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johnnycakesswitch · 2 months

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Some of y’all are so mean about Steve and Two-Bit omg 😭😭😭 some people act like their only personalities are Two-Bit being an alcoholic and Steve being mean to Pony and liking chocolate cake like let’s be fr. Let’s clear the air w some canon details about the two most forgotten greasers bc they deserve better and some of y’all pay them absolutely dust as if they’re not important to the story also

Let’s start w pookie Steve

• “Steve Randle was seventeen, tall and lean, with thick greasy hair he kept combed in complicated swirls.” Ok so here’s some physical description, I’ve seen so many people say that Pony only gave Steve one line of description, there’s actually much more in the rest of Steve’s paragraph 😀

• Pony goes on to describe Steve as “tacky, smart, and Soda’s best buddy since grade school.” He also says that Steve can lift a hubcap quicker and quieter than anyone else in the neighborhood and also knows cars inside out and backwards and can drive anything on wheels. Pony takes time to emphasize that Steve is in fact smart (he’s still in school so this is important) and how skilled he is when it comes to cars

• Steve has been arrested before for unspecified reasons

• Pony says that Steve and Soda both have too much energy and feelings, which is why they get into fights and drag races so often

• Steve (and Two-Bit and Soda for that matter) would’ve joined in on Dally’s dirty talking to Cherry

• Steve and Soda will buy Pony bottles of soda and let him help work on the cars when he goes to the DX

• Steve was the one who saw Johnny’s jacket on the ground when he got jumped and picked it up with the plan to bring it back to him and was the one who looked closer and saw the blood on the jacket and the ground. Also- “Steve closed his eyes for a second and muffled a groan as he dropped on his knees beside Soda.” Steve was clearly very distraught to see Johnny in the state he was after being beat up so badly, which mirrors his reaction to when Dally died. Steve feels very deeply and has a hard time hiding it

• Steve threatened Sylvia when she was talking to Johnny and gave Johnny a lecture about girls- big brother energy

• he has a “soft, bitter voice”

• Steve and Two-Bit were the ones who started goofing around the time they went to church and Steve was the one who dropped the hymn book and embarrassed Pony and Johnny 😭

• Soda and Steve never fought

• Steve’s dad kicks him out about once a week which really bothers Steve and is likely a reason for his hatred for his father which Pony mentions earlier on. His dad usually gives him money to make up for it. He often sleeps on the Curtis couch (Pony says it’s “usually” Steve on the couch)

• Two-Bit and Steve were so happy to see Ponyboy after the fire, they immediately started roughhousing and teasing him

• “Don't worry about it," Steve said, cocksure that he and Sodapop could handle anything that came up. "They don't do things like that to heroes.” Steve was quick to reassure Pony that he wouldn’t get taken out of Darry’s custody

• the only time Soda was ever mad at Steve was when he called Darry all brawn no brain

• “Hate to tell you, buddy," Steve said, still flat on the floor, "but you have to wear clothes to work. There's a law or something.” Steve teasing Soda 😭

• Steve was “surprisingly angry” when Pony asked about Sandy, more than likely because he knew how upset Soda was about it

• Soda, Steve, and Pony all put in extra hair grease before the rumble to look cool

• he and Soda were “playing cards and arguing as usual” before the rumble

• Steve fights for hatred

• he had three broken ribs after the rumble. He looked “feverish and bewildered” when Pony came back from the hospital. Despite how hurt he was though, he immediately went running with everyone when Dally was in trouble

• “Steve stumbled forward with a sob, but Soda caught him by the shoulders” again, Steve was so visibly distraught when one of his friends was hurt, even more so now because Dally was dead

• Pony, Two-Bit, and Steve usually leave school together at lunchtime to go to the store

• Steve and Two-Bit were backing Pony when he used the bottle to defend himself from the Socs

• “Is that all that's bothering you, that switchblade?" a red-eyed Steve had snapped at him.” Just more of Steve and his emotions

So even though he is a side character, Steve is so much more developed than we give him credit for. He’s deeply loyal, emotional, has a strained relationship with his father, and would do anything for the people he cares about. Additionally, it’s so important that he’s Soda’s best friend too- who do we think was there for him when Pony ran away and Sandy left him or when Pony and Darry are arguing all the time?

Now for Two-Bit

• he would’ve come to get Pony from the movies in his car if Pony had asked

• Pony says life was one big joke to Two-Bit

• he had a wide grin and “couldn’t stop making funny remarks to save his life”

• famous for shoplifting and always mouthing off to cops

• he likes fights, blondes, and school

• Pony likes him a lot because he kept them all laughing at themselves and other things

• Pony says Two-Bit could put things into words good

• offered everyone cigarettes at the movies and paid for everyone’s drinks and popcorn

• Two-Bit gave Pony a similar lecture on girls to the one Steve gave Johnny

• Two-Bit “gallantly” offered to walk Cherry and Marcia the 20 miles home. He talked them into letting him drive them home which is where they were headed, to get his car, before Bob and Randy showed up

• “Two-Bit said, "Don't get mouthy, Ponyboy” his big brother energy is coming out y’all

• Two-Bit hit Pony hard upside the head when he said what he did about Johnny not being wanted at home

• “Shut up talkin' like that," Two-Bit said fiercely, messing up Johnny's hair. "We couldn't get along without you, so you can just shut up!” I’m crying

• he waved at everyone when they all turned to look at them after they all caused a ruckus in church 😭

• Johnny and Pony get Two-Bit and Darry on their team for football 😌 so we can assume Soda and Steve have Dally

• Two-Bit broke the windows in the school building

• Two-Bit got jumped while Pony and Johnny were gone but it wasn’t too bad because he’s a good fighter

• Dally and some other greasers wanted to jump Cherry when she came to talk to them but Two-Bit stopped them

• he was gonna go to Texas to look for Pony and Johnny 😔

• Pony says people like Two-Bit, Dally, and Tim Shepard forgot how to cry at a young age

• again, so excited when Pony got home. Picked him up and swung him around and immediately started making fun of his hair

• “What I like is the 'turn' bit," Two-Bit said, cleaning the egg up off the floor. "Y'all were heroes from the beginning. You just didn't 'turn' all of a sudden.” This quote is SO important. No, they didn’t just turn heroes. Two-Bit recognizes that Johnny and Pony had always been special even if others didn’t see it

• Two-Bit knew all about Pony’s nightmares and was interested in hearing about them when Pony told Darry about his dream

• immediately offers to babysit Pony when Darry is hesitant to leave him home alone

• Pony says it’s just about impossible to get mad at him

• Two-Bit wouldn’t take no for an answer when the nurse told them they couldn’t see Johnny

• he was closer to tears than Pony had ever seen him after snapping at Johnny’s mother

• gave Dally his switchblade, his prized possession, with zero hesitation when Dally asked

• could tell something was up with Pony and felt his head for a fever, really wanted to tell Darry but Pony said no

• Two-Bit fights for conformity

• he had four stitches in his cheek and seven in his hand after the rumble

• “Two-Bit came blubberin' over here with some tale about how you were running a fever before the rumble and how it was all his fault you were sick. He was pretty torn up that night.” He feels so guilty about Pony being sick :(

• was worried when he thought Pony was getting tough and relieved when he realized Pony was still his soft, sensitive self after picking up the broken glass

So we see that Two-Bit is definitely more developed than Steve and he is a super important character. He’s silly and goofy which is what they need sometimes in their hard lives, he’s got such a nurturing personality, he’s a gentleman at heart, and is so quick to praise/defend any of his friends, even against themselves like when Johnny talks bad about himself. Overall, he and Steve are both very much important to the story. Treat them better. The end.

#they deserve better #the outsiders #details #steve randle #two bit mathews #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #johnny cade #dally winston #the outsiders headcanons

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alexa-fika · 8 months

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Revenge and Teasings ( Asl x sister!reader)

A/N: Yall, I COOKED; we got some of that ASL action up in here 🫦. Will this make you guys forgive me for leaving you unfed for two days? We got those polled jobs; I think we all agreed on these guys’ jobs. I didn’t ask about Luffy cause he has a canonically modern au job given by Oda 👀 . Guys, I researched Law and firefighting for a few hours for this. Im a teacher, so thankfully, I didn't have to research that one. Also, beware, this does address abusive relationships, but dw, I also included a lot of wholesomeness at the end cause; hello?

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Dividers by @/saradika

The three Brothers find themselves in the living room, Ace and Luffy roughhousing while Sabo sighs, trying to separate them.

Their usual antics were halted as the door to the house slammed open and closed, their little sister standing at the door, tears going down her face.

“O-Oh hey, you guys are all here earlier!” She exclaims hastily, wiping her face

The fighting paused as all three paused and stared, Sabo nodding.

"Yeah… I only had a short meeting with a client today; Ace just had a PD day, and Luffy didn’t have a shift today… are you okay, Reader?”

He asked her, glancing at her; her eyes were puffed up, her hair was everywhere, and her clothes were covered with dirt

“Yeah! Yeah! Just had a little stumble outside; it was so embarrassing since everyone saw it and got overwhelmed,” she replies quickly, trying to fix the mess in her hair

The brothers all glanced at each other and then back to Reader, who clearly was lying.

Ace narrowed his eyes at her.

"You’re lying."

Luffy nodded also.

“Yeah, you’re really bad at lying when you’re upset. What’s wrong?”

“You caught me.”

She laughs

“The administration called me out today; one of my co-workers complained about how I ran the classroom; I was so upset I lost balance on my bike and fell,” she winced, rubbing her nose.

“To make matters worse, now I have a bunch of paperwork to do, thanks to her, so I have to get started on that,” she groans, walking up the stairs

“I’ll be downstairs for dinner!” she calls as she enters her room, closing the door behind her

“….”

“Since when does she call the other teachers ‘co-workers’? She always calls them by name when telling us about them, doesn’t she?” Sabo questions

“It’s absolute bullshit that anyone would complain about her classroom, I’ve seen her lesson plans, and they are one of a kind; there's no way anyone could complain about them,” Ace adds

“And why was she so worked up over paperwork…? She always loves doing it; she was one of those weirdos who loved having something to do…., especially for her kids.”

“She definitely lying again….” Sabo concludes, getting up.

“Let me talk to her!” Luffy exclaims, shooting up

“I think it’s best we all go together; if we go alone, she will easily be able to brush us off or lie again; it’s harder to do that with three people onto you.”

“Okay then, let’s go,” Ace said, getting up as well and climbing up the stairs

“Reader? Can you open up for a minute?”

“Y-Yeah! Just give me a minute!” She screamed, sounds of her scrambling being heard

“Hey, I thought I told you guys I had paperwork to do?” she nervously smiled as she opened the door

“ We know you are l-“ Luffy starts but is cut off as Ace quickly wraps his arms around him, covering his mouth

“We know you’re having a crappy day, but we thought that since we were all here, we would spend some time together,” Sabo cuts in with a gentle smile on his face

“O-oh, well…yeah, come in then!” She said, opening the door wider with a smile

After some whispering between Ace and Luffy, the brothers pile in; Ace sits in her desk chair while Luffy throws himself on her bed next to her, and Sabo takes a seat on the bed, glancing at her

"Hey, what’s this reader?” Luffy said, raising his sister’s sleeve to reveal a dark bruise on her wrist.

“Oh, that! Well, like I said, I had a pretty bad tumble on the bike.”

“You have another one forming on your face. Luffy points out.”

