mr-cynologist

[sainte-melasse]

POV : I invite you to board games night

[mirohlayo]

F1 DRIVERS TAKING CARE OF YOU

WHEN YOU'RE SICK

including mclaren, ferrari, mercedes + verstappen, ricciardo & gasly

warning : mention of medicine, pure fluff

note : been sick for almost 2 weeks now so i thought about this idea lol

!! english is not my first language !!

ᦈ OSCAR PIASTRI 81

his poor heart cries in pain seeing you so weak. he hates when you're sick because sickness take off your positive energy which he adores much. so he makes sure you're warm enough under triple blankets, double pillows under your head for extra comfort and some movies playing on the tv. call him and he'll be standing right next to you a second later, ready to help you with anything. ask for cuddles and he won't think twice before joining you in the bed and pecking your face. he still want you to takes your medicine even though you're recovered, just in case, just to be sure you won't get sick again.

ᦈ LANDO NORRIS 4

his poor baby is pin down on the bed, coughing and sneezing every single minutes. he hates it, he wants to see you smile again, he wants you to feel better. he would stay with you until you feel good, arms around your body as he let lazy and soft kisses everywhere on your face. especially your lips. you'll probably scold him because he'll get sick too but he doesn't care, he wants to take care of his baby, it's just his job. he reminds you to take your drugs and also makes sure you have everything you need, and if not then he'll bring it to you as quickly as possible.

ᦈ CHARLES LECLERC 16

as soon as he knows you're not feeling well, he would run to you in a hurry. he would also panic because it's not in your habit to get sick. he'll call his mom to get advices, he wants to do his best to take care of you and your poor state. try to act confident in front of you but internally stress because he doesn't really know what to do. still he manages to keep you in a good mood, he makes you laugh but you just end up coughing so he stress even more. but don't worry he'll be the sweetest, showing you with loads of kisses and cuddles because either him can't get enough of them.

ᦈ CARLOS SAINZ 55

now this guy would 100% know how to manage with his loved one being sick. like he just used to it and he perfectly knows what to do and what can make you feel better. he'll put you on the bed, and wrap you in a huge blanket. he even writes a schedule for your drugs with precise times. he'll cook the warmest meals and makes you tons of tea. sit next to you to keep an eye on you, sometimes you ask for kisses and he can't refuse them, pressing his soft lips on your forehead. you say that he's doing too much for you, overreacting the whole thing. but he would shrug and reply that he just wants the best treatment for you.

ᦈ LEWIS HAMILTON 55

he doesn't really like when you're sick because he can't get along with the picture of you being stuck in the bed, a tired expression endlessly on your face. but on the other hand i feel like he'd love playing the doctor. like he'll be so much caring, asking you every little minutes if you're feeling better or not. he won't rest until you're completely recovered. also would be the type to play some music, because he knows how much it comforts you. he'll put your favorite tv show and slide under the blankets and cuddle you until your body is warm enough. and also constantly rubbing your back or arms, just full of love for his lover.

ᦈ GEORGE RUSSEL 63

he has to deal with you being pretty sick and he doesn't wait a second to take care of you. maybe first will scold you because you don't wear enough warm clothing or you just don't pay enough attention to yourself. he doesn't like that, so he reminds you to always cover yourself with extra gloves and scarf. and then he feels bad seeing you in that state. he always feels panicked whenever you're coughing a bit too hard or sneezing nonstop. like a worried expression is stuck on his face. he would lay down on the bed next to you, mumbling some "my poor baby" and things like that. you'll tease him later about how much worried he looked for you but he doesn't care because it's just his way to show you how much he cares about you.

ᦈ MAX VERSTAPPEN 33

he's extremely caring and sweet with you. he becomes softer, acting super gently because he doesn't want to hurt you. stuck on your side like the world will stop if he's not keeping an eye on you. he would bring you to the doctor even if you just have a little fever, he's just so worried about you he doesn't want you to get sick. but manage incredibly well with it. he's the best because he does whatever you ask him to do. make you laugh ? he transforms into a comedian. not warm enough ? he joins you and cuddle you so close to his body. need some rest ? he'll take a nap with you in his arms, pressing kisses here and there until you're fully recovered.

ᦈ DANIEL RICCIARDO 3

at first he thought you were joking about your state. but when he came home and saw your tired body and face on the couch, he knew it wasn't funny at all. he feels so bad and he knows he has one job : take care of you as best as possible. but he knows one remedy that always works. his humor. whenever you're feeling off or sick, his humor always lifts up your mood. so while giving you your drugs, he'll talk about funny histories, or anything that can makes you laugh. and it works so well because despite the pain you're able to laugh. and he loves it. also pecking your whole face is one of the best medicine. but you can be sure he takes good care of you.

ᦈ PIERRE GASLY 10

know how to handle the situation. like he would transform into a doctor as soon as his eyes saw something was off with you. forces you to stay in the bed, a crazy amount of blankets over your body. you tell him it's fine but he doesn't listen and keep adding more warm stuff. he would gives you princess treatment, ask for anything and you'll got it. also makes you different types of tea with all the different flavors, and it'll just ends up in a tasting session. he would also never shut up about his science, explaining you how people get sick. but over all, he's happy to stay on your side and feeding you with lots of kisses

[elizabethsnuts]

natasha realising some of her knifes are missing and she walks in on tony and her daughter using them as darts while bucky is just like ur mothers gonna kill you (completely random😭)

Sharp Lessons

WinterWidow x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Natasha founds out you and Tony were playing with her knives.

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Natasha had just finished her morning training routine and was heading to the kitchen when she noticed something was off when she picked up her weapon case. Natasha had a finely tuned sense of her surroundings. So, when she noticed the lack of weight in the case, her brows furrowed. The absence of several knives didn't sit well with her.

She muttered under her breath in Russian as she strode through the Avengers Compound, her mind running through the possibilities. Natasha approached one of the training rooms and froze at the sight that greeted her. Tony was laughing, and beside him, you were holding one of Natasha's prized knives. The pair of you stood in front of the dark board, and Natasha’s knives were embedded in it with alarming precision.

Nice throw, kid!" Tony exclaimed, patting you on the back as you nailed the centre of the target.

Bucky was sitting on the bench nearby, arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips. "You do realize your mother's gonna kill you, right?" he drawled, looking directly at you.

Your grin faltered as you noticed your mother standing in the doorway, arms crossed and a raised eyebrow that made it clear she wasn’t happy with you. Tony turned around casually, seemingly not caring about the situation. "Hey, Nat! Didn't know you were back."

Natasha's voice was unnervingly calm. "Tony, those knives are not toys. Y/N, what were you thinking?"

You glanced nervously between your mother and Tony. "I... uh... we were just… practising? Uncle Tony said it was okay."

Tony gave a sheepish smile. "Listen, she has excellent aim. Could be useful in a mission someday."

Natasha sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Tony, you are not helping. And Y/N, just because you can throw a knife doesn't mean you can just take mine without asking."

Bucky chuckled, getting up from the bench and walking over to stand beside Natasha. "Told ya," he whispered to you, and you shot him a playful glare.

You turned back towards Natasha and nodded earnestly. "I know, Mom. I'm sorry. We won't do it again."

Natasha's expression softened slightly as she looked at her daughter. "I'm not angry, just... be more careful next time, okay?"

You nodded quickly. “I will, I promise.”

Natasha uncrossed her arms, finally allowing herself a small smile. "Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be taking my knives back."

She moved to collect her weapons, and Bucky gave her a supportive squeeze before turning to Tony and You. "Next time you want to have fun, maybe stick to something a little less... lethal."

As Natasha walked out of the room, knives in hand, she heard Tony mutter to you, "Your mother’s scary when she’s mad."

You laughed softly, glancing at your dad. "Yeah, but at least we know she cares."

Bucky chuckled, ruffling your hair. "That she does, kid. That she does."

[ariseur]

hi, can i request how dante and vergil would act after having an argument with reader? thanks!

sparda twins after an argument 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

dante x reader, vergil x reader

┊ ˚➶ notes ｡˚ 🎼

i hope you guys remember that i’m a ffvii AND a devil may cry acc, don’t be afraid to request for dmc 😭😭

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

intended lowercase, one spoiler for vergils lore (?), arguments ofc, lmk if i missed anything!!

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓓ANTE — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ i can’t see you and dante getting into arguments often. the only things that would lead to a fight is dante being concerned about getting you involved in his work (if you’re a devil hunter), or you worrying about how he’s too nonchalant when he eventually does get injured.

❥ even then though, he makes sure to not say things he doesn’t mean. but even after an argument, it’s like he replays it back in his head when he’s alone, thinking of every word and if it actually did offend you or not.

❥ in the case that it’s a lower to moderate argument— dante’s so fuckin goofy, he’s the type to still kiss your cheek to wake you up and make you terribly cooked breakfast to see if you’ll forgive him. up to you whether or not you do but he’d try to spoil you with whatever money he has. i’d suggest coaxing him to use that money to pay the bills instead 😭

❥ but if it was a big argument, i think it’d be pretty silent for a while. i can see dante apologizing first depending on how old he is (what game it’s set in). the younger he is, the more emotionally inept he’ll be.

❥ in the case that it’s older dante, he’ll give you an apology although he doesn’t expect you to forgive him, he just wants you to know he’s sorry.

❥ regardless of his age though, dante will leave you be until you come to him saying that you feel better. there’s no point in chasing after someone who needs space. if you cup a wild bird in your hands, the only thing it wants to do is escape.

❥ i see dante as pretty decent when talking it out though, he just wants nothing more than for the silent treatment to just simmer down so that when you’re both feeling calm and okay, you can talk it out reasonably. and the make-up sex is even more awesome.

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. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ 𝓥ERGIL — 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

❥ as stated before in my previous hcs for vergil, he is a silent lover!! no difference whether he’s calm or angry, he silently brews. i cant see vergil getting into arguments much either, but the only difference between him and dante is that vergil brushes the topics off unless it comes to you.

❥ for instance, you get hurt? he doesn’t play lmao

❥ he might be a little harsh but considering he spent a lot of his time in hell, his social cues are kinda off. he never yells at you, but it lowkey hurts when he’s like a mom who can’t show she’s mad in public as he’s whisper yelling about how you’re not supposed to be so careless.

❥ vergil never yells, always talking lowly in that precise tone of his. however, he’s just so calculated with his words, making it more difficult when you try your attempts at a rebuttal. his sharp tongue would probably get him into trouble if you piss him off enough / if he super worried, though. might say something he’ll regret later.

❥ if it’s a small argument, he either acts like nothing happened or he overanalyzes it and overcompensates with his ‘apology’— which is sitting you down on the couch as he makes you feel like you’re in an intervention while you guys talk it out 😭

❥ if it’s a bigger argument, he’ll probably give you the silent treatment. he won’t talk about it and he won’t talk to you for a while, preferring his space over anything while he calms down.

❥ his pride stands in the way of him actually apologizing to you, especially if he recognizes the argument was his fault after a while. so you might have to be the one to confront him first.

[wen-kexing-apologist]

By god do I just need to scream into the ether about the Heart and co. confrontation scene.

First, the tension, incredible. Gemini and Fourth are phenomenal actors. Heart and Li Ming know they are walking in to a very emotionally fraught situation and their hesitation is palpable.

It's scene breakdown time babyyyy! Let's start from the beginning

For a boy who admitted last episode that he has no idea what he is doing, he sure keeps doing things right. He's letting Heart know he's going to talk. Now, granted I don't know what he is saying here precisely if he is just simply saying "I'm going to talk for us/first", "I'll interpret," or if he's saying "I'm going to talk?", I don't think his face moves in any way that would imply a question, but his face is partially obscured. Either way he is at the very least keeping Heart in the know, and at the most asking for Heart's explicit consent to lead this conversation. You can't see it from pictures, but I appreciate the fact that before they cut back to the wide shot, Heart nods, so we as an audience, and Li Ming as the speaker here knows that Heart is okay with the power dynamics at play, with Li Ming talking for both of them.

It's a blink and you'll miss it moment, thankfully I'm obsessed with this scene and therefore have been looping it endlessly, but I feel compelled to point out the way eye contact in this moment goes a long way in conveying how Heart's Mom and Li Ming view Heart. When Heart's mother points to her son she doesn't even look at him. The most she does is cast a downward glance at his bandage, and that's before she even points. And you can argue all you want that she doesn't look at him because she's specifically talking to and addressing Li Ming. But I call bullshit on that because Li Ming is specifically talking to and addressing Heart's mother, and he's looking straight in to Heart's eyes when he refers to and gestures towards Heart. I'm sure that both of these characters believe they love and care about Heart, but of these two characters which one actually recognizes Heart's personhood?

