#he's another one of the older designs from the bunch

[op3ra]

I would LOVE to have a closer look at your carbucketty design! he is my favorite of the bunch and I desperately want him to be real someday <3

sky boy

[thekissofaphrodite]

I Grew this for you, Ives.

Luke Castellan X Daughter of Demeter! Reader

Summary: Your secret meetup with your boyfriend, Luke, might have been interrupted by Percy Jackson.

Warnings: MakeUp...MAKEOUT- I MEAN. Language (Tell me if i missed one!)

Author's note: It might be kinda weird that the title doesn't match the summary but trust me, it's worth reading. + If you saw a fic from another blog the same as this i requested it and decided i wanna make the fic myself.

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New kid, New responsibility. You were known as being motherly towards every kid that stepped in Camp Half Blood. And Maybe, Just maybe, Percy Jackson considered you as his Camp Mom, It wasn't new for older campers seeing a new 12 year old boy follow you around and look up at you with big puppy eyes along with Grover's confused look, but oh well.

Ever since your Godly Mother, Demeter has claimed you, Luke has called you Ives since then. It all happened when three years ago, you ended up in Camp Half blood after your mortal father has been killed by a chimera, much to his sacrifice, You might have offered some small offerings to your Brother In Law, Hades, to watch him in the underworld. Your first week into camp half-blood, Chiron had announced that Capture the Flag will be the first game for the day, you were teamed up with the reds (Much to your disappointment) you were near the cabin fire when two boys from the blue team had cornered you (One of them was luke) you raised you hands to cover yourself but then, Two ivy vines sprouted out the soil and blocked them, horror washed over you when one of the vines that you 'accidentally' summoned strangled one of the boys, Luke was able to escape and still..Blue team one.

While they were celebrating, The red team started ranting angrily about how you made them lose, You sat in a corner, your head leaned against an oak tree as you sobbed, then, a bright greenish-yellow light appeared with gold sickle with a few sheaths of wheat above your head, No one was there, not until a group of campers saw you, they ran and moments later, almost dozens of campers were in front of you, including chiron.

"All Hail Y/n Y/L/N, Daughter of Demeter"

Bunch of flowers started sprouting near you, The forest and plants looked much more healthier in your eyes as every one knelt down, Including Luke, Who gave you a mischievous wink.

"....And this is the mess hall, You're always designated to sit with your cabin mates but that depends, most unclaimed kids just sit with their friends" You said, Glancing at Percy, The young boy just nodded shyly and coughed,trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

"Looks like someone has a crush on you" Luke appeared behind you with a grin, Percy's eyes immediately went wide, making you chuckle.

"Crushes don't hurt, it's admiration afterall" You whispered before giving percy a light kiss on his cheeks, leaving luke shocked.

One of you halfsiblings, Althea, called you over. Apparently, another one of your half sibling's EX boyfriend from the Dionysus cabin used a lard grapevine to ruin the bathroom door inside the cabin while you sibling is showering out of rage and jealousy.

Now, As head of your cabin, It's either you spent one whole hour being lectured by Mr. D out of his favoritism or...Plead with one of the Hephaestus kids to fix it for you.

What a day.

Giving Luke and Percy one last smile, You left.

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"C'mon Felix! This is the only time that i've asked for a favour out of all the favours i've done for you, You'd do it for me" You pleaded as you followed him back and forth inside his cabin's workshop.

"Look, Y/n, I love you as my friend, but i can't do it, not right now"

"What if i give you a 25$ gift card from burger king and......" You scouried your pocket hoping to find something, Your eyes lit up as you felt a bill in your palms "50 dollars...and...." You then went to pat your bra and pulled out a coin. "A Peso"

You then placed it in his soily hands, Felix's face remained calm, he then took the money.

"It's warm..." He said kinda horrified...You pulled the peso out of your bra for the gods sake!

"Take it or leave it."

He then rolled his eyes and grabbed his toolbox.

"Lead the way"

You squealed and hugged him before pulling him to your cabin.

As you watched him repair the door in silence, Felix broke the silencce by purposely dropping a hammer to the ground, the loud clattering sound made you flinch a little, he smirked "Thinking about Luke?"

You snorted, as if tho you weren't actually thinking about him, "No, i'm thinking about Percy"

"The new kid who broke Clarisse's spear? he's badass"

"mhm, Son of Poseidon"

"Speaking of, How's Luke?"

There was a moment of silence before you replied.

"Fine"

"Just 'fine' ? No ungodly things happening?"

"No" You could've bursted out laughing.

"I don't believe you, C'mon tell me some elaborate details"

You raised your brow, a mischievous glint appearing in your eyes.

"Actually, if you finished that, i'll tell you"

The Hephaestus boy huffed and went back to work

After an hour, Felix finished repairing the door and bid you a goodbye (Along with a side-eye)

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It was now 11 pm, the Campfire sing-along ended almost an hour ago, and you were in your cabin, re-arranging your stuffed toys for the 5th time, (Making one plushie lay beside you will cause chaos among the plushies)

"Carrie..You go here and..Princess should be right....here, Done!"

All of your plushies were in order when you heard a knock from the window near your bunkbed. then, you saw luke, still in his usual camp shirt, unlike you who was in your rather inappropriate pajamas.

His eyes first landed on you, he then grinned before groaning and landing on your soft bunk bed.

"Hey ives-"

"Luke, what're you doing here?!" You hissed, afraid that your half siblings might caught you two.

"Can i not see you?"

"You can, but not at this time" You huffed, But he was still grinning before pulling a flower pot, with a rose.

"I grew this for you, Ives" He whispered, His eyes carefully scanning you expression before you chuckled.

"You know i can grow this in seconds?"

"Mhm, But still, I love you 'till the very last rose in this entire world wilt into ash"

A smile graced upon your lips before luke grabbed your cheeks and kissed you, the flowerpot fell into your bed, the soil staining your new bedsheet, You couldn't care less.

You deepened the kiss by pulling Luke by his neck, and a groan escaped his lips, his calloused hands then slowly went up your shorts making you moan a little, His hands became closer and closer and closer until-

"Luke?"

You two pulled away, Luke's hands were still in your inner thighs, he took a peak into your window and saw Percy, in his cute pajamas with messy blonde hair.

"Percy" Luke breathed.

"What's up?"

"The Apollo cabin seemed to be having a party, the noise is too loud and i can't sleep, i was wondering if you could go see it "

You then peaked into your window, your cheeks were pressed against luke's

"Y/n? Wait..what are you guys doing? and...why are you in her window?" Percy asked, his drowsiness seemed to have vanished.

Luke couldn't even answer percy himself, he started chuckling softly before burying his face into your neck and smothered it with kisses.

Percy then stood still before realizing, he cleared his throat, but before he could leave you called him.

"You know what? I think Luke could actually take a look at those Sun Brats" Luke immediately groaned and looked at you.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Go help the poor boy"

"Yes Ma'am"

He then got up and just as he was about to climb down your bunk bed you stopped him.

"Nah uh, You can leave where you entered"

The dark haired boy chuckled, and and started climbing down the window, before he could jump back to the ground you kissed him one last time, But this time, the kiss was much more passionate. You could've sworn percy made a gagging face before turning around.

"I love you Ives"

" 'Till the very last rose in this entire world wilt into ash" You said, Luke's eyes soften.

You watched as he and Percy went to the Apollo cabin to resolve the chaos.

The flower potted rose sat in your bed, You took it, and glanced at the beautiful red beauty, You sniffed the fragrance before placing it near your window as you felt Hypnos' warm palm caressing you to sleep.

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The next day, The first thing you did was bang into Felix's cabin, Giving him every detail from last night as Luke, along with percy watched you from afar.

A/N:

Hey Guys! I've been gone for too long and i just watched the new PJO series and i have to be honest, I fell in love with Charlie as Luke so here's a little treat for you guys while i finish my other fics, i do hope you guys like it!

[deerspherestudios]

📖FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS📖

Regarding asks, I typically avoid:

stacked questions (asks that have more than one question, so honestly, sending them one by one is better than writing a bunch in one go)

hyperspecific scenarios (while I enjoy answering these, some can get incredibly specific to the point where it doesn't even feel fun anymore)

questions that have already been answered (obviously)

To manage the blog, I usually queue up asks instead of posting them instantly, so it might take several weeks for me to respond. Please be patient! And while I appreciate the time and thought taken to writing me a message and the growing interest in the game, understand I'm still one person and will sometimes leave a message unanswered. Thank you. ❤️

Below is a compilation of questions I get a lot, so if you have a question feel free to check if it's already been answered! The list will update as needed:

🎮 F.A.Q ABOUT THE GAME 🎮

1. What is Mushroom Oasis❔ What is the rating❔

Mushroom Oasis is a visual novel made in Ren'Py that was initially released for the 2023 Yandere Game Jam. It's currently still in development as a solo project. I post updates almost exclusively on this tumblr so if you're interested in the game, you're in the right place. The rating is 16+. How did I come up with the concept?

2. How many days will the game have❔ When will it release❔

I initially planned it to have 4-5 days! But with some new ideas and routes I'm considering, it might extend to 5+ days. As for a release date, it's done when it's done. So please allow me the time to develop it at my pace <3

3. Will the game be translated to other languages❔

I'll be honest, I had no plans to. However, a few people have reached out volunteering to. I'll say for now I'm open to the idea, but I prefer people asking permission first. First and foremost, ask first.

4. Will the game be available for mobile❔

For now, a hard no. I have zero clue how to make it available for mobile. Maybe I'll consider it once the game is fully released, but it's only for PC and Mac for now, as those are the default builds in Ren'Py.

5. Is NSFW content allowed❔

Considering the main love interest is an adult, that's fine. However I'd appreciate proper filtering of NSFW content considering the game's age rating means there's more than a few minors in the fandom. NSFW questions aren't allowed on the blog.

Keep it where it's meant to be with proper tagging separate from the '#mushroom oasis vn' tag. Using '#mushroom oasis nsfw' should be enough? I hope.

