#scummy bird man

[sleepypandaarts]

Strange thought but Sebek’s dad is definitely a Isekai protagonist.

Think about it:

He pursued being a dentist in a place where humans are mostly hated probably because he thinks fae are super cool and he wants to help them cause they don’t have a dentist and he wants a challenge when it comes to dentistry

Not to mention his super hot fae wife who could break boulders with her bare hands

And the super scary grandpa he pisses his pants thinking about

Oh the trials of love he went through to get daddy baul’s approval

But truth be told his wife probably didn’t give Baul much of a choice

“Either you let me marry this human or I leave and never come back!”

He basically checks off all the boxes for Isekai protagonist except he’s not op or anything. He’s just living life how he wants to and now he’s happily married with 3 beautiful children.

If this was a manga I would definitely 20/10 read. The usual Isekai manga plots are getting old and their protagonists suck.

Maybe I’ll just make it myself.

[gorgeousgreymatter-x]

An excerpt from my unfortunately likely very belated birthday fic for @wynnyfryd my beloved:

It’s not like there’s a definitive set of tracks that Eddie’s on the wrong side of, but there’s something about being in Loch Nora, driving through the suburbs of these rich-y rich neighborhoods that made his skin crawl. Like he’s wearing a huge neon red sign that says I’m not supposed to be here. But there are a few things he’ll venture out to Doucheville for.

The main one being money.

Okay — the only one being money. But who was he to turn down practically double his normal rates simply because Heather Holloway was too prissy to meet in the woods? Whatever, for that much extra cash he’d throw in home delivery just this once.

Of course, because nothing in Eddie’s life is fair or easy, it backfires. Not in the lack of payday kind of way, he thinks, patting the thick roll of cash newly stuffed into his back pocket. That part had gone just fine. Heather had played her part of the stuck up cheerleader and Eddie the scummy drug dealer and yada yada everybody went home happy.

It backfires more in the almost crashed his van into a tree and died simply because he’s a horny idiot kind of way.

Because the universe apparently decided that Eddie, who’d literally promised himself that he was no longer going to be an obsessed freakazoid over Steve goddamn Harrington, must be tested, must truly suffer. Why else would right now be the exact moment in time he drives past the guy while he's clearly on a run and sporting a pair of nearly indecent length running shorts coupled with a — jesus h. christ — a Hawkins High Marching Band t-shirt cut into a crop top revealing a gloriously thick treasure trail. And muscles. So many muscles.

The universe clearly wanted Eddie to die.

And now Eddie has to sit here, rubbing awkwardly at the bruise he definitely feels blooming on his forehead from the unfortunate whack it’s taken against his steering wheel. Because, as mentioned — idiot. He has to sit here while Steve fucking Harrington peers into his open window with this unfathomably sweet look of concern on his stupid angelic face that makes Eddie, for a moment, kinda wish he was dead. Especially because his brain decides, “There was a squirrel!” is the best thing to blurt out when Steve asks if he’s okay. The hasty, “I mean, I’m fine,” Eddie adds after definitely helps sell it a lot. He can tell by the way Steve’s brow is all furrowed in a stupidly cute stupid way.

“I dunno, man,” Steve says (and Eddie definitely does not stare as he watches a single bead of sweat drip down the slope of Steve’s throat, over those pair of freckles Eddie absolutely hasn't thought about sinking his teeth into), "I kind of have a lot of experience with head injuries and that looked like it hurt. Are you sure –"

"Why do you care?"

Steve's worried expression crumples into something steely that just makes Eddie feel like even more of a dick than he knows he's already being. "I just know how shitty concussions can be, sorry for worrying about you, I guess --"

Fuck. Eddie sighs. It would be so much easier if Steve was the jerk Eddie'd always thought he was instead of what he's really turning out to be, which is such a fucking sweetheart that Eddie can't help but want to do a lot of really, really not sweet things to him. "Shit, no -- I'm being an asshole. Maybe chalk it up to that possible head trauma you're worried about?"

Steve is quiet for a moment, but then that look of cool detachment disappears, and he smiles, all gleaming white teeth, and it feels like watching the fucking sun splitting through storm clouds or some shit. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Eddie blinks and sees that Harrington's got his middle finger up, flipping him the bird with such a smug little smirk on that pretty face that Eddie can't help it. He laughs. "Cute."

"You really think so?" Maybe it's the heat. That's gotta be it, Eddie thinks, watching how Steve's cheeks flush, watches as it spreads down past his throat, past those tufts of chest hair poking up teasingly past the stretched out collar of his borrowed t shirt.

The t-shirt Steve had so clearly borrowed from Robin. Robin, who was supposedly Harrington's girlfriend. The image of Robin from earlier in the cafeteria that day wearing Steve’s letterman jacket flashes across his mind and he has to bite him own tongue to stop himself from wincing.

Eddie's gonna throw up. Maybe he does have a concussion after all.

[asylumdwellermoved]

obligatory dol voice hc post with all named npcs except ones im not very confident on

(some of these will be a little vague, so my bad. will be embarrassed about how obvious my preference for high/light voices will be too lmao)

robin: noticably... soft. like, rarely gets much louder than normal talking voice too. i picture f!robin having an almost whispery quality to her voice in a subtle relaxing kind of way.

whitney: bastard (gn) edgelord energy through and through. f!whitney's voice is low and m!whitney's voice has an almost forced-sounding constant growl to it.

eden: might be the only one besides bailey that i picture to have such a deep voice tbh. not very expressive, but can get very growly in bed sometimes and you will get a bit of a rise out of them if you catch them off guard or make them smile.

kylar: f!kylar's voice is kind of light and m!kylar's voice is VERY light. someone mentioned kylar slightly trying to sound like an anime character with their voice and i wholeheartedly agree lmao. their voice gets very quivery at times under stress rather than much louder until they reach a breaking point. the only thing that is able to make them significantly loud on no special occasion outside of mental breakdowns is.................. well.

sydney: tired sounding, but strangely calming. i picture m!syd with a kind of androgynous voice and f! with a slightly more cheerful airy sounding voice. really doesn't change from pure to corrupt, corrupt may have a habit of slipping into a bit more vocal fry maybe but it's barely noticable.

avery: standard middle aged person voice, m!avery sounding a bit older maybe. laughing a lot and usually sounding like they have a grin on their face, with a hint of hollow fakeness.

great hawk: not actual bird in my playthroughs so they sound like just a weird human that squawks every now and then lol. mid-range with a pleasant and smooth voice, and when they get excited their voice raises but they sometimes sound weirdly neutral, as if their instincts don't always trigger them to emote like a human would.

alex: mid-low with the expected southern drawl. will get a bit on the louder side sometimes without realizing it. how much this has to do with my adhd hc for them im unsure.

bailey: very low and deep. will get suddenly very loud when they snap. not a hint of a smile in their voice outside of when they're teasing someone or saying something particularly dark.

harper: usually high-ish and interested sounding, like they're trying to bring your mood up or get you out of your shell by listening to them, if that makes sense. very relaxed sounding though, has a calming effect. gets a bit breathy sounding when something gets them particularly flustered/horny, and anything past that that gets their facade to slip makes their voice quiver. when the mask is completely off and they're being a full on creep there are rare moments where their voice will drop very low for a moment, sometimes mid sentence. honestly a little scary.

jordan: very airy and pretty. a bit awkward-sounding in tone sometimes though. it seems like they don't get out much.

briar: also bastard energy. a bit of a husky voice, but still too attractive-sounding for how scummy they are.

leighton: not sure what to say tbh. just an occasionally sleazy sounding older person. i know theres a lot of old man fuckers but nothing quite stands out to me about leighton.

sirris: maybe it's because theyre the only one known to be an actual parent but mid-range with dorky dad/mom energy. very friendly sounding!

doren: low and kinda deep. strikes me as being a little brief and quiet in one on one interactions outside of teaching.

mason: a strong voice, especially when teaching. really has that hustle motivation kind of vibe.

morgan: mid-high register and constantly shaky, maybe a little hoarse at times. growly when they're pissed off.

niki: mid range, fast talking and a little cold sounding but unintentionally.

remy: low and projected loud a good amount of the time, like they're reading off orders.

wren: mid-deep and a bit raspy. noticable when you can hear a smirk on their lips.

[writebackatya]

i wanted to ask, why beauty and the beast as your favorite disney movie? do you have any specific memories with it?

There might be some childhood bias but man I do love the Disney Renaissance era. I was born near the end of that era so I did have a certain fondness. Mind you I have vivid memories watching both Tarzan and Mulan in theaters and the rest on VHS and DVD with my siblings

For the longest time I’d say Aladdin was my favorite Disney movie of all time and I think it might be the one I watched the most, but when I was in my teens Beauty and the Beast became my favorite because it’s just the best in my humble opinion

I love everything about it!

The music numbers are wonderful! The Disney Renaissance in general has a lot of wonderful music!

Every movie from that era I will admit have some bangers. The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, The Lion King, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Hercules, and Mulan; all great stuff! But I admit all of them have song or two that just don’t really do it for me as much as their others. Doesn’t mean I hate them though. (The only songs I genuinely hate out of these movies are Les Poissons from The Little Mermaid and A Guy Like You from The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

But Beauty and the Beast! Every song is a banger and not a drag and moves the story forward! First you got it’s opening number: Belle! I just love it’s energy and how it introduces its main characters! It’s so good it gets another reprise and you don’t know how often I’ve sung “I want adventure in the great wide somewhere” in public. Twice. Once at work

And Gaston!? An amazing villain song. It’s so ridiculous, makes you wanna sing along and do all the voices, and it captures our villain’s scummy ways so well! And the reprise!? So good! Just love how sinister it becomes while still being so jovial!