But uh oh! Li Ming stood up for himself and for Heart, and talked back to not just an adult, but a powerful adult. And now she's mentioning past debts, and now there will be more to pay as a result. And Li Ming can only work so much with school and life and everything. He clearly doesn't know what he's getting himself in to, or what he has gotten himself in to. Li Ming and Heart's Mom are both getting angry, tensions are rising, something needs to happen to de-escalate the situation or this might go wrong. Uncle Jim absolutely must intervene (I hope you can hear the sarcasm in my voice). Interesting note: Guess who else doesn't look at their child when making a decision for them. Jim does look at Li Ming directly after this though, but it's to ask him why he did it. It's to place the blame for the accident on Li Ming. "You Li Ming, why did you do it?" "Heart asked me to." "Stop saying that."

Jim is scared, Li Ming is pissed. "He was bored at home" "I said stop!" Jim is used to the way powerful and wealthy people can control and punish the poor. Jim and Li Ming have had conversations before that indicate this very mindset. Jim has mentioned power to Li Ming before and Li Ming's response has always been "what, so we just let them?" "He's a police officer so he can just do anything he wants to us?" to a young adult like Li Ming, this is an absurdity, to an older man like Jim, this is a reality. "he can just do anything he wants to us?" the answer is yes. Which is why Jim is so desperate to get Li Ming to stop talking here. But it just serves as a reminder to Li Ming that Jim thinks he's a child, and that he needs all his battles fought for him. If Li Ming doesn't keep pushing, nothing is going to change (social and political commentary anyone?)

"There you go again," Heart's mother says, and this is Li Ming's initial reaction. This moment of annoyance and anger that this woman who doesn't even know him is once again accusing him of something he didn't do. This woman who is pointing once again to her son without even a glance in his direction "You know that he's mute, so you can say whatever you want?" First of all, even people who are mute have ways to communicate, so it's not like even if he was mute Heart would be helpless. Hell, even if Heart was mute he still has fucking sign language.

The face of a woman who was, in fact, not aware that deaf people dislike being called mute.

GUESS WHO FINALLY LOOKS AT HER SON AFTER THAT!!!! Please please if the writers are kind and merciful, this will be the point in the show where Heart's mother does so deep deep introspection and realizes how much she has fucked up. "He's just deaf," Li Ming says, loudly, and he steps forward, to try to engage Heart's mom in further conversation, in more dialogue. And what does Jim do? Pulls him back, takes him off his even footing "I said stop,"

The face of a man who is very scared for the trouble his nephew might be getting himself in to, and the face of his nephew who is very disappointed that his uncle keeps not only backing down, but forcing him to back down as well. Who keeps asking him, in these small ways to lie instead of tell the truth. To remain quiet, to take the blame, to stick to the status quo.

And then the part I hate (emotionally) begins. Heart asks Li Ming to tell him what they're saying. And I hate it because Heart's parents refusing to learn sign language does not only hurt Heart but it hurts everyone around him, themselves included. But specifically here, it hurts Li Ming, because he has to be the one to look Heart in the face and repeat the words his mother said, knowing that to do so will hurt Heart. Knowing that he has to be the one to hurt Heart.

And this moment is also a great reminder for the audience as well that no one else knowing sign language creates really uncomfortable power dynamics between the person who is able to interpret and the Deaf person. Because Li Ming is hesitant to repeat it. Heart has to repeatedly grab his arm, repeatedly ask Li Ming to tell him what was said. Li Ming has absolute power over Heart right now, to refuse to say it, or to flat out lie. He doesn't, but it also should not be Li Ming's decision whether or not Heart knows, accurately, what was said. Even after we see it in his face that Li Ming agrees to translate, he still hesitates for a few seconds to move, to reach for the notepad, to have to write it down.

And once he writes it down, Li Ming's eyes do not leave Heart. He is honed in on Heart, on Heart's face, on his shoulders, hell even on the back of his head until Heart asks him to translate. And god as much as I hate this moment in the scene for the pain that it causes Li Ming, I hate it even more for the pain that it causes Heart.

He is fucking livid. Rightfully so, because HE'S NOT FUCKING MUTE, HE'S HAD LANGUAGE THIS ENTIRE GODDAMN TIME. He just wants to live his life like everyone else AND HE HAS TO TELL HIS PARENT'S THAT USING SOMEONE ELSE'S VOICE. Because they have refused to use his own. GOD. I'll be surprised if anyone makes it this far down in the post but I just...AHHHH I have no coherent thoughts about this moment, I just....Heart's parents do fucking better. Damn. And the worst part of this scene is yet to come because his Mom tries for like 0.2 seconds, but it looks like she's going to start signing something and Heart just looks SO surprised.

He's so focused on it, he's paying so much attention to it. Is this it? Is this the moment he finds out that his mother has actually been trying? That she has learned and is ready to start using sign language with him? To talk to him, to understand him?

No.

She can't do it. She doesn't know how to. And it's just..it's so easy to see how much hope he had for just a second, how much that one millisecond of effort obliterated all the logic in his head that told him they didn't know it, they didn't care. And how quickly that disappointed anger snaps right back in to place. So Heart starts talking, in sign language, like he has been able to do for years, and he speaks his mind, and his mother still can't understand him. And we see the same dynamic here as with the "mute" comment. Heart's Mom wants Li Ming to translate, Heart wants Li Ming to translate, Li Ming knows how hurt Heart is, and yeah, probably some of his hesitation in voicing what Heart said is because he knows what Heart said will hurt her. But more so because I think it hurts Li Ming to know how much pain Heart is in.

God, poor Heart, literally having to beg to be heard.

"He said you are ashamed of him being deaf,"

His mother shakes her head and says "Heart, I'm sorry. I don't know what to say, dear," and therein lies the problem. She doesn't know what to say, she never has. She has never bothered to learn how to communicate with him since he went deaf. She has kept him locked away. And it doesn't matter if she thinks she did that to keep him safe, Heart feels like he's being hidden away. And she doesn't say "No. No I'm not ashamed. I have never been ashamed." she doesn't know what to say. Because she can't say that. She can't deny that, and it just confirmed everything that Heart has known. So he leaves, because that's too much to handle.

Bullshit 'he'll be fine, honey'. Your fucking son just told you that you never bothered to learn sign language in THREE FUCKING YEARS, and stormed away after admitting that he feels like you are ashamed of him, and you think no need to go after him, he'll be fine??? Fuck you. ACAB.

Does this...

look like...

he's fine, to you?

No. I didn't think so.

I don't really feel like I need to say much about this last shot. It stands on its own so strongly. Mirrors reflecting back, Heart and Li Ming only ever being able to see each other, to be seen by each other. Warm light at Heart's back, Li Ming in front of him, sandwiched between warmth in all of that blue, isolating coldness. All that evidence of how much time and the energy Heart has spent learning sign language. I don't know what the post-its say, I don't know that I want to know.

I don't know if they are notes Heart has written to himself when he was learning, and this is just what remains of his effort. Honestly I hope it's that, because if it is what I think it is, general, every day responses that he might have to give in reply to his parents that he can just pull off his wall and return, that is so much fucking worse. Because then its just the evidence of all the effort Heart has put in to communicate with his parents on their level when they have not put in the same effort to communicate on his. Even if it's something cute, even if it's all the notes that he and Li Ming have passed back and forth to each other over the last few months, serving as a reminder that someone cares, you still are left with the heartbreaking shot of two young men, desperate to be understood by their families, only having each other to hold on to, surrounded by reminders that they are the only two people that can understand each other. No matter how hard they try.

[slutt4ellie]

Sacred Hearts Entwined

(Bare with me this is the first story i’ve ever written!)

Ellie Williams X Reader

masterslist

Part 2 -> ✞

Part 3 -> ✞

What do you do when you’re falling hopelessly in love with your childhood best friend?

Summery: You’ve been friends since 2nd grade first meeting in school. Growing up in a religious background you’ve always been taught the “right” way to think. So why are you falling in love with her..?

Warnings -> Mentions of the “d slur” / Parents are controlling / homophobia / Both extremely confused of their feelings / cheating / (lmk if I missed anything else!)

WC: 2.3k

(Did not proofread!!)

The girl who caught your eye since you were kids, Ellie Williams.

Age 6 (grade 2) -

You didn’t have much friends, after all it was only grade 2 and being popular was probably the least of your concerns, at least that’s what your mom constantly told you.

Growing up as a naturally shy kid, meant going outside of the box to talk to people wasn’t precisely your idea of “fun”! That’s why you often dissociated, it seemed easier that way? So, as soon as the bell rang for recess you would go to the back of the playground where no one else sat watching the different animals the would scale the trees while the birds would flow through the sky.

But today was a different day, as you did that normal routine a girl sat beside you, freckles that trailed all around her face and light green eyes that shined in the sun with auburn hair which ended up being almost bright red in the sun.

“Do you like watching the animals too?” She asked fairly quietly looking at her hands, you sorta look at her and nod, to nervous to talk..

Age- 7 (grade 3) -

You shortly did learn her name after that moment, Ellie Williams. To be fair you actually started learning almost everything about her. She’s an only child, loves spending most of her time doing art or playing outdoors, she’s way more extroverted then you ever could be, and she has a pet dog named Max.

You and Ellie almost spent all your time together if not at her house playing outside then you guys would be cooped up in your basement finding new board games while your mother cooked dinner for you guys upstairs. Coming out of your shell with her seemed easier then other people, she made it easy. After all she didn’t get easily bored of my shyness through the beginning.

Age 10 (grade 6) -

“Okay push!!” Ellie groans pushing a trash bin closer to the convenience store ladder which leads to the roof. “Ellie this is dumb” You say on the opposite side using your back to help her push it. “Just relax! Once we get up there, then we can practically see the whole town!” She smiles continuing to push it “But if we get caug-“ You can’t even finish your sentence before she talks “We won’t get caught!” She says as the trash bin finally reaches the end of the brick wall.

“K boost me!” Ellie smiles walking up beside you as you slowly crouch resting your back on the cold metal trash bin, you put your hands in a cuff which Ellie’s foot rest in as you lift her up. She’s not even standing on the trash bin for more then 10 seconds before the bottom gives out and she falls feet first in the bagged trash “Ag fuck! Help!” Ellie groans trying to lift herself out.

You burst out laughing not even grabbing her hands to help her up and out, but now she yells “Help me!!” You’re still cackling as she practically falls out “Eww now you smell weird!” You laugh getting away from her “Oh yeah you want a hug?” Ellie says chasing after you as you run away into the distance.

Age 14 (Freshman year) -

“It’s bullshit!” Ellie says annoyed “They didn’t care about signing us up for a catholic school for the last 10 years” Ellie says kicking in her new shoes she got for her uniform “Maybe just a change of heart” You shrug almost accepting it “You barley even care” Ellie says looking at you “Us pouting isn’t gonna change our parents mind, the decision is final now?”

“I don’t wanna even go, I look really dumb in a skirt.” Ellie holds it up disappointed “Ellie you look fine in a skirt” You sorta smile looking at her “I don’t, I rather just wear the pants.” Ellie groans sliding her hands down her face dramatically “Well I think you look good?” You say partially because you want her to stop whining about it but mainly because you mean it.

Age 15 (grade 10) -

“So you’re going with Alex then?” Ellie ask looking at you as you read a book “I mean yeah he asked it would be weird not to go?” You sorta shrug “K..? I- We just always made fun of people who went to the dances, I just didn’t except you to suddenly change?” Ellie says, she wants it to seem like she doesn’t care but she’s genuinely doing a horrible job covering it. “I guess I didn’t get the impression you cared so much?” An annoyed tone leaking through your voice.

“I don’t.” Ellie says almost coldly adding on a few seconds later. “I’m probably gonna dip, my parents want me home soon anyway.” Ellie says standing up. You sorta just wave also not in the mood it’s been a long day and you don’t wanna fight with Ellie over a stupid thing like going to the dance with someone.

16 (grade 11) -

The moment where the story starts to go downhill, well this is it. You got together with Alex a few weeks after the dance and you’ve been together all summer. Leaving little time for Ellie, and don’t get me wrong! It’s not like it’s purposefully happening, it’s just the fact that you’re both at 2 different points and spending all your time with the person you’ve previously been doing that with for 10 years isn’t exactly on your top priority list. Ellie’s also just been weird around you, she doesn’t like it when Alex is brought up occasionally sighing every time he’s even mentioned or going on about how she can’t see you guys going beyond high school. And at this point you finally talk “You say it like you’re fucking jealous?” You say a bit pissed off.