NOTE: Now, I understand some people are really passionate about Mychael being asexual, but I can't bring myself to police people for mischaracterizing his asexuality, nor would I want to gatekeep him either.

He's a fictional character first and foremost, and while representation is important!!!/gen /srs I don't want to bring attention to any such content in case it brings unwanted harrassment on that creator for posting such content.

Please don't do that. Let people make what they wanna make. It's unfortunate, but fandom will be fandom.

6. Will there be other love interests? Will it have multiple endings❔

Due to project scope, the only romance-able character for MO is Mychael himself. The game will have multiple endings however, ranging from romantic ending, platonic ending to creepy/bad endings (because, y'know, yandere).

7. Will there be official merch?

As a college student and soon-to-be fresh graduate, the income would be nice haha. As I keep working on the game (and once I'm done with college in March) I'll definitely look into making them someday!

🍄 F.A.Q ABOUT MYCHAEL🍄

1. What are his pronouns and sexuality and age❔

He identifies as male, uses he/him pronouns and is a panromantic asexual. He's older than you think. ::-)

2. What is his height❔

He's 6'2. He used to be 5'8.

3. When is his birthday❔

Initially it was 15th February! Simply because I happened to start designing him that day, hence his 'creation'.

I might pick another date though; for now, his birthday is undecided.

4. Favorite food and drink❔

He loves fried mushrooms and tomato juice! He hates spicy food though, as the smell and taste makes him physically ill.

5. Do you have a voice claim for him❔

Initially it was Jonathan Groff, specifically his role as Kristoff in Frozen. But nowadays I'm not sure. Feel free to give suggestions! Do note I imagine him sounding as an older male in his late 20s.

6. What is Mychael's love language❔

I explain it in-depth here!

TL;DR: He likes giving gifts, and likes receiving words of affirmation.

7. How is Mychael's affection towards MC (blog-centric only)❔

So for context, as I manage the blog sometimes Mychael makes an appearance in answered asks. His answers can change depending on when you ask at the current state of the demo:

Day 1:

Day 2:

It's just something for fun as I manage the blog when answering asks. (Though don't expect a solid implementation of this anytime soon, as I'm busy with college until March 2024. Until then!)

EXTRAS:

Mychael's Character Ref

Firefly (MC)'s Character Ref

Mychael's Playlist

Mushroom Oasis' Playlist

Bad Ending 1 Explained

[billskeis]

haii >.<

i wanna start off by saying i love your account smsms !!!

oki so if you could do like bill and the femreader being together for like 3-2 months and she never met the rest of his band, but like today she finally did and she got very close with tom and bill got jealous of it and when they went home it was angrryyyy roughh sexxx!!!😝😝

ᡣ𐭩 bill's gf meets the band (GONE WRONG!)

“do you think they’ll like me??” you ask your boyfriend, nervous, twiddling your thumbs together like an idiot as the two of you wait at the front door of one of his bandmate’s apartment complex.

“of course baby, why wouldn’t they?”

he places a kiss on your cheek, reassuring you.

“i dunno.. intrusive thoughts i guess.”

“nothing to worry about schatzi,”

as the door swings open, you’re met with a man who has long brown hair that reaches shoulder length, he greets the two of you with a welcoming smile.

“hey bill, and hello..”

“y/n,”

“well hello y/n! i’m georg, nice to meet you—now come inside please it’s fucking cold.”

you giggle at georg’s demeanour, what a funny guy you thought. stepping into the small space, you are greeted with two other figures in the living room.

“hey bill! took you long enough.. oh! hi y/n! bill’s told me so much about you, tom.”

“hi—oof! h-hi tom!”

you were met with an immediate pair of arms wrapped around your body as bill’s older brother hugged you. you knew what he looked like in pictures yet it was great to finally see your boyfriend’s family in the flesh.

bill felt himself seethe as he burned gazes into tom’s eyes but all tom did was smirk behind your back as you innocently reciprocate tom’s hug.

as he lets go, a shorter blonde headed boy holds his hand out for you to shake, greeting you with a soft smile.

“hey y/n, it’s nice to finally put a face to the name, i’m gustav.”

“nice to meet you!”

you sit beside tom after shaking hands with gustav and bill shortly follows after you. sandwiched in between the kaulitz twins, georg comes back from the kitchen prior to letting you guys in with shot glasses and a bottle of liquor.

“now, shall we?”

“shit!”

“well y/n, looks like you have to take another shot!” georg exclaimed as he begins to pour the alcoholic drink into your designated shot glass.

“schatzi you don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to,”

bill puts a hand on your thigh and squeezes it gently. a concerned look in his eyes as he looks at you and how tipsy you’ve already gotten.

for the past hour you’ve been playing board games and doing mini challenges in-between involving drinking to spice it up a bit.

georg is shirtless, gustav is about to black out from a food coma after eating two whole pizzas to himself, tom is laughing so hard his dreads are about to fall out of his bandana,

bill is completely sober, in case, of course.

“nono! don’t worry billy i can handle it—”

“lemme take a shot with you y/n,” tom cuts in as he slinks his arm around yours that held the full glass ready to take another one down the hatch.

“see! even tom is willing to do it with me! how sweet of you, tom.”

“of course y/n! anything for you ;)”

“3, 2, 1..!”

the two of you count down as your bodies link together to take the vodka shot simultaneously. a burn travelling down your throat as you cough the sharpness of the alcohol away, high-fiving tom as you both put the glasses down.

“we should go out drinking sometime, you really know how to handle your alcohol,” tom winks at you and you can’t help but smile at how easy it is for you to get along with bill’s bandmates after worrying about it for so long.

“i’d love that!!”

you noticed for the rest of the time, bill was quiet. is he upset? was it something you did? he was looking away into the distance of the hallway until you tapped his shoulder, the rest of the bunch already engaged in whatever challenge came next.

“babe? are you okay?”

“i’m fine. just go back to playing the game. ‘kay?”

“oh, okay!”

as you slouch back into the couch being comforted by bill’s smile, you turn to look back at the current shenanigans that has been going on.

bill’s face completely dropped itself as soon as you turned around. he couldn’t show his girlfriend that he was jealous! not even a glimpse or she wouldn’t let him live it down.

that is until, tom stretched to wrap his arm around your shoulder. obviously you thought nothing of it, you were completely innocent, only thinking of it as part of tom’s nice and welcoming personality. it was simply just him being nice!

bill however, saw red.

how could his girlfriend act like nothing tom is doing isn’t flirting and isn’t also to get under bill’s skin?? where does your loyalty with bill lie?? did you secretly get with bill in hopes to get inside his twin brother’s pants.

you needed to learn a lesson.

“bill, it’s your tu—ah!”

“let’s go.” a yank on your wrist as a stern voice commanded the two of you to leave. without even saying a goodbye, you left the room in silence, shuffling to put your shoes on a hurriedly pace as you look at the three with confusion, them looking the same.

the door slam shut as bill made you exit the apartment first, bill glaring at tom before the two of you left the hangout.

“i told you i’d get under his skin, he’s too easy”

“god damnit tom, bill’s such a priss now i owe gustav $5..”

“give me my money, bitch.”

the car ride home was silent, occasionally it was filled with the heaved sigh coming from your boyfriend next to you.

you were ushered into the space of your home, not even making it past the front door bill forces his lips onto yours with no given explanation.

in between gasps, you try your best in asking your boyfriend yet again what’s wrong.

“bill—bill..! pl—hah—please bill, stop!”

he disconnects his lips from yours as a trail of saliva keeps the two of you, somewhat together. pressing his body closer to yours, he leans his head into yours to nibble on the fold of your ear.

“did i do something wrong..? did i upset you? is that why we left so early?”

he grips onto each of your shoulders very tightly, squeezing the muscle to where it might leave a slight mark on you for a night or two.

“y/n, you’ve been very bad. been disloyal, and i don’t appreciate how close you’ve gotten with my brother tonight.”

“but we just—”

“i didn’t say you could talk back, baby. bedroom. now.”

you bite your lip as you anticipate what’s to come for you in the next following minutes.

your heart races and your breath becomes more ragged with each step you take into the hallway now entering your shared bedroom with your boyfriend.

standing at the foot of your bed, bill closes the door and stands in front of you, putting a hand on your shoulder to push you down onto the bed sitting on it, the plush comforter softening the impact of your fall.

“strip.”

you slip the straps of your dress down each shoulder as you begin to drag the fabric from down your torso off your legs. you toss it to god knows where in the room and sit on the bed looking expectingly up at bill.

“completely, y/n, or do i have to do everything for you? hm?”

as you remove the clasps of your bra, you take off the under garment of that with a slight bounce of your breasts.

bill’s breath hitches as he feels his pants becoming extremely more uncomfortable by the passing second.

“god..”

“b-billy..”

“shut up and finish.”

you flinch at the increase of impact in his voice, hands shaking to pick at the lip of your panties, you slide it down your legs.

having to slightly open them for leverage, bill takes a peak in how your cunt glistens from in between. were you turned on by how aggressive he was acting?

you seemed scared, frightened, but your body betrayed you. truly revealing how you felt.

before you even got to discard of your underwear, bill pounces on you, now laying flush to the bed as he groped your chest harshly, pinching each bud within his fingers as he sucked and nipped at your neck.

“h-hey..! ah!”

“nuh uh, no talking. i’ve let you have too much fun tonight. now’s my turn.”

unlatching from your neck, he fiddles with the zipper of his pants to which he seems to struggle with. shortly following he managed to get it undone and relieved himself of the pressure brought onto his extremely tight choice of clothing.

with a spring, his dick hit his abdomen, almost reaching his belly button. you swallow a lump down your throat almost forgetting how big bill was.

as bill lowered himself, he uses his hand to slap his dick onto your cunt, rubbing his tip in circles on your clit causing you to whine.

“so needy..”

a swift motion leads bill to thrust himself into you, unable to comprehend when he even aligned himself to your entrance and without warning.

he pistons his hips inside and out of your pussy without fail. where did he get all this energy from?

propping yourself onto your elbows for leverage, bill loves watching you struggle to take him as he fucks himself into you, cunt soon becoming sloppy as tears well up in your eyes.