Be Our Guest!? Yes please! The supporting cast in this movie is so good and this song is a great showcase of these characters, specifically Lumiére and Cogsworth! Lumiére with his excellent showmanship and Cogsworth just slowly getting into while being on the end of a lot of slapstick! Don’t worry, Mrs. Potts will get her time in the spotlight soon but we get a small taste of her singing talents in this one!

And how about Something There!? Whenever it’s a beautiful winter day this song will always play in my head! And it’s funny to think that one of the previous scenes before it was the Beast fighting off those wolves in the snow! When all of that was kinda scary and he was still seen as somewhat of a threat! But look at him now! Birds love him! He has a gentle side! And he sucks at snowball fighting! It’s funny! Oh and his voice! So damn good! And Belle’s singing is still just as beautiful as ever

If we’re talking extended edition I do really enjoy Human Again which is a great addition to the soundtrack! The beast’s servants deserve their own song singing about what they want

And now. The main event. The titular song. Beauty and the Beast sung by Mrs. Potts herself!! God this song is so beautiful! Angela Lansbury’s voice is phenomenal; it’s so loving and caring and soft! (Also absolutely great blend of 2D and 3D animation in this scene! So well done!)

Funny to think about that the final song (besides the reprise) is the Mob Song. But yeah! This song is damn good too! Like I love the Beast but this fear mongering song is such a banger and shows Gaston’s manipulative side so damn well. And let’s not forget the servant’s side as they head into the final battle! Good stuff!

I love all the characters in this movie! Belle is a great protagonist, the Beast has development that you just love to see happen, Gaston is the most fun villain to ever come from Disney, and the supporting characters are great at stealing scenes

I remember there was a time on the internet where everyone just seemed to have this whole “Yo! Fuck the Disney Renaissance movies” and just had a whole bunch bad takes such as Belle being a horrible person, Gaston is a good person, the infamous Stockholm syndrome take. I guess that pushback just made me love it more. Not to say the movie shouldn’t have its critics but i just felt those arguments were always weak and either ignored details from the movie or just added something that wasn’t in the movie

In the 8th grade, I was in my school’s musical of the Disney version! I played Monsieur D’Arque (the asylum guy) and my big solo moment was “He’ll wreak havoc on our village if we let him wonder free”. I was friends with a lot of the leads already so this musical was a lot of fun for me

And recently on my trip to Disney World I got to eat at the Beast’s Castle

So yeah. I love this movie. It’s my favorite. But I admit there is some bias to it but who cares!? There’s always bias when it comes to opinions

[cowboymenace]

Speculating About Ric Flair

Now I doubt that Ric Flair or his people will find this write up but I'm gonna be using the word allegedly a lot because I will be speculating about what Ric Flair is really doing in AEW.

On October 25th, 2023 Ric Flair would be revealed as Tony Khan's gift to Sting as a part of Sting Retirement Story. Sting and Flair are one of the most iconic rivalries in Wrestling History, the two even wrestled on the very last Nitro. This should have been met with rejoicing, right? No. Many online fans voiced their displeasure with the signing of Flair citing the sexual assault that occurred on the infamous plane ride from hell. This incident became much more well known due to the Darkside of the Ring series covering the whole ordeal. There's also Teddy Long going on the record stating that Flair had said heinous slurs to him and has yet to apologize

What's even worse in my opinion is Tony Khan dunking on Vince McMahon's alleged history of sexual misconduct, and yet still bringing in Flair anyways. It makes it apparent that Tony does not care about the victims, and was scoring a cheap dig against his competitor.

Another layer to this, is the promotion of Flair's brand of energy drink. I will not be mentioning its name nor its image since that would be indirectly promoting it as well. Each week now, there's a portion of the entrance stage dedicated to promoting the drink. The commentary desk has three cans of different flavors on display. It feels so bleak and dare I say carny. This is a major strike against Tony Khan's credibility about a promoter.

On the November 29th episode of Dynamite, Ric Flair would cut a promo backstage. The promo went on and on, you just can't help but to feel some iota of sadness watching this shell of a man trying to recapture faded glory. Watch for yourself if you wish, just be warned it's bleak.

The reaction was brutal. So much so that now Flair is threatening to leave. Fellow veterans like Chris Jericho (who punched a female fan in 2008) and Stone Cold Steve Austin (who beat Debra, something he pleaded no contest to) voiced their support. Something something birds of a feather.

On Jericho's end, this is insane. He narrated each episode of Darkside of the Ring. He read out loud what Flair did. This makes him incredibly scummy, but I digress. Back to Flair

Flair has also stated that younger talents have not approached him for advice. This is adding to the criticism of the AEW lockerroom being full of young guys who do not take older veterans' advice, but Taz has dispelled that.

If anything, this tells us that no one wishes to interact with Flair. Why should they? They know about his history and how he seems to not have atone for it. Why is this man getting a paycheck in a company that is trying its hardest to remove toxicity from the lockerroom? I do not blame those avoiding him like the plague.

So this seems like a misreading of the room by Tony Khan, and a huge waste of time for Ric right? But what if this was the goal?

In 2009 Ric Flair was brought into ROH as an authority figure. Flair had just finished his retirement run in the WWE and was moving on. However, Flair would No-Show after being paid

Flair was paid 35K for the position and was going to get 10K per appearance. He took the money and left. ROH then responded by announcing a lawsuit.

Recently Ric Flair was on an episode of Kill Tony, a comedy show where a panel of veteran comedians and celebrities would judge one minute sets by amateurs. His appearance was odd. He was slurring his words and would not engage with the show. He would ramble on about donating time and he then went on to leave in the middle of the show. It was bizarre, could it have been he was not anticipating how mean the show is to participants. Or did he figure he got paid anyway and just dip? Now I am merely speculating, I am not sure if Tony paid him or this was a favor. I can imagine anything with Flair requires payments but again I'm just speculating.

Now this brings us to Flair in AEW. Is Flair looking for an exit after getting some money out of Tony Khan, who happily gave it to him? This is what I believe is Flair's current move. He has a history of not fulfilling his commitments, and he may just be doing it again, allegedly, parody, in minecraft. Satire.

If Flair does leave I hope that this is a lesson to Tony never meet your heroes, they may try to rip you off (Allegeldy!!!!)

[sorta-adultish-momma]

The First Pact

Paring: Mammon x GN!MC.

Summary: Levi's plan felt a little... what's the word? Scummy. And MC knows what it's like to feel cornered, to feel like the demons are closing in on you just for being yourself. So if they were getting this pact, it'd be on their terms.

Warnings: MC is gender-neutral and AFAB; breasts are mentioned; there is slight gore; demonic aggression; human lives are threatened; Levi lets a little of his pervy side out.

“It’d make him?” the human asked, hand curling just a little bit tighter around the plastic card in their hand. Something about that concept just… didn’t sit well with them. “What exactly does that mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” Leviathan exclaimed, practically vibrating in his smug ‘checkmate’ status over his brother. “No matter how much he might wish to resist, he’d be forced to follow his master’s orders. He’d be strung along like a puppet while gathering all the money he owes me. Oh man, this is going to be fantastic!”

MC watched the elder demon before them, supposedly one of the strongest beings in this realm, and watched the resignation bleed into blue eyes. They watched as the line of his shoulders tightened, the tension of waiting for the guillotine to drop. They watched as that same tight line of his shoulders sagged, the heavy weight of anxiety and reservation pulling him down.

Leviathan continued to daydream and ramble, a background noise of exploitation of their pact. A pact that they already feel a territorial defense of, possessiveness of a non-existent claim curling around their heart. They don't want to analyze that, don’t want to introspect on themself, not with Leviathan’s own possessive lilt hanging in the air. So they analyze the fuming demon before them, still supplicating himself on his knees. MC tracks the way blue eyes steadily darken, hardening to sapphires, gold flecks vanishing. MC tracks his own stare, the way he hasn’t taken his eyes off the card in their hands since he spotted it. How even when pleading to Leviathan he never looked away, reminding them of a bird of prey honed in on its next meal. MC tracks how energy is humming in the room, manifesting in twitches and fidgets along his arms, fingers itching to possess, to claim, to hoard.

They don't even realize they've drawn ‘Goldie’ closer until his eyes snap up to meet their own and they find themself drowning in molten gold.

“Why are you letting him manipulate you like this,” the white-haired man growled. The consonants and vowels of his words tumbled past his lips, grating along his throat and his teeth before they fell on their ears. His voice echoed with aggression and disdain, clearly vexed by the events of the evening. Assumedly vexed by them. Yet, he did not take out that hostility on them, despite the ease he could have. It’s not like Leviathan would have stopped him, it’s not like they could’ve stopped him, it’s not like anyone would really mourn them, it’s not like anyone truly thought they'd survive the first week of this fucked up experiment.

And yet, and yet… all Mammon did was glare at them with those glinting, golden eyes.

“You’re the Avatar of Greed, right?” MC asked slowly. They were shifting, glacially, imperceptibly closer to Mammon. It was almost magnetic, his pull, their drawl. There was a subtle desire in the back of their mind that was urging them to continue their analysis just that extra one, two, five inches closer to the primordial being. But they weren't the only one being drawn into an orbit. With every syllable that drips like honey from their lips, there is another shift from the elder demon, another centimeter bringing him closer to the human. MC dimly registers somewhere in the recesses of their head that the draw to him is probably a predatory instinct on his part. They're vaguely aware enough of it enough to question what his excuse is for being drawn to them.