“Why the fuck would I be jealous?” Ellie claps back. “I don’t know Ellie! Please you tell me, every time I bring him up it’s like the idea of me dating someone repeals you, I don’t get why you’re not happy for me!”

“Who ever said I wasn’t happy for you” Ellie says now no longer walking so she can actually look at you in the face. “You just imply it constantly, like am I missing something, did he do something??” You say actually wanting to hear her opinion, why she hates him. Ellie chokes up though, wanting nothing to do with the real reason she doesn’t like Alex.

“Because I-“ She stops, and switches what she was going to say. “Because me and you barley hang out anymore, last summer all we did was go to each others houses and now you have 0 time for me!” She sorta yells. “Because Ellie I have a boyfriend? Did you not except us to grow up?” You now yell back, this whole argument is picking up fast. “I expected you to have the fucking decency to hang out with me once in awhile, you think i’m some girl who’s just obsessed with you and it’s getting old” Ellie says hurt that becoming evident when her voice cracks. “Ellie I didn’t say-“ You can’t finish your sentence because she talks. “It’s fine we can hang out later.” She says turning around and walking away.

To be fair half of you wants to chase after her, talk to her like you used to before you guys even started high school, but you don’t. This isn’t a movie after all.

(Present: Saturday)

You and Ellie haven’t talked in about 4 days since the little fight, the annoying part of it is the fight wasn’t even that serious, it’s just neither of you know where to start.

Throughout your friendship there’s only been a few fights, none of them being at all important, dumb stuff like you never gave each others clothes back or broke a toy. Never something like this, something that actually had meaning.

You don’t even understand why it bothers Ellie so much that you’re dating Alex, she’s your best friend, if anything she should support it, you would support her? As of now though you’re trying to do everything in your power to completely ignore the fact you guys even had a fight, as long as she doesn’t talk to you and you don’t talk to her it’s fine! Right…?

That’s at least how you thought about it, avoiding it seemed like the best situation at the end of the day because you never had to confront the problem, you did that a lot. When you were 7 and broke a glass cup, the way you solved it was hiding it in between the tiny opening between your counter and oven. Which actually ending up working..till your brother found it and immediately snitched.

Tonight though there was a perfect distraction, there was a party and half the school was going to be there, I mean it was a safe assumption saying Ellie wasn’t going to be. She hated parties, she said “It’s like a bunch of toddlers in a room, not really anything fun about that?” Which wasn’t completely false but she rarely let loose and actually drank.

Tonight’s plan was to get blackout drunk, forget Ellie, forget school, just forget everything as of now, and just hang out with the guy you loved..?

Because you love Alex how could you not?? He plays football, is popular, has a bunch of friends, treats you nice! You would be insane not to like him!! So why does everything with him feel so stale and forced? Shit now you’re thinking to much about this, Ellie is just getting in your head.

So when it was 11pm and your boyfriend Alex picked you up you made sure to make him the only thing on your mind, hanging around him, being touchy, anything to convince you that you love him. “Baby can you get me a drink” He ask smiling kissing your cheek “Yeah of course” You smile walking over to the kitchen grabbing a red solo cup filling it up with punch when as you look up, there she in. Ellie..

“Real gentleman you picked out.” Ellie says sarcastically drinking out of her red solo cup clearly tipsy if not drunk. “What..” You sigh looking up at her.. “I said real gentlemen. I mean because he’s grabbing your drinks and all!” She smiles looking at you right in the eyes.

“Why the fuck do you suddenly care so much Ellie.” You say annoyed looking at her. “I don’t care I just know you could do better..” She shrugs looking at her red solo cup the confidence disappearing after that sentence. “Who’s the magical person who’s better for me then Ellie?” You look up at her

Ellie sorta shrugs. She wants to say her but she rather skip on border school because her stupid crush on you, if her parents found out Ellie would be kicked out in a matter of seconds. “I don’t know, just someone better” you just slowly nod as Ellie finishes her sentence “Thanks for that great speech Ellie.” Ellie grabs you arm as you try and leave. “When did you start settling for low?” Ellie ask looking at you “Fuck you” You push her.

Ellie pushes you back “You’ve changed” You quickly shoot back “You act like you fucking like me!” you say probably to loud “You seem like a dyke Ellie.” You don’t even know why you said that!..well you sorta do. It was to cover your own ass, it was better to say that then “I think i’m in love with you Ellie”. Ellie almost immediately steps back and walks out which prompted you to follow “Ellie I didn’t fucking- fuck.” You can’t even finish your sentence before she’s gone, at this point you’re almost sure you just fully screwed up your whole friendship.

(Sunday 3:47am)

You can’t fall asleep knowing you called Ellie that, it was a heat of the moment and you didn’t even fucking mean it, it felt so much easier then admitting you think you love her? What if she didn’t feel the same when, then the whole school knows you like girls and next thing you know your parents find out and you’re getting sent to a border school to be “corrected”! Fuck, fuck, fuck. You get out of your bed throwing on a t shirt and sweatpants, what are you even doing??

You quickly sneak out your window and start running to Ellie’s house which is about a 7 minute normal walk. As you run up you notice that Ellie’s bedroom light is on, so sneakily climb up onto the roof, you used to do that a lot during summer after your mom would say no to a sleepover but once you climb up Ellie’s window you lightly knock on it.

After about a minute and a half she opens the window and sees it’s you almost immediately shutting it. Before Ellie can shut it though she puts her palm on the window. “Ellie can we talk” You ask genuinely nervous she might say no.. “No, i’m studying?” Ellie completely lies but she just needs a shitty excuse “Ellie it’s Sunday can I just come in. Please.” At this point it’s like your begging and Ellie eventually opens the window fully. You step in looking at her “I’m so sorry” you say almost immediately “Mhm” Ellie replies, she doesn’t wanna here stupid ass sorry’s

“Ellie” You say looking at her.

And as soon as Ellie looks up you lean forward and kiss her. Ellie moves her hands on your face and you do the same..

But that moment is cut almost immediately right after when Ellie’s father walks in..

A/N -> I hope this is okay for my first post!! I’ve been reading on tumblr for about a month now and I thought making something could be interesting. I might make a part 2 depending on if I feel like it considering this story ends on a cliff hanger 😭

[reesespeanutbutterfuck]

love marks & battle scars

[rival! enemy! ken sato x baseball teammate! undercover KDF agent! reader]

part 3

part 2 | part 4

pairing: ken sato x reader

cw: unproofread, rivals to lovers, enemies to lovers, eventual ANGST, cursing, hardcore!intimidating!reader, matsui’s daughter!reader, cursing, minimal details are modified to fit into the storyline, girldad!kenji, reader becomes emi’s mother figure, goofy ahhhh writing as usual

ken sato, your egotistical new teammate has been ticking you off and thinning your patience, being a threat to your place in yomiuri giants.  

ultraman, your nemesis who always gets in the way of your job in the kdf, that you only joined in hopes of finding leads and getting clues to track your parents. 

and somehow you even ended up co-parenting his… kaiju daughter. something you never signed up for.

Ken brooded for a while as your last conversation—that obviously didn’t go well—replayed like a broken record inside his head.

He came home that night while your words echoed in his ear. He isn’t mad at you, nor was he hurt. Okay, a little hurt. Although he didn’t take what you said personally. Everything on his plate right now is a mess. The infant pink lizard under his care right now, the whole saving lives as Ultraman gig, Shimura’s nagging, your judgment, his dad’s expectations for him as Ultraman. Everything is too difficult to juggle altogether and he’s not cut out for all this. He just wants to play baseball.

Maybe you were right.

Maybe he is being a burden to the team. But like everyone else, he’s trying. Why isn’t he enough? Is it a sign of weakness to want a break?

He used your gel pad to relieve the pain below his eye where he took a good hit. Even if you’re still angsty with him, he thanks you for the ice pack. If you hadn’t given him yours, he would’ve used a makeshift one, or his cold canned drinks.

The next games are in a few days. After putting the baby kaiju to sleep, he searched about you on his projection computer. Careful not to wake the sleeping baby, he clicked on one of the cams focused on you in a game. You never miss a bat, your pitches are good, your movements are precise. You really are that player. He looked at you intently in the video, maybe if he watches you through the screen frequently, he’ll learn from you. 

He eyed your moving figure. You were zoomed out yet even so he can see your face. He combed his hair with his fingers as a small smirk appeared on his face unconsciously. His expression darkened while staring at you through the screen intently. Oh, he will prove you wrong. He’s not a burden. He knows that deep inside, you’re wrong. Just you wait and he’ll prove just how hardcore he can be, just like you.

When he realized he was mindlessly staring at you for too long, he stopped the video then switched the video to a video of his mom talking to the camera and cheering him on. Ken’s expression slowly went from his smirk to a warm, solemn smile in front of his mom’s projection, reminiscing the precious moments he had with her. His lips quivered. If only she were here, she’d make the burden of his sufferings at least a little less heavy and more bearable. 

”Mom, what am I supposed to do?”

He heard the baby kaiju as it cooed inside the containment glass behind his back, seemingly curious about what’s playing on the projection monitor. Ken didn’t even notice that she was stirred awake. Thankfully, she wasn’t in a crying mood tonight. Because Ken saw her curious about his mother, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he introduces her.

“This is my mom, Emiko Sato.” Ken tried to introduce his mom’s face to the kaiju. She smiled, as if she understood what he had just said, that made Ken involuntarily smile too, reflecting hers. “Emiko… Emi.” he looked down in deep thought. “From now on, I’ll call you Emi.”

He remembers the saying that goes, “Once you name it, you’ll get attached to it.” A load of bollocks. Of course that’s not happening since soon he’ll be leaving the kaiju to where it rightfully belongs, in Kaiju Island, its natural habitat. The name is just to identify her because to be honest, he doesn’t know what else to call it instead of a kaiju baby, which is overrated.

He placed his hand against the glass separating him from the Kaiju whose name is now Emi. Emi also smiled at him behind the glass, like she agrees with the name given to her. Ken feels a sense of pride in his chest. At least now, he’ll have someone to remind him of his mom. A fragment that’ll remind him of her, even temporarily.

—

Shimura called the whole team for training the next day. He was still mad about the humiliation he got when Ken initiated a brawl in court. So he was subtly extra hard on Ken today while training. Although after hours, the training was interrupted when some permitted journalist arrived, spoke to Shimura and excused all players for a short interview.

“We’ll call it a day. After the interview, you can all go home and rest. Plenty, so you don’t screw up the next games.” Shimura announced, looking at Ken in his last phrase, obviously referring to him in the screw-up bit. Afterwards, Shimura left the team to walk toward the interview site closely to supervise the interview.

Ken sat himself at the bench while some of the members were interviewed individually. They had a specific list of names, but he doubts he’ll be called, especially not after the brawl he started a day ago. He can hear the voice of the interviewers and the answers of his teammates as a background noise from the close proximity while he lifts his head to look at the ceiling while he rests, wiping the sweat off his sweaty neck.

“Sato, how are your bruises?” Yoshida, a teammate, sat beside him. It wasn’t a sarcastic question but one with concern laced on it, yet still keeping it civil. Some others followed and also sat nearby.

“Glad you asked. I didn't even feel a thing.” Ken sarcastically answered. He’s used to his teammates striking conversations and his teammates are also used to him not being interested with idle chat.

No attachments, no strings, no friends, no nothing. 

That’s what he swore upon himself. Soon, he’s going to leave Tokyo and go back to LA. It’s not that he hates it here, but he just likes LA more. Everything in Tokyo reminds him of the tragedy of his mother and the way his own father traded them for his responsibilities as Ultraman.

Yoshida laughs his snarky, informal response off and takes it lightly. Before he could follow up, another teammate from behind Yoshida tried to converse with Ken. “How long have you been playing baseball? Who inspired you? You know, your favorite player?”

There it goes. They’re getting him to talk about himself. And for Ken, it’s hard to resist not talking about himself. Okay, whatever, just this once.

“Hideki Matsui.” Ken proudly answered, yet based on his teammates’ faces, they were disappointed with his answer. Ken worried for a split-second if he said something wrong. “What? He's always been a childhood favorite of mine. He's good, right?”

“Undoubtedly.” another teammate remarked. “Well, would you still idolize Matsui if you find out he’s not a good person nor a good parent?”

Ken’s brows crossed. “Matsui has a kid?”

“A daughter, particularly.” Fucile, the redhead answered with a wince like he knew this topic very well yet is distasteful. Ken only found out about it now. “The poor girl,” he added.

Yoshida nudged Fucile like he leaked classified information and that they’re not supposed to let Ken know about that, which only sparked Ken’s curiosity more. “How do you say he’s not a good parent?”