“nngh.. fuck..”

“whores don’t get to speak.”

stomach concave as bill presses his hand onto your lower abdomen, as he uses his opposite hand to cover your mouth, bodies now totally connected as he uses your own body to hold himself up as he never stills his thrusts.

you cannot help but moan under his hands, a possible formation of condensation or drool coming from your mouth. either way, the palm of bill’s hand wet from the occasional heated gasps and winces escaping your mouth.

“mmf..hmmmph..”

“that’s right, just take it, take it like a good girl ja? the least you can do f’me right y/n..?”

with every graze and bump bill’s tip hitting your sweet spot so good, walls clenching around him bill cannot help but let out a wanton moan.

“ugh, you tighten around me so well.. takin’ it like a real champ, too bad you’ve done wrong by me y/n,”

“go—ahhh—gonna cum, bill..”

“hold it. fucking hold it in y/n.”

the pressure becomes unbearable as bill doesn’t stop his hips. a hold on you so tight, he uses both his arms to engulf your head to make it easier as he fucks you ruthless and dirty.

eliciting noise out of him, bill cannot help moan like a bitch in heat seeming to feel better than you are. clearly, with having to hold your orgasm in.

you are being used, and it’s all your fault.

“f-fuck! coming, i’m gonna—”

bill doesn’t even get to finish his sentence as cum paints the insides of your walls. fucking his seed into you, bill’s tip hits the entrance of your cervix leaving you to squeal and come all around his cock, a ring of cream left on his length as your bodies bind together.

riding out the high, the two of you breath deeply onto one another as you attempt to catch a breath. bill slides his length out of you, leaving you to whimper at the feeling of emptiness as he plops his body next to you.

looking at your boyfriend, his cheeks are flushed and his mouth agape to take in more air he lost during fucking you.

furrowing your eyebrows, all bill can do is smile sheeply at you as if he didn’t just fuck the shit out of you because he was jealous of his twin brother.

leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek, he still lay beside you as you scoff at how he can change his emotions so easily.

“now, d’ya mind telling me what that was all about bill?”

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

a/n : i can’t lie i might stop writing fics, for like, ever LOL.. we will see i have some reqs in my inbox 🤓

[lisa-russell]

FOR THE FANS OUT THERE WHO CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF SPLATOON.

UPDATE: WTF? (WHAT THE FLYFISH?) I am both excited and dreading dah new season Xb

"Learn the rules like a Pro, so you can break them like an Artist"-Pablo Picasso

"There is no line between an Author and an Artist" - ???

If your like me and love reading, listening and seeing fanart,music and stories all based around Splatoon...well look no futher!

IF ya wanna see a bunch of amusing and comedic, like memes or mini comics collected from all just #sploonies. (I also have links too some of my own stuff lol)

Do me a favor and reblog this! or...atleast share it! More inkfolk who see thia the better!

# splatsville sploonies if yah wanna see all dah memes ive reblogged from tumblr!

HERE IS A LIST OF 93 STORIES ALL LOVINGLY WRITTEN BY FELLOW FANS LIKE YOURSELF.

I reaaaad alllooot. So these are what I get when the game ain't enough. I made this lil list from myself and others. Authors who have taken their time to let us dive into their inky tales or love, danger,action,fluff and... the risqué.

AND THIS IS A PLAYLIST OF....

Yah your reading right. Over 377 songs. Remixes, Fanmade, Originals and so much more!

CHECK THIS OUT!

Ya, 8 links up but they lead too some really good fan comics. I consider small panels one and full series. Feel free teh let me know or suggest some!

And an INDEPTH AND UPDATED AGENT 4 SIDE ORDER THOERY BLOG!

This a rather interesting Reddit Post about how music effects Inklings and Octolings!

An A.I Assistant thoughts(?) On Octo Expansion sanitizing and dah memverse cure...

A lil blog on how agents cannon lore wise have such neat lil details about em!

My stuff lol

These are also link's tah my Artwork.

Latest Update!

HES FULLY DONE!

Below one has dah older handrawn on paper work of mine.

And my more r3cent digital work...word of warning I take weeks tah months just tah finish one..I'm a bit of a perfectionist and detail lover lol...

[soundspeachytome]

baby fever - shohei ohtani au

summary: (i don't think this needs a summary, the title says it all lol)

word count: 10,584K

tags: fluff, mentions of sex, impregnation

other notes: midnight word vomit things~ i honestly didn't think i would be able to write something so soon after the one i posted on NYE but i'm blaming that video of shohei playing with some kids on my timeline. my thoughts have secured me a seat in hell.

enjoy and cry in delusion with me.

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Shohei couldn’t help himself but beam all the way home. He had spent his entire day surrounded by a group of kids no older than twelve years old, the youngest around five, to help facilitate the annual children sports camp at the elementary school he worked at. Being the only teacher who had played baseball during his primary and secondary years in school, he was elected by default to coach a few hours’ session of baseball basics to which he did not object. Aside from that, he also helped facilitate another few hours in assisting the lead teachers during the games like scavenger hunt, capture the flag, and water balloon dodgeball. The last one being his favorite, he was just supposed to be watching and making sure none of the kids get hurt, or if ever they do, he’d play medic when the need arises. Thankfully, his first aid skills were put to the backseat and he was joined in on the fun when one of the twelve-year old campers aimed a water gun at him. He had no choice but to retaliate. With his wide hands and arm support, he grabbed a bunch of water balloons and aimed at anyone within proximity, creating an entirely new chaos between the kids and the other teachers, too.

He had ended the day soaked and sore from all the laughing and running around trying to avoid the kids aiming at him. Thankfully, you had made sure to pack him extra clothes to change into. “Just in case you get a little too fun and get soaked in sweat,” you had said, ignoring Shohei’s initial comments on not needing extra clothes since he was not technically sleeping over for the night. But proven to be always right, he made a mental note to get you something special as a way to thank you for being, well, the best.  

After he had changed into his comfy cotton pants and white shirt, he bid goodbye to everyone at camp, especially the kids he had made friends with. They hugged him and some even gave him DIY goodbye presents (one gave him a bracelet made out of plucked flowers and laced it around his wrist), a tall kid with glasses who must be around seven years old gave him his precious Snickers bar, almost melted, and the youngest girl of the bunch clung onto his leg and tried to stop him from leaving. These short but meaningful interactions touched Shohei that he almost felt bad for leaving. 

“Will you teach us again next summer camp, Teacher?” one kid had asked.

“Hmm. Maybe, we’ll see,” Shohei beamed, eyeing the other teachers in response. If not for the lead teachers and school principal, he would not have been able to cross the schoolgate and reach his car. He waved one last goodbye to the kids who stood behind the gates and then drove away. 

He couldn’t wait to go home to you and tell you about his day. 

You were in the kitchen when you heard Shohei’s Corolla park in the garage. You continued tending to the Tsuyu broth and soba noodles that you were saving up for a warm day like this. 

While Shohei was out for camp duties the entire day, you were able to finish the flower embroidery design you had been challenged with for over a week now. Being new to the craft, you had a slightly difficult time understanding the patterns in the first place, but once you got the hang of it, you were on a roll and without realizing it, you were already done. You regretted buying only one design thinking it would take you longer to complete it, and also considering that you were the type to abandon something when you feel overwhelmed or had just simply lost the fixation, just like the few hundred other abandoned projects you started this year. This time, however, you were so accomplished that you couldn’t wait for Shohei to come home and brag. 

Upon his arrival, Shohei sees you busy in the kitchen, humming to Adele. He put his bag on the countertop and went straight to you, your back facing him. He embraced you from behind, leaning his chin on your shoulder and slightly shifted his weight against your body. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi.” You angled your face upwards to meet him and he planted a kiss straight to your lips. When you went back to what you were doing, he left kisses on the small spots on your neck and shoulder. 

“Hmm, I love soba. I was craving for this.” He murmured against your skin. He still had his arms wrapped around, waiting for you to finish and give him your full attention.

“Really? Didn’t I tell you that I’m a mind-reader?” you joked and turned the stove off and faced Shohei. 

“Yes and you are the best.” He did not waste another second and kissed you tastefully on the mouth. As soon as he got your attention, he made sure your tongue was preoccupied with his. 

You stayed like that for a few seconds. A slow summer day deserves an equally slow and hot makeout session like this. Shohei put both his hands behind your back and you had no choice but to push your body closer to him while you coiled your hands behind the nape of his neck, tugging a few strands of his thick hair.

“What’s gotten you so worked up today, love?” you asked when you separated. 

He pulled back, catching his breath and looked seriously at you. 

“Let’s start doing it, love.”

“Do what?”

“Kids. Babies. I want to put a baby on you right now.” He massaged your lower back and showered your neck with more kisses.

“So sudden?” You looked at Shohei with bewilderment. You weren’t angry or anything, just a little surprised that he had suddenly brought it up. You had always known to use oral and physical contraception ever since you started dating and like an unspoken promise, you made sure that your relationship would not bear anything both of you didn’t feel like committing to yet. But this was definitely something new. 

“I was just thinking… At camp, the kids loved playing with me… some even clung to me–like this–” he hugged you tightly in demonstration. “--and I almost choked up when I was driving away.”

“And…?”

“I played with kids the whole day, I realized that I really, really want to have kids.” He pouted.

In a way, Shohei had always been great with kids. You saw how he used to fawn over your neighbors’ kids and their tiny steps, how he’d wave to babies in strollers whenever you’d pass by them, smiling extra wide. 

“Like, I really, really, really do. We’ve been married for three years now. Don’t you think it’s time for us to get pregnant?”

You were silent the whole time, looking straight into Shohei’s face, and trying to see any hint of him joshing around but he was nothing but serious with his dead set eyes and determination.

“What are you thinking, love?” He asked, getting fidgety after seeing you were quiet for a while. 

“Are we even ready for kids? There are a lot of newer parents that get divorced after babies are born…” you trailed off. Shohei noticed your worry and decided to change the topic.