“Yeah… I must have been really unlucky; I fell on my face when I fell.”

Sabo narrowed his eyes at her; after so many cases and long days at the court, he had grown excellent at deciphering body language; it became second nature for him to spot mannerisms that hinted towards the person’s insincerity or anxiousness.

Mannerism, such as constantly shifting their eyes between different people in the room, the way they begin to scratch at their nose more often than usual, playing with their hair to try to ease the anxiety or the slight tilt they did towards the door, an escape route if they were discovered; all of these he could easily spot in his sister.

Luffy glanced at the bruises, experience of running in and out of burning buildings, and helping people in hazardous and unfortunate situations; he had seen all types of injuries and had become used to them, become used to identifying their origin

Scrapes and open skin from high-speed accidents, abrasions on the skin from hazardous materials being misused or leaked, and even bruises and injuries from civil unrest situations. He had enough experience to be able to tell injuries from a bike stumble to man-made injuries.

Ace glanced at her sister; because of his job, he was obligated to be certified in specific areas, mandatory reporting being one of them.

Because he spent all day with the children, he had to be able to spot any abusive indicators, inconsistencies in their stories, malnutrition, the children’s reaction to their parents, and weird marks on their bodies. Although he had been trained on how to apply this with his first-grade students, the same principle could be applied to any person of any age that presented these indicators, indicators that he could clear as day see on his sister

The brothers glance at each other, and ever the one to take the lead, Luffy is the first one to speak up

“Shishi, really? Do you need any help bandaging the scrapes?” he offers

“Scrapes? I don’t have any scrapes, Luffy”

“Hah? That’s weird; when people fall off their bikes they usually have lots of scapes; you don’t have any, just some pretty bad bruises,” he points out

“W-Well I-

“People who have been in biking accidents, or just falling in general, usually have lots of injuries in their hands, seeing as it is our instinct to protect our face and to slow our fall., you however, have none of those weird..” Continued Sabo

"W-Well, I have no self-preser-

“It’s weird despite having so much paperwork to do and being outed by one of your co-workers, these lesson plans are all completed, and there are footnotes all around from your co-workers seems they really liked your ideas and need you to help them implement them on their own classroom, wonder what kind of person would ask advice from someone they think is doing their job wrong” Ace comments picking up the various papers littered on her desk

“H-Hey don’t tou-

“You aren’t going to lie again, right?” Ace cuts in

“Because I mean, you really suck at it,” Luffy adds

“Do we wanna try another round of you telling a convincing story?” Ace adds, glancing at her

“I -I…” she tries to find the right words but hangs her head after failing to do so

“That’s unfair; you guys are teaming up and using your jobs against me.”

“It’s not fair? Not fair for who?” Sabo raises a brow.

“We are just calling you out on your bullshit, which is pretty nice of us,” Ace comments in a deadpan voice

“Usually, with everyone in the law, we would tear you to shreds until you said the truth. You should be thankful for being so lucky that we’re your brothers,” Sabo adds

“Can I do anything to make you guys drop this?”

“Nope,” Luffy said without hesitation

She groans, throwing herself in her pillow head-first

Ace sighed, joining his siblings on the bed and easily picking his sister up, sitting in her place, placing her on his lap, and hugging her

“Please let us help you; we promise we will deal with anything you may be going through.”

“Nothing wrong,” she says quietly

“N-nothing’s wrong,” she repeats, a slight crack in her voice as tears start pooling in her eyes

“Nothing…Nothing is wrong,” she says as she begins sobbing, gripping his brother's clothes tightly as she cried into him, the same way she did when they were children

The brothers all stayed still; Ace stroked her hair comfortingly and patted her back as she broke down in tears. Despite them all being grown up and having seen their share of violence and trauma, this still made the brothers' hearts bleed, seeing their youngest sibling hurt.

Luffy pulled her into a hug, his rubber arms embracing her tightly, letting her sob into his arms while Sabo patted her back in support.

"Hey now, it's okay; you can tell us the truth now; we aren't gonna be mad."

“I can’t; I can’t. “

"You can, we promise, we are all adults; we aren’t gonna lash out at you for telling us the truth," Sabo said firmly

"No matter what you say, or what has happened, we will always be here for you" Ace reassures her

“No, He said he would hurt you,” she cries

The brothers all freeze at her words; their smiles falter, and their faces all drop, their hearts all break.

Luffy pushes out slightly from their embrace, grabbing her hands and looking her in the eyes

“Reader. Tell us who did this, no matter who it is, we’ll kick his ass! We won’t be done in by some idiot; you’re always there for us, so let us carry your burden this time!” Luffy exclaims

“I don’t want you guys to get hurt; I couldn’t live with myself if my brothers got hurt because of me,”

“Don’t be an idiot!” luffy screams at her, shaking her, ignoring his brothers' protests

“We’re already hurt from seeing you get hurt and not being able to do anything! It hurts more seeing you get hurt!”

Her eyes widen at his words as her sobs become more frantic

Ace quickly pulls his little sister from Luffy before pulling her into a big bear hug and kissing her forehead affectionately

“We’ll be fine, just please tell us who it was; we promise we’ll handle this; as your big brothers, it’s our responsibility to protect you, and to do that, we have to know who did this to you,” his voice was tender and kind. All the fire that was in him earlier has dimmed and was taken over by nothing but brotherly concern.

“E-E-Enel,” she sobs out

Ace is the first to react, turning his sister toward him

“Enel? The asshole who kept harassing you back at the host club? I thought we left him behind when we left that job?”

“After we got our jobs in Newgate School, he managed to find my contact,” she cries

“He said if I stopped seeing him, he would go after you guys. He said he would destroy your careers and your lives, and then he would go after my kids.”

Ace sighs, flickering her forehead

“You’re an idiot.”

She squeaks, holding her forehead in pain

“W-What?”

Ace chuckles softly

“I’m calling you an idiot, did you forget? Sabo is the best attorney in GrandLine, Luffy is a firefighter with friends in all the offices, including the police, and you know our principal, Edward, is a family man, but he is powerful; he would not stand still if he heard this, especially not to one of his employees being under threat and definitely not when the kids are under threat.”

Luffy nods in agreement.

“We are pretty much the worst people a guy could try to mess with; you do realize that, right?”

“I know that, I know the chances were slim, but I wasn’t going to take any chances, not with you guys on the line.”

“So, instead, you decided to put yourself on the line?” Luffy asks

“Is your health not worth even a chance to protect us? Was that your reasoning sister? I thought you’d trust us more,” Ace adds

“You are aware of how idiotic that is, right?” Sabo chimes in

“We have dealt with worse; you weren’t just playing with our lives, but with your own as well; you really think letting some dickwad play you with would be better than taking a chance of us handling him??” The freckled man exclaims

“Also, did you think for a second we wouldn’t find out? And that we wouldn’t get worried?” Ace adds

“I was hoping I would be good at hiding it…

“You know damn well you have always been lousy at hiding stuff,” Sabo comments sharply, but then his tone softens a bit

“But you should have just told us the truth, no matter how dangerous you thought it would be.”

Luffy nods.

“You didn’t need to carry this burden alone; we could have helped you.”

“I’m sorry “

“Just don’t do it again, okay?” Sabo replies as he pulls her into a big hug; Ace and Luffy join him in the hug, the three brothers letting their sister hug them for long, not letting go of their sister, Ace kissing her forehead

“We’re just worried about you; we don’t care if it’s dangerous; we love you,” Ace reassures her

“Now let me see it,” he said, gesturing for her hand

She hesitates for a moment, not wanting to give her hand to Ace; she turns towards the other brothers with pleading eyes, but they all nod for her to show the bruise, so she finally does, holding her sleeve back, and puts her hand over Ace’s, the bruise covered a large part of her arm up to just below the elbow with some bruises and marks on various parts of her arm, some older, others fresh

Ace glances up

“Sabo, how good of an attorney are you?” he says, a dangerous undertone in his words

“Ace! You are not killing him!” Reader hisses

Ace doesn’t react to her words; instead he speaks calmly and cooly

“No one said anything about killing; I was thinking more of a severe beating” he chuckles before grinning wickedly

“Let’s kick his ass” agrees Luffy

“Sabo, you’re an attorney; please talk some sense into them before they get into trouble with the law.”

Sabo looks from his brothers to her; he doesn’t seem particularly against the idea of hurting Enel; in fact, his eyes are glinting with delight at the idea

“We’re not breaking any laws; after all, it was self-defense. We saw him attacking you, and we stepped in using reasonable force to protect you and ourselves.”

“Isn’t that right, guys? we only had to use force after he came at us.”

“Sabo! You are not lying in court!” She pleads

“Who said anything about lying? All three of us are witnesses; it’s not lying if it’s the truth!” Ace says not breaking eye contact with his sister

“It’s not lying; we all reported the same story and told nothing but the truth.” Sabo nods excitedly

“Yeah!!” Luffy agrees with a nod; they all seemed to be one and the same when it came to taking care of someone who hurts someone as important as their sister

“Guys, please, think about this,” she says, turning to look at all of them

“Sabo, come on, there’s no way a judge would buy three brothers having to all launch at a guy just for self-defense!”

“Oh, but there was even an officer at the scene who witnessed it; he had to help us get the guy off you; the guy was just ruthless; we had no option but to all step in,” Sabo exclaimed, continuing his made-up scenario

“Zoro would be more than happy to join if he hears what the guy did” Luffy grins

She sighs, looking at her brothers, tears welling in her eyes

“You guys are unbelievable,” a teary laugh leaving her

“No one is getting away with hurting our family; come here!” Ace says, grinning and pulling her in for a noogie, his smile widening at her small shriek,

“You ass! What happened to protecting your little sister? That hurts!”

"You use that language in your classroom?! It's just a noogie!" he said with a grin, glad that even for just a few minutes, she could just relax with them, forgetting about Enel and the damage he had caused.

"it does not hurt!"

"Besides, you deserved it for not being honest with us; you're not getting away with keeping things from us," Sabo laughs

“You treat your kids this way?!” She retaliates

“No, I treat my students with kindness and patience, but you’re my lil sis, so I have to mess with you a little,” he teases

“And you totally deserve what you’re getting.”

She scoffs

“Patience and kindness”

“You heard me, only kindness and patience, but you’re not a first grader like they are, so you get a little extra care since you’re older and know more than they do,” he said, his movement getting faster

“Not to mention, we can’t put little Tama in a headlock as a form of discipline,” he adds

“I’m telling Tama his beloved teacher will give her a noogie!

“You wouldn’t!” Ace laughs

“Tama would never believe it! She loves me!”

“Im also telling your squad you let innocent civilians be tormented, Luffy!” She said escaping from the headlock and running out of her room

“Oh, don’t even think about it, Shishishi!” Luffy grabs her hand, stopping her on her tracks

“You guys keep using your jobs against me! Unreasonable force, I say!”

Luffy simply laughs

“You should have joined me when I called you to train with my squad!”

“You wanna talk about unreasonable force? Well, you would know all about that, wouldn’t you, sis?” Ace replies, grabbing her as Luffy tosses her back in the bed and wraps her in another headlock

Sabo shrugs as he watches, not even going to attempt to break this particular situation up

“Not my fault! I need to use more force; otherwise, it won't get through your numbskulls!” She screams, laughing joyously, the pain and suffering from her situation forgotten momentarily

“And Sabo! How could you! A man on law watching these two brutes commit battery!”