His lips curl in a snarl, something almost defensive tainting the corners of his lips and dripping from his canines. “Yeah, that’s me, the Great Mammon, the Avatar of Greed.”

“Then money’s your thing, right? Excessive material goods, shiny new toys, collecting and hoarding for the sake of just having,” their voice is light and airy, open curiosity apparent in the cadence of their lilting accent. They have captured both of the demons' attention now, Leviathan narrowing his eyes on their retreating figure as they continue their line of questioning. “A never-ending craving, that’s your whole shtick?”

MC finds themself some measly feet away from the older Avatar. Well within striking distance (they are aware that the whole kitchen is ‘striking distance’ for both of them).

“What do you want, human?” The words are poisonous, bright and flashy venom he makes no attempt to disguise. Instinctively, they know their body recognizes a threat and knows their heart is racing as it pumps adrenaline through their system. But they've always been stubborn, and as much as their body wants to survive, they want to make something clear. The need to demonstrate something intrinsic about themself is overwhelming. And if one of the demons in the room kills them because of this, at least they went out on their terms.

They hold the card out to Mammon.

Nobody reaches for it.

So they extend their arm the slightest bit farther, loosening their grip just the slightest bit more. “Here. No strings, no pact necessary.”

The reaction is explosive. Mammon snatches the card from their hand, moving so quickly they are barely able to comprehend the motion. Leviathan screeches, hands slamming the island between him and the human. His form flickers, fraying at the edges as indignation physically coalesces around him. His vitriolic, vermillion eyes were snapping between them and his brother, assessing, calculating, strategizing. They settle on the human.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice faintly echoes, like the subtle reverb of waves crashing in a seaside cavern. The words crawl out of a mouth with teeth a little too long to pass as human anymore. It’s intimidating.

MC stares down Leviathan, shoulders rolled back and their chin lifted in proud defiance. It is the same way they stared down that demon that was intent on harassing them on the walk to the dorm this afternoon, thinking he’d found an easy target without a brother by their side. It is the same way they stared down their professor in their Demonology 101 class, attempting to make an example of humanity’s inferiority using them. It is the same way they stared down motherfucking Lucifer Morningstar himself, daring to tell him ‘no’ a mere hour into their new life in the Devildom.

Leviathan might be intimidating, but they have a fucking point to prove.

“I’m not going to manipulate someone into forming a pact with me. End of.”

“You think you have a choice?” His eyes have slitted, claws gouging the countertop. “You think a disgusting normie gets to make decisions? You don’t know your place. When I say ‘fetch’, you fetch. When I say ‘give me that’, you fork it over. When I say ‘wear a maid costume’, you say ‘yes, Master’. When I say ‘drown’, you choke on seawater. And when I tell you to make a pact with Mammon, you make the fucking pact.”

His shadow curls throughout the room, snaking its way around their own. His voice had deepened, the echoing quality magnifying, tidal waves beating against a cliffside. His voice slithered into their mind, coiling around their thoughts and dragging them down. And yet, and yet…

“Get used to disappointment Leviathan,” MC responds. Calm, collected, unfazed.

The Avatar of Envy lunges.

A hand grabs their wrist, nails pricking at the sensitive skin like talons snagging on wool, and the world blurs as they are pulled, yanked, catapulted into a hard chest. A crashing, snarling, howling sound comes from the place they just stood. A hand is placed on their sternum, steadying them along with the arm wrapped so tightly around their waist. MC opens their mouth, ready to protest, to demand, to bite an explanation out of the demon holding them, but that is not what happens.

What happens is MC bites their own tongue, blood pooling, the coppery taste is invasive on their taste buds. Their jaw seizes, clamping down the scream building up. They have too much survival instinct, too much common sense, too much pride. Too much of everything coursing through them to allow themself to show fear in the face of the demon whose fingers have curled into their flesh. His nails - no, his talons - pierce their skin enough to bleed. The blood drips down them, spilling from their wound and from their mouth, painting their torso with it. MC's eyes are wide and panicked, locked on Mammon’s that burn brighter with every rumbling growl that slips past his lips.

Soon it is not just his eyes burning, something shiny catching in their peripheral. They try to look, try to turn their gaze onto something new, but are unable to pull away from the gold pooling behind strands of white hair. Their chest is still bleeding around his claws, but what once was dark, mesmerizing crimson is becoming viscous precious metal. It chugs through their veins, taking time to reach every cell, every atom of their mortal flesh with its molten heat.

Right when they think they’ll have to swallow their pride and whimper a plea of mercy, the gold in their veins rapidly pulls back, collecting and pooling in their left pectoral. Shapes paint themselves in a frenzy in the area directly above their heart, spanning from the bottom of their breast to their collarbone, from their sternum to their underarm. They can not understand them, can not even look at them trapped as they are in the second-eldest’s stare, but they know the gold tattooing itself into their skin, into their muscles and sinew, into their very soul. They know the sigils spell out a claim for every living thing in all the realms that they belong to the Avatar of Greed himself.

Finally, Mammon releases them, hand retracting after a soft pat over the area he’d been carving himself into, eyes drifting down their frame to take in the mark for himself. MC takes a moment to breathe, to recalibrate, to reassess the situation. They notice that they are pressed up against the wall, Mammon’s lanky frame crowding them (shielding them). With his attention diverted, they are able to see Leviathan hovering in the wake of his destruction, considerably calmer but still glaring at them. Though his obvious annoyance is not enough to stop him from trying to see around his brother to see the pact mark for himself.

Speaking of, MC finally has the wherewithal to take a look at the damage done to them, softly gasping at what they see. First, where they know there should be deep gashes from Mammon’s attack on their chest, they find wounds stitching themselves back together, not even leaving behind a scar. Second, the glittering shapes inked into their skin are captivating. The mark is massive, with symbols and glyphs and demonic lettering radiating out from a central focal point. With how low that focal point is in the overarching design of the mark (directly in front of their heart), the overall design reminds them of a rising sun. Mammon is tracing a specific line of letters near the center, and it is absolutely fascinating how there is no raised or irritated skin. It’s almost like a birthmark, an intrinsic part of themself that has always been there, despite its recent origins.

Leviathan’s soul-escaping screech causes them both to finally pull away from their little bubble. Mammon is instantly crowding them again, pressing them behind him as his hackles rise. MC’s guard is up as well, wiggling their way to the white-haired demon’s side so they can assess any threats for themself. They place a reassuring hand on Mammon’s arm, and something flares up deep within their soul in response.

Leviathan goes even redder once he can fully see MC, slamming his hands over his eyes and dropping into a crouch, curling in on himself until he closer resembles a steaming ball more than an ancient cosmic entity. They cut a glance to Mammon, who has marginally relaxed by now and offers them a classic ‘I’ve got no clue’ shrug. They do not have to wait long for Leviathan to inform them of what exactly was wrong.

“PUT YOUR 3D TIT AWAY!”

MC blinks. They look at Mammon. Mammon blinks. They both look down at MC's chest. Sure as shit, their already baggy and loose shirt was yanked down far enough on their left side that their whole left boob was just… out. One of them must have moved the shirt aside to investigate the mark better. They look back at Mammon. Mammon begins blushing so hard they can feel the heat simmering off of him from here.

Casually, MC fixes their shirt.

“Thanks, by the way”. They were addressing Mammon specifically, but they spoke to the room at large, considering both of the high and mighty demons had turned into blushing maidens and were studiously avoiding looking in their direction. The same powerful demons, mind you, that were just willing to show off their dark prowess and skills to intimidate the human in the room not even thirty or so minutes ago. Yeah, those demons. They continued despite no visual acknowledgment. “You absolutely did not have to do that, but I appreciate it nonetheless.”

Mammon glanced at them, mustering up some of his usual bravado. “Yeah, well, you better be grateful, human. Not every day the Great Mammon deems a mortal worthy of his pact.”

“You made a pact with a witch two months ago for 2,000 grimm.”

“OI!”

The brothers began fighting, wrestling with the intent to pester, not harm, and MC watched. A fond smile found its way onto their face, a warmth suffusing through their system at the chaos of the kitchen. Absent-mindedly, they rubbed their new mark, thinking over the events that just transpired.

What Leviathan had just said, about the witch, something about it stuck with them. Sure, it was a comment meant to showcase what Mammon is willing to sell his pact for, and how frequently those exchanges seem to happen. But… why form a pact with them then? He didn’t take anything from them, they were pretty sure they would feel a claim on their very soul, and it still felt like it belonged to themself. Hmmm, puzzling no doubt, but they were content to let the man keep his secrets.

Be grateful, human.

That’s an order from their demon they think they can follow.

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A never-ending craving, that’s your whole schtick?

No strings, no pact necessary.

I’m not going to manipulate someone into forming a pact with me. End of.

Hours later, those words are still rattling around in his head. It was damn annoying, constantly thinking about what happened in the House of Lamentation kitchen last night. He didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to think about how their words had dripped like honey through his veins, didn’t want to think about how something deep in him snarled at the idea of Levi hurting them, didn’t want to think about how his soul felt like it settled when his power melted their blood.

If he had thought about it in the moment, he could have argued away his brothers’ taunts at the breakfast table this morning. For every claim of ‘now you’re really stuck with them,’ he’d argue that he could do his job of babysitter better. And he could, hell with the pact he could do his job (or punishment depending on who’s asking) more efficiently through the pact. He’s supposed to protect them, and now he can locate them at a moment’s notice with just a little tug on the ephemeral string tying them together. Honestly, Lucifer should be praising him for taking this assignment so seriously.