His teammates looked at each other like they fucked up, it can be read from their expression that they don’t know what to reply. Like there’s a certain information they’re trying to protect.

“Well… because he–uh…” Yoshida’s hands flew everywhere, finding the words to say and struggling to think of a way to explain it to him.

“Because he constantly pressures his daughter to perfection.” You casually butted in their conversation. They didn’t even notice you there!

The boys who started the gossip’s faces lost color and halted, just like a deer in headlights. The words ‘WE’RE FUCKED’ basically written on their foreheads. They’re that scared of you? Why? How does this topic concern you?

“We didn’t tell him anything else… He…”

You looked over to them, and twisted a corner of your lip slightly upward.

“Oh, I’ll tell him, then.”

“[L/N]–”

“He’s a part of the team, isn’t he?” you looked back at Sato. “It’s only proper he knows.” he looked directly at him, which he returned with the same intensity. 

The team was silenced. Ken’s eyes moved left and right without moving his head away from facing you, but it seemed that there really is no one who wants to talk about it. No one but you. So he faced your standing figure with his whole body this time while he was seated. He can’t help but observe how you’re talking to him right now, yet you still keep a lot of distance between you and him on purpose.

“Knows what?” He waited for you to start.

You sucked air through your nose before starting the narration while still keeping yourself composed. 

“He wasn’t always like that.” you began, but Ken still looked as puzzled as before. “Matsui used to be family-oriented. He loved playing baseball with his daughter on their lawn in their old house during his day-offs when he was still an active player in the Giants. He’d always make time. But then, when his wife died because of doing dangerous business in some organization, Matsui’s soul died with her.” 

You inhaled another breath to avoid showing emotion while continuing the part of the story that’s the hardest to tell. 

“Everything changed when his wife died. He became cranky and he started to despise everything he once loved. Including baseball. He blamed the death of his wife to his daughter, even the things that were out of her control. He detached from her and never showed any love for her after, only high, unrealistic expectations and the shame of having her as a daughter.”

He didn’t know his idol was this cruel to his own daughter. While Kenji was listening intently as he absorbed the information, your face senselessly looked gloomy, you guess no matter how you suppress it, it’s still stronger than you. You shook it off and continued.

“He regained his love for baseball, but he never mended the bond he had with his daughter again. Now, he’s living off of his lasting passion for baseball and supporting his former team, that's now ours. Yet even after his retirement, he’s being more irritable because his former team keeps getting a streak of losses. And for sure, he’s going to lash out on his daughter for that, again.”

Not even a second after you mouthed the last word, Shimura called you from the interview site. Just as when you were about to tell him one more important detail. Actually, two. But this calls for a different time, you guess. You coldly turned away and braced yourself for the worst of the interview questions. Some of the questions are from fans from social media. A wave of guilt struck Ken again, yet he didn’t tear his eyes away from your figure.

Because of the silence that followed the story you told, they heard the interview questions directed to you.

“[Y/N L/N], what will your father say about the streak of all the games you lost, especially with the way Matsui’s obsessed with keeping the Giants’ record flawless?” was only one among the questions simultaneously thrown by the interviewers eager to get your statement.

Ken’s eyes squinted. “Wait, what does Matsui have to do with her?” 

Yoshida and the other teammates looked at each other, hesitant to answer his question and elaborate.

“Sato, we’re going to hold your hand in our heads as we tell you this,” Fucile told him as an expression. “She told you the story anyway, now it’s up to us to tell you the context. The very Matsui’s daughter we’re talking about? That’s her, [Y/N].”

Ken’s jaw fell. “Matsui’s daughter? That Matsui?”

“Yeah. [Y/N L/N], Hideki Matsui's daughter. Doesn't really have a close relationship with her dad since her mom died. It’s not a secret but it’s also not something she parades. We’re surprised you don’t know, we really didn’t want to be the ones to tell you.”

“She’s Matsui’s daughter?!” Ken cannot control the utter shock he’s going through. First, upon finding out Matsui isn't a good parent and has a kid he wasn't aware of, and now, the kid is you?

“You gotta stop calling her that or she’ll beat your ass. She doesn’t like being associated with him. I think it’s because people think she’s where she is because of him just because they’re related.” Yoshida shh’ed Ken.

“Why did I never know of this?” Ken caressed the side of his brow. If they know this much about you, you must’ve been really a long time member of the Giants. Yet you’re still distant with your teammates, like he is. But it's notable how the teammates seemed to know about your family history, so it's possible to know more about you, after all.

“It's not mentioned frequently in the media anymore because it's like a taboo thing, we don’t know. She uses her mother's maiden last name as her last name and it’s also the one written on her jersey. But she's still Matsui by birth.”

Ken stole a glance of you while you were being interviewed. You were wearing the sharp gaze you naturally had while looking at the camera recorder.

He felt as if he had been living under a fucking rock.

—

You drummed the table with the pads of your fingers waiting for Aoshima’s call. He emailed you privately that there is an urgent matter he has to talk to you about. You were about to bring up your suspension and say “doesn’t suspension mean cut off from work, meaning even calls from work?” but you know he’d be pissed and you’d just set yourself up with an extension of your suspension.

After coming home for baseball practice, you washed yourself in a hot shower rinsing off the sweat and dirt that you accumulated and immediately got ready for this meeting. When the caller ID Capt Aoshima flashed on your computer, you de-hunched your back and sat up straight before clicking answer.

“Agent Saturnine, apologies for the sudden meeting at this late hour, but I have news for you.”

You fidgeted with your ballpoint pen while looking at the camera. “I’m listening.”

“I’m lifting your suspension off,” you gaped your mouth in surprise and waited for what he has to say next, “In exchange, I’m assigning you to a new mission.”

A new mission? What might it be?

Aoshima waited for your reply for him to proceed. You crossed your fingers on the computer table and leaned in with interest.

“Anything.”

“Your new mission is to know about Ultraman’s identity. Find who Ultraman is, behind the mask, and surrender him to the KDF.”

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Is Trey Cater a ship where Cater is an unhinged little freak and Trey is normal, or is it a ship where Trey gets to be an unhinged little freak and Cater is suddenly realizing in horror he's more normal than he thought.

Or are they little freaks together?

-@official-nrc-prophet

(Choosing Beetlejuice bc asking this is to me what is calling his name three times is to him)

Oh boy, I need a moment to get my thoughts in order. I do apologize if it becomes eventually hard to follow. There are too many thoughts running through my mind to capture them all in a sorted manner.

Actually 🤓☝️ They're two freaks in two entirely different directions who are both unleashing the others' freak but also taming it at the same time.

That is, if Cater would Trey allow to do so.

We've seen in canon multiple times that Trey looks through Caters Charade (two major moments I have in mind are Post-OB in Book 1 and the Wish Upon a Star when Trey asks Cater what his wish is) - Something we don't see often in canon.

But we have also seen moments where Trey has unintentionally gave Cater a little freedom to be himself: Not having to pretend to like sweets (Post-OB in Book 1), being Caters choice to "go for a little spin on the dance floor" (Firelit Sky Event) and given they've been roommates since their first year, I doubt those were the only times either.

I do like to think that Trey is genuinely Caters grounding point (as much as Cater allows him to be. He's got quite a lot of commitment issues which are indirectly confirmed in canon but that's another story). Caters type of freak is his fake self which gets fueled by whatever person around - But it takes a lot to make him drop the act or even just knock on the huge wall he has built up to shield his true self.

And Trey has built a camp in front of that very wall, prepared for Cater to let him in eventually (and he does seem to be quite persistent in canon).

Trey, on the other hand,, Where to even start with this guy? I can only imagine there are equally little people who knows how much of a fucking weirdo (affectionate) he is - One of them is 100% Rook. And I don't doubt that Cater is another one of those few people.

Unfortunately I don't have much canon to go on, so this is purely based on my own analysis and opinions (with a bit of HCs mixed in there but I'm trying my best to keep them out of the equation. After all, you asked for their dynamic, not for my silliness).

Trey is the prime example of the Oldest Child syndrome. Teaching his younger siblings, making sure they brush their teeth which lead to the point that he took this trained behavior with him to NRC where he's now conditioning Ace and Deuce (and I don't doubt others as well) to brush their teeth regularly. He most definitely helped his siblings in other ways too. He's the Vice Housewarden, the "Mom" as many twst fans like to call him (I truly dislike them for that but that's smth else) - A submissive position, especially if someone like Riddle is above you.

I'm going too much into a Trey analysis..

My point is: Just like Cater, Trey is rarely himself but they're extremely different in how similar they are. Cater is playing the act of that extroverted friend with too much energy and silliness, Trey is the quiet friend who is calm and friendly. In reality, it is Trey who would be the freak and Cater the quiet one.

So, to come back to your initial question:

If Trey and Cater would be alone in a casual fashion (no romantic intention, just two buddies alone in a room, chilling) and Trey would suddenly show a little spot of his true colors, I can only imagine Cater going something along the lines of "Holy shit dude, you're so much different than you show- And I thought you were the normal one between us." Trey would simply counter by pointing out Caters hidden true self with painful precision.

I tried to limit myself as close as possible to your question, or else I would've written a whole essay on why they're the best couple in twst.

[aihoshiino]

Hi hello!! I adore your oshi no ko analyses and chapter reviews/thoughts! I always make it a point to, whenever a new manga chapter releases, always to read your reviews after reading the chapter =3=

I wanted to ask!

What are some of your Hoshino Ai headcanons?

I had a very silly one for quite a while ever since the DVDs were brought into the story and that is when Ai recorded them, there were times she had to stop what she was saying and walk out of frame after hearing baby Ruby crying or something like that. Just having the twins interrupt her and just turning into a wholesome, funny thing for Ai.

GOD I HAVE SO MANY AI HEADCANONS I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START… I'm constantly playing Blobo TV with her in my brain both for RP/fanfic purposes and also just for when I'm bored at work lol so I have so many in my head… So I'll rapidfire a bunch off the top of my head!

Ai can't cook! Most of her meals are premade stuff or like, bentos bought from supermarkets, etc. She was never taught literally Anything about cooking when she was younger so she has zero instinct or starting knowledge or lbr even time to try and learn, but she commits to at least trying once Aqua and Ruby are born. She is absolutely not good at it even when she really gets her nose to the grindstone but eventually becomes passable. Ironically, she's actually better at baking then cooking, because baking recipes are WAY more precise and exact and she has an easier time when she has a set of Very Exact Step By Step Instructions to follow.

On a food note, she has really bad spice tolerance…!!! Anything hotter than like, the medium spicy Golden Curry range is so far out of her strike zone it isn't even funny. Ruby is the same (a hold over from eating mostly bland food as Sarina) but Aqua really likes spicy stuff and his tolerance is really good as a result. Unfortunately, he also doesn't really realize just how high his tolerance is - it was way worse as Gorou so he keeps underestimating how hot things are. So anytime Ai is like "hey Aqua how spicy is this" he's like "oh it's not too bad" and then Ai takes a bite and dies and it takes years before they manage to figure out the differences in their tolerance LOL

She's a little clumsy…! It's a side of her people rarely see because she's so graceful and careful as an idol, but the #1 way to tell she's comfortable with someone is that they're allowed to see her being a bit of a failgirl.

I mentioned this in another ask but I like to think she gets back into video games on her hiatus… not super deep, but she grabs a cheap secondhand GBA SP and one of those carts that's like 20 puzzle games in one or something and keeps playing it even after she goes off hiatus. Since she's so busy, it's easier for her to get into things like Tetris where your play sessions don't have to be that long and there's no story to follow… anything like an RPG would be no good. Eventually one year, Aqua and Ruby pool some money and get her a jailbroken DS or something for her birthday and even though she has a bajillion games on it, she mostly still just plays Tetris………..

She really wants to be a plant mom but her schedule means that she inevitably gets so busy she forgets to water them and they end up dying and she's depresso every time…

Appearance wise, between the twins, Aqua is actually the one who looks most like her - Ruby definitely does too but grows more into her own features as she grows up, whereas Aqua still really strongly resembles Ai even once he's all grown up.

She has a ton of those influencer ass hyperspecific trendy gadgets and appliances around the house, not because she buys them but because companies keep sending them to her in hopes of getting her to promote them and she never does LOL. If she actually gets a sponsorship deal through work then she'll do it, but even then it's mostly her just hyping something up and saying she uses it every single day when 90% of the time they just end up rotting at the bottom of her drawer. Pretty much the only thing she ends up regularly using is like, toiletries and hair care products and that's just because it saves her having to shop for them but she has absolutely zero brand loyalty.

