#maybe i'm silly but even now i think there's something magical to a Toy That Talks !!

[anonymouspuzzler]

do you remember your favorite childhood toy? 🪀

oo!! this is a good question, I had to think really hard about this one... probably my much-loved beanie baby lion. her mane's become completely matted down and she's thinned out from her stuffing getting hugged and held so much but she still sits by my bed and cuddles me to sleep every night. i love her so...!!

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Mousey, I'm sure you've done the reaction of the vanilla and expanded spouses to the farmer's curse from Mr. Qi, but how about the rsv spouses? I'd be curious to see what they'd do about it ~~especially you know who *wink wink nudge nudge*~~ Also ngl I've been trying to come up with more silly ships with the vanilla and mod characters and having a blast in my mind. I've been throwing in Isaac, Jadu, Camilla, and Alesia there too for good measure because I think Isaac especially would suffer with certain characters 😂 istg it's like I'm a dog and he's my chewing toy

Hehee, I wouldn't mind hearing what other funny ships you have in mind 👀👀👀

Sorry for a long reply, it turned out WAY more than I had planned. Anyway, enjoy some headcanon, Lotus! And have a great day! 💕

RSV spouses react to the Qi fruit:

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Ian had been standing still for about two minutes now, keeping his eyes on the strange blue fruit that was ripening in the Farmer's seedbed. Because he could have sworn that the fruit winked at him.... with 'glasses'! And the handyman thought he'd seen it again. But at the third minute, Ian gave up and reckoned he was just wasting time. "I really don't understand anything about farming," Ian told Farmer, kissed them, and went to work.

Daia isn't the type to be surprised by strange magical fruits, flowers and berries. The Ridge Forest alone is filled with interesting plants with unusual properties. But this 'Qi' fruit... Hmph, even she hadn't seen anything like it. Being around this smirking blue fruit makes the ninja feel a tingling sensation on her skin - a sure sign that magic is involved. Oh, she can't wait to ask her dear Farmer to give her the fruit to examine, because she's so curious about it! She wondered if it would interest her Lady too...

"Wow... I knew you are a true professional at farming, hon, but to do something like this..." Honestly, Jeric was delighted at what his partner had grown and horrified at what his partner had grown. Because on the one hand - fruit with a face and sunglasses, that's awesome! And on the other hand.... why? He certainly wouldn't have imagined something like this on his own little farm in Ridgeside Village. And it's unlikely he had the knowledge to grow something like this. "....So, what does it taste like?"

Bryle was ashamed to admit it, but the first thing he did when he stepped onto the farmhouse porch was reflexively draw his service weapon and prepare to defend himself. Because the Governor's slightly sleepy bodyguard mistook the blue-faced crops in sunglasses for invaders or even dark spirits. Having already recovered from his shock and seeing the calm Farmer watering this very crop, Bryle felt that by asking what it was, he would get more questions than answers. So he was like: "Nope, not today" and went back to the farmhouse.

When some time ago Irene had only seen the sprouts with the not yet formed blue fruit, she was even intrigued to see what kind of 'unusual fruit' Farmer had planted and what the crop would taste like. Sweet, or maybe with sour notes? Only when she got the ripe fruit on the kitchen table, the Amethyne's personal chef was no longer so enthusiastic. This... fruits looks like a head and was looking at her. Irene's afraid to even touch the 'Qi' fruit, much less taste it. Her Madame would definitely not want such an.... exotic crop for dinner.

Sean decided it would be a hilarious to wreak havoc in the local social media groups with this fruit. So, with Farmer's permission, he took a picture of the ripened 'Qi fruit', posted the picture to social media without any description, and waited. An hour and a half in and Sean and Farmer were dying of laughter reading people's reactions, all sorts of conspiracy about the harvest and even memes (lol). He was also hoping someone would leave a comment about what the fruit was, because Farmer's explanation of "blue fruit from blue seeds from a blue man" wasn't a very clear answer.

"Alissa, my dear. What is this?" Alissa can't give a clear answer to her mother when she shows her the unusual fruit. It seems to Alissa that her dear spouse Farmer themself does not know the answer to this question. The girl was utterly perplexed, and neither her own knowledge of farming, nor a single book from the library about crops, helped her to find the answer. She hoped that Farmer had not used something harmful to grow this fruit...

"What's this abomination growing in your garden? Why is there foreign magic coming from that thing?" Jio is in full earnest preparing for a defensive pose with his katana, because that 'Qi' fruit looks like it's about to pounce on him and Farmer. Elf doesn't trust this crop, whatever it is in the first place. And when asked how Farmer grew this stuff in the first place, the answer struck Jio like lightning. "You... took strange seeds from a suspicious man and thought it would be a great idea to plant them?" Yeah, It's going to be a long conversation...

Not even strength and persuasion from Farmer will be enough to keep their spouse Maddie from her determination to get into the Water Research Facility & Laboratory with this strange fruit. Because the ginger girl has to find out what it is in the first place! After all, the lab assistant was also watching the process of the Qi fruit's growth, for she was curious about what Farmer was growing. And when the already ripe fruit showed its face with sunglasses, Maddie wants to show it to Aguar to see how to even classify it. Sigh, not Aguar, if he found out there was magic involved...

"Whoa... So creepy... It's like some kind of comic book villain." Phillip kept twisting and twisting the "Qi" fruit in his hands, looking at the "face" of the crop, and even tried to take off the "glasses". It didn't work, however, because it was like they were super glued on. Oh, well. And although the physical therapist is eager to find out what this miracle fruit tastes like, he still wants to take precautions and find some information about the Qi fruit, because maybe it's poisonous???

Blair nearly died laughing when she saw the face of the ripe blue fruit. "Yoba, what a bogeyman!" And how on earth did her partner Farmer manage to grow a fruit with a face like that? Oh, she wants to take a few if Farmer agrees. To taste it? No, the young fisherwoman had thought of a more fun use for this crop.... Such an ugly fruit would definitely be a good way to prank Keahi for the last prank, hee hee hee... Just a harmless joke, Blair promises!

...Anton thought at first that he hadn't fully woken up in the morning, and that he had just imagined a blue face on the kitchen table. Except that when the architect came back from the bathroom already fresh and invigorated from a cold shower, the face had not disappeared from the kitchen table. ...Ok, and then what? How should he even react? And should he even be reacting to this? Because Farmer is not perplexed by the strange fruit in any way, they treat it like a normal apple or banana. ...Alright, then. Anton silently hopes he doesn't get "sunglasses" from this fruit in his portion of salad.

Well done, Farmer, just great! Making Flor nearly faint because they decided to put some ripe Qi fruit on the dinner table before going to bed, without warning the red-haired spouse for doing so. The poor, sleepy girl wanted to drink a glass of water at midnight, but she ended up throwing it all on the floor and screaming, mistaking the fruit for human heads. Now Farmer is ashamed now... And rightly so - they shouldn't scare Flor like that!

Kiarra's face twisted at what she saw. "Honey, you didn't use any fertiliser or seeds from Joja, right? You didn't take anything from them?" Her first guess as to the origin of this strange fruit was immediately the much disliked greedy company with the blue logo. Joja always like to spoil pump vegetables and fruits with all sorts of harmful substances of unknown origin to make them bigger, and as a consequence - to sell them for more money. Even when Farmer explained to her that it wasn't Joja, the girl still remained sceptical. Because it's... not natural. Something is wrong.

Zayne thought that it would be at least tactless and rude of him to voice his first thought out loud when Farmer presented them with the 'fruit of their labours'. Especially since he loved his spouse and knew what a wonderful farmer they are, unrivalled in the entire Republic. But... What is it? The Amethyne family heir has seen some rather unusual and sometimes even strange delicacies on his own dinner table and on the tables of other noble families. But a fruit with a face... Someone, who apparently ordered Farmer to grow the fruit just so, has... a very specific flavour.

"Ew," was Ysabelle's only reaction, and to be honest - many would have agreed with her conclusion about the blue fruit with the snickering face and sunglasses. Even Farmer didn't argue with their partner's opinion about it. Really, ew (no offence, Mr. Qi). The girl simultaneously wants to ask what this fruit is and doesn't want to know anything about it, figuring it will be further questions than answers. People in the hotel have demanded stranger foods and delicacies, so the blue face fruit isn't too much of a shock to her. But still - ew.

"Hmm, why the face?" How does Farmer know, Paula? When they took the assignment from a, ahem, familiar person, they had no idea that the 'Qi fruit' would turn out to be exactly like this - a bit creepy, with a human face (but cool glasses!). The military medic wasn't too surprised by this weird crop (she'd seen much stranger food), and if the fruit wasn't poisonous and wasn't an allergy sufferer's worst nightmare, why not give it a try. "Heh, I wonder if anyone would dare to try this food on a dare"

"No, thank you, my soul. I'm good with an apple," June politely declined as Farmer, having harvested a ripe crop from the greenhouse, brought June a whole basket of different fruits and berries from all seasons to the farmhouse. His favourite apples, strawberries, oranges, pomegranate, a blue fruit with a face- Wait, what? Did he see that right? Yeah, the pianist's eyesight was not deceiving him. Later, he'll be asking Farmer questions about the blue weird fruit. In the meantime, he just wants to enjoy the apple.

When Faye thought of fresh fruit salad, she imagined cutting up a juicy and sweet mango, a ripe, with the sour notes pineapple, a delicious banana, and fill it up it with fresh orange juice. And at the sight of the Qi fruit, the waitress honestly lost her appetite. Is it... really a fruit? Why does it look so scary? It's also smiling... Oh, yuck! Farmer, that fruit winked at her! Brrr! No weird blue fruits on the dinning table, they're scary!

Shiro jumped up sharply, almost scalding hot, when he saw a field of a hundred blue smiling heads from the porch. Everywhere he turned his head, there they were: smiling, the light bouncing off their... Glasses? What the hell is that, anyway? "People want to buy fruit like that? With a scary face?" No, he's not going to try it, and the Farmer isn't advised to either. It doesn't look good, and it probably doesn't taste good anyway- No, Farmer, making this 'Qi' fruit into a smoothie isn't a good idea either... Just don't, please.

Corine never thought people could come up with something like this with crop. Well, she'd seen square watermelons, heart-shaped pears, and even star-shaped peaches on TV. But a melon-sized blue fruit that also had a human face..... Even she didn't expect that. Really, she doesn't understand why the Farmer glued it on. "Oh, I didn't glue the glasses on, dear, they grew with the fruit!" Sorry, the glasses did what?

"No offence, dear, but I'll probably pass." Oh, Farmer didn't grow this fruit for food, but for someone personally? Whew, what a relief... Um, Kenneth didn't mean to be rude or offend Farmer in any way, but the mere thought of that Qi fruit that very much resembled a head being cut with a knife made him cringe and disgusted. The inventor doesn't understand who needs fruit grown in this way, but he's not good at farming, so Kenneth will leave the matter to his spouse.