“I’m sorry, I won’t force it if you’re not comfortable.” he kissed your nose and pulled you into a tight hug. “The noodles look amazing! So much about my day, they can wait… What did you do all day without me?”

Dinner ensued and the pregnancy topic was never brought up again, much to your relief. Shohei was quite understanding and never the pushy type. He always made sure that when you both decide on anything, you were both in it, just like when he moved in with you after a year of dating, when you decided to get married a few months after, and then buying a house.

You felt no pressure whatsoever about creating a family with Shohei because he never pressured you or his family. You don’t know if you wanted kids at all. When you were single, you thought there was not a single good man left on earth but meeting Shohei had changed your mind. Maybe, with the right kind of man, it’d be possible to love and still be loved properly while having kids. So yes, maybe. Maybe one day, you’d want Shohei’s children but were waiting for the right time. You hoped maybe someday, bearing kids will not just be a reluctant maybe, but a definite, sure and unwavering yes. 

Not until Shohei’s sister came to town to visit a few days later and brought their two year old daughter in tow. Shohei was ecstatic. He had fallen in love with his niece the moment he met her. He’d carry her as much as he could when they visited, buying her presents for every occasion, sometimes even when there’s really nothing to celebrate at all.

This time, when Shohei had picked up his niece, Nora, from her trolley and into his arms, kissing her lightly on the cheek, cooing and swinging her back and forth along with their boisterous laughter ringing around the house, you felt something shifted. 

You felt the anxiety on your shoulders lift and leave your body, leaving you with an immense sensation of love and happiness. You sat at the dinner table watching Shohei play peekaboo with Nora while she sits on his lap, and couldn’t help but imagine Shohei carrying a baby–your offspring–while feeding her, or humming it to sleep. It sounds like a beautiful dream, doesn’t it? 

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

After they had left and the house was silent again, you cornered Shohei in the kitchen, who was loading the dishes in the dishwasher. He was humming a Cocomelon nursery rhyme which you assumed was the same song he had played on his ipad with Nora. 

“Shohei.” You tugged his arm and looked at him straight in the eyes.

“Yes, love?” 

“Let’s do it.” 

“Do what now?” He said mindlessly, pulling his sleeves down and shrugged off the kitchen apron.

“Fuck a baby into me, I said.” You raised your voice, unsure where to look.

It took him a few seconds to understand but when it finally dawned on him, he wasted no time and carried you into his arms bridal style. 

When he pushed you onto the bed, kissing you hungrily, both of you still half-undressed, he suddenly pulled back and asked, “Wait, is this your new kink now? Seeing me with kids?”

“What, no.” Your hands busied on the buckle of Shohei’s belt and when that ordeal was done, had pulled his boxers down to touch him. Like a knee jerk reaction, his hips jerked forward to your hand. 

Definitely.

“Hmm, this is going to be a long night,” he whispered, biting at the garter of your underwear and pulling it down with his teeth. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Absolutely.

“I’ve never been so sure.” 

You pushed yourself up on your elbows and met Shohei’s lips, while he slowly entered you, both of you adjusting to the size and feeling. He started thrusting in and out of you hungrily, as if on a mission, determined to fill you to the brim. And you, on the brink of pleasure and chasing your high, you couldn’t help but moan Shohei’s name and said, yes, yes, yes, over and over. Like an assurance statement, like a promise.

This is my yes, unquestionably, a hundred times over.

[thebrightsilverlining]

P5X and the Importance of Community

There’s something interesting about how P5X is handling confidants. Obviously, I’ll have to wait until it gets officially localized, but there seems to be a running trend in regards to community.

See, X is different from P3,4, and 5 in that the protagonist did not move before the start of the game. There’s no adjusting to some new environment and meeting a bunch of people there. Wonder has lived here all his life. So making friends isn’t about becoming a part of a new place. Instead, it’s a signifier of Wonder’s change in attitude.

Wonder’s whole deal is that he was just kinda coasting through life. As the lyrics of Ambitions and Visions points out: “Act like I don’t care. Why even bother? That’s what I though then. Just another bluffer.” He was a go with the flow guy who couldn’t be bothered to put in the effort whose bitterness and lack of ambition was the reason why things weren’t going the way he wanted in life. A fact that he didn’t really want to admit.

But that changes when he becomes a Phantom Thief and he begins to actually put effort in and start caring. The whole idea of the Phantom Idols is that Wonder’s connection to the Sea of Souls allows him to see the potential in people. To see who they could be. Meaning he’s learning to shed his previous ambivalence and see people for who they really are and who they could become.

This becomes even more impactful, because he’s not in some new place with new people. He’s in his home, with most of the people having already been living there alongside him. So it’s not a matter of the world changing. It’s his perception of it that changes. It’s him realizing that the people he’d written off are actually pretty amazing.

So one of the confidants is his next door neighbor and his mom’s friend. Someone who was always around but he never bothered to really get to know. It’s his mom’s friend and they’re both old, what could possibly be interesting about that? They probably talk about whatever it is middle aged women talk about. Boring.

Except she’s not. Once he starts paying attention he finds out that she used to be a fashion designer. And she was good at it!? Not to mention those photos of her when she was younger. Who knew that Mrs. Tomiyama was COOL?!

And hey, did you know that she also has a nephew? Yeah, he’s only like a year older than you and he wants to be an actor someday. Gonna star on tv in Featherman and make so many people smile. If you’re getting to know Mrs. Tomiyama you should probably get to know him too. Who knows? You might even become friends.

And hey, what about that girl that’s always helping her father with running the local bar? You must’ve passed her by a million times by now and you’ve never spoken a word have you? Did you know that she wants to be a nurse when she grows up? Or that she’s planning to simply stay home instead so she can take care of her father with his back problem?

Or what about Yaoling Li? Did you even know that a college student from China had moved into the neighborhood? Right next to the Fujikawa residence! You know, where Yukimi lives? She’s your age, why did you never even try to become friends? But maybe it’s time to remedy that, especially if you’re both gonna befriend Yaoling, who is still struggling with the signage at the local market.

It’s all about the community. That community that’s always been there, that you just never bothered to pay attention to. The people so unique and varied, with dreams and aspirations and lives so complex you can barely imagine. That you could get to know, so long as you were willing to put in the effort to do so. And maybe, if you did, you might just find your life is better for it.

It’s a concept I find incredibly interesting, and one I really hope is done well in P5X. Because, if so, it might just be my favorite handling of confidants/social links yet.

[milaisreading]

🌱🩷: 7th story of this series! Hope u enjoy it!

Pairings: Itoshi Rin x Crossdresser!Yn

Warnings: Reader uses she/her when I write, but the characters use he/him when talking

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

🎄Dec 16th🎄

It was the first Christmas week after the Blue Lock team had defeated the U-20 teams, and as expected, the players became quite popular, especially among little kids. So, per request of the JFA, Ego and Anri sent out the players to different schools and kindergartens to make a surprise visit this week. And today it was (Y/n) and Rin's turn, and the younger boy was anything but happy.

"Rin...can you please smile...and pretend you are happy to be here?" (Y/n) scolded the vice captain as they walked down the hallway, towards the classroom where the kids were.

"Why should I? I never wanted to go here and entertain a bunch of 5 years olds." Rin rolled his eyes and looked in disdain at his Blue lock jersey.

"I don't get it, you don't like kindergartens, yet fought with Ego-san to go here with me." Rin tensed as (Y/n) brought that scene up.

"You should have let Yukimiya come with, me as it was planned-"

"No! I refuse to go with Tokimitsu anywhere."

"That's mean. Whatever, just don't scare them." (Y/n) sighed as they approached the door, then knocked a few times.

The duo heard a woman say to come in, Rin opened the door, only to meet a wide-eyed group of kindergarteners staring back at the players.

"And your surprise guests today are Blue Lock's players, (L/n) (Y/n) and Itoshi Rin. Please behave." The older woman said softly, smiling at the two teens. The duo walked in and bowed, then (Y/n) turned her attention to the kids, who were both shocked and giddy with excitement.

"Hello! I got told that there are a lot of you who want to become football players in the future. Maann, hope we will teammates then." (Y/n) chuckled as Rin kept silent, while a few kids approached her.

"I am a huge fan! Can I have an autograph?!"

"Please teach me that cool trick you used when blocking!"

"Ooohh! Are you close with Itoshi Sae?! I heard from my niisan that you two are friends!"

"Can I braid your hair, please?!"

The kids started piling up around them, which caused the teacher to intervene.

"One after the other. I am so sorry, Itoshi-san and (L/n)-san." The woman said apologetically.

"It's alright. They are kids after all. So, do you want to hear about some of our adventures at Blue Lock?" (Y/n) said, smiling back at the kids, who nodded enthusiastically.

"Alright, we will have to sit down for thus one tho." She said, guiding one group to a less cluttered corner. Meanwhile, Rin stayed with another group, who kept asking him various things about football, his brother, and his eyelashes.

'I hate kids.' Rin fought back a frown and went to entertain the group.

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"Oooh! You are able to kick so far?" (Y/n) asked one of the boys in her group, while the girls were busy either brushing, braiding or putting clips in her hair. The girl didn't mind that much and she let them do whatever while keeping her attention on the boys.

"And do you have any team you would like to join in the future?" (Y/n) asked the boys, who nodded their heads.

"PXG! PXG!"

"My pick is Bastard München! I think Noa-san is soo cool!"

'Just like Isagi.' (Y/n) chuckled as she watched the excited boy.

"Royale is the best pick!"

"Nooo! Manshine is!!"

"Ubers has some cool designs! I want to join them and travel to Italy."

"All of them are really great choices. And what are the positions you would like to play there?"

'How is he so natural about it?!' Rin thought as he kept glancing at (Y/n) from time to time. Envying how comfortable she was with the kids, and how they were comfortable with her.

"Itoshi-san! What's it like in Blue Lock?! Could I join it?" Rin looked back at the little boy, slowly nodding his head.