As an adult, she copies a lot of her fashion sense from Miyako! Her style leans more girly and fresh than Miyako's does but Ai doesn't really care about clothes so she never developed a sense of fashion growing up. But she knows Miyako is a pretty stylish person and looks up to her as someone to emulate fashion from. Of course, when she's incognito or chilling at home, she still always prefers her comfy hoodies and sweaters and plain, loose clothes.

Ai likes Kana a lot! This was technically canonized in the Da Vinci interview and I felt so smug when I saw it lol. But I've always thought Ai would like Kana - she sort of vicariously enjoys her cheekiness and confidence and admires her drive and her passion and craft at such a young age. When Kana joins B-Komachi, Ai sort of recognises how much of her fire has gone out and its immediately like free daughter??? Free daughter for Hoshino Ai???? She and Mem also get along really well but because they're closer in age, the dynamic is more friendly coworkers whereas she and Kana have a more senpai/kouhai surrogate mom figure thing going on.

she's our strongest aqukana warrior btw

Aaaand finally… If Ai had ever found out about Aqua and Ruby's past lives, she would have loved and accepted them all the same. If anything, knowing just how terribly alone and starved of care they both were would have encouraged her to make sure they felt loved, safe and accepted as her kids. After all, Ai, too, is a "motherless child" as Tsukuyomi describes the twins - she'd absolutely understand.

[fantasblog]

Chapter 4: The Arrival of Euclid and Scalene/ Into the Null Space** (Scibill au/shift falls)

As the swirling vortex of the dimensional rift stabilized, the air around the clearing grew heavy with an otherworldly energy. The team—Stanford, Stanley, Dipper, Mabel, Wendy, and Bill—stood in tense anticipation, unsure of what lay beyond the rift. Suddenly, the vortex pulsed with a bright flash of light, and two new figures emerged from the rift.

The first was a blue triangle-shaped figure, smaller than Bill, with a sharp, angular form and a small, black bow tie. His expression was one of cold calculation, his eyes gleaming with intelligence and an almost clinical detachment. This was **Euclid**, Bill Cipher’s mom.

Beside him floated a larger red triangle, a more imposing presence with a black top hat that hovered just above his head. His gaze was piercing, and his aura radiated an overwhelming sense of power and control. This was **Scalene**, Bill’s other mom.

Stanford's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the two new beings. He instinctively knew who they were—or at least, what they were. "More of them…,” he whispered, stepping back cautiously. “They’re like Bill.”

Bill Cipher’s confident demeanor faltered as he locked eyes with his parents, his usual cocky grin replaced by something that looked uncomfortably close to fear. “Mom. Other mom,” Bill said flatly, his voice betraying the tension in the air. “I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

Euclid floated closer, her eyes narrowing at Bill. “It’s been a long time, son. You’ve been busy, haven’t you? Stirring up chaos across dimensions, escaping the fate of your home world. It seems you’ve gotten… comfortable.”

Scalene hovered beside Euclid, her voice low and commanding. “You’ve managed to survive longer than we expected, Bill. But I suppose you always were more resourceful than the others. Still, that doesn’t excuse what you’ve done—turning your back on us. Fleeing. Escaping the Euclidean Massacre.”

Stanford’s analytical mind kicked into gear as he listened. These two weren’t just more dimensional beings; they were Bill’s parents. And they were far more dangerous than he had anticipated. He glanced at Bill, then back to the new arrivals. “Who are you?” he demanded, trying to mask the fear in his voice. “What do you want with Bill?”

Euclid’s eyes flicked over to Stanford, regarding him with cold disdain. “Ah, the human. Stanford Pines, is it?” Her voice was sharp and precise. “You’ve been quite the nuisance. An interdimensional criminal, dabbling in things you don’t understand. No wonder our son took an interest in you.”

Scalene smirked, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Bill’s muse. How quaint. You’ve caused quite the stir, Stanford. Interfering with our plans. You see, Bill may have abandoned us, but we haven’t forgotten him—or the mess he left behind.”

Stanley, ever the protector, stepped in front of Stanford, his fists clenched. “Hey! You got a problem with my brother, you’ve got a problem with me!”

Bill floated forward, his gaze darkening as he addressed his parents. “Leave them out of this. Whatever you want, you deal with me. I left for a reason. You two went insane—became chaotic, destructive. I didn’t want any part of it.”

Euclid’s expression remained cold. “Chaotic? Perhaps. But we saw the truth, Bill. We saw that order was nothing but a limitation on power. You ran because you were afraid—afraid of what you could become.”

Scalene’s voice dripped with a mixture of disappointment and condescension. “And now, look at you. Playing games with mortals. Hiding in this pitiful dimension with these weaklings.”

Bill clenched his fists, his usual smugness gone. “I’m not like you. I found my own path.”

Stanford, taking in the situation, finally stepped forward. “Whatever your reasons, you’ve come here for something. What do you want with Bill—and with this dimension?”

Scalene turned her gaze back to Stanford, her eyes narrowing. “We’ve come to reclaim what’s ours. Bill has avoided us for long enough, but his little games have finally caught up with him. And as for this dimension…” She trailed off, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “We see potential.”

Euclid nodded in agreement. “The anomalies you’ve been experiencing—those dimensional rifts—are just the beginning. The barriers between worlds are weakening. Soon, this dimension will be consumed by chaos, just as ours was.”

Mabel and Dipper exchanged worried glances, the gravity of the situation sinking in. “What do we do?” Mabel whispered to Dipper, her usual optimism replaced by fear.

Before Dipper could respond, Bill spoke up, his voice full of defiance. “You’re not taking this dimension. You’re not destroying another world.”

Euclid raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what do you plan to do to stop us?”

Bill’s eyes burned with a fierce determination. “Whatever it takes.”

Stanford, now standing side by side with Bill, nodded. “We’ll fight back. We’ve faced worse before, and we’ll face this too.”

Scalene laughed, her voice echoing through the clearing. “You think you can stop us? How adorable. But very well—let’s see how long your defiance lasts.”

With that, Euclid and Scalene floated back toward the rift, their presence still looming over the group like a dark shadow. “This isn’t over,” Euclid said coldly. “We’ll be watching.”

The rift shimmered, and with a final burst of energy, the two vanished back into the vortex, leaving the group in stunned silence.

Bill hovered in place, his expression unreadable. “They won’t give up,” he said quietly. “They’ll come back. And when they do, they’ll bring everything they’ve got.”

Stanford placed a hand on Bill’s shoulder. “Then we’ll be ready. Whatever they have planned, we’ll face it together.”

The team gathered around, united in their resolve. Gravity Falls had faced countless threats before, but this was unlike anything they had ever encountered. The stakes were higher, the enemies more dangerous—but they weren’t backing down.

As the rift shimmered and closed behind Euclid and Scalene, the air in the clearing felt heavy. The looming threat of Bill Cipher's parents—ancient, powerful beings—cast a shadow over the group. The danger wasn’t just a personal conflict for Bill anymore. It was a battle for the survival of their entire dimension.

Stanford Pines stood alongside Bill, his mind racing. The return of Bill’s parents had complicated things immensely. If Euclid and Scalene truly intended to unleash chaos on Gravity Falls, it meant the dimensional fabric itself was in danger of collapsing.

“We need a plan,” Stanford finally said, breaking the tense silence. His voice was steady, but there was no mistaking the urgency behind it. “Those two won’t stop until they’ve torn this world apart.”

Stanley, arms crossed and still simmering with anger, spoke up. “You heard ‘em—they want to bring chaos here like they did to their own world. We need to find a way to stop them, once and for all.”

Mabel stepped forward, her eyes wide but determined. “They seemed really powerful, though. How do we fight something like that?”

Dipper, who had been staring at the now-closed rift, turned to face the group. “We need to learn more about them—what they are, what they’re capable of. If they’re like Bill, maybe there’s something in the journals or in the portal notes that can help us.”

Bill, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, finally spoke. “You’re right, kid.” His voice was tense, devoid of its usual smugness. “But don’t get your hopes up. Euclid and Scalene aren’t like me—they’re far worse. They embraced the chaos of the multiverse in ways even I wouldn’t. And they’ve had centuries to grow stronger.”

Stanford frowned. “What exactly are they capable of? You need to tell us everything.”

Bill hesitated. For the first time, the trickster demon seemed genuinely unsure. “They don’t just break worlds—they twist them. Euclid’s a master of dimensional mathematics. He can calculate the structural weaknesses of a universe and tear it apart from the inside. And Scalene… she’s pure entropy. Anything she touches unravels. Order, stability—it all crumbles in her presence.”

Wendy, who had been silently absorbing the conversation, finally spoke. “Sounds like we’re going to need more than gadgets and journals to handle this.”

McGucket, who had been scribbling furiously in his notebook, suddenly looked up. “I reckon we might need to reinforce the dimensional barriers themselves! I’ve been workin’ on theories fer how to stabilize dimensional rifts—if we can reinforce Gravity Falls, maybe we can keep their influence out!”

Stanford nodded, intrigued. “That might work, but we’ll need to modify the technology we have. The portal tech I’ve built can detect dimensional weaknesses, but we need something stronger to contain or repel them.”

Bill hovered slightly above the group, arms crossed. “If you’re thinking of trying to fight them on a scientific front, you’re gonna need more than just machinery. They’re beings of pure chaos—unpredictable, uncontrollable. But… I might have something that could help. It’s risky, though.”

Dipper raised an eyebrow. “Risky? Coming from you, that sounds... concerning.”

Bill gave a half-smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, kid. It’s concerning. But desperate times, right? There’s a place in the multiverse—a kind of ‘null space’ between dimensions. It’s where I learned a lot of my tricks. There might be something there we can use to counteract Euclid and Scalene’s powers. But accessing it? Not easy.”

Stanford’s eyes lit up. “Null space… That could be a breakthrough. If we can tap into that, we might find something—some energy or force—that can oppose their chaos.”

Stanley, still wary of Bill, chimed in. “And how do we know this isn’t another one of your tricks, huh?”

Bill floated closer to Stanley, his expression serious. “Trust me, Sixer’s brother—I want them gone just as much as you do. You think I liked running from them? No. They want to tear this place apart, and I like this dimension. It’s fun. So, if you’re asking if I’m in this for myself—yeah, I am. But that also means we have a common goal.”

Stanford turned to the group. “We don’t have much time. Euclid and Scalene are preparing for their next move. If we’re going to stop them, we need to start gathering resources—both from here and from wherever this null space is.”

Mabel pumped her fist in the air. “Let’s do this! We’ve faced monsters, possessed gnomes, and time travelers. A couple of triangle demons? We’ve got this!”

Dipper, still thoughtful, nodded. “We’ll need to be smart about it. We should divide into teams—some of us should work on reinforcing the dimensional barriers here, and the rest of us will explore this null space Bill mentioned.”

Stanford smiled at Dipper’s initiative. “Good thinking, Dipper. I’ll stay here and work with McGucket on the dimensional barrier technology. Bill, you’ll lead the expedition to null space.”

Bill grinned, his confidence returning. “You got it, Sixer.”

Wendy stepped forward. “I’ll go with Bill. Someone’s got to keep an eye on him, right?”

Dipper, looking between Bill and Wendy, raised his hand. “I’ll go too. If there’s something out there that can help us stop Euclid and Scalene, I want to be part of finding it.”

Stanley clapped a hand on Mabel’s shoulder. “Looks like the rest of us will stick here and make sure Gravity Falls doesn’t fall apart while you’re gone.”

The team agreed, each taking their roles seriously. With the clock ticking, they had no choice but to trust in Bill’s knowledge and Stanford’s technology. Euclid and Scalene would return, and when they did, it would be an all-out war for the fate of the dimension.

As the group dispersed to prepare for their tasks, the sense of urgency hung thick in the air. The fate of Gravity Falls—and perhaps the multiverse itself—rested on their shoulders. The battle against chaos was just beginning.

The next morning, the team gathered outside the Mystery Shack. The sky was unusually cloudy, an eerie reflection of the looming threat. Bill, floating lazily in the air, was back to his usual smirk, though his eyes held a flicker of seriousness.

Dipper, Wendy, and Bill stood together, ready to embark on the mission into null space. Mabel, Stanley, and McGucket were already setting up the equipment to work with Stanford on the dimensional barriers, the hum of machinery filling the air.

Stanford approached Dipper and handed him a small, cylindrical device. “This is a dimensional tether. It’ll keep you anchored to our reality when you’re inside null space. Use it to find your way back. And be careful—null space is unpredictable. It doesn’t follow any of the normal laws of physics.”

Dipper nodded, slipping the device into his jacket pocket. “We’ll be careful, Grunkle Ford. Just… keep this place safe until we get back.”