[v3nusxsky]

Hi! Could you do a CG Natasha/Little!reader? Where the reader has abandonment issues, and severe separation anxiety ( due to basically being passed around the foster care system) and she breakes a cup on accident ( or breakes something) and panics because she thinks her momma will be mad and leave her and fluff/comfort happens?

Love bug

*Authors note~ Mars failing her driving exam with silly mistakes equals an Agere fic so I hope you all enjoy*

Trigger Warnings~ little r cg momma nat mentions of Wanda (aunt) hinted at foster care rough childhood and abuse

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

You were okay before she left, you managed to kiss her goodbye and totally didn't cry. Well you did but after she left. It was silly really, she'd be gone twelve hours maximum, the mission so low risk she'd be doing a duo rather than a whole team. Without you. Of course you worry for her, as she does for you, but for some reason this mission was hitting you hard. Perhaps it was the fact it was last minute or maybe you'd just been pretty sensitive today. But either way Natasha had asked Wanda if she'd keep an eye on you today. It made things easier for you to have someone around when Nat couldn't be there.

Natasha left about ten in the morning and you weren't expecting her to be there till ten at night, so of course you cried yourself to sleep for a nap. Your hope was that it would take up most the time but in fact you only managed to sleep for an hour and a half. You'd woken up feeling rather small, not really understanding you'd regressed or why you'd done so. But the list that you'd made yourself to keep yourself busy and fully distracted from your lover's absence was forgotten.

Without the mental capacity to even consider doing all your adult you tasks you just rolled over and snuggled into your Mama's pillow, nuzzling into her scent hoping to convince yourself she was truly right her. It did nothing but make you miss her more now. Crying was your only reaction to this and that's how Wanda found you when an hour later. Eyes now puffy and red as you sobbed for your Mama. "Oh darling, are we a little one?" Wanda murmured gaining your attention and receiving a small nod and whimper of "Auntie Wan" accompanied but sniffed and whimpers."I'm here lovely, what can Auntie Wanda do for you?"

"Wan Mama" you whimpered, pouting at the mind reading witch. "Oh I know my darling girl, remember Auntie Wands can read your mind?" Her attempt to get you off of seeking out Natasha seemed to work for now, you gasped as if you didn't already know this information. That was how Wanda was stopped showing you call little tricks with her magic that had you amazed and mesmerised on her rather than who wasn't here. With the promise of more tricks with her magic she managed to convince you to come and settle down with the team. They loved when you regressed and your little state loved them just as much.

You spent hours with the team, even eating a little as auntie Wanda made sure Bucky and Thor were unsuccessful in their attempts to try and "steal" your food of your plate. You giggled every time the tried and wands would remove their hands with magic. Tony filled your mind of all these cool toys he could design for you and all the gadgets he could make for his favourite little Avenger. You didn't know you were the only little Avenger and you most certainly didn't know that your Mama and Auntie Wanda would string Tony up the second they thought you'd be in any danger.

Natasha was due back in an hour and a half now. The team watching all the movies your little headspace loves to watch, in fact you'd began with 101 Dalmatian's so it only made sense you'd watch 102 and 103 Dalmatian's. In fact on the third film Wanda decided everyone should have a warm drink to settle themselves for bed. Really it was so you didn't feel alone when she asked you to have your night time drink. Your headspace meant you were willing to drink from a cup with some support so Wanda happily helped you drink. But one time you got brave, curiosity running through your mind as you attempted to be a big girl and make your Mama proud. But the crash of the mug smashing on the ground startled everyone, your warm drink spilling everywhere amongst the shattered mug. Immediately, you began to attempt to clean the mug, not realising in your little state you could hurt yourself, and mumbled "Im sorry! I'm so sorry! Mama gone be mad me I sworry wan no tells Mama on mes? I fix I fix it please no want mana leave."

Bucky attempted to come near you only causing you to shrink further into the mess and cry a plea of forgiveness and that you'd fix it. You didn't want to hurt again. You wanted to make sure your Mama didn't hate you, that she would stay with you and that she still loved you. All these people were wrong, and that made you mad. You wanted your Mama and the fact they wouldn't get her caused a meltdown.

Wanda quickly became the gravity for you, ushering the men away from the room and immediately scooping your crying form off the floor and using her magic to clean the mess. "Hushhhh little one, it's okay it's all clean. All gone. No one is mad. Your Natty is still gonna love her precious girl I promise" Wanda soothed as you sobbed into her shoulder hiccuping through them. "Shh little one. I'm here aren't I? Did I go?" Causing you to shake your head, "want Mama."

"Did I hear my Lovebug wants her Mama?" Natasha's voice rang through the compound causing you to stifle a sob and gasp clinging to Wanda. Although you wanted Nat more than life itself but the fear of her getting mad at you for the mug and leaving you alone. "I'm sorry no let hurt me. I'm sorry mama I no mean do it I try fix" you whimpered showing your hands that Wanda had magic bandaids on for you. "Oh my little Lovebug, Mama isn't mad I promise. I'm here baby I promise and so is Wands here. She took care of you for me huh?" You nodded and pointed to the television where the white spotted dogs were. "Ah I see you had doggies on huh? You must be super tired love bug. I think it's time my lovely girl gets some rest with me. Wanna cuddle my baby while we sleep" she whispered kissing your head as Wanda helped guide you into Natasha's arms. From there you'd have a few more meltdowns before drifting off to sleep with your head buried into her neck.

Word count~ 1178

[twin-chains]

Thoughts on the Zelda news

HOLY SHIT

I'm surprised we're getting a new mainline game so soon. I genuinely expected a port of older existing games at best if anything. (We did get Four Swords which I'm really happy about). I was worried TOTK would ruin future Zelda games for me but the prospect of playable zelda saved it (which almost feels purposeful so good on you Nintendo)

Speaking of TOTK, thank the stars they're not trying to squeeze a third game out of the BOTW map. TOTK is amazing and a third one would just be tired out

I like that it's in the Link's Awakening remake toy style. It'd feel wrong for Nintendo to make a new realistic 3D open world type game that we have to wait 6 years for like TOTK (still waiting on the TP port tho!). However, a shift to a more cute cartoony look makes more sense without regurgitating the same toon Link designs from the Wind Waker and Four Swords trilogies. Plus LA is so charming!

I'm hyped for playable Zelda! I know there's been Wand of Gamelon (and Spirit Tracks as a command-able companion) but this is so exciting since it's a more new mainline release. This truly is Zelda's Awakening (for taking a more active protagonist role in her own franchise). And hopefully this'll open the door for more playable Zelda? (but I'm getting ahead of myself). It truly is the legend of Zelda!

This might be controversial but I think it's a good decision for Zelda to not wield a sword and shield. Cause that would defeat the purpose of having a new protagonist in my mind; if you just swap Link for Zelda but don't change anything else than what's the point? What distinguishes the hero's Courage from Wisdom? She can fight but has the wisdom to take a more magic-based combat approach with the tri-rod or wand (of Gamelon haha). Though it'd still be pretty sweet if EOW Zelda pulled out some Sheik moves or a cool shot with a bow to be honest.

I really appreciate the union between the older top-down style (hopefully more linear!) and the newer mechanics that allows for multiple creative solutions for the same puzzles. Of course, Nintendo's trying to lean towards the openness and creativity of individualizing one's gameplay experience from TOTK by incorporating the echo mechanic but it really works to give it to Zelda! I will find a way to complete the game solely with the potted plant echo or something stupid.

The triforce is back, baby! The little fairy Tri reminds me of Rosalina's star pet thing from Mario Galaxy. I can't believe the essence of the triforce incarnate is Zelda's cute travelling companion. Does this make her one of the most powerful heroes? (aside from the earliest ones where Link wields the entire triforce). Also it's probably for the sake of the echo mechanic but I'm curious why Tri seems to have 4 little triangles instead of 3? Lore implications?

Speaking of lore implications, WHERE in the timeline will this go??? I've seen a lot of people suspect it's in the downfall timeline, maybe after Link's Awakening or ALTTP because it's the same Hyrule map so I'm willing to agree for now. Even if I'm getting OOT vibes for whatever reason. Though if Ganon isn't creating the purple cracks in space, there has to be a cool new villain for Zelda to face off against that messed with the triforce in some way for Tri to become the way they are. For lack of knowledge, my silly little theory is the multiverse is collapsing and Cia comes back or something idk (I may be biased tho because the cracks are visibly inspiring the rifts in space-time I'm planning for TC).

All in all, I'm so happy!

[baenyth]

Bethany's Bizarre Miraculous Reviews: The New York Special

New York! New York! It's a Fuck of a town! The Bronx is up but the Battery's down! I was spooked by it when I went there in the summer of 2017-ound! New York! New York! It isn't a town!

(It's a city.)

(Also I heard Alya and Nino did a big no-no here so I'll keep my eyes out.)

Oooh! Big new Fancy Opening!

Good introduction, silly stuff with Mr. Pigeon, New suits that I'll talk more about in season 5, etc.

Green typically represents jealousy, Chat. It's good to see you trying to befriend Ladybug instead of flirting with her, though.

Also good ego. It's hard to balance your ego from experience.

And of course Marinette harshly simps for Adrien when it's a detriment to her. Do the salters live in backwards land or something? Chat Noir isn't perfect but he has more respect for Ladybug's boundaries. He doesn't sniff Ladybug's pillow, and I doubt he would even if he knew where she lived.

Sock puppetry lmao

Chloe, shouldn't you be happy about going to New York? You wanted to move there with the Karen that birthed you.

Get disrespected lmao

I love through that sock-filled monologue Marinette implied Lila wasn't their friend. Then again, considering my belief that more of the class is sus of Lila than Marinette,

Yes! Marinette's actually letting go! Or at the very least trying to! Forget what I said earlier. Baby steps, baby steps.

I'm assuming Ladybug's taking the Horse Miraculous with her again like with Startrain. Also the Kitty toy alarm's so cuute!

Dramatic irony lmao "Do you see a supervillain in the house?"

I'm also glad we're getting Luka and Kagami content, even if they aren't going on the trip.

Adrien's dad is coming! And I think he's afraid of flying!

Oh god. This relationship is an agony of cringe. Also quit encouraging it, Alya. Even Rose seems to be for Marinette changing seats and she's an utter romantic.

He is afraid of flying.

Sleep cute. I love it. And the ships too.

Oh no. Alya, Nino, don't do it. Marinette and Adrien are better off as friends. Don't do what I think you're going to do.

He doesn't look that much like a pirate. Aren't supervillains supposed to have more swag than this? Maybe he's just a villain.

Oh yeah. The Miraculous isn't the only magic (in an abstract literary sense) in this verse. There's also superheroes. And all the other Zagtoon shows.

Adrien and Marinette are made for eachother in the same way water and cesium is.

They're really trying to tell me Sabrina is bi and into some guy she just met? I could probably believe the bi part, actually, but only if she uses her love language: acts of service pushed to the extreme.

The mischevious

They're really trying to act as if Sabrina isn't approx. as evil as Chloe and pushing this relationship with what looks like a background character?