He didn’t want to think about how he hadn’t been thinking about it in the moment. He didn’t want to think about how he was running on instinct when he sank his claws into their flesh and began the spell that bound them to him and him to them. He didn’t want to think about how he just gave away his pact, without taking a single thing from them in exchange.

“MC, sweetie, you’re going to rub your skin raw if you keep at it,” Asmo said, jolting both the human and demon out of their thoughts. Mammon glanced over and pointedly ignored the flush building on his face. It’s not like seeing them tracing the letters spelling out his name did anything for him.

He isn’t going to think about the voice in the back of his head purring at the sight. He isn’t going to think about how his sin curls around the pact bound in his soul and whispers ‘mine’.

No, for now, Mammon is just going to take his human by the hand and drag them to R.A.D. He’ll save all that thinking for later.

[juurensha]

2023 Fic Recap

It's close to the end of the year again, and while I do have a little piece ready to post for the New Year, all my fic for this year has been posted, so let's do a recap post now! According to Ao3, I've written 124,187 words this year. It's obviously not counting the many WIPs I have socked away that aren't done yet, but good enough considering this was a pretty difficult year for me this time!

Most popular fics by kudos this year: my love language is fighting, bickering, and caring, Marriage isn’t a Game (it’s a fight that we’re both going to win), Thirst Traps Not Feelings: The Grindr Fic, crocodiles are not nurturing (but they certainly protect their young), and kissing in the rain (while locked up in the zoo’s bird enclosure)

New fandoms written for this year: One Piece (both the manga/anime and live action), Glory (the Long Qi webnovel), Star Wars Jedi Fallen Order series, Eyeshield 21, and Barbie (2023 film)

(no fandom tags created this year)

Total new fics written: 17

Favorite fic written this year: I think this year, just based on how many times I've reread it myself, it's going to have to be my Eyeshield 21 fic, dissonant notes can combine into a beautiful song (and other stuff my weirdo boyfriend says). I just had so much fun cramming all my favorite E21 pairings into it, and it's such a fun whacky cast to play with. Sadly, the fandom is pretty dead, but supposedly the manga-ka is going to release a new chapter in the new year, so who knows!

Hardest fic to write: I think this year that's going to have to be Nightsister: Dawn, not really because of the fic itself but because around the same time I was trying to finish it before Jedi: Survivor released, a lot of things happened in my life, and afterwards, I really wasn't in the headspace to write. I actually had more planned out for this fic (there was originally going to be some smut), but afterwards, when Jedi: Survivor also released and kind of turned my fic into an AU, I just wasn't feeling it anymore. However, I did already have 10k written, and I didn't think what I already had was too bad, so I decided to just wrap it up and post it. I still really love Cal/Merrin, so maybe I'll write more for them in the future, it was just bad timing around this one.

Most self-indulgent fic written this year: So, both My family’s purple water yao has dragged off a silver cabbage and Scum Man Gege Knows Best are fierce contenders for the title, since one is a happy WTA AU fic where everything is fine and dandy, while the other is a cultivation AU for Glory, featuring all my headcanons of my favorite scummy gege, but in the end, I think the title has to go to See you in the stars (and recite some love poetry together). I know not many Tianbao fans have watched Dimension 20's Starstruck Odyssey or know what the Starstruck universe is, but I had so much fun sticking Tianbao into the zany retro scifi world of Starstruck and including all my favorite tropes in the quest to get both Longjun and Langlu together.

Most underrated fic this year: Even though I just posted it, I think that's going to have to be A Violet By Any Other Name. I knew it wouldn't get much attention considering it's mainly about a minor female side character, and that the basis of the fic comes from an offhand Q&A session by Oda (and that the main character doesn't even have a tag with her real name in Ao3, my god), but I really wanted to explore her feelings about romancing and working for the enemy for more than a decade. Personally, I think I did a good job with it!

Original Work published this year: I managed to get my "A Haunted Person" short story published in a Gothic Romance anthology, which was very exciting for me. Also had my horror story "What Comes Up From the World Below" get published by Haunted Word Press in their Ghoulish Grimoires Issue 6.

Fic Plans for Next Year: Hahaha, reading my plans from 2022 for this year, I realize that I....basically didn't follow any of them, but to be fair, WIP's pop up, and you just never know! I actually still am working on that Yugi/Kaiba piece; it's currently sitting at 20k with just a love confession, so it's....long going. I really would like to finish that at the start of next year and then figure out how to split it out and post it! Besides that, there's an AU Choso/Junpei fic I'm working on that I hope will be fun, and a Jason Todd/Dick Grayson fic that's an ongoing project that I pick up occasionally. I really do want to do that Gaara/Naruto I Ship My Adversary x Me AU piece eventually as well, but I know that one would be multi-chaptered, so we'll see what my schedule is like next year. I would also like to eventually write a post-canon LawLu piece, but I kind of want to see where the manga is going to end up first. And yes, yes, there's the 79 actor AU that still needs to be done, and I'd like to pick up the Schoolmance AU 2ha Xue Meng/Mei HanXue eventually again. But in the meanwhile, there's a lot of DabiHawks zine fics that I will hopefully be able to post next year, along with a JJK piece!

[numbnessofthemind]

hiii I’m just wondering btw, not judging just very curious!!, why do you ship Pav and Marina? I haven’t seen anyone ship them before!!!!

oooo okay this is a fun question… waking me from my slumbers…!

for a simple explanation, my favorite trope is generally awful middle aged man x cute young girl. ask anyone and they can confirm.

for a lengthier one, i’d say it was Pavs interaction with Marina upon leaving the bunker is what originally drew me to it, honestly. I found his scumminess endearing… his brazen comments towards her had me clutching my pearls as i screenshotted everything to post to my dear friends on the bird app. The post Pav/Kaiser confrontation scenes only added fuel to my fire, even though there isnt really any character specific dialogue (please miro….. please i need him to call her more cute names…). we don’t get much basis for a dynamic between them in canon currently (i’m so excited for when Pav becomes playable and we can have more unique dialogue between him and Marina hopefully), so most of the stuff you see here is based off of my own headcanons haha.

i must also admit there is some projection going on here. i myself am a transfemme with … eerily similar upbringings to marina, and i see myself heavily in her, so my first move was to ship her with the character i found cutest (at first this was levi, but, evidently, my focus has since shifted).

i hope this brings some insight to my twisted brain… they are just so kawaii to me.

[kob131]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJMtk6r8Fqg

Okay class, today we’re going to be learning about ‘research’ and why it is important.

So Critter tries to build up this idea that she was excited for Ice Queendom to make some point about RT dropping the ball (something to be expected of them really). Except anyone who knows her original video on Ice Queendom knows that she was rather pessimistic (to the point of not even looking INTO things) and her Twitter is no better.

So right off the bat we have issues. Which is continued into her first point- RT apparently screwed up in saying when Ice Queendom was going to air, only ‘very recently’ saying when it was.

... I didn’t know 11 days before it’s airing was ‘very recently’. She tries to present two screenshots of a cut RT article and a tweet (that doesn’t show its date mind you) but this tweet predates BOTH of them presumably. Why Critter didn’t just check the Twitter account is beyond me. She then tries to bitch about how RT didn’t have the episode up when they said they would, figuring it would drop at 3 AM.

... But if she had just typed in ‘Japan vs. US time zone’, one would see that the time difference is 13 hours, not 5. She likely tried converting Central Daylight Time to Japan Standard Time which, when typing that in shows...14 hours.

... No, I don’t get how she got that number. And it doesn’t even make sense to an anime viewer given that most anime air in the evening but release in the morning in the US. So logically it would follow into Ice Queendom.

Critter tries to blame RT for not explaining that it wouldn’t be released until hours later...when this is standard operating procedure for anime. She’s basically bitching the RT didn’t treat like a five year old, shaking in her voice. Over a fucking anime. That she would understand from a simple search. ... Kind of ridiculous huh?

Worst of all is that she completely skims over an ACTUAL fucking issue with RT and their ‘virtual ticket’ fiasco (tl;dr- RT released tickets for a livestream of RTX that was FREE in the past, people flipped them the bird and didn’t buy it, they walked it back YESTERDAY and hadn’t refunded the tickets) just to continue on about ‘RT DIDN’T TELL ME WHEN IT WAS RELEASING) when a SIMPLE search could have solved her problem.

And she tries to do price comparisons with Crunchyroll and RT First’s services to emphasize this, ignoring that 14-day free trial mentioned in her own screencap and acting as though she can’t just CANCEL it before having to pay. 

She STILL goes on and on, like trying to say it was scummy that they didn’t explain time zones. Tried compare it to releasing two different versions of Pokemon without explaining what the differences where (when that is a matter of CONTENT which you would be PAYING for, not RELEASE TIME). Tried comparing it to a season of Master Chief airing on Netflix but not Hulu (who do not operate under a WHOLE HALF DAY DIFFERENCE). And goes on this huge bitter rant about transparency (about a company that hospitalized their employees and have done jackshit to be transparent about their treatment since) all because, once again-

SHE DIDN’T DO HER PROPER RESEARCH.

To be fair, when I had heard of this, I expected worse. ... Only because I heard she was using Monty as a weapon. She didn’t do that (or I didn’t catch it) but it says a lot about her temper tantrum that ‘didn’t use a dead man as a weapon’ is all the credit that I can give. She fucking brushed over the unclear reaction guidelines and the ripped off customers...FOR HER OWN FAILURES.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you do research.