“Hey, a little headlock is hardly anything; we’ve done far worse.” Sabo chuckles

“A man of the law would know all the technicalities of self-defense,” he points out,

“And you’d be surprised by how much I can witness without being called to court; a few weeks ago, I was watching a student in a bar brawl, and he didn’t even get arrested, just a fine, so don’t be too worried about me, I won’t tell.”

She gasps mockingly

Luffy and Ace both chuckle

“We should have expected you’d put up the least fight, Shishi” Luffy chuckles

“You’ve always been the least physical of the three; you are so easy to tease,” Ace adds

Sabo chuckles, though he didn’t join their ganging up on their little sister

After finally being free from their teasing, she smiled at them

“Thank you”

The brothers all smile back at her

Ace squeezes her hand

“We’re just relieved that you’ll let us help you now.”

Luffy nods

“Don’t worry, we will kick Enel’s ass!”

“You didn't think I would let it slide, did you, little sister? The way I see it is that Enel picked a fight with you, which in turn means he picked a fight with all of us; I won’t let someone threaten my family without paying the consequences.”

I was honestly worried that this would just keep a grim tone all throughout it, but I managed to clutch at the end because the brothers wouldn’t just let her sister stay upset before they dealt with this asshole, and honestly, neither would I. I really struggle with Luffy being OC here, but I look back at all his speeches and serious moments and I think this is pretty spot on, if anything mellowed out

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thegirlwhowatchedeverything · 1 year

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Pete Appreciation Post

Pete and Nat:

As her partner, he not only handles but actually and actively loves her family.

He goes to Al-Anon meetings WITH her (1x2).

He doesn't show up to Christmas empty handed (to steal Carmy's words that'd make him an asshole). He continues to be joyful and make small talk while being ripped to shreds for his attempt at a funny, genuinely considerate tuna casserole (2x6).

One of Nat's biggest traumas (flashback to 2x6 of Donna grabbing her by the face while threatening to kill herself) is juxtaposed with her greatest joy - ending the day with Pete on the couch watching TV (2x8).

Everything Pete does and says in 2x10. I don't even know where to start. Him so beyond proud and supportive and excited and happy for Nat. Him trying to convince Donna to come inside by playing to their shared pride of Nat (and Carm). His reaction after the conversation with Donna. Chris Witaske you talented actor and Pete you beautiful, patient, loving, understanding, forgiving man.

Pete and Carmy:

Pete makes such an effort with him (to steal Mikey's words he gives like the biggest fuck). He genuinely embraces Carmy and wants so desperately to be embraced by Carmy in return:

He brushes/laughs off an unexplained past incident involving Carmy (and presumably Michael) that sent him to urgent care. Very bro siblings roughhousing behavior (1x2).

He lets Carmy use his and Nat's freezer even though he knows she'll be mad at him for it. Very brothers ganging up on their sister/two siblings scheming against the third (which I imagine happened between the Berzatto siblings so much and in so many combinations) (1x5).

He was so hype and adorably complimentary about Carmy's homemade ecto cooler and ugh I wish Carm had given more credit there because they are clearly just both big nerds at heart (1x4).

He defends Carmy for being called a loser at the catered party by bringing up his career as one of the most lauded chefs (as I've said before, he and Syd were the two members of the Chef Carmy club). And he does so in front of a large and intimidating assortment of friends and family (to paraphrase Carmy paraphrasing Marcus we see that Pete can throw down huh). Very protective big brother vibes (1x4).

He then individually compliments Carmy's courage for leaving home and making an incredible career for himself. He also makes a point to tell him that Nat is proud of him. Emotionally supportive brother behavior (1x4).

He thanks Carmy for letting him be a part of his family! It's beyond sweet to say that to your in laws, but when your in laws are the Berzattos (1x4)?!

Pete And The Berzattos:

He still gets ribbed more than not, but at the end of the day he's accepted.

Carmy saying I kind of like Pete now (1x5).

Stevie saying his heart was in the right place after the tuna faux pas (2x5).

Fak saying he'll be a great daddy (2x10).

Donna congratulating Pete about the baby thus signaling her approval (2x10).

Pete Is An Only Child:

I've been convinced since S1 and S2 only confirmed.

The genuine love and effort he puts into each family member (blood, extended, and honorary) of the Berzattos not only shows Pete is truly a nice guy, but it speaks to his deep desire to be a part of a family - to belong (see all examples above).

We learned Richie and Sydney are only children (It must have been nice to have Nat and Carm. Yeah, now you do too. *sobs*) so another proof point that all partners to the Berzatto siblings are onlys.

Stevie. In his speech, he says You guys have been so kind to me. You let me hang out with your every holiday. I don't have a family like this and I'm really grateful you make space for me at this table and you make time for me on the holidays. You can imagine an exact speech coming from Pete. And like Pete, Stevie genuinely loves and gets along with each of the Berzattos (2x6). A last parallel between these two: Donna speculates if he's gay and that is totally something I can imagine her, Mikey or Richie saying about Pete at first meeting.

Something about not knowing Pete's last name or anything about him outside of his relationships with the Berzattos signals to me he's not from a big family and/or is not close to them and really just exists in the Berzatto cinematic universe.

Takeaways:

Pete is the MVP of The Bear. We better get more of him in S3.

The Berzattos attract only children and strays like moths to a flame.

#the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu #pete the bear #chris witaske #natalie berzatto #sugar berzatto #nat berzatto #abby elliott #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #jeremy allen white #jamie lee curtis #donna berzatto #the bear season 2 #the bear season 1 #the berzattos #john mulaney

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skyloftian-nutcase · 8 months

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Aww, look at all the fluff I wrote! Hope nothing, uh, happens

Hemisi giggled in delight as she danced around Orik. The boy’s red eyes shimmered with obvious love as he laughed with her, letting her take his hands and guide him through the traditional dance.

Ganondorf scowled.

He felt a light tap against his shoulder, and he turned to see Nabooru smirking at him. “Oh, stop looking so glum. They’re having fun.”

“Come on, Father,” his son laughed. “A Sheikah son-in-law would be pretty cool!”

"Half-Sheikah," Ganondorf corrected. The boy was still half Hylian. He wasn't sure if that made it better or worse.

“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves,” Nabooru chided their boy lightly. “They’re only just starting to date.”

Their son gave an unconvinced uh huh and scurried into the crowd to harass his sister. Ganondorf scowled all the more.

“You don’t like him?” Nabooru asked.

Well. He didn’t particularly dislike the kid personally. But…

This wasn’t exactly a feeling Ganondorf was familiar with. A possessive protectiveness pulled at him, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to process it. Instead, he went for the obvious. “He’s one of them.”

“Not being Gerudo isn’t a crime, you know,” Nabooru replied with a roll of her eyes. “Just because our way of living is better doesn’t mean there aren’t other ways to do it. Nor does it make them evil.”

“He’s the princess’ personal guard,” Ganondorf argued further.

“Our target is the Triforce, not the princess,” Nabooru countered in a much quieter tone. “The girl is hardly a threat. I don’t think she’s ever spoken a word in her life, anyway.”

Ganondorf sighed.

“Oh, stop that,” his wife laughed. “You’re just upset because he’s dating our daughter. The boy’s sweet, and a good fighter too. Perhaps when the dust settles he’ll still be able to be with her.”

The idea rolled around in his mind briefly. Hemisi did look happy with him, and… Ganondorf certainly couldn’t deny the boy was a good fighter based on what he’d witnessed at the sparring match.

That damn sparring match. That had gotten far too out of hand. Ganondorf didn’t like it. But the boy had backed off quickly, and…

Ganondorf sighed again. “Maybe so. I… wouldn’t mind him being with us.”

Nabooru leaned her head on his shoulder as Hemisi tackled her brother after getting shoved into Orik. The Sheikah boy watched the exchange with an air of discomfort, though he laughed along, before Hemisi dragged him into the roughhousing too. His cheer became genuine, forgetting who was watching, and the three teenagers’ giggles filled the air along with the music. Ganondorf smiled at it – soon he would have everything, and his children’s happiness would be indestructible.

And perhaps that boy would be able to enjoy their victory too.

#writing #good ganondorf #sort of #he ain't that good yet LOL #ganondorf #fun fact Orik is the boy's Sheikah name #he has a Hylian name #it's Link #legend of zelda #I warned y'all I was obsessing over the hyrule warriors predecessors #hero of power #hemisi #does she get a tag #why not #nabooru #imprisoning war

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fixated-dark-king · 1 year

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Omgah those Redemption Issue 3 preview pages! Initial thoughts:

- The whole “Your school has Supply Room scandals as well?!” vibes from Halverton is absolutely my favourite line so far. I just love when little asides knock me down laughing from left of field.

- Jesse’s interaction with Nicholas is so reminiscent of when Nicholas and Seiji were new acquaintances! (It’s not just me, right?) The whole ‘YOU are going to beat ME? Okay little random ant person whom I have never heard of before…’ Next moment: *Watches Nicholas’ next bout with a hawk’s eye and mild panic while everyone else is like why the eff do you care, bro?*

- I actually feel bad for Jesse here. Like 100% would not want to be in his shoes right now. Coz since forever the dynamic has just been Jesse and Seiji, the dynamic duo against the world, the only ones who seemingly get each other and challenge each other. Jesse was very comfortable in that bubble and status quo/power dynamic. And it seems like he is still trying to understand how that broke down and hopefully fix it. Then suddenly he is faced with this super random upstart dude who has the nerve to not only intrude on Jesse and Seiji’s private conversation but physically drag Seiji away from him. This goes against all Bubble law!

And the hits just keep on coming: Seiji declares this random upstart is his FRIEND (a replacement?!) and this rando can actually fence so it isn’t a fluke or a ruse that he caught Seiji’s eye. Whatever their power dynamic was before, Nicholas is a legitimate shake up of that. I would be threatened af by this. It’s so hard letting someone else into that two-against-the-world space when it was previously so tight-knit between himself and Seiji. Coz being the number one fencer is completely separate to being the number one bff (or more?) of someone’s heart. Jesse can control his training all he likes but there is no way to control how someone else values him in a friendship/relationship. Nicholas, the Bubble Intruder, is already a legit rival after just five minutes and I bet Jesse hatttttes conceding that. That was not how he saw this day going. It’s so delicious, bahahah.

- It’s really quite funny how Jesse is legit confused about who this random Nicholas person is while Nicholas has zero cool whatsoever and steamrolls him with all sorts of intensity. But it gives such good SIBLING vibes for me! Like a peek into what it would have been like if they had actually grown up as brothers (or what they may become in the future for each other). All those classic moments of competitiveness and shit-talking and roughhousing energy, and then when things calm down: nerdy conversations about their shared interests.

And this is just the first few pages. Ho boy.

#fence comic #fence redemption #fence redemption spoilers #momentarily distracted by Redemption issue 3 #I will get to you issue 2

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lizardrosen · 1 year

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The Fruit of That Great Feast

Laertes, at four years old (and five months! he always insists), is not quite grown up enough to carry his baby sister. Thanks to some delicate negotiations and the unexpected alliance with Claudius, Ophelia’s prospective godfather, it is finally determined that if he sits in the middle of the couch and another adult is on hand to make sure he’s supporting her head, the baby can be lowered into his arms.