Hot Dog superhero whose hot dogs empower others. This is objectively the best superhero I've seen.

Fuck it. I'll take this. There's Julerose in this slow dancing scene. Look on the bright side of life.

Doors! Doors! Doors! Doors!

Oh. So it's the teenaged American heroes suggesting that. Oh. Alya's more innocent than thought. She's still into it, though.

Why is Uncanny Valley's superhero design so white? And just looks like that in general? Sparrow's is cool and practical, though.

There's the piracy! I was looking for that!

Why did Techno Pirate only steal her third eye? She's 100% technology! Oh. He just couldn't.

Ladybug, quit distracting Chat Noir. He fully did not expect this.

Oh. Chat Noir had time, he was just anxious or something. Yeah. I get it now. Ladybug has the right to be pissed.

So it was an accidental killing. And she was only corroded, not dusted.

What is with these assholes? Technolyzer or whatever his name was the one that forced Chat Noir to cataclysm Uncanny Valley, and yet they're blaming Ladybug and Chat Noir?

Reused sewer model

No, Chat, she would've been fine no matter what. The Miraculous Big Bang undoes death. It undoes erasure from existence.

This feels forced. Too forced.

...Is that her civilian model? And at least someone's getting consequences for trying to force Adrienette.

This is a joke. That sopping wet cat breakup is a joke. Marinette's unfaithfulness is a joke. The superheroes under liberation are jokes. Why is Miracalyzer or whatever his name is making someone want to take people's freedoms away? Oh right. We got this much Julerose content in an absolute joke of a special. Cursed irony.

Alright, the orchestral reprise of Chat Noir's transformation was pretty cool, I'll admit. He's back!

Miracolonizer? Is that his name?

So was Adrien's dad just listening to stuff in his room this whole time?

And was this trip that short?

And all the VAs were dehydrated at the time due to production fuckery and a constrained schedule?

So that's what that fic was talking about. It was a Julerose fic as well. Marinette was dating Luka and Adrien was dating Kagami at the time of this special. No mention of polyamory. They were making her cheat. This is Luka disrespect. This is Kagami disrespect. Alya, what the fuck? Also the other plot stuff was just My Hero Academia again, and I hate My Hero Academia.

Edit: So apparently Adrien was told he's going to New York right as he was leaving. So it wasn't his fault.

[lovejosephquinn]

Seeing Joseph Quinn wearing glasses made me think of a typical father, opening Christmas presents in a warm jumper. So maybe Joe is spending Christmas with the reader and their little girl, who has drawn her daddy a picture of their whole family or some other sweet gift? Generally lots of sweets, fluff, cuddling together by the fireplace, watching movies, a blanket and kissing under the mistletoe. I'm already in the mood and I'm sure Joseph would make this Christmas even more wonderful ❤️🥹

Stop this is a total fucking mood and I'm living for it

I went for a Christmas Eve scenario, I hope it's what you wanted 😚 thank you for your request x

🎅🎄 Christmassy Daddy Joey it is

"Daddy, daddy! Look what I got!" Joe moved to watch from across the room, stood in the doorway looking upon his little girl receiving her Christmas Eve box especially sent by Santa Claus himself.

He pretended to look surprised, folding his arms, mouth gaping open. "What's that my darling?"

"Santa sent it for me so I'm all ready for the morning mummy said!"

You sat on the sofa looking back at your husband, totally excited that this is the first of the holiday's you'd spent as a family where your little girl truly understood the magic of Christmas. It made everything so much more special.

"Shall we take a look inside?" you smiled, Joe joining you on the sofa, he snaked his arm around your shoulder and you leaned into him, admiring her open her gift.

Inside were brand new pyjamas, slippers, a certificate which confirmed she had been put on Santa's nice list and a small Candy Cane patterned teddy bear for her to take to bed.

"Oh my goodness!" You both shouted in unison as your daughter's sweet brown eyes sparkled shooting looks at the two of you, just the way Joe's did when he happy. It brought an enamoured ache to your heart, watching your 4 year old practically cheering with pride at her new things.

"Shall we go put them on?" You offered and she quickly ran over, passing the teddy to Joe to hold and grabbed your hand to pull you up out of your seat and into the hallway. "Come on then." you sighed contently.

When you returned, Joe was just putting on her favourite Christmas movie, as promised you would all watch it together before she went to bed. A small bowl of popcorn lay on the coffee table with a a glass of chocolate milk each and a bigger bowl for both of you to share. "Look at my beautiful little angel, all ready for Santa coming."

"Where's Bear Quinn?" she moved along the room, searching for her stuffed toy.

"Bear Quinn?" Joe barked a laugh at her, pointing in the direction of the middle of the sofa, there it was snuggled up under a blanket waiting for her arrival.

"Yes he's part of the family now, so he needs my last name." She showed Joe what only could be described as a teenage death stare, as if he was supposed to know that.

"Of course, silly me." Joe nodded slowly, smirking, his eyes twinkling between you and Y/D/N, their bond was something phenomenal.

Joe sat one side and you sat the other of her, she pushed the blanket over for you all to share and Joe started the movie. The living space had never felt so cosy, the lights were dimmed, the fireplace provided the welcoming heat with your named stockings hung above it, keeping the cold outside where it belonged.

"Daddy, I almost forgot what me and mummy did together for you today, can I show you?" She didn't even wait for his reply instead she escaped from the middle of you, racing to the dining table to collect the piece of paper, a chaotic little busy body, again just like her dad.

She came scooting back in, edging herself between the tight space in-between you. "Close your eyes." she braced herself as she placed a drawing of the 3 of you on his lap. "You can open them now."

Joe looked down, a hitch in his breath as he fell in love with it instantly. "Oh my goodness, look at this! My talented girl" Joe flashed a wink at you and placed a kiss down onto Y/D/N's cheek, she blushed a little looking so proud of herself and fell straight into his side snuggling down into him, her legs laid flatly across your lap, he placed his arm around her and found your hand to intertwine his fingers with. No matter how far apart you were placed, he'd always find a way to caress you one way or the other. Touch was absolutely his love language and it was hers.

You watched half of the movie in complete silence, looking down you noticed she was dropping to sleep, you figured now would be a good time to end the pleasant evening and get her up to bed so you could begin to prepare for tomorrow. You shot a look at Joe and his eyes fell straight down to her. Joe picked her up in his arms, cradling her as if she was still a new born baby and stood up to take her upstairs.

She stirred, waking up slightly when you both got half way up. "Daddy." she let out a huge yawn in-between her words.

"Yes princess?"

"We forgot to do milk and cookies for Santa and a carrot for Rudolph."

"Oh no! Well we must do that before you get your beauty sleep mustn't we." Joe halted onto the stairs, nodding for you to head back down.

He put her down onto her steps that huddled against the countertop so she had enough height to help do her duties. You handed her the carrot and cookies to set out onto a plate and Joe helped her pour a glass of milk into a small cup. She took the plate into the living room and set it beside the tree, Joe placed the milk onto the top of the fireplace which was beginning to burn out.

"There, now he'll have something to keep him going on his long journey." He nodded in acceptance at her and she beamed a sleepy smile so bright. Joe offered his hand back to your daughter as she rubbed her eyes.

"Mummy, will you come up and tuck me in with daddy please?"

"Yes of course I will." you smiled down at her, she reached her other hand to yours so you were both holding one side. A happy family.

You put her to bed, wishing her the sweetest of dreams, stroking her hair and singing her the same lullaby your mum sang to you as a child. Joe watched in complete awe, his heart could burst at any given second with the beautiful view in front of him, you two were his life, his happiness and he felt so lucky, more than ever right in this moment. Both of you kissing her goodnight, you closed the door and headed back downstairs.

"How long shall we give it?" Joe asked, obviously too eager to get the presents downstairs.

"We'll check on her in a little bit Joey. I can't wait to see her face in the morning."

"Me neither. But for now I've got something for us to enjoy."

"What's that?" You scrunched your face up, a little smile rising onto your features.

Joe ran into the kitchen himself just as your daughter had done to bring him her drawing, hiding the object behind his back he mimicked the words your little girl had said to him earlier. "Close your eyes, my love."

You closed them and Joe hung his arm in the air, giving you the all clear to open them once more. You did, taking your gaze from his face up his arm and what was being held above the two of you. Mistletoe.

"Merry Christmas, here's to the best one yet, my perfect wife."

"Merry Christmas, my most amazing husband."

You slowly moved towards one another, closing the gap when your lips magnified together. A slow and impeccably sweet kiss beneath the mistletoe was shared, just like in the movies, this Christmas Eve was joyful and bright and you couldn't wait for the day ahead.

Santa was on his way.

[ninakuli]

Star Projector Night Light

Bo Sinclair x shy!reader

⚠️Include: soft Bo(kind of), childrenhood trauma⚠️

Maybe will have grammar or spell mistakes, and I'm new hand about writing so hope you guys enjoy❤️

You sit in the dining room wait for Bo come home and have dinner together but you already waited him three hours and it's already been a bedtime, so you decide go to your shared bedroom, you not hungry or tired, so you just laying on the bed and watch the night light with star shape on the bedroom ceiling.

You still clearly remember that day.

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Bo have a very good mood and suddenly decided to go to the next town to date with you, you two have a happy and lovely time, then when you two are walking on the street something catches your eyes, you stop in front of the toy store and squat down, it's a star projector night light, you think this so cute so beautiful you like it a lot, you stare at that.

"It's anythin' alright doll?" Bo notice and ask, "Do ya like that thing?"

"Yeah it's so gorgeous I like it!! But if I buy it will seem like I'm too childish?"

"Nah, will just seem cute I thought, cause ya the cutest thing in the world." Bo tease you with a silly grin.

"Ohh Bo stop" you laugh then use your elbow push him playful, the blush climb to your cheeks and ears.

"So ya want that?"

"Yeah but will don't waste money on it it's better I thought" you let out a little sigh then turn your head forward to Bo "It's late let's go home honey!"

When you two got on the truck Bo suddenly say he need to leave for a minute, he ask you to stay at the truck to wait him back.

You watch at the starry night, that night were so beautiful, stars shining like a gem adorn at the black sky.

"I'm back let's go home darlin'." Bo get on the truck but you still stare at the shining sky then Bo start driving home.

"Ya really love star right?"

"Yeah just so amazing and magical thing..." you turn your head to see Bo "like you..." you whisper then smile at yourself and turn your head back to watch the sky and feel your cheeks growing hot.

"Whatd ya say at the last word?"

"Nothing important."

Whole road you two talking about the stars.

Times go fast, Bo parked the truck then open the door let you jump off, when you touch the front door doorknob, you heard Bo call you from your back, then when you turn back to Bo you shock and surprise.

One delicate cute gorgeous box and in the box is a star projector night light that you stared before on his hand.

"This is for me?! OMG Bo thank you! I love you!"you give him a biggest hug and kiss on his cheek.