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft Edition, Har-Akir Arc, part 2

GM: Last time on the yawning portal runners Ravenloft edition. You guys arrived in Har Akir, the land of mummies. You ran into Nima, who was running a scam that was scummy, you got in a mess with the local constables, who are dummiies, and found out about Kat's family, who are all extremely punny. Gorbash: “Not Funny!”

Marshal: "We do not muck with hippos.” Jonni: “The fuck’s a hippo?” Willow comes up, "You know those mammoth things youtalk about? Think them, only they go in the water.” Jonni: “Are they worshipped by fuck sticks?” "One of the local gods has a hippo head yes." Simone says.

Simone: ”Anyway, I thought I'd yet you know. that my brother has decided to write and star in a satirical one man show protesting my treatment today. So if you have to save his stupid ass from being hanged later this week you'll know why.”

Gorbash: “And this is why Irost is New Eddie.” Jonni: “Only if I’m allowed to set people, your brother included, on fire.” Simone: ”If he's not lit on fire he wont learn anything.” Jonni: “I could do it now, save us the trouble.”

Edmund: “I do not have a magical gambling problem. It was one time!” Gorbash: “Did you forget the riverboat?” Edmund: “It was two times! Two times is not a problem!” Marshal: “The only reason you still have your soul was because Poom drew a full Exodia.”

"Young man, did someone send you to deliver this scroll? I wonder who would have such a message for us.” “Any of the people here who hate us?”

Maggie takes the scroll and opens it "Ezra dammit I can't read this moon speak.” Edmund inspects the scroll, adjusting his glasses. It’s written in Har Akir Hieroglyphs. Jonni: “Eye, bird, other bird, backwards facing guy, sexy lady, sexy lady…”

"Dearest daughter, welcome back to the land of your birth, please come home for dinner tomorrow night. Bring your pet birds and any other of your companions you think will amuse us." Maggie raises an eyebrow "Did they just call us pets?” Jonni: “Fireball’s got a long range. They’ll never know it was me.”

"I'm not a thief, I'm a treasure hunter. Big difference. Besides they probably have the town guards bribed big time.”

"Look we can't murder the in laws before we even meet them. Save that for the Festival of Thanks. Or when politics comes up.”

"If it comes to it, I can excuse us by playing the missionary card. They'll leave us be if I present pamphlets.”

Irost: “I'd love to entertain, but I’m in the middle of writing my one man satire play.” Simone: “I. WILL GET. A HOSE.”

"We can be the bigger people here. “ "In my experience being the bigger person is overrated.” “You’ve never slept with a storm giant, then.” Gorbash: “I'm pretty sure we have the moral high ground... also Marshal and I are probably bigger than them.” "If they are bigger than you two, I will be worried.”

“Can I Rob [sic] them?”

"At least wait until after we eat, Jonni. Never pass up a free meal.” 

 "As kin to our hosts, Maggie has right of first refusal regarding loot.”

Gorbash: “We'll see how the evening goes. If its just unpleasant and awkward, swipe the silverware and other small valuables. If they really suck, looting everything not nailed down and breaking out the crowbars is always an option.”

"Foreign gods are not recognized here. Under the law, I have no authority and thus no strong feelings one way or the other regarding larceny.”

"We're gonna totally fuck with my moms Peacocks.” “I can cast polymor…. Oh with. Sorry.” "No no keep talking."

"I have a bad feeling about this. We're going to have to fake being dead again before this is all over.” "But we haven't used plan #4 in a while, it will be fun.”

“Can’t sleep. Hippos will eat me.”

Poom is dragged around by her voices to look in "antique" shops. Yog-sothoth: "And this is a brain-plucker: they jam it up the nose to drag out the head-meats, which they think are just some kind of cooling system.”

Edmund: ”Do we need to take gifts? Would it be rude to show up without something?” Gorbash: “...In that case I would only suggest bringing a gift if you can find one with a blatantly insulting meaning to it.” Jonni: “I usually bring the smallest dong I can find when I do that.”

“Which one is the god of curing impotence?”

Emblaming tools: you only ever use them when someone's dead.

Kat holds up a tiny statue of a Hippo headed god "Behold Sute, who sows despair and discord.” "A god of chat rooms.” “Good, bad, it’s the god with the gun... and a chainsaw, apparently.”

"Please don't. Mummy Rot is NOT to be joked about.” Azathoth: "Depends on the affected part.”

"Let's just focus on being political with Kat's family... Polite on the surface, mildly insulting under excusable sleight-of-hand expressions..”

Nyx: ”It is when they have enough power to snuff out your life without you having even a chance to fight back. Semantics.” Gorbash: “Life is sadly filled with many things with that sort of power.” Marshal: "Yes, I too am familiar with capitalism.”

Kat: ”I imagine we will be at open blows before desert. My mom is the Goddess queen of microaggressions.” Gorbash: “Well I'd lay money that we're better at open blows than your folks.” Jonni: “I’m better at macro aggressions.” Gorbash: “Just remember not to set the place on fire while we're in it.” Jonni: “I promise nothing.” "Some of us aren't fire resistant.” Gorbash: “Well not everyone is born with it. Can't be helped.” Marshal: "Nor access to the elixirs of Maybelyne.”

"That's only because Jonni is very careful not to burn us. She shows alot of restraint considering what she COULD do…" Jonni: “THANK you. At least SOMEbody noticed.” "I notice every time. It's why I have no problems traveling with you. You are in no way a Pyromaniac. You are a Pyro-saniac.” Poom: "I thought she was a Nymphomaniac.” Gorbash: "She is. Jonni contains multitudes.” "She is a mani[y]-maniac…"

"Only 40 Mauve peacocks. Peasants in the eyes of Vesh.”

Poom doffs her cloak to the mummies. Which may or may not mean she is now naked.

Jonni holds out the statue. “Yo. We got you this gift. It’s a statue with a head of one of those hairless bears in the river.”

"Oh Sweetie you made it. And you brought the circus, how thoughtful.” It seems like mom is deep into her third cup of wine of the evening. "Oh, it looks like the circus was already here before us, with all that make-up I thought you were a clown.” Azathoth: "Clowns have better accents.” "I know, Azathoth, but I'm trying not to push it just yet.”

Jonni: “Oh, I plan on putting on a show.” Poom: "Just make sure we survive.”

Gorbash: “As Jonni usually says... Don't threaten me with a good time.”

Poom: "Roast kenku never smells that good.”

Jonni: “Oh, if you like, I can regale you of tales of my affections.” Kat’s Mom: ”Oh I bet a lovely lady like you turns all the young men's heads.”

There is the sound of three Elder Gods going "Da fuck?”

Jonni tosses cat-mom at the Guards and turns off polymorph. Guards: "You may come with us to the hall of judgement and WHAT THE DEVIL?” Jonni: “CHEESE IT!”

Jonni: “I don’t care if you’re innocent of not. Fuck everyone that was in that room.” Poom: "I'd object, but I have eaten people.”

"Oh Gods, I left Katerninetales back there.” Gorbash: “Do we need to make another round of cat-knapping?”

"The dad checked out long ago and is avoiding showing any emotions to keep his sanity.” "Ah. Minimum wage experience.”

"He probably had a little miniature town in his basement he meticulously reconstructs as a hobby.” The two kats look at you "You are really on point with the insights." "He imports these little connecting brick toys form Borca. It’s weird.” Poom: "I thought those were disguised caltrops.”

"Okay, someone has to stay here with Kat and her brother, who is going with Marshal to rescue the wife?” "Irost, which way is the moon?” "Up there, obviously.” "Ah, a volunteer. Thank you.”

“I can fly.” "I can create holes in walls.”

Gorbash: "Jonni, an excuse to mess with Nima just came up!” Jonni: “Mess with or kill?” Gorbash: “At least the first, probably the second as well.” Poom: "There needs to be a line?”

"Yeah. I know where it is. And we are NOT going there. You will die.” "Not the first time.” “Everyone says that. It never takes.”

"No idea, but anything that touched the ground was eaten alive.” Poom: "Sounds like Thanksgiving at my family's place.”

"Even if they're horrible. Family is family.” Poom: "Yours isn't trying to eat you alive.”

"After we get her ring can we please just end Nima once and for all? Pretty please." Nyx makes puppy dog eyes.

“What, exactly do you want?  The longer you talk the greater the odds I kill you and fish the ring out of the ashes.”

"But just because we don't trust each other doesn't mean we can't be of use to one another.” "Mutually assured sudden-yet-inevitable betrayal. A distressingly common occurrence to us.”

“No one controls Jonni. Jonni can’t control Jonni!”

"We'll just be borrowing your ten-foot Poky Stick of Knowledge, though.”

OOC: This sounds like a situation that ends with riding a skeletal T-Rex. OOC2: Considering where we are? A Mummy Rex. OOC3: Nah, giant mummy hippo the size of an elephant.

OOC: If the book contains rituals… I may have a plan. OOC2: Use the book to rid us of Oloch? OOC: Two plans.

[duskys-dreams]

A huge bird was terrorizing the school playground, so I turned into a giant Kafit bird and defeated it at a great cost. One of my wings was torn badly.

I was vulnerable like this, so I flew to the desert. I quickly became lost.

Then I encountered a group of people who were also lost. They all had horses, and gave me one. The welcomed me into the group.

It has been raining for a while, so Ether put their shoes by the fire. After getting rid of a small fire that started in the shoe, I found a tiny grey wolf pup inside the shoe. Ether had checked their shoe many times because they had felt something there, but could never find anything.