"Sure. If you have the passion for it. I guess you can."

"Wwaah!" The boy cheered as another one intervened.

"Can we be teammates in the future, please!!"

"Yeah." Rin shrugged his shoulders.

"As long as you work on your skills, we can be teammates."

"Woo-hoo!" The boy, and another one next to him cheered, and Rin fought back to urge to wince.

'So loud...' He thought, noticing a few girls looking up at him with puppy eyes.

"Yes?" Rin asked, as softly as he could.

"Can we style your hair?! Please!!" The girls exclaimed, showing Rin their combs, hair clips and ties. The teen fought back a groan as he nodded his head.

"Sure."

The girls cheered and went to work on his hair, while their classmates started talking again.

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Soon after, the duo was working on some holiday cards for the kids, while they took a afternoon nap.

"Here." Rin said as he sat down and handed (Y/n) a glass of water. The girl smiled as took it from him.

"Thank you. The kids are really nice, don't you think so?"

Rin thought for a moment then slowly nodded his head, going back to writing something on one of the cards.

"Yeah... they are funny."

The teen blushed as he heard (Y/n) laugh at his words.

"They are good kids.... they look up to you, you know?"

"W-what?" Rin looked up at (Y/n) in surprise, only to blush more as he noticed the smile on her face.

'So pretty...' He thought, gulping.

"They look up to you. Some of the boys I was babysitting said they like you a lot, but are too shy to say anything."

"Uh..." Rin fidgeted in his spot as (Y/n) returned her attention back on the holiday card she was making.

"You are enough. You don't need to chase after your brother's validation."

Rin felt his heartbeat quicken and he held back a few tears.

'I am enough... for him?'

Rin felt a wave of happiness and... relief hit him, and opted to keeping quiet after that.

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Sighing, Rin finished with his shower routine and put on the pj's that Blue Lock gave them. Both him and (Y/n) had returned 2 hours ago, and when the girl finished her showering, Rin took his turn. But before he went to the bathroom, (Y/n) had told him she will visit Karasu, Otoya, and Yukimiya for something.

'Why am I so stale in conversations?' Rin thought to himself as he walked out of the bathroom and towards his bed.

"Huh?" Rin blinked as he noticed a piece of paper on his bed. Walking closer, he took and inspected it for a moment, only to realize it was a Christmas card... the one ot those that (Y/n) was making today?

It was a normal blue and white one, with a poorly drawn Christmas tree.

'Idiot can't even draw.' Rin rolled his eyes and opened it.

As he read what was on it, Rin felt his face turn red and happiness to bubble up inside of him.

'Thanks for accompanying me today! I appreciate it!

(Your initials)'

'Idiot! I hate him!' Rin thought as he plopped himself on the bed and hugged the card closer to his body.

'But... he is my idiot. Only mine.' Rin thought in embarrassment.

[skyward-floored]

Please oh please some Four and Wind hanging out or doing hero stuff? <3

How about both? (Set when they’re both a little older, early teens-ish)

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“Why is this guy robbing a fast food place? Why does everyone rob fast food places?” Wind huffed, face annoyed as he peered up over his seat at the guy pointing a gun at the cashier. “Wouldn’t a bank be better? These places can’t have that much money. The cashier just looks like he’s about to faint, that guy will be lucky if he gets anything. Sheesh. All I wanted was a burger...”

“Wind shh, I’m trying to think of a plan,” Four hissed, pulling him back behind the seat. “Get down here.”

Wind ducked under the table where Four was sheltering, avoiding a sticky puddle of dried soda as he scooted in next to him. They could still hear the robber at the counter talking, and Wind glared as a pair of boots wandered past their table.

One guy they could have just handled, but the robber had brought two others, and neither Wind or Four wanted to see how itchy his trigger finger was. Wind was pretty sure they were just some low-rate kind of criminals, but his Dad always reminded them not to underestimate people.

So he’d let Four make a plan. Even if he would’ve just jumped out there and made something up on the spot.

“Okay, whatcha got?” Wind whispered, and Four motioned to the abandoned fries he’d set up on the ground.

“Okay, so this fry is you, and this one is me. I was figuring we’d do that thing we did when—”

“I’m not that short,” Wind interrupted, and swapped the fry with one that was much longer. “There. Continue.”

Four rolled his eyes. “Right. So we don’t have space to change into our suits, so we can’t just charge out there, but if you go out and— Wind don’t eat that.”

Wind was eating the new fry he’d designated as himself. “What, this one wasn’t even fuzzy! And I’m hungry, they haven’t filled our order yet.”

Four swiped the probably months-old fry from his brother, then shook his head in exasperation.

“Wind focus. Look, just do that thing we did when we stopped that one mall robbery,” he said, and Wind perked up.

“Right, gotcha! I distract, you go thwack,” he said with a grin, and Four gave him a flat look.

“That doesn’t make any more sense then it did the first time you said it.”

“Well I like it.”

Four shook his head, then motioned Wind out, giving his arm a quick squeeze before he went. Be careful.

Wind squeezed back. I will.

Then he slipped out from under the table, quickly squishing a bunch of ketchup packets into his hand. The handful of other people in the restaurant watched him nervously, and Wind winked at a frightened-looking girl.

Then he squished the ketchup over his eye.

She giggled, and Wind turned to the counter, then let out a blood-curdling yell, collapsing dramatically to a knee.

All three robbers turned, their eyes going wide behind their masks when they saw the ‘blood’ all over his face, and Wind forcibly held back a grin.

“My eye!” he wailed, squishing another ketchup pouch in his hand. “I can’t see, I can’t see! It hurts!”

“Oh my gods, what happened?” one of the robbers whispered in a horrified voice, and no one noticed Four slip out of his booth and slowly work his way around to the counter.

Wind for once was glad for his baby-face as he began to cry, faking a coughing fit into his hand. He made sure that the ketchup in his hand was visible as he finished coughing, and one of the robbers made a gagging noise.

“I want my mom!” he wailed, and the three of them continued to stare in horror at him, looking unsure of what to do.

Four meanwhile, edged behind the counter, ducking beside the cowering cashier, who was almost certainly not being paid enough for this. He put a finger to his lips, then cautiously looked over the counter at where the robbers stood.

“Look, kid, calm down, I’m sure your mom is here somewhere,” one of the robbers finally said, sounding panicked as he looked at Wind. “I’m sure she can help you with your uh... eye.”

His face turned a little green from behind his mask, but it was then that the robber with the gun stepped a little closer, beginning to look suspicious.

“Wait a second. Guys, does that blood seem a little—”

Four cut him off by jumping up onto the counter, and then onto his back.

He quickly knocked the gun from his hand, and the man stumbled, obviously not expecting the weight of a teenager. He fell to the ground with a yelp, and Wind ran forward and kicked the legs out from under one of the robbers, surreptitiously using his winds to throw the other one to the floor.

He quickly grabbed their weapons as well, and Four gave him a fist bump as he hopped off the back of the one, the crooks all looking dazed at their sudden takedown.

“Nice going,” Wind said, and Four smiled back.

“You too.”

The cashier peeked over the counter from where he’d taken shelter, and visibly relaxed at the sight of the crooks on the ground. The other customers came out of hiding, and a few cheers went up from the small crowd, Wind rubbing his eye as he waved at them.

“...you good?” Four asked Wind, and Wind nodded, wincing as he blinked his eye a few times.

“Yeah. I just got ketchup in my eye. It stings too, what do they put in this stuff?!”

“Tomatoes. Which are acidic,” Four said with a little grin, and Wind sighed as people began to thank them, the restaurant manager looking especially relieved.

“Great. And I think I lost my appetite for burgers,” he grumbled, and Four chuckled as the manager walked up to them.

“I can’t thank you two enough, you’ve done quite a service for us here,” she smiled. “It’s not much, but can I offer you anything on the menu? It’s on the house.”

Wind quit his complaining instantly, and gave her a wide smile. “You know what? I was just thinking a burger would be delicious.”

Four hid his laugh, and he and Wind spent the rest of the afternoon eating way too many French fries.

[livwritesstuff]

I’ve got birthdays on the brain, so now I’m wondering how the guys handle the girls birthdays over the years and if they have any fun traditions as a family?

Oh yeah birthdays are definitely a Big Deal in the Harrington house. I feel like that comes from a combination of Eddie never having enough money to have a real birthday celebration growing up and Steve never having people who cared in the way he needed.

I think the way birthdays gets celebrated changes over the years and as the girls get older, but in general the conversation usually starts with we can do whatever you want (within reason, Steve usually interjects before things can get out of hand). When the girl are little, they do everything from hosting a formal princess tea party (Hazel’s sixth birthday — Eddie spent a month thrifting all the china cups and plates and saucers) to renting out a skate park after hours for laser tag (Moe’s 11th — Steve barely refrained from totally wiping the floor with a bunch of fifth-graders).

Once the girls hit middle school, they start wanting different things — usually big sleepovers with all their friends, but Hazel will sometimes ask for a shopping day instead, and for Robbie’s sixteenth birthday she bartered for her fourth lobe piercings (which Steve was happy to oblige given that it’s not exactly a big ask, and she’d done the second and third ones on herself which….wasn’t ideal).

No matter what the plan ends up being, they usually do the standard cake and ice cream and presents type of deal, and they definitely have some unspoken traditions that weren't necessarily planned, per se, but happen annually nonetheless.

Without fail, Eddie always gets all sad the night before a birthday because, "It's your last day ever being [insert age here]."

It first happened when Moe was about to turn two and Eddie realized that the year he’d spent telling everyone about his one-year-old baby (and it had been a seriously fun year too — the best one yet) was undeniably over, and he wasn’t ready to admit that Moe wasn’t really even a baby anymore. He spent the whole night before her second birthday snuggling her and bemoaning to Steve about how, “the merciless passage of time has claimed yet another victim”.

It turned into an annual thing — Eddie making a whole show out of telling the girls to stop growing up, which they totally eat up when they're little, and pretend to be exasperated by when they're teenagers (even though they still love it).