"Anything for my doll."Bo give back a gentle quick kiss on your lips.

You take the box and stare in, your eyes shining with happy and blessed, Bo pick you up with bridal carry and bring you to your shared bedroom.

"Let's try it now!"you take out the night light and open it, shining beautiful star projection on the bedroom ceiling, you climb back to bed and lay beside Bo head on top his chest, his arms around you, both of you look up at the starry ceiling, sweet silence around for awhile, then you broke the silence.

"Beautiful right?"you look up to him and excited wait his answer.

"Ummm...maybe but ya more beauti."he look down to meet your eyes with a teasing smirk, red blush climb on your cheeks.

You look back to the ceiling then you feel his hands turn your head back and he give you a kiss, you kiss back passionate, you lick his bottom lip then he open his mouth, you sucks on his tongue, you can't help you too wanted and needed him and he already knew it. He wanted you more than he knew too, even if he knew he won't admit it.

You two twine together, like you two are one, like if you let go each other will disappear or something, you kiss until your lips hurt, you pull up, you two forehead to forehead and nose to nose, you gentle touch his cheek up and down, both of you enjoy this moment for awhile.

"So lucky that I have you with me...I love you darling."you whisper then kiss his cheek and lay back to sleep, silence around except Bo's heartbeat and you fall asleep, when you fall asleep Bo just stare at the ceiling with a darkness and sadness eyes, he never be love before, he always think no one will love him need him be happy around him, this what he taught by his parents in he was a child, he don't know how to love people, so he afraid, afraid that one day you will hate him or leave him, afraid one day he will hurt you or fucked up everything.

"Bo..."your sleep talk chase away his mind.

"Bo...listen...you're...the most shining thing...in my mind.I love you..."Bo look back to your sleeping face, then he smile eyes shining with little gentle and surprise, he press a kiss on top your head.

"Me too...so damn luck hav ya, I love ya too."he wisper to you.

You two snuggle with each other and have a nice sleep.

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You wonder why Bo not come home yet, you can't wait any longer, you feel lonely you miss him so badly so wanted and needed him to be your side touch you teasing you like usual, you decide go to check him, when you stand in front of the bedroom door and want to slide open the door, door suddenly open slowly.

"The hell ya doin'? I thought ya already sleep."

"Oh just uh... think about it's too late but you not come back home yet."you say nervously.

"So, ya worry about me?"Bo classic tease smirk show up.

"Y...Yeah and I...I miss you..."you shy and awkward to look away, avoid to meet his eyes, he grabs your cheeks and turn your face to him, force you eyes look his.

"Miss me that bad?"his arms lock you from your hip don't want to let you go.

You want to answer but word choke in your throat, you feel your face so hot.

"Com'on just need to say it admit it."

"I...I...I mis...s you...bad...ly."you try your best to say whole sentence.

"Try again ya can do it."his nose brush yours.

"I miss you so badly I want your touch!"you finish in one breath.

"Good girl."he leaned to kiss you and lead you to bed.

You lay on him, his arms around you, you hear familiar heartbeat and watch the stars from the ceiling, feeling the body temperature from Bo and thinking about him and stars.

"I really think...you just like a star, shining... magical...and I love you my star."you whisper then slowly fall asleep with relieved.

"Ya too, love ya too."he hug you more tightly and fall asleep with you.

[girlthingswirls]

wrote a lil fun thing!! i gotta get more into writing smut-adjacent Stuff just for myself instead of for people that i'll end up not talking to anymore because they're kinda the worst. anyway!

this is a piece about you :) and how much you don't believe in hypnosis :) because you're just too clever of a puppy to be tricked by anything like that :) it's my first time in a long time writing something like this, but now's as good a time as any to live up to my new title as the CEO of pupnosis. so be a good puppy and enjoy.

(also all jokes aside this is a hypnosis piece involving petplay(?), memory-play/fuckery/etc, and identity removal(???). i'm really bad at naming kinks so. sorry. it is wholly geared towards a submissive reader. discretion advised, etc!)

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You don’t believe in hypnosis.

I know you don’t.

You think hypnosis is fake. Theatrics and placebo, absurdist fetish content at best and scam-artistry at the rest. Hypnotists will claim they can make you do anything-- learn a language in your sleep, kick an addiction with no withdrawals, gain all the confidence in the world at once, so on and so forth.

And you know that’s all nonsense, because hypnosis can’t do anything. Miracle magic hypnosis is just another snake-oil.

That’s why you’re here, right?

Reading this.

Hearing my voice in your head. Whatever you think I sound like, whatever you want me to sound like.

Because hypnosis

isn’t

real.

And how could it be?

It’s impossible for hypnosis to do anything to you. Much less hypnosis in the form of a silly little text file. Words on a page, that’s all this is, isn’t it.

Do you remember who sent you this, anyway?

Was it a friend? A partner? A coworker, a classmate, a stranger?

Does it matter?

You just want to prove me wrong. Prove that my silly hypnosis isn’t ever going to work on someone like you.

And that’s okay! I understand that. That’s why you’re okay with letting yourself relax, exhale, let all the stress of the day just wash out of you. You’re not doing that because I’m telling you to, of course not.

That’d just be silly. You’re doing all this because you want to.

You’re taking that deep breath in...

...holding it in your chest...

...and letting it all out, all because you want to.

You do what you want to. I can’t make you do anything.

And you want to feel relaxed, don’t you?

Safe, warm, cozy. Able to just stop worrying about awful things like money, and politics, and everything except proving me wrong.

I want you to feel like that too. I want nothing more than to make you feel as relaxed as I can.

So-- and I’m just suggesting this, I can’t make you do it-- why don’t you get comfy in your chair? Or on your bed, or wherever you are. It doesn’t matter where, but you do whatever you need to to get comfy.

Maybe that means pulling the blankets closer to you, or nuzzling up against a soft thing you keep close-by. Maybe it means putting your shoes up on the bench. Maybe it even means taking off those clothes you’re wearing.

You don’t wanna be wearing those, do you? So hot and stifling. If you really want to keep them on, of course you can. But I don’t think you want to.

I think you want to take off those clothes and get so very comfortable where you’re at.

Good job. That’s a good puppy.

That’s a very good puppy.

You like being called that, don’t you? Good puppy. It makes you feel all warm and tingly inside... maybe on the outside, too.

And that’s because you know it’s true.

You know that, deep down, under all those layers and layers, hidden at the bottom of yourself...

You’re a very good puppy. You want to hear me say that again, and again, and again.

Good puppy. Good puppy. Good puppy.

That makes you happy, doesn’t it? Being loved like that. Being loved like an owner loves her puppy. Being loved enough to have a shiny new bowl and collar. Being loved enough to have all the best toys and treats.

Maybe you’re a little worried. Maybe you feel like this is wrong, like you’re forgetting something you should be remembering. And that’s okay, puppy. That happens sometimes.

But good puppies don’t need to remember very much at all. Names, places, people... those are all just fuzzy little nothings to good puppies. They let their owners do all the thinking.

And you are a good puppy, aren’t you?

Oh, I can see you now...

Wagging that happy little tail of yours...

Big, clumsy paws stumbling over each other...

And the softest fur all over, perfect for petting...

I don’t know how anyone could ever think you’re anything but a good puppy.

And that means you’re going to count down with me, and not ever have to worry about any of that again.

Are you ready?

Of course you are.

Ten.

You don’t have to worry about money, or bills, ever again. Puppies are taken care of by their owners.

Nine.

You’ll always be loved and accepted for exactly who and what you are. A soft, sweet, silly little puppy.

Eight.

You can feel the first bits of “yourself” falling away, melting into happy barks.

Seven.

All those silly thoughts about being a person, maybe even a human... they’re getting smaller and smaller.

Six.

You can’t wait to go on walkies, to go to the park and meet all the other puppies.

Five.

You can already feel the collar around your neck, the reminder that your owner loves you so very much.

Four.

You’re doing so well, puppy. I’m so proud of you.

Three.

Maybe you can even feel it as your mind softens and simplifies, losing all those awful nasty parts that made it hard to be a good puppy.

Two.

And even the name you had-- the thing you were called, that word, it’s gone now. You’re just a puppy.

One.

You’re just a puppy.

Soft, sweet, simple little puppy.

Perfect for being held, and pet, and taken on nice walks.

With the happiest tail that never stops wagging.

I bet you want to bark, puppy. Don’t you?

Go ahead and bark. Because you want to.

Because hypnosis can’t make you do anything, puppy. ♡

[reborrowing]

cw for dehumanization and pet trope again

I've settled on an idea to obsess about for today. as always, may not last long but quick thoughts for the developing naga character and their setting. prone to change, open to feedback

I'm still not in love with using the term naga, but :/

setting is going to be pseudo-Victorian, I think

magic and magical creatures are well-known at this point, and The Empire begrudgingly acknowledges that they are a part of the natural order (though beneath human intelligence, surely)

decades ago, a child gets gifted an egg as a novelty thing. (eggs plural? only the one survives so long? early tragedy instills obedience as necessary to survival?)

naga hatchlings are small and "easy to care for" - captive-born naga weren't really known to survive long, certainly long enough for them to grow to human-like proportions and beyond. imperial belief at the time was that this was a separate, short-lived species and therefore totally fine for children to neglect.

naga character is now big, but not massive by gt standards - I'm thinking their human half would be ~20' if they had legs, and if memory serves that means their tail is going to be around 100' long

iridescent scales :)

silly name. Ribbon, maybe.

early physical trauma to their larynx, leaving them unable to speak save for whispers - poor treatment conditioned them against doing even that, but they understand language fine.

generally positive opinion of their keeper due to limited viewpoint. protective.

their existence terrifies the staff, preventing any other socialization

they generally are allowed to free-roam the estate

I need to get them some actual characterization

owner character is now elderly, has a reputation for eccentricity

they call themself a professor and I'm undecided if I want them to actually have some kind of academic connection or just be some rich prick

thinks of the naga as something like a show animal. He does care for them, just not as a person - does not mindlessly abuse or toy with them

magical folk are warned to stay far away from him, but the warnings are always very vague

newcomer is fairly young, with some kind of magical heritage or aptitude

they were turned away from the usual traditions or institutions for magical study. I haven't decided on a reason but am leaning towards them just being broke with no social standing.

so despite the warnings, they seek out the "professor" and the fantastic magical library that they're rumored to keep in that remote estate

probably go about this by getting hired as a maid or other menial worker that the professor super doesn't care about and ends up sneaking into the library

idk about genders

the first encounter between newcomer and naga is negative, with naga viewing them as some sort of intruder. either because ah new thing or because they actually were sneaking around. regardless, they're initially terrified - but just as unnerved by the professor's mannerisms when they tell the naga off (and the naga's ensuing obedience)

[acacia-may]

How did you become fan of Black Clover?