“After all, Hamlet wasn’t much older than Laertes here when I was born, and I only got dropped a couple times, but I turned out fine.” Gertrude gives him a reproving look and a swat on the arm. “My brother-in-law, the diplomat,” she announces, to general laughter.

Laertes isn’t laughing even a little; he looks horrified. “I would never let her fall, never ever!”

Claudius is quiet for a second. This kid is far too young to hear that sooner or later everyone gets hurt by someone they trusted and most people end up being the one to do the hurting at some point. Instead he ruffles his hair and says, “Of course you won’t, argonaut. You’re a lot smarter than my brother here.”

“It’s true,” says Hamlet, smiling good-naturedly.

“Okay, Laertes,” says Caroline. “Is that cushion comfy under your arm? Good, I’m going to hand her over now.”

Claudius glances at Polonius, who is alternately clasping his hands together and worrying at his front teeth with the knuckle of his thumb, and he rests a hand on his forearm. “You’re raising a fine boy,” he reminds him in a low voice. “Relax a little, and trust him.” Polonius lets out a held breath and presses his fingers over his chest in a silent gesture of thanks, and Claudius returns that private smile.

After a successful hand-off Laertes just keeps looking at Ophelia like she’s the most precious thing he’s ever touched and she probably is. He carefully holds out a finger for his sister to grasp and makes an amazed sound when she grabs it. “Was I this heavy when I was born?”

“More,” laughs his mother, “by two and a quarter ounces, but you were an inch shorter.

“Wow!” he gasps. “She looks so little, but she’s a whole little person!”

Claudius has never really minded that he’s not the oldest, but he does wonder how it would feel to have someone t protect and care for like this. Has Hamlet ever looked at him this way? He doubts it, just because roughhousing and academic oneupmanship has always been more their language.

“When do I get a turn to hold her?” he’s surprised to hear himself ask.

“Never!” Laertes says with a fierce little scowl. “She’s mine now and I’m never letting go of her!”

“It’s true, you’ll always belong to each other,” says Caroline. “But that kind of love only grows when you share it because that’s a bond strong enough to last even without touching. Like when it’s time for Mommy to feed her, that’s a time to let go.”

“Is that our cue to head out?” Claudius asks, preparing to stand up.

“If you don’t mind. Okay, Laertes, give Ophelia one last kiss and let me take her.”

“Can I stay to watch you feed her? I wanna know everything about her!”

Polonius has a small coughing fit. “Of course you don’t want to see something so girly and private. It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“Hey, now!” says Caroline. Claudius smirks to see them have a full argument of gestures and mouthed words literally over the kid’s head, even as he also wonders what it must feel like to be that much in tune with another person. Evidently Caroline wins because she says, “Sure, stick around for a bit. The rest of you, get out of here!”

As the four of them head out Gertrude catches him by the elbow so they can hang back behind Hamlet and Polonius. He tilts his head in question, but doesn’t doubt she has some good reason. “You are good at diplomacy.” She unconsciously touches her stomach, where she’s just starting to show. “I saw how you put everyone here at ease without even needing to think about it.”

She’s wrong. He’s thinking about that kind of thing all the damn time because otherwise there’s too many ways to get it wrong — but he knows how to accept a compliment when he gets one. “Where do you think I learned it, Gertrude?”

#hamlet #shakespeare #my writing #claudius #laertes #ophelia #polonius #gertrude #not more native to the heart #the original laertes was one of the argonauts so that's claudius's nickname for him #i haven't decided yet if he has nicknames for the other kids

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dearestgojo · 3 years

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Wandering Hands

Gojo x Fem Reader x Nanami

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while now. You can all thank @rayhaitani for this smut because I was honestly not in the mood for writing any as of late, but thanks to her this was born inside my little brain.

Warnings: 18+. Fingering. Breeding Kink. Over stimulation.

Wc: 2k | JJK Masterlist | Main Masterlist

You sit at the window watching as your sister runs out to her car, trying her best not to let the pouring rain ruin her perfect curls. The small hand clasped in your hand tugs on it and you turn to look down at your niece, her hair done up in two ponytails. “Can we go inside now? It’s cold.” You nod leading her into the warmth of your home. She immediately lets go of your hand and runs to the couch that’s situated in front of the television, the movie you were watching is still playing. “When are uncles getting here?” She asks, swinging her legs off the edge of the couch while reaching for the remote on the arm.

“They’ll be here in a little bit.” You eye the clock checking the time. Any minute now your two boyfriends would be walking in through the door of your shared home. You weren’t sure how you were going to explain that your niece would be spending the entire week with the three of you. That your sister had unexpectedly dropped her off and left with your brother-in-law for a couples trip.

“Can I have a coke?” You hear from the couch while she switches between stations, looking for the cartoon channel.

You consider telling her no, knowing that she wasn’t supposed to have any type of carbonated drinks, her mother saying they were bad , but your sister had dropped her off not giving you any type of notice which meant you hadn’t had time to buy your niece’s favorite drink. “Yeah sure. One isn’t going to hurt,” You shrug moving into the kitchen and pulling out two sodas from the fridge.

The front door opens and clicks, the scent of cologne quickly spreading throughout the open space of your home. “We’re home!” Satoru’s voice travels from the front door, along with the thumps of shoes hitting the floor when he kicks his shoes off. You can hear Kento grunting soon about how he needs to pick up after himself after Satoru’s bare footsteps can be heard approaching the kitchen. You almost drop the drinks in your hands when you hear him let out a high pitched scream, your niece popping out from the couch screaming, “Boo!”

Nanami walks towards you, placing a kiss on your forehead while Satoru starts entertaining the small girl. “What’s your sister’s daughter doing here?”

“She’s spending the night. I hope that’s okay.” You hum, kiss his knuckles, watching as your other boyfriend roughhouses with your niece, missing the way Kento swallows.

“Yeah, I guess that’s fine.” He swallows, already knowing that his and Satoru’s pants would be straining against their crotches by the time you all went to bed.

You try to ignore the wandering fingers in the inner part of your thigh, snuggling your head closer to Ken’s bare chest, who’s arms secure you to it. It’s been two hours since you climbed into bed, your niece fast asleep in the room over from your shared one after the sugar finally ran its course, and Satoru had kept his hands to himself for five minutes before starting to rub circles on the plush skin. It had been easy to ignore him at first the pads of his fingers on the outer part of your thighs soothing you into sleep, but once his fingers traveled under the hem of Kento’s shirt you wore to bed, pinching at the fat of your thighs, the growing heat between your legs made it difficult to fall asleep.

Satoru’s warm breath fans over the nape of his finger, catching in his throat when the tips of his fingers make contact with the wet spot of your underwear. “Fuck,” he whispers into the dark room, his hips rutting slightly against your back, pushing further into Kento’s chest. “You awake princess?” He whispers when he hears you let out a whimper when he pushes the fabric of your panties in between your folds, his knuckles pressed softly against your clit.

You nod your head slightly, squeezing your eyes shut when he pushes the fabric further in, his long fingers circling your entrance. “S-satoru...we...might wake Kento up.” You whisper, your hips jerking against his hand, fully aware of the strong defined arm muscles wrapped around your waist.

“I don’t think he would mind waking up to our pretty little angel being bred like she deserves.” He finally pushes the cotton fabric out of his way, deeping his index finger into your cunt. Your nails unwillingly dig into the muscle of Kento’s chest, causing him to stir in his sleep. While your body stills in fear of waking up your hard working boyfriend, Satoru starts to move his finger curling it so it brushes against the spongy walls of your pussy.

Gojo eyes Nanami’s sleeping form, his arms wrapped tightly around your torso and his chin resting against the top of your head. He’s breathing is uneven, and it makes Satoru smile to himself, knowing that the blond was fully awake. Satoru presses himself closer to your back, his boner resting in between your ass, and dips two more fingers into your soaking heat, making you mewl loudly at the sudden stretch.

Your hips start to involuntarily move back against Satoru’s, your fingernails digging deeper into Nanami’s chest, and your breathing starts to pick up, Gojo’s skilled fingers bring your climax much quicker than you expected. “I-I’m cumming,” you whimper into Kento’s chest, your hand flying down in between your bodies to grab on to Satoru’s wrist when the heel of his palm presses against your clit and fingers increase their speed. The knot inside of snaps, your legs shaking around Satoru’s fingers, breathing heavily into the junction of Nanami’s neck.

You whimper when Gojo removes his fingers, licking the your cum off of them before moving his hands to your hips pushing the shirt you're wearing to your waist. He pulls you out of Kento’s holding effortlessly, pressing your face into his pillow and your ass in the air. “Do you know what seeing you with a kid does to us? All I could think about while watching you with our sweet little niece was about filling you up with our own kids. Watching you swell up while growing them inside of you.” Your panties are getting pulled down your thighs, the cold air of the room hitting your slick folds, “Fuck,” Satoru breathes out at the sight of your glistening cunt, clit and lips puffy from a few moments ago, “going go fill you up and give you all the kids you deserve.”

The bed dips behind you, Kento bouncing lightly on the bed while Gojo moves up behind you. The tip of his dick sliding up and down your slit, making sure to press the tip to your clit just how you like. You can feel Satoru circling the bundle of nerves, the slit of his cock catching on it once in a while, your eyes remain on Nanami's sleeping form, feeling slightly guilty for keeping him out of the fun.

You whine let out a whine when Satoru pushes the head of his length into you, “Feels good ‘Toru.”

Satoru laughs from behind you, pushing his pelvis closer to your ass, “I’ve barely put in princess. Just wait till I actually get started.” He moves his hips back, fingers digging into your hips while he guides you back to meet his thrusts. Soon enough your whines and moans are bouncing off the walls of the room. The bed is shaking a bit, headboard hitting the wall behind it. You swear you can feel Satoru in your cervix, your tongue rolling out of your mouth. After a particularly deep thrust your eyes squeeze shut for a moment, a loud moan leaves your lips, when you open them back up you find yourself looking back into Kento’s brown eyes.

“What do you two think you're doing?” He asks, sitting up on the bed, running his hand down his face, rubbing the sleep off. You don’t know why you expected Satoru to stop, but having Nanami awake now only spurs him to move his hips into your more roughly, relishing when you cry out and grip the white sheets.

“Just giving my little princess a reward for being such a good auntie.” Gojo bends forward until his chest is flush against your back, his arms resting on either side of your face, nose buried into your hair. “F-fuck, princess you keep clenching down like that on my dick and I might not last much longer,” Gojo moans when your walls tighten around him after noticing the tent in Kento’s blue boxers. “Took you long enough to stop pretending to be asleep.” You feel him start to twitch inside of you, thighs starting to tremble pressed against yours. The two of you are close, breaths getting heavier and the knots in the pits of your stomachs close to snapping.

“Yeah, well you didn’t get the hint that some of us need to sleep.” Kento rubs the temple of your forehead lovingly, wiping a few stray tears out of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure your body is feeling.

“F-fuck,” Is the only warning Satoru gives you, his seed spilling into you. Your own ogasm hits you a moment later, legs shaking and back arching deeper into the bed. Satoru circles his hips into you, making sure that you stay nice and full for him. You let out a whimper when he slides out, tapping the head of his cock on your swollen clit. “Such a good girl, coming on my cock like that.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck before falling onto his side of the bed.

The muscles of your legs are still convulsing when Kento pulls you on top of him, his fingers combing through your hair. “Think you can give me one, angel?” He pulls your shirt over your head, freeing your breast from his shirt. The cool air causes your nipples to harden which in turn cause both men to groan.