I also think Eddie would be the party mastermind, whereas Steve likes to focus on the little things.

Birthday morning breakfasts look like a whole plate with their name spelled out in pancake letters, and a little too much syrup and berries and a swirl of whipped cream with a candle sticking out of it, and Steve ties a bunch of balloons to their designated chair at the kitchen table, and he spends the whole rest of the day making sure that even the mundane moments are making them feel special and celebrated.

[etheries1015]

Adult (20+) MC finally figures out how to properly make money, BESIDES working for Azul. Become not only the prefect and be a student, but an on the call designated therapist!

"Crowley, really. I'm far older than the other students, it is not my fault the mirror has brought you a full grown adult rather than another proper student! I finished all of my schooling where I am from, I do not wish to repeat it along side these....kids!" You had complained to him. Well, what was he to do? The mirror had obviously chosen you to be at that school, you had no other merits at the time to offer him, and to simply put it...without a way to go home, what else could possibly occupy your time in a world in which you know nothing about, than gather intel by throwing yourself into the most prestigious of schools? The answer seemed obvious at the time, until you realized just how bad it was.

Teenagers are still teenagers, after all. Especially a bunch of teenage boys surrounded by...well... Other teenage boys. Magic or not, they were still going through any other mental struggles as any normal human. However, putting magic into the mix had surely caused you some...extra unprecedented grief you had never needed to worry about in your world. After what, three? Four? Overblots and life endagerment exibitions, you had an epiphany. With extensive knowledge of the human brain system, life experience, and a plothera of coping mechanisms under your belt, what better way to open the door than to become none other than the designated student body therapist?

With some rather convincing techniques, you had managed to convince Crowley to, as you put it...

"Let me take this off of your plate! You are so busy being such an amazing head master running this school as perfectly as you are, I understand the durasic increase of overblots have your hands tied behind your back! As you know, I am an adult with ample experience in the field of mental health. Although I don't have the documents to prove it as much at this time seeing as they are back in my world....I just know you will not regret hiring me as a therapist."

A few more convincing lines (and perhaps a week of pestering, begging, manipulating-- I mean convincing , he had eventually hired you as the school therapist! With, of course, the expectation that you had to take an additional class to further certify you were able to properly do such a job. (You were kind of mad a bout that, seeing as you knew you were qualified, but hey. Pick and choose your battles I guess. At least you managed to get by with a couple additional classes, instead of a million years of schooling.)

You had a personal office in ramshackle, an empty dorm becoming suitable with your own personal desk, computer, book shelf, and another necessities. You had a location in the main building, the room connected to the nurses office had been refurnished as your main office. Book shelves of self care, items for fiddling with, bean bags, posters with encouraging words, and a desk full of papers, along with other needed items graciously funded by the school (you threatened Crowley at one point, accusing him of not caring of his students.) Of course, being on call meant students may drop by the dorm at any given time for your aid and expertise, so the ramshackle dorm lounge was also redecorated suited for sessions that were a bit more casual.

But of course, you also managed to juggle your studies as a student, wanting to continue to learn about magic. Working on the call was nice, keeping your phone on and excusing yourself whenever official work called for you. Unless you rather not be a student, that is fine, too. Full time therapist work may be the job for you!

Helping students heal one tragic back story at a time seemed perfectly fitting. (You just wanted to finally get paid and recognized for what you were already doing.)

[fumifooms]

hey i have a lore discussion for ya. so. basilisk chapter: laios is like 'wow monsters that are a mix of multiple animals are so cool! i used to have this fake monster that had all these cool attributes. but i've realized now that i'm older that it's better if a chimera only has two or three animals, instead of a bunch.' however, the Ultimate Monster has about 12 animals in it. and because chilchuck says 'i thought he grew out of this', it's clearly not a continuity error. 1/2

So. Do you think this Ultimate Monster transformation was influenced by the Winged Lion, and it's evidence that the Winged Lion was specifically preying on the fantasies of laios when he was a kid dreaming about being a monster? i've never seen anyone talk about how odd it is that despite laios saying 'chimeras are better if it's just one or two monsters', he still likes his Ultimate Monster design, and even adds the third head to it during the story. 2/2

You’re right that this is a layered topic, but no I don’t think it’s a fantasy he only had as a kid that the WL had to dig for. Below we have a EverydayHeroes Scans glossary page plus the final chimera sketch. As you said, the third head is added during the story. "That scylla sure was cool, let’s add a wolf head in there." Something which he has to note down before going to fight the Winged Lion.

Notice the emphasis on "cool". I think the familiar chapter is the other major relevant bit for this plot thread. It shows us with no ambiguity that Laios does care about aesthetics. It shows us that he can build a monster through logic and be reasonable about it, but he’s also not immune from getting carried away.

Ultimately, it’s still Marcille who builds the perfect familiar that succeeds for the situation, and Laios undermines it for its looks before seeing it in action. Marcille here ALSO mentions how he ‘should have grown out of this phase’.

So yes I mean, I think it’s clear that Laios’ fantasy is a fantasy, it’s not rational or logical or even something good that would work out, and even he knows that. Kind of like how when the winged lion showed him visions of a golden kingdom he reigned over during the succubus-induced dream he ended up saying "yeah… Things wouldn’t be so simple". The winged lion draws from deep seated desires, wether or not the person knows it’s stupid or that they shouldn’t, morally or otherwise, doesn’t matter. The winged lion is brute forcing through enticement for them to cave in. I don’t think Laios thinks becoming a monster would be all that he’s hoped for rationally, especially after seeing the whole chimera Falin situation. It’s like people irl saying they’d like to be a housecat and lounge all day; it’s a fantasy but not something that would really work out, as most people can acknowledge while nevertheless still keeping that pleasant daydream. The winged lion calls it out too! "If you’d wanted to be another kind of monster instead of animal, you’d be invincible right now". His preference for chimeras itself is a matter of taste and not practicality. It’s not well thought out, it’s a craving. Laios wanting to be a chimera is a soup mix of comfort fantasy and childhood coping mechanism and special interest hobby and idealization, and more.

And!!! That’s the point! What saves the world, how Laios saves the world, isn’t a flawless plan! What saves the world is Laios’ most authentic most flawedly human desires, ones he couldn’t control or repress. It’s the weird interest that everyone shamed and denigrated, his uniqueness and feeling of disconnect towards humans, that ultimately saves humanity. Because he genuinely desired becoming a monster, genuinely had that hungry curious nature in the deepest corner of his soul.

The Winged Lion doesn’t work through thoughts and the brain but through wants that are more primal, in your guts, in your heart. It doesn’t seek to checkmate you through logic, it wants you to surrender yourself willingly through manipulating your wants, your weaknesses, your emotions.

It’s like Laios’ curse at the end too, and even the succubus. If Laios were to rationally go through these desires-based trials, it’d reflect his actual wants, instead of just desires and cravings: the curse would have been that Falin can’t be revived, and his most alluring form would have been Falin safe. Dunmeshi in this way is kind of about the struggle of rising above our animality and these deep seated desires that go against productivity and what we actually want, like say, always feeling physically hungry even if you’ve eaten more than enough and knowing you should stop there. Like, it’s why we’re talking about allure and enticement.

Like aughhhh!! Why Laios got to eat desires is because he genuinely wanted to see how it tasted so bad, it wouldn’t have been granted by the lion if it wasn’t something he truly desired, like <3 it’s not something he could have simply strategized he needed to genuinely want it. It wasn’t the plan. It wasn’t plan A or B or C.

Laios my favorite fucked up cinnamon roll who saves the world through his authentic selfish desires

But no I don’t think Winged Lion was preying on his kid fantasies as much as like. The remnants of it that are still there and repressed in him. Kinda like how Marcille’s desire is also about childhood trauma, but if it’d been processed better it might have been different. I do feel like irl we carry a lot of stuff with us that was shaped in our childhoods, often some level of unhealthy and irrational that we have to kinda work through and be like ok that’s enough of that let’s be serious now. And yeah! Yeah. You’re very right that his chimera is strongly associated with his childhood desires though. It’s just that these desires really do stick, and sometimes they can overtake logic, wether or not you’re an adult and wether or not you have a demon on your shoulder telling you to let yourself be tempted.

So yes! Laios knows that a chimera with fewer animals is logically better, but a True Heart’s Desire isn’t always rational or good and his heart yearns for the Rule of Cool.

It’s, again, like the succubi! Laios is interesting for this because the thing with succubi is that they freeze people: they make the prey freeze and not want to resist/run away, but they don’t make it reciprocate either. They don’t- they don’t usually have to reason with them and be like "no i swear we’re totally real <3". Like no one in the party thinks there’s any chance of hot naked blonde women, general Hareus or Izu’s mom actually walking out of the darkness in the dungeon, especially since they were already on guard and knew succubi were going to attack. But with Laios it was more complex than that. And I think it’s way less "oh haha yeah what you’re saying makes so much sense" and more "I want to believe this is real so for a lack of a better reaction I’m just going to not do anything, maybe just maybe it might be". Again it’s enticement, it appeals to your desires. Again it doesn’t operate on a rational level, and that makes sense because the succubi are monsters who seek to trigger your fight or flight or freeze instinct and make it land on freeze; it doesn’t operate on a rational level but a deep seated one that seeks to shortcircuit logic and better instincts. And part of that was Laios’ succubus going "oh your party members have 4 heads each!!!! Ain’t that cool!!!" like, his desire for chimeras and many headed monsters is so not rooted on a logical level.

It’s a silly fantasy. He thinks several heads are cool and he wants them, like the familiar he makes with Marcille. He chooses aesthetic over practicality becahse he wants to try and believe it’ll work out so bad, and truly I can’t blame him.

[kiirotoao]

Will being the most beloved person in The Party to Mike is sweet, no doubt, but like, god, imagine how the others would subtly favor him too-

Dustin and Mike sometimes catch Will wearing Lucas’ letterman jacket and they’re a little jealous. Lucas justifies that Will is only one who won’t ruin it (and he’s right - Will never does).

