fingers pick at the edge of her skirt and the jeans beneath it. 

Cato takes a moment. He looks at Gemini, then Airael, then to his own hands holding a guitar that isn’t his own. “I- uh.” He stammers, and clutches the guitar tightly. “I, I think so.”

A shuddering weight is released from Absinthe. She grins, nods, and turns to the rest of her bandmates. “Cool! So I think we did really good at the first few verses, but at the second chorus we accidentally got a little lost in the middle of everything and it took some time to get back, so let’s start around there.”

Virtue huffs a laugh and shakes their head. They knew, of course, that Cato would say yes. Absinthe is the golden apple just out of reach, the clear water you’ll never drink, but just knowing it exists is enough to sate an appetite.

[crimsonredfeathers]

Leaving

~*~ Chapter 2 ~*~

Hawks x fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.1k

Notes: This is an ongoing series for now that will probably include fluff, angst, and smut at a later point. Reader is a few years older than Hawks.

Prologue * Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9 * Chapter 10

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You had a few days left before your employment at the agency started and did your best to settle into your new home. The TV blared in the background while you put your clothes away, a breaking news report stopping you in your tracks. "And here we see some CCTV footage of our newcomer Hawks taking down the bank robber," you heard the male newsreporter say. You took a few steps back, so you could peek through the open door that led to your living room, the screen of your TV appearing in your line of view. You watched the somewhat grainy video of a random security camera that had caught Hawks' movements. Fast and precise, he took the robber down, his face stoic in concentration for a moment, before his features softened again once he had that guy pinned down to the ground with a few of his feathers. He had just gracefully landed next to the criminal when the police officers that had been on standby close to the scene came running to make the arrest. The hero's feathers retracted and reconnected with his wings. It was intriguing to see him work, to say the least.

~*~

You woke up an hour early with a feeling of excitement deep inside of you. Today would be the first day at the agency, and you really couldn't wait to meet everybody and get to know them. You just hoped that you'd all get along and you'd be able to support the young pro hero and his sidekicks to the best of your abilities. For them to be able to do their jobs properly would be your responsibility to an extent from here on out.

You completed your chores, took a shower, got dressed and ready, drank a cup of coffee while checking the news, and finally packed your lunch. Closing and locking the door of your apartment behind you, you took a moment to rest your arms on the railing of the outdoor hallway and appreciated the sight in front of you. It was such a nice day, the sky was clear and the sun was shining. You looked down to watch the city come to life as people were getting ready to commute to work and school, entering the train station. An older man across the street left the doors of his shop open to let some fresh air in while preparing everything for the day. A smile tugged on your lips as you thought about the hard-working heroes that protected all of what was in front of you.

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Only 15 minutes later, you arrived at the building the agency was located in. You wished the lady at the front desk a good morning and got into the elevator, traveling up to the top floor once again. The doors opened to reveal your boss and colleagues who were happily chatting away. "Good morning, everyone!" You shot the guys a polite smile.

"Good morning, early bird," Hawks greeted before the others even had a chance to say anything. "Slept well? Ready for your first day?" A smile was plastered on his face, as he introduced you to his sidekicks, so you could memorize their names and quirks. He took it upon himself to show you around the agency. Hawks concluded the albeit short tour by leading you to your desk. You groaned internally as you saw the stacks of papers everyone seemed to have collected just for the day you finally started working at the agency. He pointed over to a door along the hallway that was closest to your little office area. "And this is my office," he stated, right as the phone on your desk went off. "Looks like you have your first call coming in." He waved goodbye to you as he opened the door to his office and left you to your work.

Your previous experiences in the field helped you greatly throughout the day. Once you'd ended the call with the reporter that was eager to score an exclusive interview with the newly debuted hero, you started your work with your daily routine, that included checking letters and emails for urgent matters. You answered a few more phone calls, making sure that emergencies got handled by Hawks and the others right away. Lunch time rolled around much faster than you'd anticipated. Eating the contents of your bento box, you were happy about not being completely alone in the agency. At least one of the sidekicks was back from his duties, and over lunch, you got to know him a little better.

The rest of the day was mostly spent by organizing the mess of papers on your desk. You tried to classify whatever got your way and realized pretty soon that this office had neither binders nor enough paper clips available. You made a list of all the things that you'd need for your work in the upcoming days.

~*~

You should have been headed home nearly an hour ago, but paperwork had kept you busy when a flapping noise coming from Hawks' office distracted you. The door flung open, and your boss came into view. "I just hope they didn't drink all the coffee, I really -" The young hero looked at you, a little confused. "Weren't you supposed to leave like an hour ago?"

You laughed, biting down a comment on how he and everyone else had been collecting paperwork for weeks without even looking at the letters and emails that had been coming in. "I'll be leaving in a few minutes. Could you please check this list I made? I need your approval on the things I purchase and -"

"You're welcome to buy whatever you need to do your job. I might be the pro hero here, but you're my pro secretary. I trust your decisions." And with that, he went over to the coffee machine, pouring himself a cup and adding an amount of sugar that made you feel nauseous from the sheer sight. Shaking your head, you shut down the PC and grabbed your purse. "Thanks, Hawks, I'll see you tomorrow," you went over to the elevator. "Good night, y/n," he smiled between two sips of coffee.

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It took you much longer than you'd anticipated, but eventually, all the paperwork was organized into different binders. Incomplete reports were finished and sent out to the police and HPSC. The agency's emails were taken care of, and you'd placed several stackable desk organizers on a sideboard so everyone could grab their letters and notes conveniently. For a while, you simply did your job, got to know the different people inside and outside of the agency that you worked with on a regular basis, and - no matter how cheeky or what a tease he was - actually really enjoyed working for the charming young hero.

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Taglist: @claratakami @chrisrue15

[scribblestatic]

Man, I am really on the roll with this lil chubby hamster-like green boy

(the tw for fat shaming should really just kinda get stapled to this au in general, but don't worry, Izuku shows out regardless)

(also, kirishima incoming! this isn't a bad thing, he's just being one of the goodest boys)

Because it takes a 40 minute ride on the subway to get to U.A., Izuku gets up and prepares for school extra early in the morning. Although he's never quite learned how to tie a proper tie, when he looks at himself in U.A.'s uniform, he immediately feels more accomplished. Like he's a better person than he actually is.

Nicely dressed up, he heads to the front door as his mom keeps calling out things he possibly forgot. When she finally stops after his confirmations, she smiles at him in a way he hasn't seen in a while.

"You look so cool right now, Izuku!" she says, tears running down her smiling face.

"Thank you..." He smiles back, balling up a fist in a lighthearted cheer, pumping it in the air softly. "I'll go give it my all."

"Of course, dear!"

She waves goodbye to him, and he heads out. He's hoping he gets there extra early. He's seen how people get when they have questions about something new or exciting. He's almost sure the school will be swarmed by reporters in a few hours...

Scratch that. They're already swarmed.

Several cars are parked along the street, and a crowd of people with microphones and cameras try to interview students before they enter U.A.'s virtually impassable barrier. Some students walk past them, excusing themselves as they enter. Others, caught up by the idea of being on TV, end up stopping and answering questions.

Izuku, already anxious and put off by the noise, ducks his head and tries to make his way through without anyone shoving a microphone in his face. He's a rather plain person, so they likely won't ask him for any opinions...

And then, he gets a mic shoved in his face, startling him.

"You there, you're a hero course student, right?" The woman asks, her eyes bright. She clearly knows the stripe and button code on U.A. uniforms. "How do you feel knowing you could have a quirkless person in your class?"

"Uhm..." He looks toward the door, and decides to do something All Might would do. He gives the woman a wobbly smile. "S-Sorry, don't want to be late."

She seems to outright ignore this, pushing further. "Do you think a quirkless student deserves to be in the hero course?"

Izuku clenches his hands on his bag, trying to keep his smile up.

"I have to go..."

"Do you think a quirkless person can become a hero?"

He really shouldn't answer. Reporters could smell weakness, and they'd keep asking him more if he answers. And yet...

If there isn't a single other person walking in who agrees with him, he at least wants there to be one.

"Uhm..." Though it's wavering, he keeps it up. "...Yes."

When she opens her mouth, he turns and bows to her.

"I...I uhm...don't want to answer anymore questions. Thank you."

Then, he turns and scurries away, nervousness practically emanating off of him. She calls out after him, but he keeps going, not stopping until he's inside the school.

Because he fled, he doesn't hear the answer from a red-headed student with spikey hair.

"As far as I know, he took the same exam as everyone else, right? So, if he got the points, then I feel like that's answer enough." The boy, Eijirou, curls his hands into fists and grins with his sharp teeth. "Being quirkless but being able to power through a test people with quirks can't... That's super manly, isn't it?!"