You nod moving your hips over Kento’s groin through his underwear. His hands find your hips, guiding you along his covered length. “I think I can,” you keen, his fingers traveling up to play with the hard buds on your chest.

“Good girl.” He raises his hips pulling the waistband of his boxers down to his thighs, repeating Gojo’s process of playing with your clit with the head of his dick. He savors the sight of your thighs shaking around his hips before slipping into you.

Satoru lays on his back watching as Kento bounces you on his cock, tongue running over his bottom lip before he sits up and starts sucking on your tit. He smiles against your skin when he feels you shiver and whine, “T-too much you two.”

“Just a little longer, angel.” Nanami grunts underneath you, calloused fingers finding your clit. Your hands find the back of Satoru’s head, pushing him deeper into your chest as your third release approaches you.

“I can’t anymore, Ken. I-ts to much.” You cry, legs starting to shake.

Slick squelching noises start to bounce off the wall of the room, and for a second you're scared that your niece might hear and wander into the room. But the thought is quickly forgotten when Nanami plants his feet on the mattress and starts thrusting up into you erratically, pinching your clit between his fingers, “I’m almost there angel, j-fuck- just a litttle more.”

Your nails dig into the back of Satoru’s head, “Please let me c-cum, I can’t anymore.” Without so much as a second warning the coil in your belly snaps. Legs shaking and body falling onto Satoru, who holds you up and bites into the soft fat of your breasts.

You can feel your legs still shaking as Nanami lifts you off of himself, eyes intently watching as a mixture of his and Satoru’s seed drips down the sides of your thighs. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip as he watches your thighs quiver and spasm, still craving for further release. He contemplates you and Satoru’s current state, drool slowly dripping down the corners of your mouth while the idiot kneeled in front of you continues to slowly lap at your tit.

This wasn’t the worst way to be woken up in the middle of the night, he thinks. Especially if he could end up with your stomach and breast swelling in a few months.

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Anakin and the Jedi Babies: A Child's Ink

Context: Anakin and the Jedi Babies, chrono

WARNINGS: underage characters get tattoos/piercings

Word Count: 5680 Rating: T Ships: primarily Gen (Disaster Lineage + Shmi), offscreen JangoShmi, past Obitine, past Anidala ----

Ylliben Skywalker is known as a preternaturally calm and quiet child, serious and pensive.

He jokes. He roughhouses. He is as responsive to tickle attacks and shoulder rides and warm hugs as any other child.

But he is Jetii'Manda, not just Mando'ade, and that fact is impossible to forget.

This is a child that can read before he can speak, a child who can talk at length about 'grassroots antiestablishment propaganda and its influence on rural sociological development' before he can say the words without a lisp. This is a child who looks a man in the eye and tells him to check over his blaster one last time, or it will explode in his hand only minutes into the next engagement. This is a child who is not only willing, but capable of discussing the plausible ramifications of Duke Adonai Kryze's latest decrees with Jaster Mereel himself, while still in possession of all his baby teeth.

(His father is not worried by this. Upset, sometimes, pained and tired, but not worried.)

(His sister only laughs.)

It is, as a result, not as surprising as it could be, when a six-year-old wanders his way into Na-Tsuyon's parlor and asks her what the risks of getting a tattoo at his age are.

"I'm not having that conversation with you unless your parent is here," she says. A few of the other artists crane their heads in her direction, but she waves them off.

"I'm not trying to get it right this moment," Ben protests. "I'm just gathering information. He said that was fine."

"Still need your parent here here," she tells him.

He leaves for about ten minutes, and then comes back with a tall, gangling figure in tow.

"I hear this isn't the place for unaccompanied minors," Knight Skywalker jokes.

(She has heard him called a General. She does not know which war he fought. Nobody does.)

(They no longer ask.)

"Well, he is young," she says, brushing her tentacles back over a shoulder. "I don't let anyone under human-fourteen get tattooed without a parent on hand, and giving preliminary information to anyone under twelve is... generally not worth it, shall we say."

Skywalker smiles, oddly amused in the way he always is when someone points out his children need supervision. "Glad to hear it. Are you the Na-Tsuyon whose name is on the door?"

"I am," she says. "And you're Knight Skywalker."

He's pleased at that. She can feel it in the chemical receptors of her head tails, and wonders. "Yep. So, do we jump right into the discussion or do you need me to sign something, or..."

"No, it's enough that you're here," she assures him. "Now, the main reasons we discourage tattoos for younger sentients is the distortion factor. While the level of pain is much lower than it would have been several millennia ago, and we have the technology to remove ink from below the skin, a tattoo before your body stops growing will distort as you grow and your skin stretches. You would need to come in yearly for touch-ups, to remove the sections that have moved out of place, and fill in where the ink is no longer settled."

"That makes sense," Ylliben says. He looks up at his father, and then back to her. "You'd be able to tell me if any of my choices would be... bad for a Mandalorian, yes?"

"I would," she confirms. She glances up at Knight Skywalker. "I don't suppose you have any history of getting tattoos?"

"No," he says. "I'm from Tatooine, so..."

Different connotations to the very act of it, for him.

She ducks her head in a nod. "I understand. Generally it's easier if the parent has experience in the process, but it's far from mandatory. You're willing to work with the distortion maintenance?"

"Yes'm," Ylliben says, and his father shrugs and gestures, as if the word of a six-year-old is thus law.

"I'll walk you through the details of the process, including the care, relevant allergies, and so on. I don't suppose you have anything in mind already?" she asks.

"I do," he says. He doesn't tell her what it is, yet.

Anakin Skywalker stays there the entire time, and they make an appointment for later in the week.

----

"My buir isn't my only father," Ylliben says quietly, when it comes time to get details on what he's getting tattooed. "I had another father before him. A Jedi. He died, to protect me, and a lot of other people. So, um..."

He shoves a picture to her, the symbol of the Jedi, plain and simple. She looks at him.

"In red," he says, shifting on his feet, looking up at his father and then back down at the page. "For, um, to honor a parent."

"Your first father was a Jedi?" she asks, gentle as she can.

"Mm-hm," Ylliben says. "He died, um... he saved buir from slavery, too, a long time ago. Both my dads were Jedi, and I'm going to be one, too, and so is Sokanth. It's--it's about where I come from, and--"

"You don't have to justify it if you don't want to," Na-Tsuyon tells him, reaching out to place one hand on his. It's very warm and dry, in her opinion, but she finds that most humans are. Mandalorians are some 80% human, or near human.

Nautolan Mandalorians aren't unheard of, but she's a rare one.

Ben sucks in a breath, and says, "I want it up here, on my right shoulder, like a pauldron."

Na-Tsuyon nods, and looks up to Skywalker. "You'll have to sign some papers to approve it, Master Jedi. You approve of the design?"

Skywalker hesitates, and then goes to one knee in front of his son, and speaks so quietly she can only hear "--remind you of the generator complex?"

Whatever Ben's answer is, it's too quiet for her to catch. It satisfies Skywalker, though, and he stands. "Alright, let's see this paperwork."

----

When Ylliben comes in again, a year later to get his slightly-twisting tattoo fixed, it's with Miss Shmi in tow. Na-Tsuyon greets the middle Skywalker, for all that she's still not entirely sure how to address the girl. "I heard you've been attending the university at Sundari. Some kind of engineering?"

"Mechanical, yes," Shmi says, oddly soft. "I'm going to spend another year to specialize in vehicular engineering. I'd like to design starships, since I already know how to fix them."

"A worthy goal," Na-Tsuyon says, as she leads them over to one of the stations and starts sanitizing Ylliben's inked shoulder. She doesn't entirely see why a university education is needed for something that, in her opinion, an apprenticeship could more thoroughly cover. It certainly worked well enough Na-Tsuyon herself. "You're on vacation, then?"

"I am," Shmi confirms. "It's... unfortunate that Anakin couldn't be here a the same time, but we'll see each other in a few days."

Ylliben fidgets for a bit as his jedi symbol is fixed, and then finally asks, "Ori'vod can approve new tattoos, right?"

"Sokanth, no. Shmi..." Na-Tsuyon looks up at her. "I have no idea if you're listed as his legal guardian anywhere, and I'd need proof of that."

"Secondary to Anakin," Shmi confirms. "Ben would like this to be a surprise for Ani."

Ben pulls out a sheet, with a careful design on it, and presses it into Na-Tsuyon's lap when she lifts the tattoo gun and he's not at risk of ruining his own ink. It's simpler than the Jedi symbol, though it's two colors instead of one.

"It's the Open Circle Fleet," Ben says, shy in a way she's given to understand he usually isn't. She thinks his shyer moments may be connected to admitting to emotion, something that he's tying quite closely to his choice of Tattoos. "I thought, um, since I'm already--already honoring one buir, then, er..."

"The Open Circle Fleet was under the command of my brother's Jedi Master," Shmi explains, one hand on Ben's. "And I am given to understand that the symbol was designed as a subtle nod, of sorts, to the two of them as a team. Ben's looking to honor Anakin as he has his first father."

Ben looks down at his lap, and doesn't meet Na-Tsuyon's eyes.

"Bring me proof of guardianship," she tells them. "And I'll make sure you get it finished early enough that the bacta comes off before Knight Skywalker makes it home."

She holds true to her word, and talks her way into being there to see the reunion and reveal.

The emotions that cross Skywalker's face are complicated and unexpected in ways that she can't identify.

Then it's all too simple, because he starts crying on little Ylliben in the middle of the hangar.

----

It doesn't take a full year for Ylliben to come in for another set. It's only five months, maybe six. He has a sketch again, a geometric design of something she doesn't recognize, but still pings as familiar for some reason.

"It needs to be the right shade of blue," he tells her, serious as anything. Knight Skwyalker is right next to him, smiling all soft and indulgent, and maybe a little sad. "It's for Soka."

Oh. This is based on her facial markings, then. Or... what they will be, maybe. This doesn't look quite like what she's seen on the girl, but everyone knows little Ben is more touched by visions than his father and sister.

Na-Tsuyon thinks she knows where this is going. "The same blue as her montrals and lekku?"

Ben shakes his head. "No, 501st blue."

Or not.

"It's close, but a little darker and more saturated," Skywalker offers, and shrugs when she looks his way. "It's a long story, but the 501st was the legion I led before I arrived at Mandalore. It had a specific shade of blue assigned for armor paint, so legions could easily identify each other in the field."

That's... odd. She doesn't ask for more detail, though. It's not her business. "Where do you want this one?"

Ben shows her his left forearm and frames a section about two-thirds the length of it, along the outer side. Like a vambrace.

She has a feeling all these symbols will be on his armor, once he's old enough for it.

"Let's go through my inks and see which one will work best," she says, and does not comment on the rest.

----

When Ylliben comes in again, a few months before his next touch-up appointment, he doesn't have an image on hand. His father is trailing him again, and Na-Tsuyon has a guess.

"Time for Shmi?" she asks.

Ben ducks his head, flushing and not meeting Na-Tsuyon's eyes. "Yes'm."

"I thought as much," she says, and smiles at Skywalker. "General."

"Don't start."

"There have been oh so many rumors flying since the last Jedi run-in, you know."

"I don't care," he grouses, dropping into a seat. "Hells, a man takes emergency command for one battle, and it's all anyone can talk about."

"You ended a civil war, sir."

Ben giggles into his hands as Skywalker groans and slaps a hand over his eyes.