On that strain, Lucas doesn’t let anyone else near his wardrobe except for Will. Only he gets to wear the headband. Lucas also doesn’t accept fashion advice from anyone else.

When the boys get older and take everyone out to dinner to hang out, the fight for the bill at the end of the night is absolutely insane. There is yelling and threatening between Mike, Lucas, and Dustin, and Will sometimes has to sneak the waiter the bill just so they’ll stop, but they get even more upset because they don’t ever want Will to pay (Will finds it hilarious).

After the night Will went missing, Dustin made it a point to buy Will comics. Dustin felt so bad, at first, thinking about the time he went missing, but it slowly became just a regular thing and now Will has a truckload of comics.

Dustin randomly gives Will snacks in passing between classes. Will would sometimes refuse them or give them back, so eventually, Dustin just put them in his locker.

When Will gets his first job, everyone visits him at least once a day to keep him company and see how he’s doing. They don’t care to visit each other though. Just Will.

Second to El, Max teaches Will how to skate when he asks about it. She refuses to teach anyone else in The Party (much to Lucas’ dismay lmao).

Max also shows Will how she gets high scores on Dig Dug. Everyone else can suffer.

Every secret Santa, Will’s gift is always the most expensive. Without fail. (For example, Max gave him brand new Vans with cool designs. Dustin gave him a fancy radio. Lucas gave Will a bunch of really nice art supplies. And bonus because of my Byler heart - Mike gave him a nice leather jacket just so he could see Will wearing one).

Erica is usually a pretty aggressive player in D&D and she will sacrifice her party members on some occasions, but she never lets Will die in any campaign. It doesn’t matter that he can be revived. He cannot die on her watch. Ever.

Also!!! Erica buys Will a new D&D set with even more cool features as a thank you for the set that he donated to her 😭💕

Also another bonus - when the kids went to Scoops Ahoy, Steve and Robin made it a point to give Will extra ice cream and toppings.

(I know that El’s also a part of The Party, but that’s just sibling stuff so I’ll make a part two just for them :3)

[jack-the-lamplighter]

I recently discovered an old beetlejuice au of mine and bc i'm kinda bored i'm gonna explain it here :>

(^ my friend made this for me cuz i couldn't draw for shit back then but these are the old design. I dunno if i should change them or keep them this way so y'all can decide)

The au starts with a bored reader that who decides to summon their friend Beetlejuice (Alex) but instead of just him showing up 2 others that look just like him but slightly different appear too. The other two explain that they come from another universe and aren't supposed to be there. Reader helps them find a way back to their old universe. Because it's so confusing for all of you that they're all called beetlejuice you give them the names Justin, Will and Alex. As the story progresses reader develops a crush on all of them but doesn't tell them untill Will and Justin find a way back. When reader told them they confessed that they all felt the same way. Both of them decide to stay for a little longer before finally returning to their own universes. They do visit you and Alex often tho

Characters:

Will

He might be tired 24/7 but that doesn't mean he can't cause trouble. He is the tamest one of the three tho. Switch but bottom most of the time. The second tallest off all of you, he's about 6ft :3 Often picks either you or Alex up to cuddle with. He doesn't do it with Justin cuz when he tried Justin freaked out and bitch slapped him across the face.

Alex

This motherfucker never sleeps. The chaotic gremlin of the bunch. Justin constantly teases him because he's so short (5ft 7 inches) will absolutely adores the fact that he's so small tho. Defenetly a top but wouldn't mind being bottom. He's clingy as fuck and loves it when Will picks him up. He either hangs on the side of the bed or lays on top of one of you if he does sleep (so not often)

Justin

The only one Reader trusts to use a stove. This guy is tall as hell about 6'4. Switch but tops alot. Always reminds everyone of the stuff they need to do. Him and Alex always prank everyone that steps foot in the house. Wine aunt vibes at first but turns out to be more of a cool older cousin. Know all the drama around everyone. I mean this guy lives for drama me too dude

Reader

Is like a babysitter to them. They love them but for the love of god give this dude a break. Second shortest coming in at about 5'10. Preffers being a bottom but love seeing Alex and Will melt under them. Talks about how much they love Alex, Will and Justin but that they're so exausting sometimes to Lydia and the Maitlands. Touch starved me too

That's all for now ^w^ i think i might write a short fic on this au

[unreliablesnake]

Escort (Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader)

Summary: When Simon sees a picture of you with another man, his thoughts go wild. But he wasn't prepared to find out his girlfriend is a high-class escort. Can your relationship survive this?

Warning: No warning applies.

Simon never asked how you could afford your loft in London, how you could travel around the world, how you had money to buy designer clothes, the newest phones, and other luxury items. He always assumed you came from a wealthy family so he never wanted to ask questions you might find uncomfortable.

"Hey, Ghost, isn't this the girl from your lock screen photo?" Johnny asked one day, showing the lieutenant an article on his phone.

It was about some charity gala in New York with a bunch of famous and disgustingly wealthy people. Johnny was looking at the gallery when he bumped into the photo, and this discovery sent Simon into a spiral. There you were in a breathtaking royal blue dress, standing next to some guy who was at least twenty years older than you.

Maybe he was your father. Or an uncle. Or a stranger the photographer asked you to pose with. There was a chance you had a perfectly good explanation for the photo, all he had to do was ask who it was. He took a quick look at the name of the event then stormed out of the living room of the safehouse to send you a message.

Simon: I saw you were at a fancy party in New York last night.

You didn't read the message right away which was odd because you always had the damn phone in your hand. But as soon as he thought about the time zones, he remembered that if you really were in New York, you were probably sleeping. Damn it, he would have to wait more for your answer. He would go crazy until then.

But then his phone suddenly pinged.

You: How do you know?

Seriously? Simon quickly searched for the article Johnny found, saved the photo, then sent it to you.

Simon: I found this.

You: Didn't know you were reading such articles.

Simon: Who's the guy?

You: A friend.

Simon: Family friend?

You: No.

Simon: He's older than your usual friends.

You read the message but went silent. He waited for a while, hoping you had a reason for your absence, like being away from your phone for a couple of minutes, but you never replied.

Simon: Radio silence? Really? I'm gonna ask again. Who's the guy?

You: We'll talk about it when you're around.

Simon: Are you about to break up with me? Because if so, we can skip the meeting.

You: I don't want to break up, but it's complicated.

Simon: I'll be there on Friday. How about meeting at your place around seven?

You: Sounds good. I'll go back to sleep now.

He used a breathing exercise to calm down after this conversation, but it didn't work. His mind kept returning to the photo, all the little details like the guy having an arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. It was too intimate to be a relative's touch, and you surely wouldn't let a stranger touch you like this.

The following days passed painfully slowly, with Johnny once bringing up the photo again to ask if he knew who the man was. When they returned to England, Simon quickly left the group and headed to London to see you. His mind was in overdrive, the only thing he could think about was the possibility of you cheating on him.

He rang the doorbell and you opened within half a minute. You were obviously waiting for him, seemingly nervous as you let him inside. Whatever it was that you wanted to tell him, it clearly affected your mental state as well. Hopefully this would result in you being perfectly honest with him.

"Can I get you anything?" you asked with your hands behind your back as he sat down on the couch. Simon shook his head and motioned you to sit down as well. "All right, I guess you want to skip the small talk. You know, while I was in college, I soon realized that I needed a good job, something that pays well. A friend of mine… So…"

You stopped talking and let out a sigh. Whatever you wanted to say, it made you look away from him.

"She worked as a high-class escort. She told me a lot about it, introduced me to some people, and… Well, I ended up doing the same thing," you admitted, finally looking back at him out of the corner of your eye.

Fucking hell. The idea of you doing something like that crossed his mind but he never assumed you were stupid enough to actually do it. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he stood up and began pacing in front of you. What was he supposed to say? None of the words he could think of seemed right.

You stood up as well and reached out to take his hand that he immediately pulled away. "Simon, please, say something," you begged him.

"Did you ever love me?" he asked, finally looking you in the eye.

"I still love you. Listen, you're the most important person in my life, the only normal thing I have is this relationship. Don't take it away from me, please."

"You're sleeping with other men for money! What the fuck am I supposed to do? Stick around and cheer you on?" he asked with a desperate laugh. "I'm not staying for that. It's over, Y/N."

With that he began to walk towards the door to leave, but you quickly ran after him and stood in his way. "Simon, please. What do you want me to do?"

"Would you quit?" After some consideration, you bit on your lower lip and shook your head. "Thought so," he said with a sigh. "Money is more important, right?"

You opened your mouth to say something in your defense, but no sound left your throat. Simon shook his head and sidestepped you to leave the apartment. He hated you at that moment, feeling disgusted at the thought of having been sharing you with other men when he thought he was the only one.

This breakup took its toll on him, causing several sleepless nights while he was at home between missions. He often found himself looking at the photos of the two of you together, wondering if he should delete them all to get rid of you forever. In the end he copied them to a thumb drive which he hid in the back of a drawer.

Six months. That's how long you had been together. Six months that somehow felt like a year or two. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get you out of his mind. His thoughts kept returning to you, wondering what you were doing, whether or not you were also thinking about him.

After the breakup he had blocked you in the app that you used for communication, but one night, when he was somewhere far from home on a mission, he unblocked you and opened the chat. For a while he just stared at the screen, trying to decide if he should write to you or not.

Johnny had been right, he was grumpier than usual in the past month or so. All because of you. Why would he act like that, why would he still be angry if he didn't have any feelings for you anymore? Maybe he should just swallow his pride and see if it could work out, if he could ignore the fact you were doing what you were doing.

Simon: What's up?

He didn't expect you to reply. It was a desperate shot in the dark, so he turned off the screen and put the phone beside his pillow before lying down and looking at the ceiling. Simon let out a sigh and closed his eyes, wishing not to see your face in his dreams.

"Hey, Ghost, are you awake?"

Opening one eye to glance at the door, Simon saw Gaz standing there. "I am," he replied.

The sergeant flashed a wide smile at him. "Soap got us booze, why don't you join us? A little team building."