Oh what a fun question! Thank you so much for asking! 😄💖

I apologize for all the ramblings. It is not really as long of a story as I am about to make it out to be, but it turned out pretty wordy so I've put it under the cut... 😅

So I actually didn't watch or read Black Clover until last year (believe it or not 😅), but my younger cousin had been absolutely obsessed with the series for about a year and a half at that point and would not stop talking about it. 😄 He had a contagious enthusiasm for it, but I just really didn't think it was for me (since my cousin and I usually have wildly different tastes) so I kind of put his recommendation that I should watch it on the back burner.

At a certain point, I reached that strange, 'in between series' malaise where you're ready for something new but not something you expect to get that invested in, so I asked a friend of mine who has seen a lot more anime than me (and helped me get into the genre in the first place) if she had ever heard of Black Clover because my cousin was talking about it non-stop. She had watched the first few episodes, and said it was pretty good. She also did a much better job of explaining the basic premise than my cousin's "There's this guy named Asta and he's awesome. And this other guy named Yuno and he's awesome too! And they all have magic and that's really awesome!" (I love my cousin, but he just wasn't giving me a whole lot to go on there 😂), so I thought 'Sure, why not? I'll give it a try. Maybe put it on in the background as some casual viewing.' 😁

I'm not sure if this goes without saying or not but I was really endeared to the series in the beginning because Asta is so much like my cousin--all that "Let's GOOOO!!" energy and everything he says would absolutely end with an exclamation point. They're even around the same age! 😄 I just remember thinking, "No wonder he loves this show so much, he is basically the main character," but, of course, he's not introspective at all so when I asked him, "Hey do you think you're like Asta?" He was all confused and answered something like, "What? [pause] Asta's cool! His anti-magic is awesome! I like Liebe too!" in true Asta fashion 😂). And I really loved Yuno from the get-go, too. They were such great foils for each other, and I really liked their brotherly bond. I was still definitely in that 'aw it's cute. I'll watch an episode here and there' casual watching stage though and not imagining it would become such a favourite of mine.

But then of course, they bring all the Black Bulls in...

I suppose for this part of the story it's important to note that I usually watch anime with my younger sister (she's been mentioned in my posts a lot for that reason 😁), but she wasn't interested in this one so I was on my own. I think it was in episode 9 or 10 that I just stopped watching--literally paused partway through the episode deciding that she just had to see this. (She loves those anti-heroes with chaotic energy types of characters). I've got a screenshot of the text actually because the irony of it all makes me laugh. Also, feel free to have fun trying to match up my makeshift names for the Black Bulls based on that tiny bit of information I had about them in the beginning... 😂

(I promise I know all of their names now! 😂 And would probably pick better descriptors for some of them now that I know them better… Also silly, naive little 2021 Acacia thinking this series wasn’t anything “life changing”… yeah, things have changed a lot since then… 😅)

The Black Bulls made this series for me and over time, I came love each and every one of them (some took longer than others 😅)! I affectionately called them "The Island of Misfit Toys" (or more often just the "Misfit Toys")--because the squad is a home and a place to belong for this lovable band of chaotic misfits with punk energy who all love each other like a big dysfunctional family despite their issues and personal struggles. [It's also where the name of my blog comes from 🥰].

Truthfully, I was not expecting to like Black Clover nearly as much as I did in the end, but as soon as they hit that sea temple arc, I really got hooked and felt the story was truly something special. I was interested in it before, but my sister and I binged the whole underwater temple arc of the anime in one day. It was really the point where I got extremely invested, and it’s still definitely one of my favorite arcs in the series to date! I have been super attached to Black Clover ever since! 💖

There is probably a lot more I could say, but I've rambled enough and am cutting myself off for now since this is already super long. 😅

If you or anyone else would like to share how they got interested in Black Clover, I'd love to hear it! 💕 Thank you again for the ask! 🥰

[ask-the-toybox]

CURRENT UPDATES ON ASK-THE-TOYBOX + WHAT TO KNOW [ 2023 ]

▶ Ask-The-Toybox is something I'd like to pick back up in my in-between owed / serious art time! This being said, activity may be inconsistent, but I would like to maintain a "at least one to five posts a week" basis that will fluctuate with life + schedule.

More information + what to expect here from now on will under a read more, whether you read it or not, thank you so much for sticking around and taking part in our funny little Toy Box! ( You don't have to read any of it to ask questions and hang out here!!! Just might be illuminating for people who'd like to know and does clarify some question things! )

↪ Image responses will be messy sketches with varying color, asks that require multiple panels may take a while to be answered - you can send new asks about the same thing if you wish, just understand I may be putting it off due to a multi-panel idea! ( a big one on standby that I'm excited for is "What are your thoughts on the other pm64 bosses?" I have a big multi-panel idea for that one currently! )

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↪ The current characters up for questions are: General Guy, Anti Guy, Gourmet Guy, Big Lantern Ghost and I'm currently considering introducing two of my ocs to the cast! [ you may also ask questions pertaining to specific shy guys found in the toy box! Pyro Guys, Groove Guys, Medi Guys, ect ! ] ↝ If you word a question without mentioning someone by name but are speaking to one person ( ie. what's your favorite color? ) I'm going to work under assumption that you're asking General Guy! ↝ If you use words like "you guys" / "you all" ect. I will assume all character opinions, please note I prefer specific questions or questions that ask 1-2 characters at a time! The broader the scope the longer it'll take me to draw an answer! o(*￣▽￣*)ブ [ this doesn't apply to types of shy guys like Pyro Guys and such, just to the major characters like General Guy and co. ! ]

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↪ Magic Anons are totally up in the air for me right now, might take them up - might not! Please don't be upset if you send a M!A and it never gets to be casted! I'm just trying to get my footing again, I always love seeing fun and creative M!As, but they are not my priority currently!!! Thank you all regardless! :3 !!!

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▶ I cannot stress this enough... Have Fun!!! Ask whatever you want, even if it may seem silly or brings into question something General Guy, in canon, maybe wouldn't have been there for! ↝ In my version of the series ( in a perfect world where General Guy was used more ) I have a lot of ideas on how he thinks about certain big events that happened ! ! ! My scope is mainly around the RPG games: Super Mario RPG, The Mario & Luigi series, and the Paper Mario series! It's all one big world with strange occurrences to me, I merged them all in my take on the lore!

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As of right now, I'm finally getting to answer old asks, so my bad if you get a stray ping a year after you've sent something, heh! Don't let this discourage you, ask more questions if you wish! :D I may take a while to get to all of these, but I'm so glad you all sent asks and I get to answer them - thank you all for your interest in our Toy Box and my take on all of it, I cannot say that enough! 💞

The treasures in this box are for you all ! ! ! I wouldn't be writing this if not for your interest and fun questions!

💗 Thank you ! ! ! 💗

Feel free to ask any questions about what's going on + what to expect you didn't think I covered here! It's always appreciated!

[wikifuck]

My WIPs

I have 3-ish WIPs atm:

Puppylove 1-2

The main active one is a sequel to my published 1st draft/novel, Puppylove. The first book is about the main characters Alejandro and Fetcher meeting and starting to date and Fetcher's family drama and how Ali helps him deal with (or rather, run away from) it. The sequel is about Ali taking Fetcher on a trip to a vampire party (he is a vampire, Fetcher is a werewolf) and meeting Ali's dad and essentially book 2 is about Fetcher helping Ali deal with his family issues, except this time they actually deal and don't run away instantly!

After I finish working on the outline of book2 I'm planning to go through book 1 and pretty much rewrite it to reflect my current skill level. The story itself won't change much, just wording and I will add depth to the characters if needed. That's it.

Spirits and Bleach

The project I was working on before this was Spirits and Bleach; my first attempt at dabbling in mystery novels. It's a story about Bleach, a witch/exorcist who gets roped into investigating a murder with a random ghost they find and who at first thinks he developed a crush on them, but they end up in a QPR by the end and travel the world together. I have an outline and I started writing it out but burned out, and I don't know atm if that is because the outline was lacking or if I just needed a break from the project. I can't wait to get back to it tho, I love Bleach and I can't wait to show their story to the world.

Dino People

My 3rd project is known as DinoPi, or Dino People. It's a mess. The general point is that it's a fantasy world, maybe or maybe not with futuristic technology, where people can turn into dinosaurs. That's all I know lol. Originally it was sci-fi and the dinos were a science thing, then it was magic. Originally the story was a romance taking place in a civil war, where a spy sneaks over the border and falls in love with a good Christian boy who arrests him for sneeking over said border. Now I'm thinking of changing the genre entirely to something else. I had written like 10k words of the original plot before I got stuck and had to scrap it bc I simply had no ideas for the story. I wanted the leads to kiss, but they hated each other. I don't do enemies to lovers, I'm not skilled enough yet to make it not sound abusive. Now I'm toying with the idea of the story starting with them married and about to get a kid. Yesterday a friend asked for an idea for a movie poster to draw and I wrote down this idea:

"Well since I'm kinda stuck on the dino theme, I had an idea of the vocal point being a dude either leaping through the air to catch a falling laughing baby or holding said laughing baby in one arm and holding a gun in the air with the other, a lil like that example with how he holds the lady, and in the background are dinosaurs fighting."

said example: true lies action movie poster

Concept: Bruce wants a baby and Joker ends up being the cool spy dad bodyguard protecting the baby from bad guys (the baby is special or something. The concept is silly already so just go with it, make it stupid)

If you want a taste of what their vibes are, I made a spinoff short story called Office Work

Rep

When it comes to representation, I want to do my best to bring in diversity. I mean, even if it weren't just the moral thing to do (which it is), it's just good writing to have more than one type of character and perspective. Hence, I have the following intentions/plans for these WIPs:

Puppylove: have ace rep through Ali and auDHD rep through Fetcher. Also, Ali is black and has lived for two centuries in a world with a history similar to ours. I want to have a realistic approach when it comes to his trauma from the shit he has had to see, but I'm not going to promise any specific themes. I'm as white as can be and a lot of this will be dependent on how willing of a sensitivity reader/person who will smack me if I do a stupid I can find. Applications are open btw.

Spirits and Bleach: have ace aro and nb rep with Bleach and I'm not yet sure what their friend might bring to the table, but I sure know he isn't straight lol.

DinoPi: As I said, the story is a mess, but I have for the longest time known Joker has some sort of a disability that causes chronic pain. My thought has been he is an ambulatory wheelchair user. I don't have personal experience with this, but I have a friend who is happy to help me with the chronic pain part at least.

General gay rep you can always expect since I seem to be incapable of writing anything that doesn't have at least one gay dude in it.

[wellpresseddaisy]

I guess I'm shipping Snacktunia now!

I was already shipping Snack and Snetunia separately, but my inner poly-shipper has a new toy it never considered now.

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Petunia, despite her best efforts at pushing magic out of her life and being normal, finds herself immediately drawn back in by Snape's "freaky" little potion experiment she stumbles across down by the park's river while out looking for Lily one day; Lily's out and her parents want her called back in for dinner, and Petunia figures she's with that "Awful Snape Boy".

Snape is alone because Lily and he are starting to drift apart; they haven't fully fallen out yet, but the relationship is starting to strain even outside Hogwarts.