"No respect," the man complains. "Ben, be nice to me, I'm your dad."

"Nuh-uh," Ben says. "I know all the most embarrassing secrets."

"A cruel child," Skywalker accuses. "Ruthless."

"You're the one raising me," Ben says, swinging his legs back and forth. He's got plastoid training vambraces, now, and greaves that clink against the legs of the chair.

"Somehow, yes." Skywalker sighs, with great drama and all such things. He drags himself up to sitting. "Anyway. Moving on."

"Do you have something in mind already?" Na-Tsuyon asks.

"Binary suns," Ben says. "Just two overlapping circles, coin-sized, one bigger than the other, in sunset colors. In a gradient, with a sort of... flare to it? Halo? The... oh! The stellar corona. Buir knows the colors better."

"I want to see what you have to work with before I sketch out the design," Skywalker says. "But yeah, sort of pink and yellow and peachy."

"I can do almost any color," Na-Tsuyon promises. "Especially on fair human skin like Ylliben's. I won't have a problem getting those to show up the way I would on myself."

Na-Tsuyon is a color most would call 'aquamarine.' She's a light shade between blue and green, and much as she likes her skin, it's an absolute pain to make red and orange show up.

She can do it.

It's just annoying.

Ben asks for this one to be on the inside of the left forearm, high and opposite to the widest point of the mark for Sokanth.

----

"Can I see your fonts?"

Ben's alone, for the moment, but Na-Tsuyon knows that when he makes his decision, his father or Shmi will approve it without question. It's no harm to let him browse.

"Basic, Mando'a, or Huttese alphabet?" she asks. "Or something more esoteric?"

"Mando'a, please."

He's eight years old, now. He's still far younger than most of her clients, but she's long gotten used to him. Even when he's acting like a child, there's something to it that doesn't quite sit right. 'Born middle-aged,' a few of the other civilians on base had joked.

She wasn't sure if she thought it was just a joke, these days.

Na-Tsuyon passes her fonts book to the boy, and settles back in her chair for a long afternoon of running numbers. He, meanwhile, goes to sit in the lobby, legs still not long enough to reach the floor, paging through with unwavering, unsettling gravitas.

Half an hour, and then Ben returns.

He points to a font. "This one."

"What's it going to say?"

"Vode An," he tells her, as serious as can be. "In black, over my heart. It's important."

"It's a fairly common phrase," she notes idly. "Should be quick."

She doesn't expect much of a response, and certainly not the one she gets.

"It was different for them," Ben mutters, not looking at her. She sees him twisting the toes of one shoe into the floor. "It was... it was different. I can't talk about it. They were brothers, actually brothers, and they had--they had nothing, they were basically slaves, but--"

"You don't have to talk about it," Na-Tsuyon assures him, a hand on his. "You don't have to explain it to me. If it means something to you, that's all that matters. I just need you to be sure."

"And buir to sign the paperwork," Ben quips, smiling at her. She notices that several teeth are missing. It's cute. "You need that too."

"That too," she agrees.

When Skywalker shows up, he hears what it is that Ben would like, and makes a few suggestions for a border--a gear that sounded too much like the Republic's symbol for a Mando'a phrase, a building on stilts from a city she's never heard of on a planet that rings no bells, a human genetic strand for reasons she can't imagine--most of which are soundly ignored, until Skywalker sketched out a stylized ship of... some sort.

"Venator," Skywalker says, and taps the image. "Nobody will know it except us, but it'll mean something to you, for them."

Ben looks at it for a long moment, and then takes the scrap of flimsi with Mando'a on it and lays it overtop the center of the sketch.

He stares at it for a few long moments, and then nods sharply and pushes it to Na-Tsuyon. "This, please."

He's such a polite child.

It makes it easier to ignore the more confusing parts of his presence in her parlor.

----

"Hi!"

Sokanth Skywalker is in her shop.

That's new.

"Hello," Na-Tsuyon says. "I didn't know you were thinking of getting ink."

"I'm not," she says, hopping up on a stool across the counter. She holds out a hand, and Na-Tsuyon clasps it with bemusement. "But you guys do piercings too, right?"

"We do," she confirms. "You're... ten?"

"Yep!" Sokanth chirps, kicking her legs back and forth. "Is that old enough to get these without permission, or should I ask my dad to come by?"

"At least twelve for piercings without in-person, signed approval from a parent or guardian," Na-Tsuyon says. "Though if you're anything like your brother, I don't imagine that'll be a problem for you."

Sokanth grins at her, bright and a little wild. "Nose, bottom lip, eyebrow. I don't know the actual terms, but I know what I want. Which do you suggest getting first?"

"I'd say nostril," Na-Tsuyon tells her. Most species even vaguely humanoid kick off with the ears, but that's not exactly an option for a togruta. "Let me get a chart and you can figure out what type of piercing you want, and what kind of hoop or stud. I don't actually do the piercings myself, though. Comm the General if you want this done today, though."

"Thank you~!"

----

Nostril, labret, and a horizontal brow, the piercer notes down at the end of the latest Skywalker visit. Na-Tsuyon wonders if the brow piercing will look strange with Soka's markings, and then doesn't think on it further.

----

Ylliben, almost nine, is silent as he gets the touch-up.

His father isn't here. Neither is Shmi. It's pre-approved, signed permission and all, but it's still odd that neither of Ben's adults is here.

Sokanth is, but she's almost as quiet as Ben is.

Na-Tsuyon has heard the rumors, but she's not going to say anything. She's not. It's not her business.

"Ben," Soka speaks up, towards the end of the appointment. "Ask her the thing."

Ben shakes his head. "No way."

"She knows more about tattoos and how important they are than anyone!" Soka urges. "Ask her!"

"Do you want to wait for your father?" Na-Tsuyon suggests.

"No!" both immediately yelp.

She pauses, glad the needle hadn't been to skin, and levels a look at Ben. He flushes and settles down, mumbling an apology for jerking as he had. She goes back to fixing the stretch of the binary suns tattoo.

Soka shifts in her seat, watching them intently.

"Shmi's upset with buir," Ben suddenly says. He doesn't meet Na-Tsuyon's eyes. "I'm... I don't know if you heard what's going on."

"I do my best to avoid rumors," she says, keeping her voice as neutral as she can. "I did hear that the Mand'alor is about to have a grandchild, and something about an upcoming wedding. That much has been announced officially."

"Dad freaked out," Soka says, legs kicking back and forth. "He's happy for her, and he's fine with Jango being the other parent, but it kicked off a... philosophical crisis? Ben, what do you think?"

"Metaphysical, maybe," Ben mumbles. "Definitely existential."

"And he told Shmi some stuff and now she's hurt that he didn't tell her before and it's all a mess," Soka finishes. "So, uh, we don't... want either of them involved. Until. Um. Until that's settled."

Na-Tsuyon bites back any deeper questions she might have. "Alright. I won't pry. What did you want to know from me?"

"I had a plan for what I was going to get next," Ben says, staring at the fold of fabric over his sister's knees in lieu of something more pertinent. "A peace lily, on the inside of my wrist, for..."

"You don't have to tell me," she reminds him.

Ben bites his lip, and closes his eyes, and breathes in deep. Neither of the girls comment.

"She was important," Ben finally says. "In the big memories. But she doesn't... she's not... she isn't here. And Jango is. And he's marrying Shmi, and they're having a baby, so I should put a mark down for him first, right?"

"He's gonna be Mand'alor, too," Soka adds.

"He is," Na-Tsuyon says, as neutral as she can.

"He's joining the family," Ben says, his gaze fixed on the floor in front of him. "And there's going to be a baby, and that's. That's important."

"There's no order that you have to get things in," Na-Tsuyon assures him, squeezing his shoulder in a light gesture of support. "You've prioritized family so far, so I think it would make sense to get a mark for the coming cousin, at least. Unless... is the lily for your birth mother?"

Ben's face twists, uncomfortable for some reason she can't begin to guess at.

"No," Ben says.

"Skyguy's Jedi Master did almost marry her when they were younger," Soka explains. She glances at Na-Tsuyon and then away and at the wall. "They had a whole dramatic 'forbidden romance' thing going on, 'cause Jedi aren't supposed to get married. She died before Ben came into the picture, though."

It's a neat enough explanation.

It feels fake, but much of what the Skywalkers say about their pasts does.

She's sure it's true in some way. In some perspective. From... from a certain point of view, maybe.

"Alright, then," Na-Tsuyon dismisses. "All things aside, I would suggest adjusting your order of tattoo acquisition, but there's no particular requirement by Mandalorian standards. Your choices are rarely anything that intersects with set traditions, nor do you have a historic clan or house that comes with mandates of the sort. It seems that you're leaning towards prioritizing something for the new additions to your family, though; you've made it clear that these things are important to you, and I think you should pursue it if you're comfortable with it."

Ben nods, eyes somewhere far off.

"It'll make him flustered," Soka pushes, kicking lightly at her brother's ankle. "Jan-Jan's still worried you don't like him anymore."

"He is not," Ben huffs. "He's just scared of buir."

"Nah, your opinion matters too," Soka argues. "And you've been avoiding everyone 'cuz Skyguy freaked out and Shmi's upset, so Jango's worried you're mad at him about the baby happening. If you get a tattoo about him, he might actually cry."

"Is that why you want me to take that route?"

"Not the only one," Soka says, utterly guileless. She blinks at him, bright and innocent. "But I definitely do want to see the future Mand'alor crying because you made it obvious he's family now. It'll be funny."

Ben sighs, very clearly being dramatic about it. "Soka, I'm not going to pick a tattoo based on what you think will be funny."

"Imagine his face, though."

Na-Tsuyon doesn't comment at the expressions Ben makes as he very clearly does exactly that.

"Well, kriff," Ben sighs, and Soka giggles at the swear. "I'll have to get a tattoo for Jango, then."

----

Ben is already nine by the time he comes in with his father to actually get the tattoo for Jango's addition to the family. The choice he makes isn't particularly imaginative, but it'll suit well enough. A mythosaur skull, the symbol of the Haat Mando'ade, in a grey the same shade as beskar.

There actually are traditions to this one, specific adjustments to the framing and stylization meant to indicate how one fits into the faction, but also how one is associated with the Mand'alor. Ben is family, and close family, but not related by blood, nor adopted directly by the Mand'alor, rather a relative through the riduur be alor.

Na-Tsuyon explains each element and adjustment in detail, lets them process and agree, until she's taking a needle to Ben's skin once more.

"Will you be getting one for the coming child as well?" Na-Tsuyon asks while shading in a curve of bone.

"Not yet," Ben tells her, quiet and oddly contemplating. "I need to meet them, first. Figure out who they are."

"Sensible," she agrees. There's the usual oddity in his phrasing, and she ignores it as ever. "Did you tell Fett that you were getting this?"

"No, it's intended as a surprise," Ben says, watching her work.

She can almost feel the coming question.

It does not come from the human she expects.

"Do you know any Mando tattoo artists in Little Keldabe?" the General asks, voice low.

She finishes the line she's on, lifts the needle away from skin, and turns to him. "You're leaving for Coruscant?"

"Not yet," Skywalker says. He meets her eyes evenly. "But... soon. The time's coming. A year, maybe two. The Force will let us know when the time is right."

"Uh-huh," Na-Tsuyon acknowledges this. She does not comment further. The Force is not her wheelhouse. If they think it wants them back on Coruscant, with the Temple, then that's what they believe.