Ether and I went to a pet shop and tried to give them the pup, along with James, an adult red wolfdog who was my companion.

I noticed that the guy was actually really scummy somehow, so we ran away. James saved the pup and carried him when we dropped him.

We rejoined the group in the desert and kept moving.

At one point, we noticed that Hope was lagging behind. We sent Soren to check on her, and the leader (who was Ether) stopped Nihilism from checking because he had apparently badly screwed up last time he checked on someone.

We waited for a long time, and neither appeared again. We eventually decided to keep moving, and let them catch up later.

We discovered a small abandoned camp that had a row of brightly-coloured trees. They made me feel calm and uneasy at the same time. Everyone else was completely calm.

Jasmine and I were peering into a cave when Soos accidentally moved the glass circle that was protecting in. We fell in, and then a giant boulder started rolling towards us. We ran.

As we ran, rocky pillars started coming in from both angles, snapping together. We had to doge being completely crushed.

Jasmine managed to escape, but started to panic when she realized I was gone. She called out Vayris’ name, which was my name.

Suddenly a band of rogues appeared and took Jasmine. The rest of our group was completely gone. Which was strange, as we were only gone for a minute at most. Even if they started leaving the moment we fell in, they’d still be in sight.

It was like falling to that cave led us into a different timeline.

I pushed through the rocks and appeared. I had scratches all over me, noticeably my face. I had been hit by a few of the crushing pillars, but they barely even hurt.

I turned into a Krafit bird and started looking for everyone. I saw the group of riders and landed out of sight, turned back into a human, and approached them. I hadn’t been keeping my bird-ness a secret from my travelling party, but something was telling me that this was off.

The leader, a dark, dangerous looking man, approached me. He could sense that something was inherently good about me, which clashes with his alignment. Still, he was somewhat cordial, but threatened to kill me. He started moving toward me with a knife, so I panicked and flew away in bird form.

I looked behind me and saw that he was following me as a similar bird, but smaller and black. It was very fast, but it couldn’t see in all directions at once, while I could. It was a scavenging type that could quickly swoop in and steal prey, so it wasn’t equipped for fighting, whereas I had blades all over my bird body, notably on my beak, near the back like a fang.

We had an aerial dogfight. He had the maneuverability advantage, but I was tougher and stronger. We flew for miles, and he dove into some trees. I foolishly followed, and was greatly slowed down by having to cut down trees with my wings like a timberjack while the leader could dodge around them.

I collided head-on with a tree and blacked out. I could feel talons sinking into my back.

[omegas-spaghettios]

The Suicide Squad 2021 Spoilers

God i loved this movie and God I loved the finale. So I'm just gonna infodump about how all of the character's decision to fight in the final confrontation with Starro make sense cause I just love good character writing.

First, DuBois. This is a man who has been shown to care very little for his own life and cares for others. He isn't suicidal at all, he doesn't want to die, but he obviously values others over himself. We see this with how he refuses to join Waller's squad until she threatens his daughter, in which he immediately signs on right there. Now he is always a bit of an ass, he just yelled fuck you at his daughter over and over right before this, but the second her life is in danger of major negative change he signs up immediately. We also see this with Ratcatcher, he promises to get her out alive and he does. So when a giant alien is attacking a city, of course he goes in to help others.

I also think his decision to not leak the info online is well within his character as well. He isn't necessarily hurting anyone by holding on to it, and by holding it over Waller's head he can keep both his remaining teammates (found family) and his daughter safe. So it may seem a bit scummy but it shows that this man isn't out here to do what's right all the time, he is here to protect people in the best way he can while keeping a clear conscious.

Cleo also makes sense. She is not cut out to be much of a soldier and we learn her father tried to instill kindness in her. Her siding with Flag earlier also informs her decision to move against Starro, she wants to help people. Her kindness to Nanaue also indicates that she cares for people despite personal risk.

Abner also makes sense (Polka-Dot Man). He cared for Milton when no one else did, that alone informs his decision to help people. And while it sucks he died and I didn't love how they did it, it does make sense that he did die. They show throughout the film that he is probably the least adept here at this kind of thing, he doesn't do combat all that well and his situational awareness isn't great like with the bombs on the floor in the tower, so it does make sense, even though the nature of his death did take me out of the horror and unity of the sequence.

Harley is the most established character here with Birds of Prey but even without it we see more than enough. She is very sentimental and bonds with people very quickly, as shown with her carrying the Javelin around all movie. She also kills the guy (can't remember his name) cause he threatens children and she has taught herself that she is above that. So her new friends are charging an alien who is harming people? Yeah, she's in.

Nanaue is shown to be the least complex character but we do know one thing that he values above all else: friends. All movie he cares mostly about eating but we learn very early on that he will put that aside if it means not hurting his friends, so when his first friend ever is going into combat, he goes after her! He might not understand much about the situation but he wants to go with his friend! And when he gets explicit permission from someone he recognizes as his commander to eat something, oh he goes right in

I know this hero moment didn't surprise anyone but contrasted with how awful 2017's movie did theirs with half of the characters not even making any sense to make this decision, it's so nice to see that this film put in the groundwork for character and interpersonal relationships to make these villainous figures doing good feel not only in character but oh so vindicating to watch

[alby-rei]

[Arthur Week, Day 3] Midnight Snacks

a/n: in which MC (ft. accomplice Dazai) wants to make the resident flirt, Arthur Conan Doyle, jealous. Why? Who knows! But what I do know is that it ends up working in his favor rather than MC’s... wait, what?

a/n 2: changed the title cuz it was bothering me xD nothing else changed.

My entry for @scummy-writes​‘s Arthur Week! 

Day 3: Coffee and Fudge || Writer’s Block

[Pairing]: Arthur x You/gn!MC, (pre-relationship)

[Characters]: You, Arthur, Dazai, Sebastian

[Word count]: ~2300 words

[Rating]: T

[POV]: 2nd Person 

“...and all of a sudden, I hear Mozart yell ‘stop releasing chickens in my music room!’ but Dazai didn’t even flinch!” You brought a foam-covered hand up to your mouth to cover your laughter.

You and Sebastian were cleaning the dishes together after lunch time. You’ve made it a habit to catch up on your day and share observations with Sebas, as pretty much no one steps into the kitchen around this time.

Well, that is except—

“_____~!”

Except Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, naturally. He must’ve finished his writing session and been wandering around the mansion, as is his trademark since your arrival.

You closed your eyes, hoping the man would walk past the kitchen without checking. You weren’t exactly in the mood for flirty games with the mystery writer, especially not after dealing with a haughty music teacher in Mozart. Sadly, luck was not on your side, today.

“I’ll tell you the rest later,” you wipe your hands with a towel. Picking up the tray of plates and cups to put them in their rightful places, you didn’t pay the writer any mind.

“After this I gotta find Dazai,” you said as you opened a cupboard. Your turned around to find Arthur leaning on the door frame, and your tone shifted dramatically, “Oh! Arthur, funny to see you here.”

Sebastian knew that tone very well. It was your sickeningly sweet voice that you dedicated to either (a) dodging conversation, or (b) planning something against that person.

“I’d say the same to you, ___, but you’re always in the kitchen. I couldn’t help dropping in to check on my favorite bird,” Arthur leaned against the door frame, flashing you a grin and a wink.

“Oh please, don’t talk about birds after what happened this morning,”  You caught sight of your target at the end of the hallway, “aaaand I have to go, see ya!” 

You duck under Arthur’s arm while his guard was down. He twirled around to follow you, but you evaded him, calling out to Dazai. Arthur stood in his tracks, as he watched the japanese author stop for you, and you beamed up at him.

“Dazai-san, I’ve been wanting to ask you for something, if you’re… free,” you noticed mid-sentence that the chicken that was still nestled in his arms.

“Hm?” His piercing yellow eyes brightened, “I’ll always have time for you, Toshiko-san.”

“Bawk!” The chicken… agreed, supposedly.

You laughed sheepishly, “That’s very sweet of you, I was actually interested in learning about your writing style and get some advice. I’ve been going through some terrible writer’s block.”

“I was working on a short story earlier, it’s in my room. Want to come with me?” He began to lead her towards his room.      

“I’m honored! I’d love to, Dazai-san.”

Oh yes, you were definitely planning something, Sebastian noted.

As the two of them walked away, Arthur stood glued watching the scene. Sebastian had been poking his arm the whole time, but he didn’t budge. Even shaking his entire arm didn’t spur any sudden movement from him.

“Sir Arthur. Earth to Sir Arthur,” Sebas continued tapping his shoulder and pinching his arm.

“Huh? Oh…” His gaze held an odd expression, one that Sebastian hadn’t seen from him before—a hint of sadness, maybe even frustration. But it was quickly replaced by his signature grin as he finally took notice of me, “Sorry, Sebas, I must’ve been blocking your path, got to go!”

And just like that, he scurried off.

After a moment’s pause, and after making sure the hallway was clear of esteemed residents, Sebastian did much the same, but in the opposite direction. He has notes to take, pronto. 

~*~

You and Dazai sat in the lounge room, having passed by his room, and Dazai collected his writing material.

“You have really pretty hands, Toshiko-san. I’ve heard you playing in Mo-kun’s piano room, you’re a wonderful pianist,” Dazai held your hand delicately in his, as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“Thank you, it’s something I take a lot of pride in,” your heart swelled from the warmth of his compliment, “but I’ve been much more interested with writing as of late. Actually, I’ve always wanted to write a novel.”