Upon seeing Petunia, Snape, naturally, tells her to sod off or he'll hex her with [insert DA hex name here]; instead of being intimidated, Petunia stands her ground and asks him what the hex would do and who invented it and if there's a counterspell. We know Snape likes to show off his magical knowledge, so he tells her, and tries getting her to leave by barbing her a little. Undeterred, Petunia just keeps asking questions (and barbing him back) until two hours have passed, and Lily comes looking for her now because she's late for dinner.

This is how Petunia ends up getting interested in the Dark Arts and Potions; Petunia figures since potions requires "no silly wand-waving" that she might even be able to do potions without magic. The Dark Arts is magic Lily doesn't even know, so (even if she can't physically do it) having something she knows more about then Lily makes her feel superior. The knowledge in general makes her feel closer to Lily also, but she's not sure how to address those feelings.

Petunia spends the summer riddling Snape with DA and Potion questions (as much as he'll put up with), which inevitably causes them to fall into a tentative friendship.

School starts back up. Snape receives an owl from Hogsmeade that he has Muggle Mail to pick-up; it's a letter from Petunia with DA/potion questions where she's got her hands on one of Lily's old books and he's inconvenienced her question asking by going to Scotland for several months. A slow Owl-less correspondence (Petunia's request) starts up, and neither of them will own up to the comfort it brings.

The Marauders steal several of Snape's letters from Petunia (who is not signing them after the first one on Snape's request) and start teasing Snape about having a girlfriend, who is "probably horribly ugly, desperate, and easy if she's going for you, Sniv." It pisses Snape off, and he can't quite pin down why.

Petunia is finding Vernon less and less interesting now that she has Potions and Dark Arts information at the tip of a pen and a short wait away, and she's gotten used to Snape being himself. Vernon just isn't exciting and he can't keep up with her in a conversation.

The Werewolf Prank and Lake Incident occur - Lily and Snape's friendship is in tatters.

Petunia calls Snape a "twat" and asks what happened the next time she catches him at the park because she's already heard about it from Lily, but she may as well get the full gossip. Snape, reluctantly, tells her what happened because maybe she can help with Lily; he's left Lily alone since the failed apologies. Petunia listens, turns all the information over in her head, calls of them all "twats", says she won't help with Lily, and starts asking him DA questions, which the normalcy of that kind of helps. They don't talk about Lily or what happened.

That summer Snape tells Petunia about the Prince family. Petunia is immediately interested because what is a Manager to a Lord; she's already thought about trading Vernon out for Snape, who is a "bit of a fixer-upper" but she figures she can turn him away from anything she doesn't want him involved in and wizarding currency converts to a higher amount in the muggle world and she's started thinking of him as "Severus" instead of "That Awful Snape Boy". So, she asks why he hasn't checked to see if he's the heir, which he does the very next day.

Snape shows up to 6th year as Heir to House Prince. Everyone is shocked by the change in circumstances, but also the sudden level of confidence. The Mini-DEs don't know it yet, but Snape is withdrawing from his previous route to join them because Petunia's been whispering in his ear "given what I know of you and the wealth you have now, you don't need them to achieve power" and "they aren't going to actually give you power given what you've mentioned of them". He also doesn't have time for Marauders, which just makes Sirius Black offended ("Snivelly Snape doesn't have time for Sirius Black? In what world?!) and more obsessive about Snape ("he's up to something").

So, Sirius starts following Snape around more closely. Sirius learns two things: 1) Snape is spending less time with the Mini-DEs and 2) Snape doesn't look half bad when he's not impoverished and people aren't pulling pranks on him. But, also, Snape is not paying him any attention and it's pissing Sirius off; Sirius does something, Snape counters it and goes back to whatever he was doing before Sirius interrupted him. Sirius spends all of 6th year being frustrated.

Petunia and Snape kiss the summer after 6th year toward the end of it; Petunia's invites him to stay over Christmas break at her flat, but Snape will only come and go because of safety reasons. They work something out and get closer over the holidays.

Sirius spends 7th year in a haze of ever growing frustration; he cannot get Snape's attention or figure out what he's planning.

Graduation rolls around and Petunia comes along with her parents. She sneaks off to talk to Snape, who Sirius follows because he's stalking him so hard at this point. So, the newly formed couple is talking plans for the summer when Sirius sees them and is a) shocked Snape's girlfriend is Lily's very prim sister (does she have a secret side???), b) having a crisis after he thinks "they look good together", and c) even more determined to get Snape's (and now Petunia's) attention.

- Severish's "Western AU" Anon/Rantxiety's "Jevily/Snapovan" Anon

P.S.: Petunia sees Sirius trying to get closer to her Severus, misreads the situation, corners him, and goes either a) "Leave him alone; you're not in school anymore" or b) "You're handsome, but I worked too hard get us here; back off". This does not help with Sirius' crush.

This is wonderful! I love it!

[lfcology]

swatches | sirius black

summary: you had loved sirius black for longer than you could remember. through two wizarding wars and a harsh time in azkaban: you were head over heels. what happens when he misunderstood your relationship? everyone lives au lowkey as it should be! 

pairing: Fem!Reader x Sirius (post books so they’re slightly older)

word count: 1.6k

warnings: misunderstandings, mention of pregnancy/getting pregnant

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Two wars. You had survived two wars against the most powerful dark wizard ever and had no inclination to tell your longtime friend you loved him. You'd been head over heels for Sirius Black for the better part of two decades yet opted to keep your feelings to yourself – stating something about the timing not being right. But if not during a war – nay, two wars – when would the time be right? You'd been with other people, trying to get over the raven-haired beauty yet no one ever made you feel anything close to what you did with him.

He'd served years in Azkaban, convicted of some of the most heinous crimes against muggles and the reason behind his best friends death, but you knew he was innocent. Sirius Black was a lot of things but a traitor was not one of them. Now, years later, he was finally free – an innocent man to the world. Once the dark lord was defeated again, and things started to calm down, 12 Grimmauld Place wasn't needed for the order anymore so you insisted on helping Sirius clean it up.

Though you couldn't wash away the painful memories of his childhood, it didn't mean you couldn't try. Harry was old enough to live on his own now but after years apart he and Sirius wanted to catch up on lost time. The first order of business you planned was putting that horrid painting of Mrs. Black in the basement. It took a lot of spells to detach her from the wall but the relief that came across Sirius' face once she was gone was worth it. The two of you worked together tirelessly to bring brightness into the home for the first time since it was built. The Black family tree tapestry was peeled off and replaced with a fresh coat of white paint and a photo wall.

Photos of James, Lily, Marlene and other friends lost over the years lined the wall and memories flooded your senses. There were moments in time captured that reminded you of easier days. Your times at Hogwarts. Your summers at the Potters. You, Sirius and Remus, admired your handy work on the wall. You three had lost so much but the thankfulness you felt to still have each other was beyond you. Sirius wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your temple. Remus excused himself to spend time with Teddy, leaving you and your love alone. "Should we start clearing out some of the rooms?" You suggested despite not wanting to leave Sirius' side just yet.

He hummed in confirmation before (rather reluctantly) letting you go. The house had been empty and cold for years so in an attempt to revive it Harry, Remus, Tonks and baby Teddy were due to move in. You two started with the guest room that would become a nursery for Teddy. Magic made cleaning much easier but being around Sirius meant more time joking around than actually being productive.

"This whole bloody house smells like dirty boxes." He said with a huff and a wave of his hand to open the window.

The two of you sat for longer than you'd like to admit trying to put a crib together the muggle way. Soon you gave up and used magic, much to Sirius' dismay who insisted "it'll just be 5 more minutes". With a wave of your wand, the walls were coloured a soft sage green compared to the drab mud brown it was before. Things were finally coming together.

"Do you wonder what it's like?" Sirius asked as he set a few toys out onto the shelves.

"What what's like?" You asked from your spot at the bookshelf.

"Being a parent." He clarified.

You shrugged and put down your copy of ABCs with Merlin. "I suppose... I kind of assume I won't have kids. I'm too old now."

"Nonsense!" He replied quickly.

You raised your brows and crossed your arms. "I know you're about to mention something about Moony but shall I remind you he didn't carry the child?" You countered.

"You make it sound like you're ancient." He scoffed. "Don't rule it out, darling."

You let out a laugh and returned to your task of sorting the shelves. "It takes two to have a baby and I don't exactly have a lineup of people wanting to impregnate me.”

"I sure hope not." He said incredulously. "Now, what colour should the walls in the master room be?"

You furrowed your brows. What on earth did he mean by I sure hope not? Instead of letting yourself dwell on it later, you decided to outright ask him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He looked perplexed. "What? The colour of the master room?"

"No, no... that you sure hope there isn't people lined up for me?" You said crossing your arms a tad defensively.

Sirius, to put things simply, had a habit of being rude sometimes without realizing it. So, you were expecting a backhanded comment about your looks or a joke about how long you've been single. "Well, wouldn't exactly be the best for my odds." He said with a chuckle. "Now, the room colour." He repeated holding the swatches up.

"To hell with the swatches Sirius! What are you talking about!" You all but yelled at him. Was this a joke? Did he find out you were in love with him and decided to subtly tease you about it? How had he even figured it out? You felt yourself going into overdrive. You were going to kill Moony. He had to be the one to tell him after all!

"The swatch is for your room too so it does matter," Sirius said bewildered.

"What?"

"What?" He repeated making you huff. He could be so frustrating sometimes.

"What do you mean my room?"

"Well, it's gonna be our room." He clarified.

You were surprised if that's what you could call it. Sirius thought you were moving in? And sharing a room with him? What on earth was happening? "Sirius, I'm not living here? I thought it was just you, Harry and Moonys family?"

"What? Why? It's meant to be a family home!" He protested with a pout that reminded you of the ones he wore as a student not getting his way with Professor McGonagall.

"We don't have room for me if Teddy has his own room. He'll need one as he grows up." You explained.

"That makes no sense! We would share a room."

"Why the hell would we share a room? We're adults we can't just be dormmates like we're kids." You said and he gave you a disgruntled look. “We've been sharing beds for 20 years why does it matter now?" He rebutted and crossed his arms.

"Don't you want privacy?" You asked.

"For what? We're dating so I don't see why you're being so weird about this."

Now that shocked you.

"DATING?" You shouted and he chuckled softly as he took a step towards you. "Since bloody when?"

"Well, we've had a weird relationship for 20 years I just assumed? Two wars change people." He said and you gaped at him.

"Bloody hell Sirius." You said rubbing your temples. This was not how you expected to find out your feelings were returned. Was this his loneliness speaking? His trauma?

"I'm sorry if I overstepped in thinking that..." He said rubbing the back of his neck and losing his confidence. He became sheepish under your scrutiny. Maybe it wasn't so outlandish of him to assume that. You two did kiss and cuddle a fair bit more than the average friends. But Sirius had always been fond of physical affection with his friends and you chalked it up to that. You honestly never expected him to feel the same way you did.