Stanford patted him on the shoulder, glancing over at Bill. “You’re going to need him in there. Whatever happens, trust your instincts.”

Stanley, standing beside Mabel, raised an eyebrow at Bill. “Don’t get any ideas, Cipher. If you mess this up, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Bill’s eye rolled dramatically. “Relax, Sixer’s brother. I’m not looking to double-cross anyone. We’re all in this together now.” His expression grew a little more serious as he turned to Dipper and Wendy. “You two ready? Null space isn’t exactly a vacation spot.”

Wendy slung her axe over her shoulder and cracked her knuckles. “I’ve been ready for weirder stuff since the zombie invasion. Let’s go.”

Dipper nodded. “Let’s do this.”

With that, Bill raised his hands, summoning a shimmering blue portal in the air. The edges crackled with energy, and the vortex swirled with unnatural force. “This’ll take us straight into null space. Just stick close to me, and don’t touch anything unless I say it’s safe.”

Dipper and Wendy exchanged a glance, then followed Bill into the portal. The world warped around them, and they were pulled into the strange, chaotic realm of null space.

---

**Inside Null Space**

The moment they crossed into null space, the difference was staggering. The landscape was a surreal, shifting expanse of shapes, colors, and dimensions that defied logic. Objects floated in and out of existence, and gravity seemed to bend and twist in random directions. The sky was a swirling mass of purples and reds, with flashes of green lightning arcing across the horizon.

Wendy whistled, looking around in awe. “Okay, this is definitely weirder than the time I saw a gnome spit up rainbows.”

Dipper held tightly to the dimensional tether, his eyes wide as he tried to make sense of the surroundings. “This place… it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. How do we even know where to go?”

Bill, floating above them, looked unusually focused. “Null space is a place between places—where the rules don’t apply. But there are *paths* here if you know how to look for them. We’re looking for a particular pocket of energy. It’s what Euclid and Scalene used to fuel their chaos back in our home dimension. If we can harness it, we can counteract their power.”

As they ventured deeper into the strange landscape, they encountered a series of floating geometric shapes—pyramids, cubes, and fractals—that shimmered and shifted as they passed. Occasionally, the ground itself would tilt, forcing them to adjust their footing or risk falling into an endless void.

Wendy glanced at Bill. “So, what’s the deal with your parents? You made it sound like they used to be normal. What happened to them?”

Bill’s eye darkened slightly as he floated along beside them. “They weren’t always like this. When I was younger, our dimension was a place of logic, structure. Euclid was obsessed with mathematics, and Scalene was focused on maintaining balance. But somewhere along the way, they became obsessed with the idea of *absolute* power. They started experimenting with chaos energy, and it changed them.”

He paused, his voice quieter. “I tried to stop them. But by then, they were too far gone. They wanted to destroy everything to remake it in their image. So I ran.”

Dipper frowned, trying to piece it together. “You didn’t destroy your own dimension, did you? Your parents did.”

Bill nodded. “They unleashed the chaos, and I barely escaped. They were too powerful to stop, so I came here. And now… well, they’ve found me. And if they have their way, this dimension will be next.”

Wendy raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve been running from them all this time?”

Bill’s eye narrowed. “I wasn’t *running*. I was surviving. There’s a difference.”

Before Wendy could reply, the ground beneath them shifted again, and a towering structure appeared in the distance. It looked like an impossible construction—a series of interlocking triangles and spirals that defied geometry, suspended in mid-air.

Bill stopped, his expression turning grim. “There it is. That’s the energy source we need to tap into. But getting close to it? That’s going to be the tricky part.”

Dipper stared at the structure. “What do you mean?”

Bill pointed at the shimmering shape in the sky. “That thing’s surrounded by chaos energy. One wrong move, and it could tear you apart—literally. You’d be unmade, scattered across the multiverse.”

Wendy smirked, gripping her axe tightly. “Sounds fun. What’s the plan?”

Bill floated closer to the structure, his eye narrowing in concentration. “You two will need to distract it.”

Dipper blinked. “Distract *what*, exactly?”

Before Bill could answer, the structure began to shift, and a massive form emerged from within it. It was an enormous, glowing creature made of pure chaos energy, its body constantly changing shape—one moment it was a serpentine figure, the next it was a mass of twisting limbs and eyes. The very air around it crackled with instability.

Bill grinned, his confidence returning. “That. You two keep it busy while I extract the energy we need. Try not to get yourselves erased from existence.”

Wendy gave a confident nod, while Dipper swallowed nervously. “No pressure,” Dipper muttered.

The creature let out a roar, its voice echoing through the distorted space. Wendy raised her axe, ready for a fight, and Dipper held onto the dimensional tether tightly.

“Alright, let’s do this!” Wendy shouted, charging toward the creature.

As the battle began, Bill floated toward the structure, his hands glowing as he began the delicate process of extracting the chaotic energy they needed. The next step in their journey was underway, and the fate of Gravity Falls hung in the balance.

Back at the Mystery Shack, Stanford and Mabel worked feverishly on the dimensional barrier equipment. The machine they were assembling was a complex array of circuits and energy nodes designed to reinforce the dimensional integrity of Gravity Falls. The atmosphere was tense, with everyone focused on their respective tasks.

Stanley, ever the hands-on guy, was busy making final adjustments. “Mabel, hand me that flux regulator,” he said, pointing to a small, intricate device on the workbench.

Mabel, carefully picking up the component, noticed a peculiar-looking suit hanging nearby. It was Stanley’s old space suit, which had been modified with various gadgets over the years. “Hey, Grunkle Stan, what’s this suit for again?”

Stanley glanced over his shoulder. “That old thing? It’s mostly for dealing with environmental anomalies. Figured it’d be good to have just in case. But don’t mess with it right now, Mabel. We’re on a tight schedule.”

Mabel, her curiosity piqued, couldn’t resist. “Just taking a closer look.” As she fiddled with the suit’s controls, a series of unexpected lights began flashing, and the suit emitted a low hum.

Stanley’s eyes widened. “Wait, Mabel, don’t—”

Before anyone could react, the suit’s built-in portal device activated, creating a shimmering vortex. Mabel, still inside the suit and unaware of the danger, was pulled into the rift along with Stanford, who had been trying to reach her.

Stanley’s shouts of alarm echoed as the portal closed behind them, leaving him alone in the workshop. “No, no, no! Mabel! Ford!”

---

**Inside Null Space**

Stanford and Mabel tumbled through the chaotic landscape of null space, their surroundings a dizzying blur of colors and shifting shapes. They landed with a thud on the uneven ground, disoriented but relatively unharmed.

Stanford groaned as he picked himself up. “Mabel! Are you alright?”

Mabel, dusting herself off, looked around in awe. “Whoa… where are we?”

Stanford, already adjusting his gear and scanning the area, replied, “We’re in null space. It’s an unstable, dimension-spanning void between realities. Not exactly where we intended to be.”

Mabel looked around at the swirling, ever-changing scenery. “This is incredible! But also kind of terrifying.”

Stanford nodded, his expression serious. “We need to find a way back to the Shack and fast. This place is unpredictable and dangerous. The suit’s portal must have malfunctioned and brought us here.”

As they began to move cautiously, trying to get their bearings, they noticed a distant, glowing structure in the landscape. It looked like a massive, geometric formation—a structure similar to the one Dipper, Wendy, and Bill were heading toward.

Mabel pointed to it. “That looks like it could be important. Do you think it’s related to what’s going on with Bill and the others?”

Stanford squinted at the structure, his mind racing. “It’s possible. We might be able to find some clues or even help them if we can get closer.”

They started making their way toward the structure, but the chaotic nature of null space made progress slow and treacherous. Every step seemed to alter the environment around them, causing the ground to shift and gravity to fluctuate unpredictably.

---

**Meanwhile, in the Battle Against the Chaos Creature**

Bill and Wendy were locked in a fierce battle with the chaotic creature, which continued to shift and morph with each passing moment. Dipper fought alongside Wendy, using a combination of tactics and bravery to keep the creature at bay.

Bill floated above them, concentrating on extracting the chaotic energy from the massive structure. “Hang in there! I’m almost done!”

Suddenly, a rift opened nearby, and Stanford and Mabel stumbled out, landing clumsily on the chaotic ground. The sudden appearance of the newcomers caught everyone’s attention.

Bill’s eye widened in shock. “Ford! Mabel! What are you doing here?”

Stanford, dusting himself off and looking around, replied, “We were pulled into null space by a malfunctioning portal device. We need to get back, but we saw the structure and thought it might help.”

Mabel, looking at the chaotic creature, added, “This place is wild! But it looks like you guys could use some help.”

Dipper, recognizing the gravity of the situation, rushed over. “We could definitely use some extra hands. The creature’s tough, and we’re not sure how long Bill can keep it distracted.”

Stanford quickly assessed the situation. “Alright, Mabel, stay close and follow my lead. We need to help Bill finish what he started. Once we’ve dealt with this creature, we can find a way back.”

With renewed determination, the group coordinated their efforts. Mabel used her resourcefulness to create distractions and provide support, while Stanford used his knowledge of dimensional theory to help stabilize the environment around them.

Bill, concentrating on the energy extraction, glanced at Stanford with a mix of relief and frustration. “I didn’t expect you guys to show up here. But since you’re here, let’s get this done.”

As the battle continued, the combined efforts of the group began to turn the tide. The chaotic creature, overwhelmed by their coordinated attacks and Bill’s extraction efforts, started to weaken.

Finally, with one last surge of energy, Bill managed to extract the chaotic essence from the structure, causing the creature to dissipate into the void.

Bill floated down, looking exhausted but satisfied. “We did it. The energy we needed is secured. Now we just need to get back to Gravity Falls and reinforce the dimensional barriers.”

Stanford nodded, his expression focused. “We’ve still got work to do. But with this energy, we might have a chance to stop Euclid and Scalene.”

With the chaotic creature defeated and the critical energy secured, the group prepared to return to the Mystery Shack. The journey had been perilous, but they had succeeded in their first step toward confronting the looming threat.

With the chaotic creature defeated and the critical energy extracted, the group began to prepare for their return to Gravity Falls. Bill Cipher, floating nearby, was still visibly drained from the intense battle.

As everyone gathered their things and began to regroup, Bill’s eye narrowed slightly, and he suddenly seemed preoccupied. “Man, I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

Dipper, wiping sweat from his brow, looked up. “Hungry? Now? We’ve got bigger things to worry about.”

Bill waved him off with a dismissive gesture. “I can’t help it. It’s been ages since I’ve had a proper meal. And this place? Well, let’s just say it’s not exactly easy to find a good snack.”

As if on cue, Bill’s gaze fell on the remains of the chaotic creature. The creature’s body had dissolved into a floating, shifting mass of chaotic energy, but a few remnants still floated around. Bill’s eye gleamed with an odd mixture of curiosity and hunger.

Without a second thought, Bill extended his mouth—an odd, distorted eye-mouth—toward the chaotic energy. He began to “consume” the energy, his mouth opening wide and swirling as he devoured the remnants of the creature. The process was unsettling to watch, as the chaos energy seemed to vanish into Bill’s form.

Stanford, observing with a mixture of horror and disbelief, stared. “Bill, what are you doing? That’s not—”

Before he could finish, Bill let out a satisfied sigh and then, quite unexpectedly, burped loudly. The burp echoed across the chaotic landscape, and a faint shimmer of leftover chaotic energy dispersed into the void.

Mabel, watching with a mix of amusement and disgust, chuckled. “Well, that’s one way to deal with leftovers.”

Bill floated back to the group, looking considerably more content. “Hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. I was starving, and that chaos beast was surprisingly filling.”

Wendy, trying to suppress a laugh, shook her head. “Man, you’re something else, Bill.”

Dipper, still trying to process what he had just seen, sighed. “At least you’re not hungry anymore. Let’s just get back to the Shack and reinforce those barriers.”

Stanford, though still uneasy about Bill’s choice of “snack,” nodded in agreement. “We need to return and prepare for the next phase. Euclid and Scalene are still out there, and we have a lot of work ahead of us.”

Bill nodded, his previous hunger now sated. “Alright, let’s head back. I’ll open the portal.”

With the chaotic creature’s remnants consumed and the group’s spirits lifted by their victory (and Bill’s unexpected burp), Bill floated up and began to conjure a new portal to take them back to Gravity Falls.

As the portal shimmered into existence, the group stepped through one by one, returning to the familiar, albeit still strange, reality of the Mystery Shack.

---

**Back at the Mystery Shack**

Upon their return, the group was greeted by a worried Stanley, who had been anxiously waiting for their return. His face lit up with relief when he saw them emerge from the portal.