“Oh? I admire your ambition. How can I help?”      

“Well well well, what do we have here?” A third voice chimed in.

Right on time, as you expected.

“Have I interrupted your little rendezvous?” Arthur walked slowly and purposefully, as if he had caught them red-handed doing something they shouldn’t.

Internally, he was trying his best not to jump to conclusions. That would be uncharacteristic of him, after all. You weren’t tied to him in anyway, so there was no reason to feel so jealous that you went to Dazai for writing help instead of him. He didn’t even know about it!

So why was his heart pounding so loudly in his head while his eyes were fixated on their linked hands?

Dazai withdrew his hand, occupying it with his writing pen instead. He shot Arthur a smile with closed eyes.

“Of course not, we were just talking, Arty.”

“…Don’t call me that,” Arthur narrowed his eyes, “and second, I’d like to steal ____ now.”

“I’m sorry, Arthur, but I want to talk with Dazai a bit to improve my writing.”

Being shot down so directly caught Arthur off-guard; his insecurities getting a hold of him. For the first time, he found himself at a loss for ways to turn the conversation in his favor. At the moment, if he persisted, and you kept turning him down, he wouldn’t be able to let it down for the rest of the day.

Instead, Arthur straightened himself, fixing his tie, “Well then, I’m heading to the pub soon enough to find me a pretty skirt for the evening. Have fun, you two, I know I will.”

He huffed childishly, going out with a wave. Dazai turned to you with a polite smile.

“Do you think it worked?”

“Oh, he is definitely salty, thanks for agreeing to this, Dazai-san.”

“Any time, Yoshie-san, what are housemates for?” He smiled fondly at you.

“You’re a great actor, didn’t even flinch!”

“Ah, but who said I was acting?”

He got up with his writing tools and stepped out of the lounge before you registered what he said.

“Wait… what?!”

~*~

Later that evening…

…Well, more like around midnight, you just happened to catch the insomnia bug and were heading to the kitchen, as all people naturally do when they’re insomniac. You switched on the lights, thankful for the dimness of the lanterns in the kitchen. Scanning your options, your eyes settled on the coffee pot that sat quietly in the corner. Thoughts of a certain mystery writer gnawed at you, but you darted them away and walked past the coffee pot to get a glass of water instead. You leaned forward, filling her glass with bleary eyes that refused to slumber but also refused to open properly.  

Suddenly, you felt a touch to your backside. Eyes cracking wide open, you spun around and swung your makeshift weapon of glass at your offender. The offending mop of ash blue hair felt the full force of the blow, and the glass shattered across the floor.

Well crap.

“Ow… If I’m not mistaken, I’d say you were trying to kill me there, ____.”

For the love—.

“Arthur what the hell were you trying to pull?! Bloody hell! You made my heart drop.”

In a flash, his body was pressed against yours, caging you between his arms and the kitchen counter. The crunch of the glass under his shoes was the only sound in the room. You saw a small stream of blood start to fall by his ear.

“I was going to prepare myself a midnight snack with my coffee, but it seems I already found one ready for a taste test,” he licked the back of his fangs.

“At this hour??” It was well past midnight by now, and caffeine was the last thing you’d recommend anyone at this time. 

You felt his breath on your ear before he inhaled your scent. It was comforting to him as much as it was intoxicating to his senses.

He sighed, “____… I can’t get you out of my mind, no matter what I do.”

His arms circled around your waist, pulling you away from the countertop and flush against him, instead. All sorts of alarms were going off in your mind despite the drowsiness, with your instincts telling you to push him off.

“But then, you started avoiding me. And then… Sebastian and Mozart and even Dazai took you away from me,” he sniffled.

You pushed him off gently but still within his arms, as you stared at his face. There was a pink dust across his cheeks and a redness in the corners of his eyes.

“Arthur, are you… drunk?”

His frown flipped into a grin as he nuzzled his nose into your disheveled hair.

“Oh, don’t be silly, dear. I may have been out drinking, but I can bloody well hold my liquor. Theo can vouch for me on that.”

(a/n: no, he can’t lmao)

The sight of him in a somewhat vulnerable state, as well as the smell of his cologne, made it hard for you to properly fight him. Plus, you felt bad for crushing a glass cup on his head. Speaking of which…

“Is your head okay?”

“Hm…” He brought a gloved hand to his forehead, feeling a dull pounding in its wake, “I must say, you got me good, even the most daring fools never landed a hit on me yet.”

Just how thick is his skull to endure that?! You were both dazzled and frightened by their realization. 

With one of his arms off of you, you took this chance to escape, but you slid on a shard of glass and would have fallen face first onto the floor had Arthur not pulled you against him and taken the impact of the floor to his own shoulder. He laid on his back, clutching you protectively against his chest. He groaned with pain, but he pushed it aside to check on you first.

“Clumsy tonight, are we, or are you seriously trying to kill me?” He chuckled wryly.

Before you could even blink, you felt your vision do a 180-flip, and you were suddenly beneath him, away from the glass shards that littered the floor. The scent of his cologne flooded your senses again, as he smirked down on you with a drunken lopsided grin.

“I was absolutely livid when I saw Dazai hold your hand. Was that part of your plan, darling? Well, I’ve taken the bait.”

You flinched, your body wide awake to every touch and caress of this man. You bit your lip to avoid playing into his hands. You were still in control of the situation, you thought. His lips descended to your jaw, barely brushing your skin, like he’s testing your limits. Instinctively, you sighed, unaware of the breath you’d been holding.

Ok, maybe you weren’t entirely in control, either.

“Arthur…” You commanded, trying to regain some semblance of control back.

This was not part of your plan, however, and you were quickly losing grip of all reason and logic. You needed to get him off and away from you before you acquiesced to his ministrations.

“But don’t worry, ____. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

He drew back from you, staring down at you with an uncharacteristic tender look. He continued.

“The effect you have on me is not one I’ve felt with any woman I’ve ever encountered before. It’s confusing—maddening, even— and I can’t escape it… because I don’t want to,” he sighed in surrender, “I want you, ___.” 

It was a look of pure love and affection that shone in his eyes. His half-opened shirt invited your gaze to roam his body, and his thick-rimmed glasses framed his features in such an alluring glow that outshone the dimness of the kitchen. His hair looked softer than usual, too. Your hand twitched at the thought of running your fingers through those ash blue locks. Your mind was thrown into a whirlwind with the influx of new information, one that dented your rationality. Your desire to get closer to him wrestled against your impartial stoicism, threatening to crack the armor around the stone gates to your heart.

“Hey Arthur,” you started, twirling a lock of his hair with your hand. It was ever-so-slightly damp; he must’ve bathed in le thermae earlier.

“Yes, ____?”

Damn that seductive voice of his, you shooed away that thought as soon as it entered. You chose to focus on something much more pressing at the moment. 

“We need to get you bandaged up. You’re bleeding terribly from your head.”

~*~

It took a lot of convincing, but Arthur finally acquiesced to your persistent request.

“There, all done,” you stepped back from Arthur, who was sitting hunched over on his bed.

You were both settled in his room with his medical bag open on the desk and his equipment strewn all around. You didn’t exactly know what to do to treat Arthur’s wound, but you insisted on doing it for him… with copious amounts of instructions from him.

“I brought you some fresh coffee and fudge, as an apology.”

“At this hour?” He mimicked your tone from earlier. You rolled your eyes at his childishness.

“And here I am trying to make it up to you, and this is how you show gratitude?”

You huffed indignantly, ready to head out and leave the unappreciative writer to his own devices.

“Hold on, now,” he gripped your wrist before you could fully turn away, “you’re the one who smashed glass on my head, so you owe me a favor.”

“…a favor on top of tending to your wounds and bringing you coffee?”

“Oh, indulge me, won’t you? You did those of your own volition.”

You sigh, “Depends on the request, then.”

“Feed me,” he perked up with no hesitation or embarrassment in his tone.

You wanted to turn him down, to tease him about his child-like excitement, but you couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes. Those eyes held a very powerful hold over you though you blame it on your own tiredness outweighing your better judgment.

“Alright…” You moved aside his things to sit next to him, leaning towards the table to drag the tray closer to yourself.

“Open wide, you incorrigible baby.”

[the-broken-truth]

Donna with a raven s/o trying to get Angie to like him (platonic) 🧑🐾

A Raven's Kindness - Donna Beneviento x Male Raven Shifter Reader w/ Angie [Platonic]

Broken Truth: For those who don't know - A Group of Ravens is known as an unkindness. Interesting fact, don't you think?

- Quick Key -

[Y/N] - YOUR FIRST NAME

[L/N] - YOUR LAST/SURNAME/FAMILY NAME

[H/C] - HAIR COLOR

[H/L] - HAIR LENGTH

[E/C] - EYE COLOR

[S/C] - SKIN COLOR

il mio corvo - My Raven (Italian) (Remember - Donna is Italian, not Romanian.)

"For the last time - I don't want it, you stupid bird-man!" yelled a small but feisty voice as the keeper of the voice something in the face of the man sitting before her, making him grunt suddenly and his large black wings to twitch at the sudden slap to his face. As he lifted his [S/C] hands to his face to remove the item, the sound of little feet running away made his heart heavy before he removed the item and saw the wedding veiled doll disappear around a corner. Sadness filled the man's [E/C] eyes as he looked down at the newly sown dress in his hands before he closed his eyes to keep from crying.