"These are Mando work," Skywalker continues, almost painfully earnest, "and I'd like to ensure whoever maintains them until Ben stops growing knows the right way to handle Mando art."

It's really not that different from a standard tattoo artist, but she's a little charmed anyway. Enchanted, almost. The man really does care.

"I can get you some names and addresses next time you stop by," she promises him. "It's been a few years since I checked in on their work, and I'll need to look them over before I make any recommendations."

He smiles at her, relieved in a manner she finds appallingly open for a Jedi like himself.

Ben mimics his father.

----

She gets to attend the wedding, months later.

The food is very, very good.

(Ben waits until the reception to show off his new tattoo, and the future Mand'alor does, in fact, cry.)

(So does Shmi.)

(So does their eight-week-old daughter, but that's probably unrelated to the tattoo.)

----

"Do you think getting a belly button ring would be good?"

Na-Tsuyon doesn't lift her head from her paperwork when Sokanth poses the question to the piercer. She's in for the horizontal brow bar, this time, and the labret is going to be somewhere a few months down the line.

"That's really up to you," the piercer says. His name is Hujnak, and he's a Devaronian that's been working here since Na-Tsuyon opened up the place. She loves him dearly, but he stole the last piece of cake and for that he will have no help with difficult customers for the next fortnight.

Or until she gets bored.

"I'm leaning towards 'no,' but I'm not sure," Soka muses. "I like the idea of it, but I feel like it might get snagged on things more easily. Plus, it's going to be a point of higher damage and pressure if I get a gut punch. It's one of the parts of my body I'm never really going to armor up, you know?"

They do know. There have been screaming matches about all the Jedi's refusal to wear enough armor on many occasions. The Jedi prioritize their agility to such a degree that armorweave is more reasonable than actual armor, in their opinion. This is an opinion that Fett and Mereel both take issue with.

At great volume.

(Shmi has vambraces, a gorget, and greaves, Na-Tsuyon knows. Some of it was exchanged at the wedding. Shmi doesn't wear much armor, certainly less than even the children. Shmi, crucially, isn't a warrior or otherwise planning to see battle.)

"Then I would say it may be best to hold off."

"Phooey," Soka says, though she doesn't seem particularly upset. "Ben's gonna be cooler than me forever, then."

"You think tattoos are cooler than piercings?" Hujnak challenges. "I'm offended."

"He can just get more," Soka protests. "Without it looking weird or getting dangerous, I mean."

Hujnak hums, noncommittal. "And you're worried about being cooler than the younger brother you have told me is, and I quote, the biggest nerd ever?"

"Well, yeah," Sokanth scoffs. "He's gonna start acting older than me as soon as he thinks he can get away with it. I gotta have something to hold over his head, you know?"

"Seeing as you are the older sibling..."

"Ehhhh..."

Nope.

Not paying attention.

----

"These are House Kryze colors."

Ylliben's breath hitches.

He is ten. He doesn't seem ready to provide answers. She turns to the father instead.

"Will that be a problem?" the general asks, calm and even.

"Yes," she says, and Ben slumps. She continues, because this is her job, and for a reason. "Unless you have a ready justification for when House Kryze asks, yes, it will be a problem. If it were a landscape or an animal, it wouldn't matter, but the pairing of the colors and the peace lily is an explicit statement of loyalty to Adonai and his heir, Satine. Unless you've suddenly decided to adjust your political stance to total pacifism instead of your Jedi approach, or have another reason to take on House Kryze colors, I'd warn against it at all, and would refuse to perform the work myself."

Ylliben's eyes are fixed somewhere behind her, and shining wetly.

"Okay," the general says. "Ben, do you have any other pallettes in mind?

"These were her colors," Ben whispers, and then he swallows thickly. "I just..."

"Simplify," Skywalker suggests. He fiddles with a necklace half-hidden in his Jedi layers; the japor one is visible, but a dull gold glint is all Na-Tsuyon can see of the other before it's tucked away again. "She'd understand, yeah? There's political ramifications. Dangerous ones, especially to you."

Interesting thing to say about a woman who, by Soka's earlier statements, died well before Ben was born.

They could at least try to stop dropping hints about their oddities. She doesn't want to know more.

"Lilac," Ben finally decides. "And... pale silver. With a filigree pattern in the shading?"

"I can do that," Na-Tsuyon promises.

She does not ask further.

----

"We're moving to Coruscant in a month."

Na-Tsuyon's head snaps up, head tails jolting almost painfully with the movement.

Sokanth is getting her labret, finally. She's gossiping as Hujnak prepares the tools, as usual, and Na-Tsuyon tries to ignore it when they Skywalkers do that, she does, but...

"You're leaving," she repeats, feeling oddly blank.

"Um... yeah?" Soka answers. She scratches at one stubby montral. "We've talked about it before. I thought you knew."

"I didn't realize it was so soon," Na-Tsuyon defends. She's more upset than she should be. "I thought you'd be waiting until the little princess was older."

Sokanth blinks at her, slow and... not judging, no. Evaluating, maybe.

"I'm almost thirteen," she says, slow and deliberate and heavy. "And Ben's eleven. There's no hard age limit for becoming a padawan, but I'm getting into the peak years for getting chosen, and I've been living here instead of in the Temple. I haven't had years to impress a potential Master like the others. That might not matter; sometimes a Master sees their future student and just knows, but... I need to have other Jedi to spar with, not just Skyguy and Ben. And Ben's visions are getting stronger, and Dad was never that good with his own in the first place, so he's worried about being able to help at all. We could stay longer, but..."

She trails off, and shrugs, and the weighted air disappears. "It's not the same thing as a verd'goten, at all, but it's about the same age, you know? I should be in the Temple for it."

"What would a verd'goten equivalent be?" Hujnak prompts, when Na-Tsuyon fails to find her words. "Being an adult and equal member and all such things?"

"Knighthood," Soka answers immediately. "Dad got knighted when he was twenty, but that's really young, usually. His master was knighted at twenty-five, which was a bit late, but apparently there was a whole dramatic thing going on there that Dad never got all the details about."

"Becoming a Padawan is a sign that your teachers see you as someone that is ready to take on the responsibilities of a Jedi, yes?" Hujnak asks. "That you may not be ready to go out on your own, but that you're old enough to understand your oaths and choose how to follow them, and to protect others?"

Sokanth considers this, and then nods. "Yeah, I guess it's similar to using the verd'goten to gauge if someone's ready to swear the Resol'nare, that way. Still not moving out, and just about entering an apprenticeship, but enough of an adult to make the choice of how to change the world."

"I think most cultures have something like that around the same age," Hujnak comments. "Some do it a bit later in the teens, but it's usually around your age that most... well, most cultures who age at the 'human standard' rate--"

Na-Tsuyon can't help the reflexive snort of derision. Neither can Soka. Hujnak, the closest to human in the room and yet still very much not, smiles like this is exactly what he intended.

"--most who age at that rate do have it somewhere in that eleven-to-seventeen range, I'd think."

Soka shrugs. "Yeah, well. Still gotta go to the Temple for it, you know?"

"Are you going to take the verd'goten at all?" Na-Tsuyon asks, suddenly a little desperate to keep the Skywalkers here, with Mandalore and all its people, just a fraction of a moment longer.

"I don't think so," Soka muses. "I've been thinking about it, but I should probably talk about it with Jango, yeah?"

"Yeah," Na-Tsuyon says, and feels like she's swallowing down around rocks.

----

As it turns out, the timing is very deliberate. Three weeks later, Jaster transfers the title of Mand'alor to his son.

(Though Na-Tsuyon does not know this, twenty-six is older than Jango was when he lost the title, once upon another life.)

There is a week of festivity. There is food, and drink, and dancing. Some people get married. Some people make announcements of impending births. Some people reveal songs they composed in preparation for this very day.

For a week, Mandalore celebrates a new king.

Then, the Jedi and his children leave.

(Ben gives Na-Tsuyon a hug before he goes.)

(She tries to understand why she feels like she's losing something when he does.)

#Obi Wan Kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #Ahsoka Tano #Shmi Skywalker #JangoShmi #Jango Fett #Disaster Lineage #star wars #time travel #de aging #mandalore #mandalorian culture #phoenix posts #Anakin and the Jedi Babies #tattoos #original characters #outsider pov #this is part one of three I think #it's two in the diddly darn morning and I am going to bed

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Benedict and Sophie’s Children

Sophie Bridgerton loved being a mother and in her unbiased opinion she had the best children in the whole wide world. She doted on them with all the love and affection she spent her entire childhood yearning for, never wanting her own children to endure the cold and loneliness she had the misfortune of experiencing. Her adoration for her husband only grew when she watched him play and tend to their growing brood, showing the sweetest of devotion she always wanted from the father of her children. More than anything, Sophie enjoyed watching her babies grow and flourish into their own characters and the people they would become. To her own amusement, she saw her children emulating the personalities of certain Bridgerton family members...

Charles Bridgerton looked the spit of his father when he was welcomed into the world, that’s what his mother and grandmother would tell him. He had the same grey eyes and chestnut hair, though as he grew he had a rounder face much like his mother’s and his dark hair would lighten during the summer months. As the oldest of his siblings, he happily took on the role of leader and it was a regular sight in My Cottage to see Charles marching through the house with his younger brothers and sister trailing along in descending order of age and height, much like a mother duck with her ducklings. He took great care in helping his younger siblings with their schoolwork and he even liked to beat his parents to the punch by reading little Violet bedtime stories. As he grew into his adolescence Charles became more overprotective when it came to his family. While studying at Eton he got into some trouble after fighting with some of his classmates. His uncle Anthony, being more local than his parents in Wiltshire, paid a visit to get to the source of the problems that Charles was experiencing. When he got the chance to have some one on one time with his nephew, Charles explained that Louis Cavender had made some insulting remarks about his mother’s place in society and how she had trapped his father into marriage, words which Charles wouldn’t stand for. Anthony softened at his nephew’s explanation, having assumed the reason for the roughhousing was purely down to moody teenagers taking their anger out on one another. He told his nephew that while he understood his frustrations, he needed to keep his temper in check and not let it get the best of him. “But I want to be a man of honour.” Charles argued. “How can I be if I let scum like Cavender get away with saying disrespectful things about my own mother?” Anthony gave him a sympathetic smile. “Sometimes, Charlie, it’s just about being the bigger man and proving yourself to be just that. Besides, if anyone’s throwing around remarks about other people’s parents, I could tell you a thing or two about what Cavender’s old man got up to back in the day.” A few years later whilst spending the summer at Aubrey Hall, Sophie came to the sudden realization of who Charles reminded her of. She, along with Kate,Violet, and little Violet, were watching a game of Pall Mall taking place involving Charles, Alexander, Edmund, and Miles. The four young men were laughing and roaring as they played the old family game, but things soon got heated when Edmund knocked Charles’s ball into some brambles. “That’s not fair! It’s going to take me forever to retrieve the ball from there!” Charles had shouted. “So be it.” Edmund smirked smugly. “I hate playing with you. You always cheat!” Charles moaned bitterly. “It’s like you’ve never played the game before, brother.” Alexander remarked with a crooked grin. Charles had spent the next ten rounds desperately beating the brambles with his mallet, cursing constantly much to his mother’s chagrin. “He might be Benedict’s boy but he certainly takes after Anthony.” his grandmother remarked. Kate bellowed with laughter and Sophie shook her head with a fond smile, unable to argue with her mother-in-law.