“There you are! I was about to lose my mind,” Stanley exclaimed. “What happened? Are you alright?”

Mabel grinned, stepping forward. “We’re all good! Bill just had a rather… unconventional snack, but other than that, everything’s fine.”

Stanley raised an eyebrow, looking at Bill with a mixture of skepticism and disbelief. “I see. Well, I’m just glad you’re back.”

Stanford immediately got to work with McGucket and the team on reinforcing the dimensional barriers. The chaotic energy extracted from null space was integrated into the equipment, and the complex machinery began to hum with renewed power.

Dipper and Mabel helped out, setting up additional defenses and ensuring everything was in place for the coming confrontation with Euclid and Scalene.

As the preparations continued, the team knew they had only taken the first steps in a long and arduous battle. But with their combined efforts and newfound knowledge, they were ready to face whatever came next.

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[ananke-xiii]

usual disclaimer: this is just me thinking out loud, sort of, some of this stuff is probably incoherent or even incorrect, I'm just playing around with my obsessions lol, take it with a grain of salt.

Previously I've written that it's possible that Dean has inadvertently caused John to grow up without his father, Henry. Today I even dare to write that Castiel has accidentally ("accidentally" because he didn't know he was used as a pawn back then) caused "Mary's choice" by creating a causal loop where he sends Dean "back" in time causing the events to unfold as they did precisely because Dean was there.

In the episode "In the beginning" Cas sends Dean to the 70s saying he needs to stop "it" and that time is fluid and angels can bend it on occasion even if it's not simple. Then we have this dialogue:

Dean: Alright, if I do this, then the family curse breaks, right? Mom and Dad live happily ever after, and – and, Sam and I grow up playing little league and chasing tail? Castiel: You realize, if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam – you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die. Dean: I realize. Castiel: And you don't care? Dean: Oh, I care. I care a lot, but these are my parents. I'm not gonna let them die again. I can't. No, not if I can stop it.

There are too many "ifs" in this dialogue. So can the future be altered or not? Is time fluid and can be bent or not? It seems the answer to these questions is yes but let's see what happens next.

Castiel has Dean under the impression that if he manages to stop "it", the family curse breaks and Dean very much wants it to be broken even at the expense of the people that he has saved. But the more Dean tries to stop "it", the more he makes it happen. He goes to that farm to kill the demon and Mary follows him there. She was not on Azazel's radar because we hear him say this:

"Where the hell have they been hiding you?"

And I wonder who this "they" is.

Then, after all the drama, Cas goes to Dean and tells him not to feel bad because he couldn't have stopped it and he just wanted Dean to see the truth. This is when he says this:

"Destiny can't be changed, Dean. All roads lead to the same destination."

And that now Dean knows everything that "we" (the angels, according to Castiel) know.

Therefore, the answer to those questions and to all those "ifs" is a big fat no, right? Right?! The future cannot be altered and time is not fluid, well, that is, humans cannot alter the future and for humans time is not fluid. The angels spend a considerable amount of power to make humans believe so and I wonder why if all they, the angels, want is The End of Time, therefore they don't care about the future because they know (or they think they do) that time will inevitably end. Maybe they are not so sure after all. It seems to me that for creatures who are able to bend time and move through dimensions, angels ridiculously depend on humans' notion of time. Which, in turn, make them very powerless.

The episode ends with this dialogue which is insane to me:

Castiel: We know what Azazel did to your brother. What we don't know is why – what his endgame is. He went to great lengths to cover that up. Dean: Where's Sam? Castiel: 425 Waterman. You brother is headed down a dangerous road, Dean, and we're not sure where it leads. So stop it. Or we will.

There's something that doesn't add up AT ALL, or am I crazy? If destiny can't be changed and Dean couldn't stop it from happening and all roads lead to the same destination then why does Dean need to go to the destination of 425 Waterman to stop his brother from doing something that supposedly nobody (actually "we" who are, again, the angels according to Castiel before he knew the truth) really knows where it might lead while it was established that Dean can't stop jack shit and, on the contrary, the more he does, the more he's dooming himself and his family in the process? (okay that was a veeeery long question, you can breathe now).

Is it "destiny" that can't be changed or is it the past? 'Cause they either are the same thing or they're not. If destiny is the past then the question of free will changes significantly because time for the angels is fluid and they can bend it on occasion but it's not fluid for humans. If destiny=past and it can't be changed then all humans are left with is the capacity to accept it as it is, it's the only way to break "the curse".

If destiny and past are not the same thing, then why Dean couldn't change the past? If destiny is destiny and the past is the past, it shouldn't matter if the past is changed or not, should it? Because eventually destiny can't be changed and all roads lead to the same destination. And since this "destiny" can't be changed and Dean indeed didn't alter the future it therefore means that it was exactly what Dean did that helped cause the events in the past. What would have happened if Castiel hadn't made Dean think that he could have broken the family curse? If all Dean did in the 70s was walking around enjoying the view? Would the events still unfold as they did or not? Would it have been necessary for Michael himself to sweep in and "save the day" like he had to in "The Song Remains the Same"?

If this is the case, if Castiel acted as a sort of "agent of fate", then no wonder it's Castiel who must tear up the script by showing up in the story unannounced because he was the primary instrument that caused the story to happen in the first place. He cannot break the causal cycle because he is the cause. By showing up to Chuck's house and start making it up as he goes the loop is left to itself and will forever be happening while, in the "future", he helps events deviate from their supposed "destination". In this light, then, what Chuck says in s15 might be true, there might be other timelines where Cas does what he's told, i.e. keeping the timeline intact but it's not happening in "our" (the one we the audience see) timeline because it's a new branch that he himself has created to break from the impossibility of changing the "destiny", whatever it means, of that specific timeline.

I'm not sure if I'm making any sense but, like, time travels in SPN are insanely fun because they don't follow any consistency at all and are therefore interesting if you like to follow the thread and see what they might have gone if thoroughly explored.

[xxsugarbonesxx]

miguel tingz that wont leave my brain

a/n: I have a few thoughts on my wife Miguel that echo through the vast emptiness I call my noodle. Please be nice to me this is my first time :,(. Think of this as word vomit, enjoy. Or don't, I don't care, I'm not your mom. Slight NSFW at the end if you squint????

I think this is kinda like he retires as spidey and settles down. He marries (you in this senario) and has a couple kids, now that he doesn't have to save the universe constantly, he's much more relaxed, but his previous life does tend to slip out here or there.

Bro has a dad bod, his arms and legs are thick with muscle, he's still got those big ass hands and super strength. But now he was a chubby tummy, with lots and lots of hair. A thick happy trail that leads down to the base of his thick cock. Arm, leg and chest hair, maybe he's got a bit of a trimmed beard moment?? I feel like he has a short wolf cut now, something kinda shaggy but doesn't touch his neck just yet.

I feel like Miguel enjoys danishes. Stuff with light icing, flaky pastry insides and some sort of berry. I think he'd like cherry or black berry the most. Bear claws too, almond desserts 'n' such. But the danishes are the sweetest thing he can eat. His teeth are really sensitive to cold and sugar. But I like to think he get something sugar-y as a treat for himself very rarely and just powers through the discomfort.

He has a very thought out and meticulous hair routine. Maybe skin too, I dunno...but his bathroom sink is full of fancy product he uses, if you were to use some of it without his knowing, he'd know exactly how much was used by holding the container. He's very precise, mans has spent YEARS perfecting his routine to get everything just so. He likes feeling handsome and clean I feel.

He smells warm. Something cozy, like fresh citrus, firewood and dark chocolate. Paired with his natural musk, bro smells heavenly. He has a lot of colognes, fancy rich guy colognes to be more specific. The man is rolling in it. He keeps the lights on at the Spider Society, that power bill has to be atrocious by just looking at the architect of the building. And his universe is set in the future, so inflation has to make it even worse.

He dances like a dad. Specifically a dad who loves to embarrass his kid(s). Thought this was a normal get together and daddy dearest would finally behave? NOPE. I feel like he has that one song that just sets him off, that one song that makes him have his little 'dance like no body's watching moment'. So much so said kid(s) would shudder as the beginning would play. And he'd maintain eye contact through out it. He's dancing and he's staring his kid(s) down, the ultimate power move, reminding them there's nothing they can do and pops will always be there when they need him the least to embarrass them.

He'd be very warm and sweet and doting to his kid(s) and you, though he can kinda be sassy with them. But anyone outside of his circle, he'd be very cold like how we see him during the movie. He totally talks shit about people he doesn't like to you. "Can you believe Sonia's husband, he's such a tool. I really--I honestly just can't with him..." He'll say as he sighs, massaging his temple as he nurses a glass of red wine.

He's a wine mom, he'll end the week on the couch with a cheesy telenovela that he's lowkey obsessed with though plays it off like it's nothing. Sipping his glass curled up with you, going back and forth between watching the show and gossiping like a auntie. If you work, he needs to know the scoop. Tyler is married to Pamela but Pamela is swapping spit with that Melina? His undivided attention.

He cuddles. If you've every shared a bed with a bernese mountain dog, you know what I'm talking about. His whole body weight on you, his head on your shoulder and his legs tangled with yours. I feel like he sleeps naked, skin on skin, keeping you nice and warm all night long as he snores. He cock warms too, his fat cock pushed deep inside you, your velvet walls cradling his length as you two spoon. If he wakes up first, he'll slowly buck his hips into you with his nose buried into your hair. The sound of soft claps and sweaty grunts as your wake up call.

[aspoonofsugar]

What are the seven deadly sins and what do they mean in Helluva Boss? Does sin exist in that world?

Hi!

I have spoken a little of the sins here. In short, I think that the point of the sins is that they can be mitigated and redeemed by love:

Lucifer, King of Pride, goes from a selfish pride broken by shame to a selfless pride empowered by love. He is initially stuck in his own head, but he is called out by Charlie and eventually accepts to support her dream. As the series progresses, it is made clear Charlie herself is Lucifer's pride.

Asmodeus, King of Lust, believes that lust is an art to be enjoyed by both partners and is against coercion and sexual violence. Thanks to his bond with Fizzarolli, his healthy lust blossoms into romantic love.

Beelzebub, Queen of Gluttony, enjoys sharing alcohol and food with her community, so that they can indulge into gluttony together. She gains pleasure from her subjects' fun and feels bad when they are down. Basically, she is an empath, who is very sensitive to others' emotions.

Mammon, King of Greed, is the only sin so far with no positive declination. This isn't because greed can't ever be portrayed positively (look at Greed in FMA), but rather because Mammon exhibits no form of selfless love.

In short, the most positive sins are so because they are able to genuinelly love someone else:

Romantic love (Asmodeus)

Community love (Beelzebub)

Familial love (Lucifer)

This ties well with the main theme of the series:

Out for love, love Think of who you care about, protect 'em and be Out for love, love You're gonna fight without gloves And when that push comes to shove Yeah, you just might rise above, long as you're out for love

It would be interesting to see how this idea plays out with the remaining sins (Wrath, Envy and Sloth). Apart from this, I like how the series declines the sins in modern ways. So, for example:

Gluttony isn't just indulging into food, but if taken up to eleven can degenerate into addiction. A more positive declination is, instead, conviviality. After all, isn't it fun to eat together with others?

Greed isn't just love for money, but nowadays it becomes the embodyment of capitalism. And Mammon is just a great representation of it tbh. He has no talents, but that to steal from others and to commercialize everything.

Pride becomes one of the sins more intertwined with love imho. As Lucifer's arc is to overcome shame and to rediscover pride through his daughter. So, the whole point is that Charlie is his pride. At the same time, pride is what motivates Charlie tbh. She wants to make her family and her kingdom proud:

Charlie: Don't worry, Mom. I'll make you proud.

She wants to matter and to find pride in herself, so she can overcome her self-loathing. So, yeah, the Morningstars are a proud family.

Lust is the other sin mostly intertwined with love. To be precise it is initially juxtaposed to romantic love specifically:

Asmodeus: You singing love songs in my lustful lounge? Fizzarolli: Ozzie's ain't the place for sentimental sounds! Asmodeus: What'd you expect from a proprietor like us? Fizzarolli: Your demon host, Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust!

But this juxtaposition is eventually overcome. It turns out that love can make lust even better :P (Actually House of Asmodius is one of my favourie Helluva songs precisely because it is pretty deep thematically, I would love to write an analysis about it eventually)

So, here are my thoughts on the sins in the Hellaverse!

Thank you for the ask!

[homestuckreplay]

Jade Harley OSHA Violations Tally

(page 801-817)

On page 801, Jade ponders the volcano outside her window, reminiscent of WV’s actively volcanic planet on the left of p.703. Jade’s volcano has ‘been inactive for centuries’ but there is still ‘volcanic energy deep underground’, which I am sure will not be relevant or ever come up again.