This man was [Y/N] [L/N] - The Raven Hybrid of the Misty Forest, and the Lover of the Head of House Beneviento, Donna. He was a tall man with a slim but muscular build - he had [H/C] [H/L] hair and [E/C] eyes with a few scars trailing along his hands and forearms with a few on his face. He met Donna when he found her in his part of the woods looking for some flowers that grew in the darkest part of the forest where the sun never shined its light; she was going to get attacked by a wolf pack that was starving but he was perched in the tree above her and swooped down and saved her. She invited him to come to Beneviento Manor to tend to his wounds and she offered him a place to stay. After sharing each other's secrets, a relationship developed between the two but there was one problem.

Angie.

No matter what [Y/N] did, he couldn't seem to get the doll to accept him as Donna's Partner - today was the latest attempt. He researched the arts of sewing and knitting to make Angie a new dress and she just threw it in his face. He opened his eyes - letting tears fall upon the new dress - when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he wiped his eyes and looked over his shoulder to see the face of his love and lady behind him.

"She didn't like it?" Donna asked.

"She threw it in my face." [Y/N] exhaled before he placed the dress on the table he was sitting at. "I don't know what to do anymore, Donna; everything I tried gets thrown back in my face or destroyed before me. She hates me, Donna, and I don't know how to get her to accept me." the man exhaled - obviously tired of trying over and over again only to be rejected and talked down upon.

"I'm sorry this is going on, il mio corvo. But I'm sure she'll come around soon and accept you - she knows I love you, I'm sure she'll come around to love you too." Donna gave a smile to reassure the man but for some reason - he thought it was going to get worse before it got better, if it did at all.

[Around Dinnertime]

[Y/N] placed Donna's plate in front of her before he went to his seat and sat in the chair before starting to eat. Donna took a sip of the tea [Y/N] gave her before widening her eyes and looked at the tea - it wasn't the lemon or black forest tea she was used to. It was more...minty but still very good.

'Love, what kind of tea is this?" Donna asked as she looked at the raven-winged man before her.

"It's peppermint tea." [Y/N] said as he stopped eating to look her in the eyes and speak to her. Before Donna could open her mouth to speak to tell him it was a perfect tea to add to the list, the wedding-dressed doll spoke up, or rather, yelled.

"Peppermint Tea?! Are you stupid, bird brain?! You know Donna only drinks Black Forest or Lemon Tea and you have the nerve to bring her

peppermint?!" Angie yelled as she glared at the man.

"The Tea Vendor was all out of stock with Donna's usual teas and I didn't want to come home empty-handed. He recommended the Peppermint Tea as a good 'before bed' kind of tea & Donna told me that she was having hard times sleeping." [Y/N] defended himself before the doll yelled again.

"For the last time - this is NOT your home! Your 'home' is the wilds where Donna found you before she decided to bring you here! You're not more than a guest - a guest who's more than overstayed their welcome!" [Y/N] couldn't take anymore.

"Then what do you want me to do, Angie?! You've done nothing but be rude and spiteful towards me since I got here and it's been worse when Donna and I told you we were dating! Nothing I do seems to please you! Just tell me - how can I make you happy?!" [Y/N] begged to know, tired of the back and forth, wanting a straight answer so he could make Donna's Porcelain Daughter happy.

"Isn't it obvious?! I want you to leave! I don't want you here! I don't want you dating my mother! I don't want you around our home! I want you out and never to return, you stupid bird freak!!!" Angie yelled as loud as her non-existent lungs would allow.

"ANGIE!!!" Donna shrieked in horror at what she just said to the raven-winged man, who just looked wide-eyed at the doll before his head lowered, his hair casting shadows that blocked his face. Donna watched in horror as [Y/N] rose from his seat and walked around the table and went up the stairs to the room that Donna let him call his own before they began sharing a room.

Donna rose to her feet, striding after the man, and turned the corner just in time to see the door to the room close and the sound of it locking. The Head of House Beneviento started knocking on the door, begging [Y/N] to let her in so that they could talk about it but the man didn't open the door, only telling her that they would talk in the morning.

Donna began sobbing as her forehead rested on the hardwood of the door, she was so consumed in her sadness that she didn't hear Angie walk up behind her.

"Why are you crying over that freak, Mother? He's not worth your tears." Angie scoffed but that scummy behavior went down her throat as Donna turned her face to glare at the doll.

"Don't you dare call him that - He's not a freak...You never call someone that - not when you know how it affected us all the time ago." Donna removed herself from the door. "I've never been so disappointed in you, Angie. After everything, he's done to get you to accept him and you treat him like that." Donna balled up her fist before she walked to her room and slammed the door, leaving the doll stunned in the hall.

[The Next Morning]

Angie floated down the stairs to meet her mother and the raven-man at the table for breakfast but once the table was in her sights, she noticed a few things out of place:

Her mother was at the breakfast table with a piece of paper in her hands and sobbing.

There was no breakfast on the table - there weren't even any dishes on the table.

There was no raven-man bring food out of the kitchen. Hell - there was no raven-man at all.

Angie floated to her mother and stepped on the table.

"Mother? What's wrong? Did that Raven-Man do something to you?" Angie asked. Donna said nothing just sobbed harder and handed Angie the note; the doll read the note and her eyes would have gotten wider if they could.

"I return home. Please forget me, Donna. Angie, please take care of your mother and forgive me for overstaying my welcome."

- Raven-Freak.

'He... He actually left?' Angie asked herself as she read the note again. She looked at her mother's crying face - able to feel her sorrow through the bond they shared through the Cadou. Angie reached out to give the dollmaker and comforting touch but Donna moved away from the doll, glaring at her with tears rushing down her face before she stood and rose to her feet and ran upstairs to her room, locking herself inside.

"Mother?" the doll whimpered.

[3 Days Later]

It had been 72 Hours since [Y/N] left and things weren't the same: The house seemed quieter, Donna rarely spoke to Angie; she didn't even play with her or the other dolls. Even a good number of the dolls stopped talking to Angie or even playing with her - angry at her for making their 'Bird Dad' leave House Beneviento.

Angie couldn't understand it - it was just a raven-freak; how could it make almost everyone turn against her when she had been with them since Donna's Father built her.

"You don't get it, do you, Angie?" Asked a weak male voice, Angie turned around to see it was one of the male dolls dressed as a clown.

"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything wrong." Angie pouted.

"But you did. Think about it - all the people that have ever come to House Beneviento ran away either out of fear of the dolls or Mother's Scar; all of them except for [Y/N]. He stayed with us, never judged us, and treated us with respect and love, just as he's done for Mother. He would read to us, fix our clothes, make us knew clothes, talk to us; as if we were real children because he thought we were, we are mother's children and since he loved her, he loved us and accepted us. Don't you see what you took away from mother? Away from all of us? We finally had a family - a happy family, but you had to destroy that because of what?" The male doll asked.

"I...I...I didn't..."Angie tried to defend herself.

"But you did. Name one person who really loved mother for her." The male doll said.

"Mother Miranda!" Angie was quick.

"When was the last time Mother Miranda came here to spend time with her adopted daughter? Never. All she wants is her blood daughter back." The male doll said.

"What about Alcina?" Angie asked.

"Never gave Mother the time of day, not even at the lord meetings; none of the lords have." countered the male doll.

Angie tried to say something but she knew her brother was telling the truth - no one has loved her mother as [Y/N] did, has been there for her mother as much as [Y/N] has, held her mother as much as [Y/N] has.

'What have I done?' Angie's heart shivered as she floated out of the doll room, down the stairs and out the front door, through the estate gate, and down the path into the Misty Forest - where the sun never shined its light.

"[Y/N]! WHERE ARE YOU?! [Y/N], PLEASE COME OUT! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!!!" Tears would be running down Angie's face if she had a human body, she came to a clearing surrounded by trees as she fell to her knees, sobbing at the fact she's destroyed her mother and siblings' happiness by being jealous and afraid that [Y/N] would take her mother away from her and she would be along. The doll quietly sobbed to herself when she heard growling all around her - she lifted her head to see she was surrounded by wolves, at least 8 of them...and they looked hungry.

Angie began to shiver in fear - without the pollen or things to control, she wasn't able to defend herself. She closed her eyes waiting for the end until she feels something shielding her from the wolves, as well as hearing the wolves whimper in fear. She looked and gasped when she saw familiar wings circled around her in a protective way.

A familiar scarred hand picked her up and she was lifted into the air as she began floating back in the direction of House Beneviento.

Upon returning - the figure holding her placed her on the ground after descending; she turned to see [Y/N] looking down at her with concerned eyes.

"Angie, what were you thinking going into that part of the forest? You could have been hurt." [Y/N] said with worry laced in his voice. The doll jumped into his chest, making the raven-winged man gasp and hug the doll so she wouldn't fall. "Angie, what's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for yelling at you! I was jealous! Scared that you would and mom would have a child and forget about me! I didn't want to be alone!" Angie cried into his chest.

"Angie..." She looked at him, "Donna would never leave you, plus I care for you and all the dolls as if you were my own kids. I just wanted you to accept me so that you would feel comfortable around me; I want to be good for your mom and you, along with your siblings." He explained.

"You...You aren't mad at me?" Angie asked with a shaking voice.

"Of course not!" [Y/N] hugged the doll tightly. "I love you, Angie."

Angie hugged the raven hybrid and sobbed her little heart out, completely unaware of her mother and siblings watching them.

After all that happened, [Y/N] moved back into House Beneviento and Donna returned to normal...except Angie was always riding on [Y/N]'s Shoulder and started calling him 'Papa', never waiting to be apart from him. Donna started wondering if [Y/N] was going replace her as Angie's Favorite Parent.