"Ah...I suppose that could be the case. But what if this person was accepted through covert connections?"

"Eh? What're you talking about?"

"Well..."

But the genuinely confused look on the boy's face made the interviewer decide not to expand on his assertion.

"...Never mind. You have a good day at school."

"Hehe, thanks!"

He waves at the camera crew before trotting off, eager to get started in school. Similarly, a girl with pink hair also gets questioned, and her answers are similar.

"I mean, the practical was pretty tough! I don't really care if they're quirkless or not. They got through that fight, so I'm excited to have them!"

Of course, others, especially some in the general education classes, who didn't have enough points to pass but got enough otherwise to get in, had different opinions. A few didn't say them out loud, but others complained with gusto before entering school grounds.

"I'll find a way to the hero course despite this setback. Just watch me!"

"I'm sure they'll drop out sooner or later."

"The weak will show themselves as weak whether they want to or not."

Fewer and fewer students stopped to ask questions the later it got, school getting ready to start. Eventually, they rushed past the cameras, heading inside quickly. Then, before they could follow in, the press were locked out by the U.A. Barrier.

Whatever. They'd gathered enough intel for the time being. It was time to compile it into something good instead.

--- --- ---

When Izuku entered the classroom, a few kids were already there.

One was a very pretty girl with black hair, bangs split to the side. Another was a boy with many arms and a mask covering the lower half of his face. If he recalls, he thinks he saw someone like that during the exam, but he's not completely sure.

He nods at everyone politely before scurrying to the back of the room, taking a seat in the corner. There's a boy back there with a scar on his face and hair split white and red on each side. He doesn't really look up, but Izuku bows slightly in greeting before he settles in his seat.

As more people file in, some start greeting the others more earnestly, talking and getting to know each other. It seems some of them already went to school together, like a pink girl and red-headed by do as they cheer at being in the same class.

How nice... However, Izuku hopes he won't have a similar experience. His last talk with Kacchan really didn't go very well, though he barely said anything himself. There was also that buff, speedy guy he'd like to avoid as much as possible.

Then, as if to spit in his face, Kacchan slides the door open with a slam.

Izuku startles before quickly hiding behind a school book. He really, really hopes he'll just ignore him. Maybe act like he isn't there? If the book is large enough, then maybe Kacchan won't notice him?

He waits anxiously for the book to get ripped out of his hands...but it doesn't happen. Instead, he hears the slide of a seat and the sound of something smacking a desk. When he manages to peek from behind his book, he sees Kacchan sitting at a desk near the front, his leg kicked up on its surface.

Izuku sighs anxiously. Perhaps he really didn't see him. But he does feel eyes on him.

He glances to the side. The somewhat icy person with the split hair is staring at him. But he just looks away a moment later

Okay. Right. Kacchan's in his class. Fine. He could work with that. Just as long as it doesn't get any wor--

The buff speedy guy with glasses enters, sliding the door open robotically before announcing loudly, "Good morning, fellow classmates!"

Izuku sinks right back behind his book.

His chest burns so fervently, he wonders if he forgot to take his carbimazole before he left the house. But he's pretty sure he did. He has a phone alarm to remind him when to take it, so surely it's just his nerves.

But daggom it. He really wishes something would be a bit easier in his life for once. He knows it likely won't happen, and perhaps wishing for it only makes things worse. but if he gives up, he'll just be in despair.

"Hey, what are you doing with your foot on the desk?"

"Haah? What's it to you, four-eyes?"

"You shouldn't put your shoes on any desktop! What if this doesn't end up being your seat? Don't you think this is disrespectful to your classmates?"

"No. As a matter of fact, I sure don't. Which school are ya from anyway, you two-bit extra?!"

Izuku closes his eyes quietly and wishes the day would end already.

He stays hidden behind his book until a tired voice speaks up.

"If you're gonna be this much of a disturbance on your first day, go ahead and drop out of my class."

When silence follows, Izuku finally peeks out again. He sees a scraggly man stand up from the ground, entirely cocooned in a yellow sleeping bag. He continues talking, unzipping himself from the inside.

"Hmmh...took you 8 seconds to quiet down..."

But seeing him... Black hair. Black outfit. And that pale thing around his neck...a...he's seen it before.

Wait.

A capture weapon?

Isn't this...!!

Izuku trembles excitedly. This guy's a teacher, so he clearly has to be a pro hero. If that's the case, there's only one pro Izuku knows who wears all black to conceal himself in the darkness better! If he has those yellow goggles hidden under the capture weapon, then for sure!

It'll be Eraser Head!

Isn't this perfect? Eraser Head is one of his favorite heroes! He does a lot of underground work and helps keep the public safe without immense publicity! Moreover, his quirk isn't the physical type, so when he fights, it's all raw power! While Eraser Head's quirk is powerful, it doesn't work on everyone, so he makes up for it with physical prowess and tactical might.

In other words, Eraser Head is one of the closest pro heroes to being quirkless! If he learns under him, for sure, he'll be able to be a hero in no time!

Izuku decides then and there that, no matter what, he'll do his best to listen to and obey his homeroom teacher.

So, when he pulls out a plastic wrapped school gym uniform and tells everyone to get ready, despite the fact there's an entrance ceremony and guidance counselor meeting he was supposedly going to, he doesn't doubt that this is for the greater good.

The kids all start heading out, pulling their PE uniforms from their bags and excitedly heading to the locker rooms. Izuku follows once most of them have left, Eraser Head standing tiredly at the doorway. Seeing him up close like this...it puts Izuku in a state of awe, to the point he doesn't realize he's staring.

"...Oi."

Izuku startles, snapping out of his replay of what he remembers about the underground hero. Eraser Head is staring down at him with a slight glare.

"Get going."

"Uhm-y-y-yes!"

Izuku bows quickly and scurries to get through the door. Still, he pauses and turns back around.

"U-Uhm..."

"Hmm?"

There's a hint of frustration there, so he won't be long. Izuku's eyes shut tightly as he lets out what he wanted to say.

"I-I'm a really big fan, E-E-Eraser Head! I...I look forward to you teaching me!"

He finally rushes off, holding his PE uniform tightly in his hands. Aaa, he said it! He greeted a pro hero! His teacher! His teacher! Izuku kind of wants to squeak and bounce on his feet from how excited he is!

Meanwhile, Eraser Head, Aizawa Shouta, watches as the kid rushes off to the boy's locker room. His eyebrows are slightly raised up.

It's not often he gets recognized. His other students didn't seem to give any inclination they knew who he was, though they'd eventually find out. But that kid knew immediately.

Given, he knew who he was, too. Apparently, the principal purposefully put him in his class. Something about combat prowess.

...He had a few thoughts about him. But that wasn't for now. He'd see how the kid would do after his test.

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Izuku decided to change in the bathroom. He had often gotten weird and degrading looks from other students when he changed in front of them. Sometimes, they'd even poke and pinch at his skin, calling him all kinds of names as they did. So, ever since elementary school, he started changing in different rooms to stay away from the others.

After putting on a thin long-sleeved shirt, he put on his uniform, then went to follow the back of the group heading to the PE grounds. Another boy, taller than him with a large but fit build, notices him and waves at him anxiously. Izuku waves back, finding comradery in not drawing much attention to themselves.

They stay toward the back quietly as Eraser Head announces that they'll be doing physical tests to evaluate their abilities while using their quirks. Of course, Izuku freezes up at that.

Agh...there's no way any of his results will be that good. After all, he's quirkless. The others can surely make their results much stronger than his.

Izuku watches as Kacchan's given a ball to throw. Unlike in middle school, they can use their quirks here. So, with a loud "DIE!!" he sends his ball flying through the air, landing far off. While he would usually be able to throw it 67 meters, it now reaches a whopping 705.2 meters!

How amazing! Of course Kacchan's that strong.

As he turns and walks back to the crowd, he looks up, eyes lighting up in recognition as their gazes lock. Immediately, Izuku clams up, bowing his head and looking away restlessly. Still, through his bangs, he can see the snide grin on Kacchan's face.

That grin only grows when Eraser Head announces in annoyance at the jolly cheering that anyone who got last would be immediately expelled.

Ah...maybe he spoke too soon when he said he was looking forward to Eraser Head teaching him. If he came last, it would all be over. How terrible...

Izuku put his hands on his cheeks and shook, trying to motivate himself.

Then, he just has to push himself and do his best. If he fails, then that's his own fault. If he succeeds, he'll be overjoyed.