"I-" You began before swallowing down in an attempt to collect your thoughts. "-You weren't wrong. I just never really thought you'd feel that way about me."

He scoffed. "I've felt that way since we were in 5th year!"

"That makes no bloody sense! You hooked up with half the damn school but didn't look at me." You scoffed back.

"Because I was trying to hide my feelings like a dumb teenage boy! It killed me seeing you all over Peter so I deflected the only way I knew how." He countered. You rolled your eyes. You and Peter had gone out twice before realizing you were better off as friends.

"You don't get to do this Sirius. You can't just say you've liked me for more than 20 damn years and not made a move." You said pointing your finger at him accusingly.

"Need I remind you I was in prison for half of it. And I just asked what colour you want our room to be." He replied with a huff.

You were silent. He wasn't wrong after all but in your overflow of emotions, you chose to place all the blame on him. "I..." You looked down. "I'm sorry. I just always thought I wasn't your type."

He took a step closer and gently held your shoulders. "It's my fault for not letting you know how utterly in love with you I am."

Hearing those words come out of his mouth shot electricity through your body. It was a euphoric feeling you could definitely get used to feeling all the time. You looked up at him and cupped his cheek softly. For the first time, you realized the way you looked at him was the same way he looked at you: with utter love and devotion. You were so worried about not letting your feelings for him spill that you didn't realize you'd been dating the man of your dreams this whole time. The man you'd longed for but thought was unattainable.

"I love you too..." You said through happy tears. "I have for so long."

"Now darling, what colour for our bedroom?" He said with a perfect smirk and a kiss to your temple.

It took two wars but you and Sirius were creating the silly little family you always dreamed of.

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[imagineabrighterworld]

A/N: I fought tooth and nail for this prompt so I hope you like it anon 👀

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Dabi had left the Nightscape for several reasons.

For better scenery, for less screaming, for.. for a third reason, and to escape his crazy as fuck ex girlfriend who never seemed to get the point that they were done. She was a phase, she wasn’t the endgame.

Did she get that as he tossed her ass out of his apartment? No, she just came back with a lighter to set his home ablaze. But the woman didn't realize he controlled flames as easily as he did breathing.

So he left. He packed a few things, clothes and whatever currency the humans were using nowadays and went up to the world beyond. His father was one of the lords of the Nightscape, but he didn't need to worry about slipping past him, Dabi was thought to be dead for ages.

More like “Touya” had been dead for ages, but that was a clusterfuck of different issues he didn't care to unfold.

Living above ground had added perks beyond escaping a crazy ex and not being surrounded by shades and wraiths on the daily. He could take on the form of a true human, not the horned and fanged form he usually wore. His tail was gone, and his scars and staples were replaced with tattoos and piercings, but he grew used to his new form very quickly.

In the human world, humans had long since developed quirks, so his flames were not an oddity. He was thankful for them when he was questioned about how he got his scars, scars that would occasionally show through his glamour. It was an easy answer, his body couldn't handle his “quirk”. People gave him sad eyes and let him go.

Easy.

What he did struggle with was the occasional demon hunter nearly tracking him down, but he always managed to turn their eye the other way. Was it testing the line choosing to live so close to a school that trained demon hunters? Yes, but he was always good at magic, a simple glamour always did the trick.

When he scored a job at a coffee shop, he was pleased to see it was a simple transaction kind of job. No one would be able to ask him why his eyes were constantly rivaling the blue of his flames or why a phantom tail would lash out and occasionally spill the row of cups behind him.

He pegged it as a ghost haunting the shop, and so it became a little inside joke within the workers ranks and some of the shop's patrons.

Opening on a rainy Wednesday, he looks around the room before lighting the candles at the tables with a flame on his pinkie finger. Setting up the tables and scooting in the chairs, he walks back to the counter and sets up the machines when the door rings, signalling someone had entered.

“Welcome.” He rolls out in a soft purr, a habit from years of toying with his playthings as an incubus. Eventually he would get rid of the habit. “What can I get for you today?” He turns around.

You were soaking wet with a satchel above your head, you were shivering and looking at the coffee machines as if they were god sent.

You looked adorable.

He leans on the counter with a growing smile. “Wet out there isn't it?”

Your gaze snaps to him. Your eyes were a soft mahogany color, reminding him of a tree. It wasn't the most romantic thing he could come up with, but trees were also very rare to find in the Nightscape, so he supposed it was based on your point of view. “C-Coffee. Please.”

“Sure thing babe, what kind?”

“A mocha cappuccino with three shots of espresso.”

He quirks a brow as he types in your order. “Three?”

“I usually get five but my doctor told me I need to cut down.”

“How about you aim for two?”

“I don't think I’d survive that loss sir.”

He chuckles. “Sir?” He asks as he tells you the price of your drink, accepting your soggy wad of cash and giving you your change once the transaction was complete. “Well madam, your drink will be out shortly, take some napkins to dry up, they’re by the sugar.”

He spots a small blush on your face as you go to the condiments counter. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He prepares your drink as he hears you pluck a plethora of napkins out of their container. Small curses are all he hears as you open your bag, he hears the clicking of latches and the zipping of zippers. You scuttle past the counter and stop in front of the register again.

“Do you have a bathroom? My bag is drenched..”

He brings you your drink and tilts his head as he debates your question. A bathroom wouldn't solve the water issue, you just thought it would.

Dabi places your drink on the counter and holds his hand out. “I can dry your bag.”

You smile, adjusting your glasses in the mean time. “You have a wind quirk?”

“I'm not a blowdryer.” He grins. “But I can still dry it for you.”

You debate his words, looking down at your soggy satchel that was only getting worse as time passed. You hand him the bag with an accepting sigh. “Please.”

He takes your bag and lights his hands on fire. You nearly scream before he speaks up. “I can control my fire, this one won’t burn anything, it's just warm.”

“Oh.” You shut your mouth with a sheepish bow of your head. “Sorry.”

“It's alright.” He turns the bag in his hold, looking at the patches and bad attempts at embroidery on its edges. It was cute. The sad little attempts seemed to get better as they reached the top, which led him to believe this was your first attempt at embroidery.

What would you do if he had burnt it to ash?

His flames were highly destructive, and sometimes even he couldn't handle them.

Maybe he was being risky to test his powers like this. It had been ages since he last used his flames for something more than lighting a silly candle or a cigarette.

“So..”

Oh right, you were still there.

He looks at you and rotates the bag in his hold. “Yes?”

“Is it always this empty?”

“Only when you're here.” He winks.

“Rude.”

“Rude, sir.”

You laugh, and from that point on he's hooked to the sound.

-

Dabi used to like his job, now it was turning into something akin to gratitude. It allowed him to see you on most days.

He had learned quite a few things about you ever since that rainy day.

You were a teacher in training, specifically the nearby high school. You were aiming for Shiketsu and had a foot in the door with the vice principal taking notice of you during their mock trials. He didn't peg you for a demon hunter, but everyone had a hidden side to them. Hah. You had two pet birds named Sweet Pea and Darlington, you had a snake named Petra and were looking into getting a newt.

You loved coffee but hated it black, it needed sugar or chocolate of some kind because you couldn't stand bitter food. You loved spicy food even if you couldn't tolerate it, and you adored sour candies.

While you looked book smart, you were also street smart, and he was beginning to believe you might be vying for a spot as a demon slayer teacher. He just didn't know what your quirk was yet.

“Hey Dabi.” You chime in unison with the doorbell as you walk inside, this time with an umbrella to keep yourself out of the rain.

He leans on the counter with a grin. “Hey babe. What is it today? The usual?”

“Just a shot of espresso this time.”

He narrows his eyes. “Are you sick?”

“Nope.” You fold your arms behind your back, rocking back and forth on your heels with a huge smile on your face. “I got news.”

“Do tell.” He says as he starts preparing your shot.

“I got the job!” You squeal in excitement, arms coming out of hiding so you can clasp them in front of you. “Starting in the spring I’m going to be the new first year homeroom teacher!”

He genuinely smiles. So you wanted to ruin your happiness with a shot of liquid bitter? He didn't understand you sometimes.  “I thought your celebration drink would be a sakura latte, not a shot of espresso.”

You wave your hand dismissively, already removing your wallet from your pocket. “I'll come back for one.”

“Two visits in one day? Is that a gift for you or for me?” He chuckles and hands you your espresso, taking your yen and entering it into the register.

You adjust the glasses on your face. "I figured I would grace your presence because you've been so humble as to fuel my caffeine addiction."

"It's my duty to make sure you don't kill some other sorry bastard with a coffee maker."

Your eyes flash green for a split second, and in that moment he has to keep from reeling back. Did he really see that?

The cups behind him tumble to the ground.

His tail had appeared in his brief moment of shock.  

You cock your head to the side. "What happened?"

He kneels and collects the cups. "The shop's ghost. Don't mind it."

"I thought I saw a-"

"How about I give you the latte now? On me." He interrupts you mid sentence, standing up with the cups in his arms.

The blush on your face was one of his favorite sights in the human world.

"You don't have to Dabi."

"It's just a drink." He waves you along to one of the booths. "Sit, it'll be ready soon."

You take your shot of espresso and go to the booth he had motioned you to.

The way you scrunched your nose in disgust as you drank your shot was also one of his new favorite sights.

Maybe it was just you.

--

After you had gotten your job at Shiketsu, you were around every morning to prepare for the day. Sometimes you would come by for lunch, unfortunately he clocked out on those days, but sometimes he would make sure he was in the area just to catch you off-guard. Those days he spent his lunch with you, and you got to tell him stories about your students.

It was one of your lunch breaks when hell came to toll.

His eyes were trained on you as you spoke, you were talking about a girl who wielded fire similar to him when the bell of the cafe rang.

The sound resonated through him, and in that moment he knew who was at the door.

What was at the door.

His glamour of his new human form nearly drops as he hears a woman's voice ask from the counter of the cafe.

“Is Dabi here?” She croons in a sickly sweet voice he hadn't heard in nearly a year. He doesn't hear his coworkers' response but he feels the air fill with the flowery scent of her. He grits his teeth to keep his fangs from showing through as he hears her heels click against the ground.

You had stopped your explanation and looked behind him, adjusting your glasses as you did so. “You're looking for Dabi?”

“I am, what a sweet peach you've got here Dabi~ I didn't know you still had it in you to snag such a cutie, your charms must still be working even in this sad form.” He feels her hand on his shoulder, her fingernails drumming along the stitching of his jacket. “Did you catch her, or did she come crawling to you?”

He knows he has to speak up, before she says another word, but his fangs were already piercing the inside of his lip as his glamour slipped.

He looks at you with the most apologetic gaze he can muster. Grabbing his coffee, he lifts it to his mouth to hide his fangs and he speaks. “Excuse me.” He stands up and slams the cup on the table, grabbing the wrist of the woman behind him and dragging her out of the shop and into the closest alleyway.