The MAGIC CUE BALL ‘mak[ing] predictions with alarming precision and specificity’ but lacking a way to see this is a very good bit, but I’m more interested in the magic 8 ball. Jade has ‘tested it numerous times with certain facts [she] know[s] to be true’ but her knowledge comes from strange places. My working theory is that Skaia’s influence over Earth comes from a power source – the frog statue on Jade’s island – which she draws on just as her grandfather draws on the geothermal energy. So there’s two possibilities for the magic 8 ball – either it’s a genuinely powerful artifact that has been ‘scrambled’ by Skaia’s influence, or, it’s usually just a silly toy but becomes an actual predictive device under Skaia’s power, and it’s Jade’s knowledge that is incomplete.

Today being ‘NOT EXACTLY’ John’s birthday is on face a reference to this page being posted on October 24, not April 13 – Jade later explicitly breaks the fourth wall, so does she know this? Is it possible that John celebrates his birthday on 4/13, but wasn’t technically born then (hospital mistake, adoption, born in a different timezone so it wasn’t 4/13 in PT, etc…). Jade is always so certain she’s right even when she has no hard evidence, and the most interesting thing for her character would be having her deal with being wrong.

I hoped Jade’s fourth wall diversion would be interactive (page 812 even calls it an ‘interactive flash application’), but it’s a lucky player inside the computer who gets to play. I love Jade reacting to each click before the card is revealed, trying to give hints that the player completely ignores. It’s explicitly Jade letting the player do this, while John was completely unaware of the cursor (p.6, 19) although he did react to the wrong name on page 2. I think that in our John → Rose → Dave → Jade progression, as the characters get weirder, they also get more aware of the fourth wall.

It is very cool to see some of Jade’s inventions in practice. You can tell Jade made the cookalizer herself – anything where the settings are ‘Thaw’, ‘Cook’, ‘Irradiate’ and <large explosion> is not going to conform to health and safety guidelines. Clearly this is why Jade thinks Rose is ‘sort of hard [to] shop for’ (p.442), as Rose cares about generator safety and wouldn’t trust a weird gadget, while Jade is all about scientific experimentation at all costs.

Miscellaneous thoughts:

Is Jade calling a fursuit a ‘raggedy synthetic tufty piece of crap’ (p.802) the first time she’s really dunked on something?

Very funny that Problem Sleuth and Problem Sooth both exist in this universe. Which one is a parody of the other?

Jade’s crystal ball velvet pillow (p.803) matches Rose’s mom’s thank you note velvet pillow (p.373) in their respective text colors.

What is the DEAL with these fruits. Why won’t they settle down why are they ‘impudent’ like they’re puppets and did Jade get that word from Dave or vice versa??

No but seriously if you are a vegan or vegetarian reading this, would you eat fruits that jumped around and smiled I am genuinely curious

Rotary dials are so sexy but why is there no cheese, the most important chilled food, in Jade’s refrigerator?

‘dial up a thick T-bone steak’ (p.816) is a really good phrase that I’m going to start slipping into everyday speech. Gotta dial myself up some cheese and crackers

> Jade: Use science gadgets to drill hole in MAGIC CUE BALL.

[paperclip-skz]

Get Out of My Head

Minho x reader (enemies to lovers)

WARNING

contains: teasing, stimulation over clothes

WC: 1.1k

imagine: you and Minho have been dance partners, but haven't been able to connect with each other. Until Minho has an idea.

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I’ve been practicing for hours on end. Repeating the same movements as I was when Minho was here. God the nerve on him, I have been working my ass off for the entire week. I can’t deny he’s wrong though, I’m not comfortable with him. “What the hell is wrong with me” I voice to myself.

“I don’t know, you tell me” I’m startled by his low voice, echoing throughout the room. 

“Didn’t your mom ever tell you it’s rude to stare” I scoff at him, but I feel tingly on the inside, that he’s been watching me this whole time. Watching my movements, studying every twist and turn. Get out of your head Y/N. 

“Me. Rude? Never.” his body stalks to me making his tall figure known. “Do you remember what I said earlier?”

“What? The fact that I need to get comfortable with you to actually do the moves correctly? Yeah, I remember” I cross my arms over my smaller frame, trying to make my tiny body intimidating. I laugh at the thought, me intimidating to the Lee Minho. Yeah right, I have a better chance of looking intimidating to a Rottweiler.

“What’s so funny?” my thoughts escape me as I realize the close proximity. While I was off in my head he was stepping closer with every word. His hand gently creases my chin holding me still to meet his gaze. “Dance with me” his touch leaves me wanting more, and I curse at the thought. 

“What?” I breathe. 

“You heard me, dance with me. This is the only way that we can become comfortable with each other. Nothing precise, just dance” It's a good idea, this is the only way I know how to communicate, and it seems like this is the only way Minho can too. 

“Ugh, fine” I make my way to the middle of the studio contemplating what song he might choose. “Bam Bam” by Camila Cabello & Ed Sheeran pools through the speakers. I can’t help the small laugh and wide smile that plays on my face, he’s taking it slowly and I appreciate it. God help me, I appreciate Minho. 

“We’ll start with something simple” he jogs to my side and captures my body. We dance slowly to it, taking our time with the melting rhythm. I break our connection swaying my body to the melody. The second the music picks up Minho is back behind me, melting his body to mine making swift movement with each pound. I turn around waltzing with Minho, the smile we share is blinding. Minho dips my body bringing me back up and swaying with the beat once more. We’re close, really close but I don’t mind, right now all I’m doing is just dancing. A laugh breaks through the song, I realize it’s Minho’s rare chuckle that fills the room. With the final bang of the song, the room fades to silence. I can’t stop the smile on my face and I don’t think Minho can help his either.

“I have an idea” I skip to his phone where it’s plugged into the speakers, two can play this game. I type in “Don’t Go Yet” and race back to Minho. Camilo Cabello once again fills the rooms with her sweet melody. This song is a lot faster than the last, but Minho’s smirk seems to like the challenge. With my arms around Minho’s neck, I sway my hips with every strike of the beat, while Minho’s hands search my body. At the same time, his eyes search mine with any sort of retreat, but all he can find is a welcome party. Not even a second after, the music starts to speed up and Minho spins me in his arms and each step is matched with the melody. The score of the song breaks through the speakers, and before I know it I’m being lifted into the air. Minho’s arms keep me locked into place until the music goes back to its slower rhythm. The movements that capture us can’t be explained, I’m transported to a place where it’s just me and Minho, dancing like there’s no tomorrow. He sets me down going back to our comfortable sway.  At the climax of the song, I take a chance and leap into Minho’s embrace, he welcomes me and spins me around the room until the song ends. I laugh into his shoulder as he still holds me. His scent fills my body, mint and pure sweetness.

“No more easy stuff”  he sets me down on my feet as he retrieves a chair from the corner of the room. He sets it down in the middle of the studio and walks quickly back to his phone. I immediately recognize the song that fills the room, suddenly when Minho’s eyes meet mine, they're dark, sinful, and lustful. The beat is striking, punching the speakers, but that doesn’t stop our slow movements. Minho’s steps are slow, too slow, but when he finally reaches me his hands are searching for something, anything, a treasure that will never be found. 

The heat builds from my core all through my body, until he steps back and sits on the chair. “I won’t do anything until you show me you're ready” his low voice is so pure and honest, but I’m blinded by the growing heat that I can’t focus on anything but his lips. I make slower steps to him, straddling  his thighs and climbing my palms until my hands are resting on his chest and I’m straddling his lap. The score of the song chimes in and my hands search with every pound of the beat, exploring his body. He keeps his hands still at his sides itching to touch me. Yet again the climax of the song punishes the speaker.

“Fuck waiting” With a growl he grabs the nape of my neck and devours my mouth, exploring my tongue and worshipping my lips. It feels like hours, but only mere minutes, I pull away for a breath, and Minho gently bites my bottom lip making me hungry for more. Once I have that small needed breath it’s my turn to devour him. I grab hold of his neck pulling him closer to me, my breasts slam against his chest, and my breathing quickens with every stroke of electricity that vibrates through my body. His kiss matches with the same desperation I feel. My voice betrays me, and as a moan escapes between us, it earns me a low groan from Minho. I take that as a plea to keep going so I break our kiss only to return the touch with tracing kisses along his jaw. He smells fucking fantastic. The mixture of mint can only be described as male. The song has died, but we don’t break our intimate pursuit. My body moves on its own as it grinds against Minho's lap and Minho lets his hands roam as they please. I don’t try to stop him when his hands reach under my shirt and cup my breasts. I break away from my kisses to go back to my real treat.

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this is just a short story I don't think I plan on writing anything to proceed with this one.

[mysoulusesumbrellasinthesun]

I have decided that the Lalondes are Maori and furthermore I am more correct about this than anyone has ever been.

My evidence:

Rose

Engaged in a battle with her mother of who can say the most eloquent (and longest) karakia because she always hated saying them so now tries to continuously one up her mother by being slightly more precise with hers. Dinner is always an hour late because of this.

Despises the insistence of motherhood in Maori folklore (especially ones her mother teaches her) and finds them to be incredibly stifling.

She hates doing kapa haka and hates that women cannot do a full haka, so she puts on a one woman performance herself when she is young during a “ridiculous” matariki celebration her mother was putting on, and did a male haka by herself. Mom found this extremely adorable and insists on playing the video every Matariki, which Rose hates.

Her favorite nursery rhyme growing up was “One Day a Taniwha”

Rose loves taniwha, though she acts like she doesn’t.

On the meteor she wishes she had actually learned about her culture with her mother when she had the chance instead of only engaging with it ironically and feels very separate from the others on the meteor because of it.

After she is on the meteor towards the end of homestuck I think she reconciles her heritage with her lack of motherliness in the idea of women less as mothers but as powerful dangerous people (a la the goddess of death, Hine-nui-te-pō, who kills Maui with her thighs)

She is so annoyed with the lack of taking care of the land when they reach Earth C. She did not really consider Papatuanuku as her mother before but she realizes now after seeing how all the other kids and especially some of the trolls behave, acting like the land is something to be used and discarded she gets extremely annoyed. She, Roxy, and Jade bond over this.

Her mother gave her a Koru pounamu to celebrate her becoming a woman on her first period. She resentented it and refused to wear it, but eventually accepted it and passed it down to Roxy who was overjoyed to receive it.

She instead wears a Hei Tiki pounamu necklace Dave gave to her as a wedding present. She acts aloof about it but anyone who knows her can tell she is deeply moved by the gift. She keeps it on at all times.

Roxy

There is an inherent horror to looking all around you to see that Tangaroa has drowned his mother.

The idea that The Condesce, a colonizer, took over the world and left Roxy stranded on a tiny piece of land with almost none of her people or culture left, and she can never sail out on a waka like her ancestors or a sailboat like the ancestors of her ancestors to see other places, trapped in a tiny select space. It’s a horror I can’t really describe.

Roxy desperately wants to know what tribe she comes from and who she descends from, to find that little bit of her family. She is very quiet on the day she finds out she was produced from herself. 

Roxy misses Papatuanuku, she misses her chance to meet both her mothers before they died. She messages Dirk about this while drunk but he does not fully get it.

As a trans woman, finds the women in Maori mythology and culture to be aspirational figures of power and motherhood.

She thanks the appropriate gods for any food she can scavenge for in her apocalypse but never really has the time to learn a full karakia.

Teaches the carapacians kapa haka, they aren’t very good at it but they do make up for it with enthusiasm

When she enters the session she insists on hongi (sharing breath) with each of her friends. It goes like this:

Dirk: Has been preparing for this for years. Has the whole technique down. Confident cool guy swagger, but not too much, he doesn’t look like he’s trying too hard either. He and Roxy bump their heads together and fall over. This looks ridiculous.

Jake: Roxy explains and leans in to do a hongi with him but he kisses her on both cheeks like he is french. Roxy thinks this is hilarious.

Jane: Needs at least 6 tries to get it right but keeps on insisting on doing it again so she can participate in Roxy’s culture appropriately, and then a couple more times because she keeps failing on purpose to make Roxy laugh. They are both in a fit of giggles by the time she has worked it out and it becomes their standard greeting.

Hal: Is a computer, but Roxy does hold the nose bridge of the glasses up to her face like they are doing a hongi which Hal does appreciate.

Calliope: Gets it right first try!

Goes somewhat crazy hanging out in nature on Earth C. (Where is Roxy? In The Mud. Of course.)

I cannot express in words as well, the sheer euphoria Roxy feels standing on the ground on Earth C.