[theinsanecrayonbox]

FOP: A New Wish ep1-4

alright, lets do this

long time watchers will know that i live for FOP lore, i die for FOP lore, and even in it's worst examples i try to find something of value...and then run away screaming like a lunatic to make it my own and a million times better lol

so New Wish. this is the...3rd sequel attempt (after the Live Action movies, and Fairly Odder) and could be considered the 5th continuation (if you count Sparky season and Chloe season as separate continuation attempts)

as a quick reminder, like s3-5 were my jam, Superverse is my baby forever, i hated 99% of the Sparky season, love Chloe but the season was heavily flawed, the LA movies suck (Christmas is the best only because it's a holiday special), and Fairly Odder was a huge hot mess that was very questionable

so again, lets do this

Episode 1: Fly Part 1 and 2

uhg ok first just going by the title, we are doing the stupid and counting half episodes (15 min segments) as separate full episodes again huh? i hate this, it makes keeping track of the chronology harder, and makes it so the TV Guide won't always register new episodes because they'll split a previously aired with an unaired but he guide says 'has already aired" so you miss the other new half. OR you get duplicate recordings of the same episode half because they keep pairing it with a new one and your DVR fills up and just urgh. it's terrible, 30 min blocks should be the norm again. please fix all animation peoples.

anywhos, onto the episode proper

i had seen the opening theme before this, and yes i approve of the completely revamped/brand new opening song. it's got the right vibe, but is it's own thing. they tried it with Chloe...but that just felt like a copy/paste clip show element. this is it's own thing, it evokes the original but is still itself unique.

and i guess i could do it now; the art style. i'm...eh? it's hard to explain. there's times when i'm getting an eerie uncanny valley effect where my brain says that they're like flat puppets (you know the kind you made in grade school out of construction paper and brass tabs so the joints would work) and that's not right. this isn't stop motion, but sometimes it looks it and i can't process that. it's...eh? maybe i'll be more used to it by the end of the 4th episode, and if not i'm sure over time i'll be used to it. it's not bad by any means, LEAGUES above the CGI in Fairly Odder. but it's...uncanny.

the title card being 2d while the episode isn't though is slightly jarring. HOWEVER i do appreciate having a 2d model for Hazel that is easy to see and not a blink and you'll miss is thing like in Fairly Odder (she also looks far better duh lol). it's just slightly odd to do it this way, idk maybe that's just me. it's fine.

not immediately recognizing any of the staff credits aside from the obvious...that could be good or bad...

the style is looking more stop motion clay now...weird...

but i cannot get over how many Chloe elements Hazel has to her. you've got the tooth gap, the voice is similar, the enthusiasm over learning things, collecting things. as i said above, i actually LOVE Chloe, it's just the writers didn't really use her to her full potential. it feels like Hazel is a doo-over to do it right. idk if that's a good or bad thing, because i want Hazel to stand on her own, but i also want Chloe to not just get swept up and hidden away in shame like Sparky; he deserves it, she doesn't. but back to the episode...

it is also a nice changeup that Hazel is in a more urban setting; it's still more west than east sure, but Dimmsdale was suburbia, so this is a new setting with different problems to tackle. and her being a younger child is also a new and exciting development. there is so much potential here, it is exciting!

are they going to explain why Cosmo and Wanda are pretending to be humans again? i know descriptions mentioned retirement...but why would the retain their magic...or unlimited magic at least.

is Hazel's dad the new Crocker?

Dev Dimmadome is the bully id ok...wait your dad is Dale Dimmadome?? HOLY COW! we have a spot on the timeline here folks!!! Dale was 16-18 when freed from Vicky's basement, and Dev here is a 10 year old, so this is at minimum 10 years in the future from the main series, if not more (because teen marriage/pregnancy bad, probably safe to assume Dale didn't have a kid that early). but how cool! and it makes sense that dale would move out of Dimmsdale given his history, and that his dad would give him control of stuff. ok Dev, i like you, you can be the new Remy with some Trixie and Tad and Chad blended in there.

ok that was a nice and easy and fast introduction of our supporting cast with a brief character trope to each. i like it.

heh ghost, gotta have a DP joke don't we

zomr the screencaps of Cosmo's times in space, pfftt. great continuity nod and visual gag. Totally/Spaced Out caps are obvious, the white asteroid one i don't recognize off the top of my head, but...that's an Oh Yeah! Darth Cosmo...idt they were in space for that one? how weird that they pulled s0 for this and Odder

i love it. Hazel's problems are realistic and plausible, and she's trying to deal with them in a way that makes sense. things suck, so yeah she'd need fairies. again, the element that a lot of later FOP lacked was the fact that these were mundane problems that just needed a little help to get through....and using magic usually made them worse and at the end of the day it was the lack of magic that made it better actually. i think that might be a reason why App Trap wasn't *as terrible* as the rest of the Sparky episodes, because it kinda did that...then again it had Missy and i think i focused on that way more. but conversely, that's why a lot of Chloe's episodes didn't work as well as they could've, because the situations weren't believable to start with. yes we got magic, we gonna be crazy and zany and fun and magical, but...this is also a storyline about kids learning to grow up and deal with things at their own pace. Timmy wasn't allowed to grow up after a certain point, the writers regressed him and kept him in a permanent absurd level, and that's why the series started to fail.

and i need to get back to the episode in progress, because i've already spent 40 min to get 12 min into the FIRST episode of 4 ^^; (maybe doing everything at once was a bad idea after all ^^;;;;;; )

ADULT TIMMY! ok, ok, slow it down! gah i can't spend hours untangling the timelines right now to figure this one out. because that's adult Timmy from The Big Problem (why do we keep referencing this episode suddenly?? i swear Odder did it too), as in he was aged up from 10 to this form instantly. compared that to the OTHER adult versions we've had (Channel Chaser 1, Channel Chasers 2, Channel Chasers college aged, LA, and Odder (we're not counting the grandpa 10 year old from the stupid "i paused time for 20 years" trial episode) ) who appeared to age naturally. this Timmy was guesstimated to be middle-aged, which is 45-65. SO if we go for 45, that's 35 years from the original series, making Dale Dimmadome like 50s...he did not look in his 50s. now i KNOW nothing says that that IS Timmy (though his vest did have T on it...but he is an actor...)

also "Chin-finity War". yes, that's mine now. idk how or when i'll use it, but i'm taking it, no takebacks. thank you FOP team, you know how to feed me well, i appreciate it.

they aren't assigned to her yet, why would saying "I wish" revert their disguises? i mean, i guess since they *wanted* to come out of retirement, their own desires could've triggered it, but still...they could hang around people who said "I wish" before and not be compelled to grant them. are they compelled because they're unattached? is that why genies work the way they do? does attaching oneself to a human limit their capabilities? or protect them more like it?? what lore ramifications does this have on the fae social and power structures?? also she's turned into a fly...that sounds like a genie's monkey paw wish granted and not a fairy's. again, is this because they are unattached to her? are they granting wishes "rule-less" so they are unfocused and more chaotic? are genie wishes twisted because they do it on purpose, or because they are unbound and unfocused?

O.o!!! i did not have Cosmo and Wanda body horror on my FOP bingo card...i applaud you writers, that surprised me

ok a carousel of timeline events...not referencing anything in the past canon...but is dating it for this time frame...eh i'll let it slide (because i missed it the first time because of the shock at the body horror)

wait their welcome gift was a Seemingly Harmless Plant? how did i miss that earlier? lol

dawww Hazel learns the lesson of the day from an ant that's going to be dead in 5 minutes. so sweet. see, using magic to fix mundane problems.

oh that's cool, their front door is an interdimensional portal. so they aren't living as humans in the human world. but oh boy, 2d flashback time again...oh no, but wait canonical confirmation that they were with Timmy for 7 years???? (pft 20, yeah that's real time i know, stilly funny). that...makes sense in both the you age out of fairies thing, but also that it was s8 where things started to loose proper focus what with only 5 episodes that you could fold into s7...and that's where the stupid Timmy's Secret Wish thing was. but also...s9 was Sparky, and s10 was Chloe; if we go back to the alternate timelines thing, ten that means it was after s7 (s8 folded in or not) that each continuation branched off from. best example being that Poof didn't speak until s9, but in the LA movies he only started to speak, so obviously those 2 are separate branches. now, this doesn't explain the lack of Poof in Odder or here (so far) i know, OR how there's a few connective episodes between s9 and s10 (very few) but DOES explain the absence of Sparky from Chloe's season since they could be considered different timelines, and why they both were not in the LA or Odder. this is fascinating, and i eagerly await more of New Wish to see if anything from s9 or s10 show up to disprove this theory

ALSO if they were with Timmy for 7 years, and we assume that 1 season = 1 year (not exactly right but roll with it), then since Dale Dimmadome first appeared in s2 (and last appeared s4) and Dev is 10...wait i lost my math train of thought and my tv went to screensaver i'm taking so long on this gah! well it's not the 35 years that adult Timmy woudl suggest. c'mon i gotta finish this episode before i hit the 90 min mark

oh i had a minute left lol. ahhhhh but the production? drawings on the credits with the instrumental of the opening theme, my heart! i love these latest sequel-reboots that know what they're doing.

so to sum it up; this is a yes. this series is looking good so far. i know, still got 3 more episodes to go. but hopefully it won't take me 3 times the length of the episode to get through them too ^^;;;;

Episode 2: The Department of Magical Violations

ok so this description says something about the fairies reupping their magical permits. makes sense, seeing as they've been retired for who knows how long (and we'll just ignore the magical build up implications of that since they do reside in Fairy World still so do regularly use magic) AND the old lore does have them having to redo their certifications like...twice i think in the canon? i know Temporary Fairy was one, but i think there was at least one other instance. so yeah, i'm on board for the premise, let's go

Jorgen what happened? you're in a sweater vest and you haven't shaved. did you retire too?

ok cool Hazel was already on the list to be assigned a fairy. Cookie though....already not vibing with them (which is the point i know, we want our OG pair tp be best after all)

Jorgen you're in cargo shorts and tall socks. did...did you become a dad?