"I'm not in the mood. And is it a good idea to drink during the mission?"

"The Captain even joined us since the mission is technically almost over. Come on, don't waste your time here," Gaz tried.

But Simon didn't really hear the last sentence because the phone next to his head beeped, and when he glanced at the screen, he saw it was a message from you. Damn, he didn't expect anything. Clearing his throat, he picked up the device and sat up. "I'll be out soon," he lied to Gaz, hoping this would make him leave.

You: What's up? Really? You unblock me after almost two months and that's what you can come up with?

So you were mad at him. A part of him understood, while another believed it was him who had the right to be angry. With a deep growl he stood up to walk around the room, keeping an eye on the phone the whole time. What should he do? Sure, he was mad too, but he also missed you like crazy.

Oh, fuck it.

Simon: I didn't know what to say. Are you okay?

You: What do you think?

Simon: Can we talk?

You: Not now.

Simon: You're not alone?

You: I'm not.

Simon: Working?

You: No.

The next message was a photo of you and a few of your friends in a bar. Simon smiled when he saw you because he hadn't seen your face in weeks. When you were together, he never followed you on social media, but since the breakup he deliberately avoided your profiles so he knew nothing about what was going on in your life. This was his way of building a healthy distance.

Simon: We just finished a mission so I'll be home soon. Why don't we go out for dinner?

You: You sure it's a good idea?

Simon: I miss you.

Taking a deep breath, he wondered if he should tell you that he wanted a fresh start. Or maybe it was too soon. No, you should know the truth in advance because he didn't want to waste his time if you would say no anyway.

Simon: I want to find out if I could handle your job. Would you be willing to give our relationship another shot?

You: Are you sure about this?

Simon: I am.

You: Well, I'm not. You were right, sleeping with other men while we're together? It's crazy, I shouldn't have put you through this.

Simon: Don't say this, not when I'm finally about to accept it.

You: Bye, Simon.

You blocked him. Simon thought he was imagining it, but you really did block him. He raised his hand with the phone and was ready to throw it against the wall when he realized he shouldn't lose his temper. It wasn't the end, he knew where you lived. All he had to do was visit you when he got back.

And that's what he did. He sneaked into the building and, since you seemingly weren't there, waited for you in the hallway. After a while he lost track of time, and when he finally looked at his watch and realized he'd been waiting for five hours now, he pulled out his phone and decided to call you.

First try. You declined the call.

Second try. You declined the call.

Third try. You declined the call.

But just when he was about to give up, you finally answered. "I'm gonna block your bloody number if you don't stop," you snapped at him.

"Where are you?" asked Simon quickly.

"I know you're waiting for me so I'm not going home."

With a frown he looked over at the door, and there it was, a video doorbell camera. He should have noticed right away. "Look, I just want to talk."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Y/N, please, come here," he tried, his voice suddenly dropping into a tired whisper.

Simon could hear you let out a sigh on the other end of the line. "Fine. I'll be there in twenty," you said before ending the call.

As you promised, you got home soon, and Simon stood there in the hallway with his hands behind his back as he watched you carefully. He was good at interrogation, he knew perfectly well how to read people. But you were an enigma. For some reason he couldn't see through your anger.

Once inside the loft, you stopped in the door while he walked into the living room. Simon looked at you with raised eyebrows, trying to figure out why you weren't coming closer. As he waited, his eyes found a framed photo of the two of you on a shelf near the window. Could it be that despite your anger you still loved him?

"Y/N," he began quietly as he took a few steps towards you. "I might have overreacted when you told me the truth. Look, it took me by surprise, I wasn't prepared to hear you say that. But--"

"It's okay, I get it," you interrupted him after walking a little closer to where he was.

Shaking his head, Simon closed the gap between you and stood in front of you toe to toe. "No, you don't," he said quietly, putting a hand on your cheek. "I had time to think and as long as you come home to me, as long as you introduce me as your boyfriend, I'm okay with it. I think. I don't know for sure, but we should give it a shot."

You gulped loudly as you thought about his words. He was terrified to hear your reaction because something told him you were hell-bent on staying away from him. It wouldn't matter what he said, you were too stubborn to change your mind.

"Why?" you suddenly asked.

"Because I love you. Because I wasn't myself after we broke up which tells me you're the only person who can keep me sane. I'm selfish and I need you," explained Simon as he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours. "Please."

Closing your eyes, you put your hands on his chest and let out a quiet chuckle.

"What is it?"

"My friends said I wasn't myself after you left me," you said, although something told Simon that it wasn't just your friends who said that. No, he couldn't think about that. "I wish I could say we should try again, but I don't think you could handle the thought of me being with others. I can't make you go through that pain."

Simon kissed you, hoping this could convince you that he was serious. Your hands moved from his chest to his neck as you returned the kiss, slowly getting lost in the sensation which gave him hope. And courage. After months he could finally touch you again, so he made you walk backwards until your back hit the wall then grabbed your ass and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around him.

Despite doing exactly what he wanted you to do, you still pulled your lips away. "Stop this," you whispered with a sad look in your eyes.

"Why?" Simon began to place kisses all over your face, his heart beating fast from the mixture of anxiety and arousal. "Don't do this to us, don't ruin this. Do you love me?" You thought for a moment, but then you nodded. "Then stop overthinking."

It worked because you kissed him again, this time being hungry and passionate, immediately waking old memories in Simon's mind. He began to walk to the bedroom with you, but before you could get there, you pulled away and jumped off of him.

"Shit, it's already this late?" you asked as you looked at your watch again. "I'm so sorry, Simon, I don't have time for that now."

"Meeting a client?" asked Simon sourly.

You shook your head at this. "No, that's tomorrow. Today I'm gonna meet my parents for dinner. They don't come to London often so I wanna take them somewhere nice," you explained with a sweet smile.

With a relieved laugh, Simon kissed you again. "Okay, get ready then. I don't want to keep you up."

Although you began to walk into your bedroom, you suddenly came to an abrupt halt and turned back to him. "Why don't you stay here?"

"You mean…?"

"I'll give you spare keys so you can move around, but at least you would have a place to stay in London. Also it wouldn't be bad if you were here when I get back from the restaurant. We could pick up where we just left off."

As you talked, you slowly began to strip for him, flashing a wicked little smile at Simon when you heard him gulp then clear his throat. You knew perfectly well what you were doing to him, so he walked up to you and ran his hands down your bare sides.

"If you keep doing that, you're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart," he told you as he pulled you closer.

"I'll die first anyway," you noted with a laugh.

"I'm the soldier and you're the one saying that?" he asked with a frown. "Why?"

With a seductive smile on your lips, you put your hands on his shoulders then began to move them down his arms. "Have you ever looked into the mirror? Your broad shoulders alone will kill me one day," you said, completely mesmerized by the sight.

Simon let out a laugh and kissed the top of your head. "Weren't you late a minute ago?" You looked up at him and nodded. "Then go. I'll wait here."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

[batmanfruitloops]

You can't imagine how excited I was when I found out about Scarebeast. My favorite character becomes a big creechur? Wonderful! Amazing! It makes my autistic little brain so happy! Two of my special interest meshing together! Batman and monsters. I'm also bringing another one of my special interests into the mix with my own design, speculative biology. Making him more cryptid and werewolf-like than the tree-like design from As The Crow Flies.

There's definitely more to work on but these are the ideas and concepts I have so far. The bottom drawing is older and not up to date, but it gives a better view of what he looks like with his clothes on. He also doesn't talk anymore. He would not be able to with those teeth and a more animalistic body.

I've mixed a bunch of different traits that animals use to either scare or sneak. His body is that of a lion, for the cat-like reflexes, strength, stealth, and especially the hair to make him look bigger than he actually is. Along with porcupine spikes on his shoulders and back, but not very many, since porcupines also use their hair to seem scarier than they are. He has the head of a barn owl, to amplify the cryptid look and give him incredible eyesight, especially in the dark. His neck is longer like an owl as well, so he can turn his head upside down and 180 degrees. He has a mix of crow and cat feet, crow for climbing and grip, and cat for paw pads that help him stay quiet. His hands are the same but with a bit of aye-aye for the long creepy middle finger. Bat-like ears for better hearing. His mouth is kind of snake-like, mostly inspired by a cotton mouth. Cottonmouths flash their brightly colored mouths at any threat to show they are venomous. Since Scarebeast can breathe fear toxin, and most animals have bright colors to show they are toxic I thought this was fitting. Of course a forked tongue for "smell." The hair on his arms is similar to a yeti crab, so it's not as soft compared to the rest of the fur and is actually bristly but not painful to touch. This was for the sake of the silhouette and because some people find yeti crabs creepy.

Lore wise, this doesn't happen in the au but instead in a separate timeline. Jonathan as Scarebeast suddenly has to consume fear toxin to sustain himself, because of the serum used to transform in the first place. He won't die if doesn't consume it but it will make him sick to not have it for long periods of time. This is also how he breathes it. It's processed in the body and recycled to new glands in his neck to be used as a defense mechanism. Similar to how poisonous animals will eat toxic things to make themselves poisonous. In this form he is very quickly dying. He is the only one who knows how to make fear toxin so he’d run out eventually, and a stature so big requires so much food and water to sustain he wouldn’t realistically be able to find so much so often. He was already very malnourished in the first place so that’s wouldn’t help.

This version is acts a lot more like an animal instead of just having a beastly body. Reacting more on instinct than conscious decisions. In this case he was turned into Scarebeast against his will (keep in mind I haven’t read the comic Scarebeast comes from, I’ve tried to research what I can but I couldn’t find much). So he his not very happy after his transformation. Reacting in pain and anger. Though still having some understanding of what’s going on. If you talked to him he could understand what you were saying but couldn’t respond very well or get distracted. So he can recognize Ed at least. Because Jonathan is so uncomfortable he only allows Ed to be near him.

I hope you enjoyed this infodump. I have a much better time expanding through visuals than text. So hopefully this made sense. Since this is non cannon I can share more, so I can make some things more clear through other doodles and what not.

-Fluffy