He slams her against the wall with her arm pinned above her head. His glamour drops completely, his scars and horns bared for the world to see as he growls with rage. “You!”

The succubus in front of him smiles coyly, dragging a finger across his scars and the staples holding his mouth together. “Aren't you happy to see me? To see one of your own again?”

“No. What do you want?”

She plays at pulling on one of the staples but is stopped as he pins her other hand up as well. The succubus sighs and turns her head, “I come see you and all I get is this. And seeing you with a little human.” She peers at him with violet eyes. “Don't tell me you've gone soft Dabi. She’s human, she’ll die just like a human too.”

He hadn't let that thought slip into his mind and wasn't planning on starting to. He tightens his grip on her wrists. “We broke up, I made that clear.” A feral grin forms on his face, pulling at the staples on his face. “I told you, if you try me again, I’ll kill you.”

“I heard you had a human now. We all heard.” She whispers, her eyes glowing in the dark of the alley. “They know Dabi.”

His grip falters.

Shit.

Shit. Shit Shit-

He lets go of her wrists and he paces in the alleyway, flames licking at his face as his emotions spiralled.

“They need your power, but you’re squandering it here with a girl who will die before you know it. While you're full of youth, she will be an old crone with nothing but a coffin awaiting her.” She didn't sound bothered at all as she rubs her wrists. “Honestly Dabi, you were the one that taught me never to fall for a human. They’re too brittle, their life essence too weak.”

He did teach her. He taught her to keep her heart shut and to leave it open only for him. He taught her a little too well, as she now believed she had rights to him.

But he never taught himself as well as he did her.

He fell for you bad, and you were mortal.

“Anyway, I was told one of two things. Either bring you back with me, or expose you so you have no other choice but to return.”

He looks back at her, his rage quelled only by the dread that was now spiralling in him. “You will do no such thing!” He roars, his flames igniting and setting him ablaze. “If you dare go near her-”

The succubus’s body transforms into mist starting from her feet then rising to her waist. She puts a finger to her lips. “I’ll be back in three days. If you don't do it, I will.”

She was gone. Leaving him alone in the alley with nothing but flames that wouldn't stop burning.

-

Dabi spent the next two days trying to find ways to tell you, but with each scenario came the same question.

What would you do if you knew he was a demon? You worked at a school that trained demon slayers- what other option for you would there be if not to turn him in? It was your duty to turn in any demon that showed up at your door, and here you were having coffee with him.

He couldn't do it.

On the third day, it was raining, just like the day he met you.

He hated the mist that had surrounded the shop, reminding him of the succubus and her promise.

Three days.

He had to tell you.

But why was it so damn hard to do? He used to be cold and calculated, having his fun toying with human emotions and killing without regret. He had no empathy, no sympathy for the lives he ruined.

But you were kind. So incredibly kind.

He rests his head on the counter as the door opens. He scents you in the air before you even step through, the smell of milk and honey wafting in the air as you approach the counter.

He had to tell you.

“Morning Dabi!” You cheer as you fold up your umbrella. “A mocha cappuccino with two shots of espresso please!”

He looks up and smiles crookedly. “Finally down to two?”

“I figured I would finally listen to you.”

“That's my girl.” He chuckles as he grabs a cup and prepares your drink. His hands were shaking, but he knew what he had to do.

When your drink was ready and paid for, Dabi keeps his hand on the cup as you take it from him, your hand overlapping his. You look at him with curious eyes behind your wide rimmed glasses. “Dabi? What’s wrong?”

“If I told you I was a bad man, what would you do?”

You narrow your eyes, but keep your hand over his. “Stealing a croissant from the place you work at isn't evil Dabi-”

“Not that.” He laughs but it's noticeably strained. “Not that.” He looks you in the eyes, greedily taking in the sight of you, for perhaps the last time. “What if I told you I was a bad man, who did horrible things. Whose caused terrible things.”

Your hand tightens around his, he feels the tremors in your body before you still.

“I would tell you I know better than to judge you for what you've done, and tell you that I judge you for who you are now. Does that forgive you of what you've done or what you've caused? No. But I judge what I see. And I see a good man.”

He lets out a shaky breath as his glamor drops, revealing his true form of scars and fangs and horns. His flames curl around him as he whispers. “What if I'm not a man?”

You jump back, hands flying to your glasses before they could tumble off of your face. You stare at him with your jaw hanging.

He looks at the coffee still in his grasp. At the scars covering his body.

He knew it.

He puts down the cup.

He knew it.

Clapping comes from the corner of the room where the succubus has taken form, her body still halfway between corporal and mist. She smiles, showing off her sharpened canines. “Bravo Dabi, I almost thought I’d have to do it myself.”

You shut your mouth and look at the succubus. “You're from before-”

“I am.” She purrs. “And I’m here to take Dabi home. Shigaraki will be happy to see his lieutenant again.”

Dabi burns away his apron, leaving him in his normal attire, the stitches of his black coat catching his eye. Memories of your embroidered bag slip through his mind, though are soon flushed out entirely when he hears the shattering of tables as a high pitched shriek comes from the mist succubus.

He phases through the counter in a wall of heatless flame as he sees you covering your ears.

The shriek had destroyed the tables and windows turning them into scrap, and had shattered your glasses. Blood was running down your ears from between your hands.

He stands between you and the succubus, his arms lit with powerful blue flames. “This wasn't part of the deal!”

“Not our deal. Shigaraki doesn't want you to have any temptations for returning to the human world. We need your girl gone for good.” She grins fiendishly. “She will never grow old, isn't that the best gift you could receive?”

“Dabi-” You call out from behind him.

“Stay back!” He yells at you. “Get out of here!” But he knew if you went into the rain outside, you would be done for. The succubus would be able to drown you where you stood.

Her body turns to pure water as she rushes at him. With her power boosted by the rain that washed in through the broken windows, all he could do was send wave after wave of fire to evaporate the water.

But what was evaporation if not mist?

He was fighting a losing battle as he backed up until he finally reached you. He covers you with his body as he puts up a wall of flame.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers to you as his flames are soon put out. “I’m sorry.”

You lift your hands to his face, eyes still closed, and pull him in, pressing your forehead against his.

“Don't be sorry for the things you can't control.” You whisper in return.

The succubus’s body turns corporal from the waist up. She coos. “How sweet, one last goodbye.”

You press a kiss to his lips.

“Don't open your eyes.” You murmur against his lips before letting go of his face and turning around to look at the succubus.

He closes his eyes, prepared to hear you scream in pain, prepared to hear your body drop to the ground.

But all he hears is the loud boom of thunder from outside and the crackle of rock breaking.

Rock?

He opens his eyes and sees you on your knees in front of a marble statue of the succubus.

His eyes widen as he sees you stand up. From the reflection of the marble, he can see your eyes flashing green.

“Did I ever tell you my mother was a demon?” You ask as you kneel and pick up your eyeglass frames from the floor. “She called herself Medusa. Silly, huh? My dad was human though, and well, as you know, they had me..” You turn around, your eyes now closed. “I guess you can say my quirk is having a very strange lineage.”

Dabi gets to his feet and runs at you, barreling into you with his arms swiftly wrapping around you.

You return the hug, your face nuzzled into his chest.

“So.. you're not mortal?” He says quietly, as if the good luck that had been shone upon the both of you would wither out.

“I'm not. It's my hundred and twenty-fourth this year.” You look up from his hold, he could see the faint glow of green from under your eyelashes. “Will you be there?”

He tightens his hold and presses his lips against yours.

“As if I'd ever leave.”

[my-brothers-corrupted]

Ey Marv, might be a good time to drop hints at that war against the British, hm? As for the others, Jackie I'd say keep going to therapy, buy some stim toys, and work on co-dependence. Trick, spend time with your kids, get a job, maybe get Tinder, and work on things with Dok, you guys have a lot to untangle. Henrik, maybe go back to med school! Who knows what you could be with even more fire for that genius brain. JJ, you could go to school too, or get a job caring for animals, maybe sell art commissions! There's so many possibilities for you now, it makes me dizzy!

"Oooh, I'm going to get Tinder!" giggles Chase, rolling onto his side. "I'm going out on all the dates, the stranger the girl, the better."

"Absolutely you are not," warns Jackie.

"Yeah, I am, I'm going to be such a whore, watch me."

Marvin chokes on a laugh. Jackie shakes his head at his brother. "After what happened last week, you're not going on a first date ever again without big brother there."

"Nuh-uh, Jackie, then the girls will fall in love with you instead."

Jackie blinks. "I'm so strangely flattered. What, you think I'm handsomer?"

"You have more muscle on you than I do," mourns Chase. "I'm a skinny guy, look."

"You could start working out with me."

"Ugh, not worth it."

"You're not going on dates with anyone," Marvin scolds Jackie. "What did they just say about co-dependence?"

"I did not even freak out when I heard, though," whines Jackie, who had only narrowly avoided a violent rage when he was told about Jenna. "I am better. I let JJ go to that Theo guy's house all on his own and I did not even text him more than twice. And when Henrik went to synagogue I was so good."

"You do need something to distract you more, though," sighs Marvin, patting at his hood. "I just worry about you. You still think you're the big protector."

"I am," protests Jackie weakly. "I always will be."

"I just want you to be able to be okay on your own, darling."

"Why? Where are you going?"

"Nowhere, Jackie, just - " Marvin shakes his head. "Just want you to be able to have something outside of us."

Jackie leans back, frowning, and refocuses on Henrik and JJ, who are talking about work.

"I was thinking more about it and there are some jobs I could do without having to see blood and things like that that might be interesting," says Henrik. "Or go into a whole new field, go back to school. Is good idea. I guess there really is a lot I could do."

JJ grins shyly at the ground. "Well, the lady who runs my support group also works in disability accommodation programs, and she said - well, it's maybe silly."

"What? Jameson, tell me."

"She said there is a farm nearby hiring and the whole family speaks sign and has worked well with the accommodation groups before, so maybe I'll go for that... they have sheep! And she talked about other options as well, lots of things I could do, like it wasn't even a problem..."

They all descend into chattering about work, excited to see JJ talking about the things he might like to do, and halfway through Marvin breaks into a speech about how they're going to start reforming the UK magical society so JJ can do whatever he wants there as well, and soon they're talking about so many different possibilities and so many different dreams they all have for the future. Jackie sits in silence, his eyes fixed on JJ: after so long stuck in despair, he gets to see his little brother hoping for something again.

But his mind drifts back to his own predicament. It's wonderful to see them all so excited, but he does feel there might be something missing in himself. Is he going to be the one who's left behind, the one who will end up dependent on them all for the rest of his life? How funny, that he should be the one who thought of himself as the most strong and independent, and now he's the one still clinging so closely to all of them.

As for Chase, his mind is already settled on his future career, and what he thinks of instead is his family. He watches the kids racing around and stuffing their faces with chocolate, laughing and playing tag with each other. Stacy gives them kisses when they come close and watches over them. And for all that he joked about Tinder, well... his mind does come back to her, and to the thought of having a partner again.