Wish Fart...eh...i can forgive it

because this trial thing sounds very much like something they've done before too! Wishing Well, Wish Fixers, there's another one idr...oh but this is something different, cool. also nice that Hazel has performance anxiety; i guess that's our lesson for the week.

does this dance off date this...i'm not sure...the dabbing though does pretty sure

ahhhh Cookie's so proficient because she does whatever whether that makes her kids happy or not. she must annoy them so much that they willingly give up their fairy rights too early. thus leading to her productivity levels being "many jobs completed" but not because they were done properly.

oh look Da Rules!

Hazel hates chocolate chip cookies? hmmm...i guess i can still like you

huh just now noticed that the fairies are scaled smaller than Hazel.

mk, so yeah lesson of the week was communication and standing up for yourself. nice, sweet, simple. onto the next half!

Episode 3: Teacher's Pal

this description says she's lonely and wants to make friends. mk, that's a good lesson of the week, and very relatable. the title card even reminds me of A Wish Too Far...well in vibes, not in matching title card art obviously

"Dimmadelphia Enrichment Center" is the name of the school

oh wow that's interesting; Cosmo and Wanda took up her pop-it keychains but weren't them, they were overlaid on them.

"Dimmy Shimmy"...yeah...i don't get tiktok dances either

hm maybe the principal is the new Crocker...

wait does ASMR boy have a d20 on his shirt???

yup that's your lesson Hazel. see, a mundane problem made worse by magic and fixed in the end by the MC growing up and taking responsibility. good story telling

and was really a breeze to watch *shrugs* not every story is action packed or dripping in lore. as i said, some of the best stories are t he mundane and in the end are about growing up on your own terms at your own pace.

Episode 4: A Dinosaur in Dimmadelphia

it's the last aired thing my Xfinity On Demand is giving me, since this isn't on Paramount+ yet. weird that they list the previous 2 as a full ep2, yet the wiki has the half episodes (save for the pilot) being individual numbers. so for the sake of me not complaining, and simplicity, i'll just use the wiki as an episode guide from now on

(also Robby Daymond is part of the cast??? hurray! ok you just scored points with me. thanks wiki for telling me) (oh wait this is supposed to be on Netflix...but not yet...ok, so Xfinity we remain on)

so this description says dinosaurs. should be fun!

"Dimmsonian Museum" lol

"Obtuse Rubber Goose from 2001 BC" pffffft cute

classic wish train going on. get a dino, talk to him, get people to not care, don't send him back, make him fit into modern society.

convolute dover the top parade thing? lol sure

black vans huh? oh it's the mayor, not MERF, hm

but hey day is saved. and i guess a dinosaur just...is around now...mk

so this was a little less mundane, but you know that's ok too. it is a cartoon, we are silly and out there, not everything is a lesson of the week. (though one would argue that having a dinosaur around would lead to the magic reveal...but eh...)

so after 4 episodes...yeah the style was grown on me, it's less off putting. and yes, the writing here is doing very well. the team seems to know what they're doing, and they're paying attention to the past canon lore BUT they have the advantage of having a new main cast so they can be a bit looser with it. the easter eggs are fun, the energy is high, it's all good. i am looking forward to more of this series (and trying to detangle the timelines XD)

[writingmaidenwarrior]

Sin Eaters Part 6

This next update might be slower because next Friday is my birthday (btw pheita's is on Wednesday if anyone wants to know) , that means I will have barely time to write the next days.

Warnings: none

Tagging @cljordan-imperium

Packed with multiple bags and the hope Talindra and his mother neither killed each other nor started to plan a revolution Wynthan made his way back. He just turned around the corner and back on the main street when he spotted a familiar figure.

The tip of his tongue stuck out as he snuck up behind the man who had his back to him. The woman next to the man might or might not have seen Wynthan. If she did, she didn’t show it.

“You still need some training, Nat.”

“Damn you, Gilmyrn”, Wynthan laughed but straightened up again, “What gave me away?”

“You mean beside the fact Melleis saw you and started chuckling?”

With this Gilmyrn turned around with a broad smile.

“I am sorry, Nat. One day you will succeed”, Melleis snickered and went in to hug him tight.

“This day isn’t today, don’t encourage my little brother like this.”

Gilmyrn acted all serious, but the amusement sparkled in his eyes like a traitor.

“What are you doing here anyway?”

His brother nodded to all the bags with a small frown. Wynthan shook his head.

“I just wanted a haircut …”

“And mom made you her errand boy again?”

“It is not that easy. It started with my human partner.”

Melleis opened her mouth in an expression of remembrance.

“Oh right, you became a Sin Eater yesterday. We saw it on the TV on our way back from the mission. How is she? And why did it start with her?”

Again, Wynthan realized why he liked Melleis so much. Even if Gilmyrn and he were six years apart and Melleis about three years older than him, she always had this childish excitement about meeting new people on her.

“Why don’t you come with me to mom? She would love to see you are all well and you can meet Talindra. Beware of the surprises she holds.”

The dismissive sounds of Gilmyrn only turned this into more fun for Wynthan. It would be funny to see his reaction once he learned about Talindra being a horned one.

“She can’t be worse than Mel.”

“You have no idea.”

“Stop bickering, let’s go.”

As always, Melleis was already a few steps ahead of them. Gilmyrn took some of the bags without a word. They watched as Melleis marched down the street to Kimesnin in a serious air.

“She is on a mission now”, Gilmyrn stated with laughter in his voice.

“I can see. Is there something serious you aren’t at the barracks?”

“I could ask you the same.”

They stared at each other for a few steps until Gilmyrn budged with a snicker.

“Nothing bad. Our unit just needs some rest. Half of us is at the hospital and the doctors made it pretty clear to the commanding officers none of us will go back into the field until the last one had been cleared to be ready to fight again.”

“You won’t get bored with a few weeks off?”, Wynthan teased.

“I might come over to help you young ones train. I know Melleis has some frustration to work out.”

“Young ones, don’t sound like mom …”

“Ouch, that is foul play.”

Their laughter made Melleis turn around with a questioning glance.

“Stop making jokes and move. People could think you are mountains as slow as you are.”

“Not everybody is as impatient as you, love.”

“Not everybody gets as old as time, honey. Now move.”

Shaking his head, Wynthan readjusted the bags in his hands and glanced over to Gilmyrn who just smiled at the back of Melleis.

“How do you get away with this?”, he asked seriously wondering about his brother and Melleis.

“With what?”

“This. Do you hide it when you are at the barracks?”

Gilmyrn stopped confused and tilted his head in a way Wynthan only saw in their mother before.

“Why should I? Isn’t it what they want from us? To become romantic partner as well? They shouldn’t care how it happens unless they get what they want.”

For a moment Gilmyrn paused and looked over to Melleis who just stopped at Lyndhyrr’s bakery.

“We played them in the beginning, to save our lives and buy time to think of any other way how to handle it. Somewhere along the line we actually fell for each other. I will kill anyone who hurts her.”

Wynthan followed his brother’s gaze.

“Can I ask you something serious?”

“What’s up?”

“Do you and Mel have some strange connection? Like trusting each other instantly?”

The look he got was already an answer.

“No, what are you talking about?”

“There is this weird connection between Talindra and me. We sense each other when close by. There is this instant trust with no holding back. I already had the situation with her where she panicked for a good reason and was able to get through to her within seconds. I shouldn’t be able to.”

“I see.”

Gilmyrn frowned and motioned to keep walking.

“You know something?”

Waiting for an answer Wynthan kept his eyes trained on his brother.

“I can’t recall everything, but I remember one of the elders talking about something like this the year before I got taken to training during the Festival of the Eternals. Something about a bond between warriors of the old times.”

“A bond between warriors…”, Wynthan repeated with his thoughts already making connections left and right.

His brother’s gaze rested on him with a smirk.

“She isn’t human, is she?”

“Who?”

“You partner. You said we should beware of her secrets and this questions about a strange connection led me to this thought.”

A slightly manically laughter escaped Wynthan that got worse when he spotted Melleis with another big bag coming out of the bakery.

“She is the daughter of Sin Eaters, got horns during puberty and hid it all those years. If I go just by her eating habits, she is more one of us than human. And speaking of eating habits...”, he nodded towards Melleis, “Talindra already had a taste of the pastries. Melleis needs to defend them.”

Gilmyrn looked to his partner with a raised eyebrow and an aloof smirk.

“Could be fun to watch. Melleis eats more sweets since a few days. I don’t know if she is stressed or if this is a sign for something else.”

The mental picture of the women fighting over the sweet treats made Wynthan smirk as well even if the possibility of Melleis being pregnant wasn’t as pleasant as it sounded. They could only hope that their leaders would allow Kimesnin to raise the child so Melleis could see the kid at least once in a while.

“You just got checked up. She didn’t say anything?”

“Maybe it doesn’t show up already.”

“If someone notices it’s you and mom”, Wynthan snickered.

“What do they notice?”, Melleis interjected.

Lost in their conversation they didn’t notice how she waited for them.

“Changes in people. Either because of sorrows, sickness, or mom’s favorite: early detection of pregnancies.”

The laughter of Melleis made both wonder.

“Would be fun to see one day.”

She pushed Gilmyrn’s hand away as he tried to get a pastry and marched on. He threw Wynthan a pointed look.

“As long as you aren’t the one?”, he threw in.

She shrugged and took another pastry.

“I wouldn’t mind if it will hit me if I just witness this. But something tells me you were talking about Natty-Boy’s partner.”

“Mel…”

“What?”

A broad grin on her face she bit into the baked good and marched on.

“We did. Seemed like you will like her”, Gilmyrn helped him out.

“How so?”

“Mischievous, loves sweets,…”

“I hope she got her own pastries.”

“No worries, we got out own.”

Her worries about her bag of treats made Wynthan’s laughter worse.

“Good, I won’t share. This is the only thing that will prevent you from me killing anyone today.”

With two huge steps Gilmyrn closed the distance to her.

“Did something happen I don’t know?”

“Just the regular: When are you going to get pregnant? Speech every time I am at the hospital”, Melleis growled into her pastry, “One day I am going to kill one of the staff with their little pointy things just for annoying me.”

“Sounds fair to me”, Wynthan shrugged, “They should be aware that sending us off into fights without an end and barely any time to recover isn’t the best base to reach their stupid goal.”

“Did you ever experience any commanding officer thinking?”, Gilmyrn asked cynical, “All they do is repeating the orders of the triumvirates like little puppets. Cruel, sadistic puppets.”

A collective sigh went through the small group. Melleis held her pastry in front of Gilmyrn for him to take a bite before she dug into it again. The small moment started the next chain of thoughts in Wynthan. If the higher ups were already on Melleis’ back for getting pregnant how bad will it be for Talindra with her unique heritage?

“Whatever you are thinking about, Natty, you better stop it before we enter the house or Kimesnin will hug you till you lose conscience.”

Melleis’ voice pulled him out of his dark thoughts. A small smirk on her with syrup smeared face greeted him.

“I try my best.”

The next moment Gilmyrn opened the door.

Talindra and Kimesnin sat with their backs to the door, hunched over the table and deep in musings as it appeared. The short cut on Talindra was already noticeable. Carefully Wynthan put the bags down and went over as silent as possible. With the intention to blow on her neck he bent down.

“Do it and I hurt you”, Talindra stated without even turning around.

“Do what?”, he inquired with an innocent tone.

“Whatever your plan was. Just because my neck is exposed doesn’t mean it’s an invitation for you to pull a prank.”

Gilmyrn and Melleis burst out laughing at the door. Astonished Kimesnin jolted up and glanced over.

“Gil! Mel! Eternals with us, what are you doing here?”

Laughing Kimesnin almost ran over and hugged them tight.

“Forced vacation because the unit is down in the hospital. And this one over there must be Natty’s Talindra. I already like you.”

Melleis wiggled out of the hug and much to Wynthan’s rising panic straight to Talindra.

“Looks like I am famous now”, Talindra joked.

“I got asked about you, that’s all.”

“Naww, poor Natty”, Talindra copied Melleis.

He didn’t know what to think about that. A second later the two women vanished out into the backyard. His eyes still on the door to it he frowned.

“I am fucked, am I?”

“You have no idea how much, sweets”, Kimesnin snickered, “Come and let me cut your hair. Mel won’t let go of Talindra for the next hour at least.”

The deep chuckle of Gilmyrn carried through the room.

“I’ll start dinner preparations. I am afraid we must fight for it today.”

“I am betting on Talindra”, Kimesnin stated dryly with a sly smirk.

With the number of twists and turns the day took, Wynthan gave up and sat down for his hair cut.

[tailsrevane]

2022 in review, part 3: tv/webseries first watches

just as it says on the tin, here are my top 5 tv & webseries first watches this year. i counted anything where i watched a full season that i hadn’t seen before.

1. star trek: strange new worlds, season 1 (2022)

this has been that Thing they were Gonna Make Eventually and it was gonna be So Good, but given the amount of production time between season 2 of discovery and it actually starting to air it kind of stopped being something real? and it had all that time for expectations to build up in my subconscious, so that by the time it was actually Happening and trailers were starting to come out i kind of like… got super nervous about how much i was actually looking forward to it?

the more trailers i saw and the more i read about what the people involved wanted the show to be, the more excited & nervous i got, and then the pilot dropped and it just blasted me right in the part of my brain where star trek lives, and holy shit if it keeps being this good it might end up going down as the best star trek series ever?

like, it’s only been one season, i’m trying my best to manage expectations but clearly i am kind of failing at that, so uh yeah, that’s more or less where i’m at with it.

2. dimension 20: fantasy high (2018-19) & sophomore year (2019-20)

this became the default Thing We Watched for months, and i’m sure we’ll pivot back to it at some point because it’s just so damn good. i kind of don’t mind that inertia has us currently binging star trek because picard season 3 drops in february, and no matter how much i can’t stand the creative direction of that series i want my mate to have as much context as possible when we get to it.

anyway, though. dimension 20 is unreasonably good. i’m so excited there are so many seasons of it we haven’t touched yet, and i just still think it’s so wild that you can get something this good out of “a bunch of funny people sit around and play d&d.” it’s so unreasonably awesome.

3. sonic prime, season 1 (2022)

this show is having its cake and eating it in the most wild ways. like, it’s doing that whole sliders thing where sonic is jumping around to different parts of the multiverse where all of his friends are completely different, but in spite of that it’s thematically being so much about how much those friends mean to him? and how much he wants them back? and i just fucking love that every time he ends up in a new dimension, literally his first priority is “i’ve got to find tails.”

this show gets it on a level that i didn’t think something that was so very interested in being Cool could actually get it? like, i just kind of go into most sonic projects not expecting them to care about the same things i care about, so when they do it’s just this amazingly wonderful surprise and yeah sonic prime is very much that.

4. star trek: discovery, season 4 (2021-22)

i am so unbelievably glad that this show eventually became This. i really don’t like what this show was in season 1, but it’s come such a long way and it’s basically unrecognizable now. let’s fly.

5. wednesday, season 1 (2022)

oh, you have a series about my favorite goth girl with an incredible cast, incredible visuals & music, and a mystery plot for me? you shouldn’t have!

[disorderos]

the snake and his bunny // pt.1

king cobra jm meets his new chatty neighbor bunny jk and from there on out his life changes for the better

part 1:  careful, it's hot

Park Jimin was a very private animal. He hated to talk to people, hated that they asked questions and even hated when they looked at him too long. Every time a set of eyes landed on him, Jimin felt shivers run down his spine. He felt judged, misunderstood, and regarded as an outsider that didn’t belong. He hated it.

So he stayed away from everyone.

Being a king cobra didn’t help his ordeal at all.

Apart from looking scary when he was in public due to all the tension, he was also a cold-blooded predator. Or - that’s what they thought of him, at least.

Jimin himself saw his existence as normal. He woke up every day, ate breakfast, went to work, sometimes he met his only friend in the whole world, and then he went home to eat dinner and lie around his nest. He didn’t attack anyone, didn’t eat living flesh, didn’t consume pray hybrids like they thought he did.

No, Park Jimin was a snake hybrid, but he stuck to himself and didn’t touch anyone.

Well, at least he tried.

Everything changed about a month ago when a new tenant moved into the apartment next door.

It should have been fine. Jimin never talked to his neighbours, even though he knew them. He never tried to head over to another apartment’s door, knock on it and ask for salt or whatever people did to strike up a conversation. He never tried to be friendly with them because he knew that when they found out who he was, their opinion of him would instantly worsen.

But then, on a simple evening with his own version of Netflix-and-chill (which consisted of a large tub of ice cream and his favourite movie The Notebook), Jimin heard a knock on his door.

Frowning, he got up from his couch and left the cheat-day food on his coffee table, figuring that whoever it was would leave fairly quickly. He headed to the door, straightened his spine and opened it wide before the next set of knocks could be finished.

Jimin’s breath hitched in his throat as soon as he saw his evening’s intruder. There, outside his apartment door, stood a bunny. Well, not exactly a bunny, but a bunny hybrid nonetheless. And a big one. He had white, fluffy ears and a nose that twitched in excitement. He was taller than Jimin, and Jimin was not one to usually think this, but the bunny looked delicious. The snake’s nostrils flared and he resisted the urge to stick out his split tongue to taste the air around him.

As the bunny’s big eyes narrowed while he smiled, his lips parted to show a set of pearly whites that only accented his heritage. “Good evening, neighbour,” he chirped, “my name is Jeon Jungkook. I moved into the apartment next door recently. I-I’m sorry for not coming to introduce myself sooner, the work has been very hectic and-and-and I had a lot of things to do around the house, you know? But now I’m all set, and I figured, as I heard your TV playing through the wall, that you were home and I could finally come and say hi. So, hi!”

Jimin’s eye twitched.

“I brought you a gift!” Jeon Jungkook, the hybrid bunny, smiled wider and presented to Jimin what he held in his outstretched hands. “It’s homemade. And hot!”

More on instinct than anything, Jimin reached out for the plate that was covered with a pink-and-blue-striped towel. He took the thing in his hands carefully, minding the hottest parts so not to get a burn.

“What’s your name?” the bunny asked.

Bewildered by the whole exchange that was happening, he gulped. “Ji-Jimin.”

“Ah!” Jeon Jungkook clapped his hands once as if he just figured something out. “The cobra, right?”

One of Jimin’s brows lifted up as he inhaled in surprise, unsure of how to handle this creature before him. He couldn’t comprehend how a prey hybrid had just come over to his apartment so late in the evening, started chatting and gave him a homemade… whatever it was inside there while knowing that Jimin was a predator.

Nodding slowly, Jimin watched the bunny’s expression not change into fright. “They said you were on my floor, I just forgot which number,” Jeon Jungkook giggled.

He fuckin giggled, leaving the snake speechless yet again.

“I hope I’m not bothering you too late. Am I? Oh, god, I’m so sorry! I’m just too excited, you know, to meet you and ah-- I should go. You’re tired, are you? Probably.”

Jimin noticed the stutter the bunny got as he blabbered on, but it was a nice stutter. Definitely better than those who left people’s lips when they found out Jimin was a cobra. The hybrid’s hands flared around between them as Jeon Jungkook got even more nervous than before. His lower lip slowly turned into a pout as he finally understood that he was interrupting Jimin’s evening.

The cobra hybrid shook his head, clutching the steaming plate closer to his cold body. He was a little annoyed that someone bothered him in the evening, the time he put for himself to relax and enjoy his lonesome, but he didn’t want to be rude to this now-awkward, stuttering Jeon Jungkook guy. His mother taught him better than that.

“That’s okay. Thank you for the gift, Jeon Jungkook,” he said politely, slightly inclining his head in gratitude.

That concluded into another fit of uncontrollable, nervous giggles which the bunny tried to suppress by a little hop. His big eyes shined bright.

“No problem. Enjoy your evening!” With a giant grin and a scrunched-up nose, Jeon Jungkook stepped away from Jimin’s door. The snake watched him retreat and stop right at the door next to his, giving him a tiny wave before he vanished inside his own home.

When he finally closed the door and put the homemade something on his kitchen counter, Park Jimin never imagined his ordinary evening would end up being the biggest turn his life had ever had. He glanced beneath the towel, noting that the pastel-coloured cloth was kind of cute, and scrunched his nose when the cinnamon smell hit his nostrils.

Apple pie. Steaming hot and ready to be devoured, as it turns out, perfectly with that melting ice cream Jimin had left out earlier.

He had never been much of a fan of apple pies, but it shouldn’t be left unsaid that from that day on, Jimin enjoyed the ones he received every time a little more than before.

[hislopchino]

HIGNFY's Guest Webterview: Miranda Hart

Because Miranda is in sitcoms, this interview was conducted in front of a live studio audience. As expected, they howled with laughter at all the right moments.

Q1. This is your first time on the show, what are you hopes, fears and dreams?

My hopes, fears and dreams are all based around some kind of love tryst between me, Ian, Paul and Jack.

Q2. You used to be an agoraphopbic. Is that why you took a part in the sitcom Not Going Out?

Now that's funny. And may I congratulate you because you are the first one to make said joke. How satisfying for us all. Oh and no, it's not the reason. Because in reality of course it's a television programme and to make it I have to go out to get to rehearsals and to the studio to record it, so don't be so silly! Although I have to say, on a more serious note, when I did still have agoraphobia I found a theatre or a TV studio total bliss to be in - dark, sound proof, total escapism from the world. So look at that, some pertinence to your question. Not Going Out was a very easy job to say yes to because of working with Lee Mack and Tim Vine, and having the opportunity to do a studio audience sitcom which is a genre I love and, although making a bit of a come back now, was hardly in existence a few years ago when I was starting to work.

Q3. You first went to Edinburgh in 1994 and last went in 2005. Do you miss it and would you do it again?

I do miss it yes. Some of my happiest times were in Edinburgh. It's very hard work and I only paid back the debt for a 2002 show at the beginning of this year, which is absurd, but (and I don't think this is right) it still seems you need to go there to get noticed by industry professionals. And of course it's great to be able to do a month's run of your own show as performing regularly in front of a live audience is the only way to hone your written material. I would definitely do it again yes and ideally without having to share a double bed with 3 people which I did for the first three years of going up there. Unless it was to do with the aforementioned love tryst.

Q4. On your website you say you are obsessed with animals. What animals would Paul and Ian be and why?

I like to compare people to breed of dog - narrows it down. I would say Paul would be an Irish Wolf Hound - lanky and bumbling, amusing and clown like and if an Irish Wolf Hound could speak I reckon it would probably sound like Paul. Ian, umm, he would more likely be a Maltese - small and cute, but very yappy/chatty. If you went in for a cuddle you would probably get a growl. Although to continue the analogy one step beyond anyone's interest, a bit needy and worried below the bravado.

Q5. Your show Miranda Hart's Joke Shop has had successful runs on Radio 2 and has now been made into a TV sitcom pilot. Are you going to put some whoopee cushions down before the show or do you have any other pranks up your sleeve?

I would like to excitedly and proudly inform you that it's being made in to a SERIES for BBC 2, not just a pilot. Oh yes. Hark at me. It will film June and July next year. I am as excited as a snake popping out of a joke tin of beans. I hadn't thought about the whoopee cushions but what an excellent idea. Jack Dee opening the show with a fart could only be a great start to an episode of Have I Got News For You. Particularly if there wasn't a whoopee cushion on his chair. I hasten to add that my series isn't based around pranks. The character I play happens to work in a shop but that's as far as the comedy around jokes goes. Otherwise people might read this, before it's even got on air and think 'that sounds terrible'!

[darkjanet2]

Drusilla's Soul Ch. 29

JapaNews 24 2:30 PM 

"We interrupt this program with the news that there has been a very ominous red sky over Japan. The skies have been blackened by large quantities of smoke being seen over Tokyo." The anchorman's voice crackled through the speakers in an apparent attempt to make the news more exciting. "The cause of these dark clouds is unknown at present, but it is believed that they are an attack made against the nation. There has also been a strange event here in the city today. We have Lena Kamamoto here in Shibuya reporting on it." 

A woman in her 30s appeared on the screen, holding her hand out for the microphone as she spoke. "I am standing outside on the main street where Shibuya Station used to be. And the sky is truly red like blood, not just from the pollution. But it seems like it came from above the buildings," she gestured upward. 

"There is nothing visible in the sky to suggest that something like this is happening," continued the anchorwoman, who was now trying to sound more upbeat. "There are no signs of danger in the air. However, police have been called for in the area. All citizens should stay indoors while they investigate.''

In the next part, they filmed the man with a dog and told them about the situation.

"I was walking with my dog down the main streets when I heard Akemi barking," he said. "And then this thing happened, when I looked up the sky seemed darker than before. At first, I thought maybe it was fire pollution, but it wasn't. The red sky was enveloped by thick, red clouds as a huge red cloud had fallen right onto Shibuya. There is no sun. The sky was completely red, and all around me was chaos. The people were screaming and running around, calling for help, but they couldn't seem to get any. No one could see what was happening in the red sky. I saw people diving under their desks and behind trashcans to hide from whatever was happening."

*Back to Lena*

"It is terrifying to think that this might be an attack. The red sky is such a stark contrast from everything else we've seen today," Lena said into the mic. Her face was a bit pale but still managed to show some excitement. "We're going to keep our eyes peeled. If you see anything suspicious, please call us immediately, or if you feel threatened, please evacuate as fast as possible. If anyone can tell me what is going on in that red sky, please do. Thank you."

*At Blade and Whistler's vacation home*

Disappointed, Whistler shook his head slightly and turned off the TV. The television reporter's report hadn't been much better. It sounded like it had been fabricated to scare the people away from the place; they had only heard what she wanted them to hear because it was obvious that she had been ordered to make sure it sounded authentic. 

"Ugh, I can't believe they did that!" said Whistler angrily as he flopped back into the chair. He rubbed his hands across his face and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees and stare moodily at the floor. Blade got off the chair and walked to the window. He stared out silently, listening to the sounds outside. As much as he hated what was happening to the world, he still felt somewhat responsible for bringing it to this point, but he didn't know how to fix it. His plans had always relied heavily on the element of surprise. In this case, though, it didn't seem like that plan was going to work out. He needed to make sure that it wouldn't go too wrong again. This time, it would be different. It had to be. He needed to make sure of it. He hoped that somehow, somewhere, someway… he'd figure out how this whole mess started…

"What do you think was happening, Blade? Why does the sky look so odd?" asked Whistler suddenly. Blade shrugged his shoulders as he replied. "Who knows?" He walked over to Whistler, leaned against the wall opposite him, and crossed his arms. "But whatever it was, it probably wasn't good."

Whistler sighed, "Yeah, I don't think I'll ever get used to the fact that the sky is fucking red now. I mean, the vampires will be able to move around the broad daylight! Hell, they could even hunt during the day!" He exasperatedly threw his hands up in the air. "I want those bastards gone!" He fell silent after that, staring at his feet. 

Blade remained quiet as well, his eyes focused on Whistler. He knew exactly why Whistler had been so upset. He could feel it in the air. They both knew that this whole thing would be extremely dangerous if things went as planned. It was bad enough that they already had a target on their backs, but if they screwed this up… Well, there was no telling what the consequences would be. 

Blade took a deep breath, "So, we need to come up with a way to distract whoever it is. Or better yet, someone we can control…"He trailed off, thinking. After a few seconds of silence, his eyes narrowed slightly and he glanced over at Whistler. "How about you try to contact your friends?" he suggested.

"With whom?" asked Whistler.

"Tai and the other kids. Maybe if we can get everyone together, we can try to reason with Angelus." Blade looked away as he spoke. "Tai, especially, would be the best to start with, since he's the oldest, most experienced fighter we have, along with his friends." 

"What if they can say no?" asked Whistler.

"They won't." Blade frowned. "Besides, it won't hurt to try. Tai is a very brave kid, which makes him even harder to convince. And you know they have Digimon."

Whistler nodded his agreement. "Okay, I'm going to call Tai right now." 

*At Kamiya Residence*

"So, Izzy, anything's going on outside?" he asked through his smartphone as soon as he got Izzy and Whistler on the line. He sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote. "Any news about the red sky?"

"Yes, but I'm not entirely sure where the red sky comes from. I found some old files online saying that the red sky is formed apocalyptic. That's what the red cloud covering the sun is doing, I guess. Anyway, I don't know how it works." Izzy paused for a moment, clearly concerned. "But if you want to know more about the sky, I think that maybe I can find out who caused this."

"You mean, Angelus is the one who's behind this whole thing?" asked Whistler. Izzy gave a short nod, "Yes, definitely. I have a terrible feeling about what's he up to. I really wish I'd gotten more information from him before all this shit hit the fan."

"Whistler, are the vampires able to walk around in broad daylight?" asked Tai.

"Well, yeah, apparently so. You know how they can't stand sunlight, right? They must have created this shroud to shield themselves from the sun," explained Whistler. "Then they must have developed this special kind of technology. Something that allows them to use the power of the sun to protect themselves from light and heat. That's what I'm guessing anyways. So, if they're able to move through the daylight, then I doubt that it would make much difference whether they could see the sun."

"The Shroud... So that's why they built this machine. Because they knew that it would give them protection from sunlight," concluded Tai, sounding thoughtful. "We need to destroy this somehow."

"Yeah, I agree. How do we do that, though? What do we do to take care of that?" asked Whistler. He paused, considering the question carefully, "Do we want to expose the vampires in Japan?"

"No, we can't let that happen," replied Tai. "If the people learn that the vampires were hiding here all along, then the world will be in danger!"

"Then we better get moving, before they decide to do something terrible," said Whistler.

"Right, let's meet back here in an hour. I'll get Kari and the others together to come up with a plan. Until then, just be careful." said Tai.

"Got it." With that, the phone line went dead.

*Meanwhile*

Angelus waited at the lab patiently while the three vampires in lab coats worked on the computers, studying the data they gathered thus far. He listened intently as they discussed their results and theories about the red sky. He was interested; they weren't wrong in any way, at least, not when he considered the situation. The world was getting darker every second, with the red skies constantly shifting in color; sometimes bright red, like the sky itself, almost blinding. Everything in the entire world was changing.

Soon, the old scientist in the vamp face came out of the lab room. "All done," he told Angelus, carrying a potion filled with black liquid in each hand. "I made this to help you regain your health. It'll replenish your energy significantly if you drink it."

Angelus grabbed the knife from the table and cut his own hand to bleed, "This better be work."

He took the potion from the scientist's hands and drained it slowly, ignoring the burning sensation in his throat. When he drank all the potion, his hand stopped bleeding and healed rapidly. He clenched and unclenched his hand a couple of times to test its strength. Satisfied, he smiled evilly at the scientist. "This stuff is amazing. And I like the taste of black cherry."

"This mixture of blood and demon blood can regenerate broken bones and repair torn muscles," replied the scientist. Additionally, it helps heal wounds and burns."

"I bet it does," chuckled Angelus. "And I bet this stuff will really help me keep my strength up. Thanks for your hard work."

The scientist grinned widely. "My pleasure, Master Angelus. I will pack up your potions as soon as possible."

[ducknotinarow]

87Raphael - All Symbol Headcanons please uwu

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The jellybean himself my sprite animal because of one fucking clip alone XD honestly he is becoming one of my favorite iterations of Raphael hes tied in second place. I know I watch some of the 87 show before but I don't remember loving him as much as I do now? Which is a tad funny cause how much people claim he nothing like usual Raphs. And sure he isn't as broody and such but he still has a lot of thier traits and I argue just as bad a temper and readyness to get into a fight. His softer side is just more on display compared to his counterparts. ALSO He loves puns and Dad jokes uwu

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.) 

"Not to brag but it has some flare." Raph has stylized hand writing, its a little shaky and has influence of cursive to it but it was something Raph taught himself to do he just thinks it looks nice. He likes to send in jokes to some of his favorites shows and figures if his handwriting stood out more it would draw attention to his letters. It was really was why he bothered to learn to write in the first place. He was beyond excited when one of his jokes was read out loud he's never come down from the high. it's not to hard to read or make out but sometimes it can be a tad annoying if he wrote fast then the words and letters sort of blend in together.

✈ : My muse and  traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

"Ehh I went on that cruise ship once? hmm and been to two different universes so I guess i'm outta this world. Though I would like to go out to the ocean again or dive under the sea to just explore."

Not to much travel experience sure he's gone to both the New York of 03 and 12 universes but he still hasn't traveled past New York much over all. He would love to travel though he has expressed an interest in going to Europe he wants to mostly see the louvre where the mona lisa is not mention other works.

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.) 

"Turtles aren't ment to be outdoors it's not natural we belong in the sewers."

Despite how wrong this claim is Raph really is just all to comfortable where he lives. A roof over his head, a nice bed, tv too hard to beat that set up. Besides he liked going to the arcade and such and the woods ain't got that so hes gonna pass. Closest you get is the fact he loves to sit by the shore and watch the ocean waves crash against the sand. He loves the smell of the salt in the air and that nice chill in the air that comes in from the ocean. He likes to comb for sea shells in the sand as well.

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.) 

"I sorta recall crawling around as a baby turtle? Over a book I think there was a picture of the mona lisa in it. Might be why I wanna see the real deal so much in person?"

Unlike most versions of tmnt when the turtles mutated they right away were teens so Raph's childhood years were spent as a turtle. I have claimed him the one Crawling on Splinters books from the flash backs for the pure sake Raph when hearing they could go to Europe got excited to see the Mona Lisa XD So his early memories really are very fuzzy and clash a tad since he didn't have his more human like mind set he dose after the mutation.

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

"That's easy! Casey's Brownies that are so rich and moist and just the best thing I have ever tried. After that it's a good ol' classic pepperoni pizza with green peppers."

Turtles are know for thier love of pizza after all well the kind that are mutant and thriving in the sewers of New York that is. Outside of that Raph is a sucker for his boyfriends brownies, even if it took him some time to understand why Casey made them. He's a tad oblivious at times sadly. But hey least he is easy to please on date nights. In terms of memories nothing to major comes to mind for him outside of the fact learning Casey baked was kind of cute because how shy they were about it. Dose this chnage once he understand why they make the brownies? nah still cute uwu

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

"Anything with a good beat tend to be up my alley."

Raphs pretty big on 80's pop music such as Micheal Jackson or rock music like Bon Jovi. He likes stuff that you can move to basically when he trains or work out he likes to blast this because it fits the mood at the time. He dose have a soft spot for like Kate Bush or love songs. Not that he'll admit to this of course. Raphs not much for like folk music or polka so he was never gonna be much for Werid Al. He has nothing against the classics it just boring to him. And hes not much for the oldies so anything from the 50's not a fan of those fifty diners he'll go if he gotta but he rather not u-u

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.) 

"I don't got much of a past so not really much? What am I gonna look back on chilling out in a tank with three other turtles?"

Raph doesn't live in the past but he dose struggle with letting things go *cough* Donatello *cough* Yeah just a few too many times of his twin nearly getting himself killed was enough to make Raph be well a jerk towards them and thier inventions though to be fair a few had nearly gotten him killed as well and Don so bad about asking fro help. It also bothered him when he felt like Casey wasn't be real with him he just has a bit of bad habit looking back to his own mistakes and getting hung up after them.

If he was doing what he should be then he should be able to fix these issues right? But they continue so clearly he is doing something wrong here. If he could pick things to forget? it how messing up gets to him make him dwell on it for days to points he don't wanna leave his bed or grows far more moody than he is normally. uwu

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.) 

"Hmm I mean I get enough to go about the day."

Raph is a bit of night owl no where near Don who stays up days or end but still far from being an early riser. Sometimes he just struggles with sleep so he will stay up watching late night talk shows till he passes out. Has a bad habit of sleeping on the couch on those night. But he dose tend to go out at night with Casey when they are back from work to patrol and such. He needs to have a sai with him in order to sleep however tends to cradle them in his hold before driftting off to sleep. Or Casey needs to be holding him uwu

his favorite way to fall asleep is being snug between Casey arms, resting against their chest, able to hear their heart beat and soft breathing. Its all nice and warm and cozy. And on those nights he can't sleep it seems to be the only thing that helps him from a restless night.

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.) 

"I might be named after an artis but that don't mean nothing."

This is a lie, Raph has a secret love and passion for art that he doesn't fully touch on or really talk about. No real reason as to why it's just something he took a lot of interest into but doesn't always apply that like. Raphael mentions he would love to travel because he would love to see art from around the world. In museums and land markings and far more. Sometimes Raph will make it known he knows a piece of art but he never fully explains why. Raph can draw a bit as well it wasn't really a hobby or anything just something hes done enough to build the practice to have decent skills with a pencil. Honestly he can get embarrassed if he make it how much he knows sometimes hell go on a small rant about art like the classic debates on what people consider art and what isn't seen as art by the public. Even sort of keeps up with exhibits going up in the city. He has snuck out to check them out by himself time to time.

It became something of a type of therapy for Raph it just engages his mind in a way he needs. Raph doesn't active draw and it's not a hobby either. But sometimes he will just around and mindless let himself draw it's calming and peaceful. He can zone out for hour doing this and not realize it.

He just gets a bit embarrassed because while hes sort of a clown, and sort of a tough guy so having this sensitive side gig to him?

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.) 

"uh what's a social media?"

I mean in a sense yes there were ways people connected that wasn't face-to-face in the 80's like Talkmatic buuut I just can't see Raph having anything to do with that. He's not all that interested in interacting with people. Often he gets annoyed when they have to put thier own stuff on hold even.

✉  : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.). 

"Ehh depends on the person I mean April's fine, I adore Casey, Or like Carter and Irma are fine to. But ehhh I don't like being around people too much at once. Take it in doses." Raphael isn't anti social much but he dose have some introvert tendencies. Raph likes the comfort of home for sure its where all his stuff is at and where he wants to be most. Gets him away from the humans. Its not that Raph dislikes humans but being around to many people just drains on him he works better in smaller groups. He got no issue meeting and chatting with someone new Like Yvoone course he was more making peace between them I like to think he dose sort of form a friendship with her especially since he needs to keep Casey from thinking shes doing drugs u-u girl just trying to live. I feel he's like mikey and took quick to liking her.

Raph more perfumers his interactions be with a few people and quick and to the point. outside some few exceptions. The obvious at the top being Casey of course. Raph just can never get enough of his boyfriend he misses them the second they aren't next to each other anymore after all.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.). 

"uhh I mean Splinter teaches us all kind of ninja stuff? and I got a lot of the rules of comdey memorized"

Raph got a MA in clown college clearly. In terms of a formal education Raphael doesn't exactly have one. Sure the turtles learn ninjutsu and such from Splinter and clearly learned to read and such as well. Though considering how their mutation happened in this series I feel it was more their intelligence was enhanced as well. Anything they know from there? is purely by choice. Where Don seems more invested in learning more Raph seems fine with what he already knows he dosen't needs to many thougt buzzing in his skull where would his jokes go?

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.). 

"I think they can be cute but some can also be sorta of gross...or bugs."

Raph of course dose know he is in fact an animal himself in a sense but outside thats hes not like a big animal guy, he don't hate them either. He isn't the type who has to stop everything he is doing just because he saw a like a dog but he wouldn't irnogre an animal that comes over to say hi to them he just isn't going to getting lost in awe over the adorable furry creature.

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.) 

"aww jeez I don't think I'm all to good at what to get as a gift I mean don't really much funds in the first place either so it's kind of what I can manage to gather and what I know someone likes you know??"

Raph he tries well go with that, he knows what peoples like and figures go off that when or if he is able to go about giving a gift. He's not much of a gift giver in the first place cause well it's not really a thing for him and his family that doesn't mean he doesn't try. Though I would count the one time he cooked for Von as a gift it was done with good intentions to welcome her and all and make peace after the whole mess that he was part of that wound up getting her hurt in the long run. When it comes to Casey he dose try to get nice stuff if there's a special reason todo as such sometimes there is good stuff in the dump but other times they get lucky and someone wanna repay them for helping them out like the arcade owner so he more makes use of these favors to pay forwards towards casey. So they can go into the arcade and play air hockey together not much a gift per say but hey it's something right ;3;

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.). 

"I love my brothers even when they are being stupid and getting into trouble I still love them sure I haze them a little but it's all outta my love for them ain't they special."

Raph as always is pretty protective of his brothers he dose his best to cover their backs in a pinch but hes also not afraid to call them out at times. Sometimes he should and can come across as critical but sometimes it needs to be said because he's often the only one willing to give his two cents if other want it or not. But hes also the one who'll struggle with fighting a brother even if it might not be them or he has to as hes been victim to mind controls Mikey and Leo before as well. He may be harsh and annoying but he doesn't really ever want to hurt his brothers sometimes a snarky remark just hits hard than he means for it to do however. Of course he loves them and will always be there for them often taking the risk in a fight or making the threats to whoever they dealing with even if it's him saying hell be sarcastic.

He is pretty close to all his brothers however, mostly Donnie he seems the closest too and often works in a pairing with them the most. Far the more guilty of treating Mikey as the youngest. Not that Leo and Don dont seem to but Raph just seems to hold a more soft spot for the youngest mostly their safety he cant even hurt a robot clone of Mikey cause it looks like them even if he threatens it or act dismissive after.

He dose see Splinter as his father figure, but there is always the thought that if human he might just leave them to go back to living as a human. And can he even blame them for that? Raph sometimes can be a tad calloused when it comes to humans sure he knows they can and should help but Raph also dosen't always jump right into if he feel it could be handle by others like the cops, when they aren't any use then he sees its up to them. And well I feel sort of connects this to Splinter and his buried fear he might leave them. If he keeps some distance maybe it wont hurt as much.

Raph loves his family of course but he dose sort of feel they don't always get him or take the time to share in his interests. He loves comedy because it just a nice distraction and getting a good laugh makes him feel better but his brothers tend to moan and groan over his jokes and they never want to watch any of his shows with him either. He doesn't hold it against them but it dose tend to make raph a bit lonely and keep to himself.