Alexander Bridgerton resembled his brother as a baby, though as he grew it became apparent that while Charles had inherited some features from his mother, his younger brother was the carbon copy of their father. During summer and Christmas visits to Aubrey Hall it constantly startled his grandmother and uncle Anthony just how identical the boy was to his father, both of them thinking it was like glimpsing into the past at Benedict as a growing boy. Eloise liked to joke that it seemed like Sophie had nothing to do with Alexander’s creation as not only did he not resemble his mother physically, he also seemed to have the exact same character as his father. While Alexander was fun and boisterous around his brothers, he could also be very quiet and enjoy his own company. As a toddler he enjoyed wandering into his father’s art studio and simply watching Benedict at work. His father gifted him his first sketchbook and as his father painted, Alexander would lounge on the sofa in his studio, focusing intently on his many, many drawings of Colin the cat, who was always more than happy to be the centre of attention. Soon Alexander’s sketchbooks began piling up and cluttering his bedroom so his mother guided him into trying out watercolours as an alternate medium. Her second son took to this art form as eagerly as he had with his charcoal and spent hours on end trying to capture the perfect scenic landscape that My Cottage had to offer. He would also ride over to Romney Hall at the weekends to paint the gorgeous colourful gardens his uncle Phillip tended to so carefully. Like any artist, Alexander suffered for his work and constantly compared himself to his father, who he held on a pedestal as an artist. How could he ever live up to his own father who had several paintings hanging in the National Gallery? Sophie was always there for Alexander when he needed to vent his frustrations and would help guide him in a new direction if one form of art was starting to overwhelm him. When she suggested he give portraiture a go, he was hesitant. The first time he had ever heard anyone curse was his own father as he struggled to draw Alexander’s eyes just right; he doubted he could do any better. On the contrary, it turned out Alexander had a knack for painting others and capturing their appearances perfectly. He knew the first person he wanted to do a portrait of from the get go, and so on Sophie’s birthday she burst into tears when Alexander unveiled the painting he had done of her. “Oh no, mother; is it really that bad?” he had asked dishearteningly. She immediately engulfed him into a hug. “I love it and I love you.” she told him.

William Bridgerton was the first of Benedict’s sons to not inherit his grey eyes but Sophie’s mossy green irises. While he did get his father’s darker hair, he also got his mother’s curly locks which made him stand out from his brothers. From a young age William had an inherently cheeky look on his face. His parents couldn’t work out whether it was from the prominence of the apples of his cheeks, his adorable dimples, or the constant knowing smirk he had on his face; it seemed William was born to be a little mischief. If there was ever a crash somewhere in the house, William had caused it. If someone had decided to add on to one of Benedict’s paintings without permission, William was the culprit. If someone had swiped some of the fresh cookies baked by Mrs Crabtree and little Violet, it was always William. As soon as he was able to talk William would babble away non-stop, even when attending church (to which Charles would clamp his hand over his little brother’s mouth). One day Benedict stormed into the parlour with fury burning in his eyes. “Who decided it would be a good idea to dip Colin’s tail into paint? And who thought it would be an even better idea to use Colin’s tail to paint over and ruin my landscape?!” All eyes in the room went straight to five year old William, who looked up from his scone nonchalantly and had noticeable scratch marks along his arms. “William?” Sophie asked him expectantly. “Sorry.” William mumbled, averting his gaze from his livid father. “William, do you know how long I spent on that piece? It was going to be a part of my upcoming showcase in town and because of you it’s all ruined!” Benedict admonished. William then looked up and leveled his father with a frown. “And what? Are you going to cry about it?” he shot back. The parlour stilled at this retort; Sophie’s eyes widened, Charles grimaced, Alexander slumped down in his chair, and even three year old Violet knew her brother had said something very wrong. Benedict was stunned but after a few seconds managed to scold his son and send him off to bed with no supper as punishment. “Can you believe the cheek of him?” Benedict ranted later that night when he and Sophie were getting ready for bed. “He’s only five years of age! How has a child of that age got so much audacity? It’s like having a male Hyacinth!” he grumbled. “A male Hyacinth?” Sophie echoed. “Personally, I see more of Colin in him.” Benedict froze and stared at his wife as he processed her observation. “My God. I think you’re right.” Sophie was further proved right the next time Colin and his family came to visit My Cottage when uncle and nephew sat side by side and wolfed down their dinner with extra servings. “Oh this is terrible.” Benedict had muttered so only Sophie could hear. As William grew his attitude depleted but his wit remained and he took great pleasure in entertaining his many cousins, as well as having a gift for impersonating his various aunts and uncles. Sophie and Benedict knew the day was coming when William finished his last year of Cambridge and told them of his plans for the future. During his teenage years the only books he was happy to pick up and read again and again were his uncle Colin’s travel books, so when William informed them he was going to tour Europe, his parents only stipulation was that he remembered to come home to them, which he always did.

Violet Bridgerton II answered Benedict’s greatest wishes of having a daughter in Sophie’s image. As soon as the newborn was placed in his arms and he saw the fair-haired curly wisps matted to her head, he had been ecstatic, and once she had opened her eyes he fell in love with the mossy green colour all over again. Violet was a very happy little girl and was heavily doted on by her father and brothers, all of who couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Despite being a mother of four, Sophie got more rest after Violet’s birth since Benedict was at his daughter’s beck and call and couldn’t bear to be apart from his little girl. While Alexander was a carbon copy of his father, Violet was a carbon copy of her mother and shared Sophie’s sweet-natured temperament. She didn’t seem fazed by any of the pranks William pulled on her and she even apologized to Colin the cat when he scratched her after she tried picking him up. Just like her mother, Violet had a strong work ethic and was a very helpful child. She adored the Crabtrees and acted as Mrs Crabtree’s shadow in the kitchen, as well as Mr Crabtree’s in the garden. One weekend when she was eight years old and the Crabtrees had been given some well-deserved time off, the family awoke at My Cottage to find a whole breakfast spread prepared for them by the hands of little Violet. Another time when the Crane family were coming to visit, Benedict had risen early and saw through the kitchen window his twelve year old daughter trimming the rose bushes at seven in the morning. “What are you doing out here at this hour?” he asked her after venturing outside to check on her. “We don’t want Uncle Phillip to think we have no pride in our garden.” she retorted matter-of-factly and continued hacking away at the bush. Her hard work also showed in her education as she put her brothers to shame with how dedicated to her studies she was. She was a mathematics whiz like her mother and helped Sophie balance the books from the age of thirteen. Violet loved reading books, fiction and non-fiction, and when visiting Aubrey Hall she could be found with her nose in a book in the library along with her cousins Penelope, Georgiana, and Agatha. Upon her eighteenth birthday, Violet asked her father if she could debut in society in the Ton. “Are you sure, sweetheart? Your mother and I don’t want you to feel pressured.” Benedict had asked. “Why not?” Violet had shrugged. “I am a Bridgerton after all, and I can do anything when I put my mind to it.” It was of no surprise to Benedict when Violet was named the diamond of her season, neither was the long line of suitors who came to visit her, even if it did cause him a great deal of stress. “I always knew we’d have this problem.” Benedict said one night to his wife. “Why, of course. The Bridgerton girls always have their pick of suitors to choose from.” Sophie replied. “She’s a Bridgerton by name, but she’s completely and utterly my beautiful intelligent wife in mind, body, and soul. Of course the men of the Ton are fighting for her hand.” he smiled lovingly before drawing his wife into his arms.

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septic-skele · 4 years

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US - Accountable

Summary: Sans steps in and takes a beating that was meant for Papyrus. He's already forgiven his attackers by the time it's over, so it's strange to him that Papyrus and Muffet are still upset about it.

Sans wasn’t certain why everyone was so upset about it. It wasn’t much to be concerned about. Of course, when the first blows rained down and bone chipped under fierce knuckles, Sans had found the pain more than a little unpleasant. The kicks were unnecessary and the name-calling was rude but Sans was as strong as he was proud. He could outlast them—and he did. He took the victory simply for the fact that he got up again when it was over.

Strangely, Papyrus didn’t seem to see it that way. The whole walk home, he was skittish and shivering, clutching Sans’ hand like a lifeline. Now here was Muffet, hissing and spitting angrily as she patted a warm, damp cloth against the cracks in his nasal bone and jaw.

She really didn’t have to bother, he told her, idly swinging his legs where she had set him on the counter. Skeletons didn’t bleed easily; it would need to be a much deeper wound than this to need staunching. It really wasn’t necessary—

“The necessity is as I say it is!” Muffet snapped, startling him with the severity in her voice as she tipped his head back for a better angle. “You hush about my treatments and tell me instead how many there were pitting against you!”

“Four,” Papyrus piped up tremulously, earning a sharp glance that made him wince. “Sans was standing up for me. It was all my fault—”

“No, no, brother, don’t think that!” Sans protested, twisting to look at him and then yipping out a small “Ow!” as Muffet tugged him back into position. His eye sockets narrowed in exasperation as he insisted, “It wasn’t anyone’s fault; they just didn’t understand. They didn’t know about Papy’s HP so when I saw them trying to roughhouse with him, I invited them to play with me instead!”

“They weren’t playing! Playing shouldn’t make your face all black and blue!”

“It’s just extra magic kicking up along the seams of these scrapes. They’re like little bruises; nothing is as bad as it looks. It will all go away soon!”

“Well, all of those boys should go away! They’re mean and dirty and if you’re not gonna be mad at them for hurting you, I’ll be mad at them myself! I hate them!”

“Papyrus!” Sans’ warning voice was old instinct. “That’s not what I’ve taught you, is it? We can’t hate people; we’re supposed to be kind, we’re supposed to set an example so they know how to be kind too!”

Papyrus’ humility in the face of his brother’s rebuke, however, seemed to have fallen lax. Squaring up, eyelights flashing crimson, he shot back, “Well, you’re not the biggest boss of me anymore! Miss Muffet’s in charge and I know she’s mad at them too!”

“Yes, but the laws against stringing up ugly little termites like them are savvy. No loopholes to spin,” the arachnid huffed.

Rather astounded by her agreement, Sans sputtered, flinging his hands. “When has being mean ever made anything better? I don’t want to hurt them; if we try really hard and we show them how cool we are, maybe we can be friends! It’s in the past now. I forgive them! Once you heal me, ma’am, it’ll be like it never happened. I don’t understand—”

“It’s not fair!” Tears burst down Papyrus’ face before the echo of his cry even faded. Scrubbing violently at the evidence, he choked out, “You always forgive them even when they’re horrible to you—and they only get worse because you get in the way of them hurting me! I just wanna protect you too but I-I’m not strong enough; I can’t make them stop. All I can do is hate them but you don’t want that either so how—how am I s’posed to help you?!”

Soul sinking to his toes, Sans found himself with nothing to say as his brother buried himself in one of Muffet’s free arms. Even as she stroked the back of Papyrus’ skull, she brushed her other thumbs over Sans’ battered cheekbones, earning an uneasy flinch.

“You help by being the witness, dearie,” she stated grimly. “Because cruelties like these shouldn’t be brushed away with the flies. You shouldn’t pretend they never happen. They need to be kept in account.”

“But—” Sans’ hushed protest was promptly cut off.

“It isn’t a kindness to let cruel monsters have their way. Forgiveness isn’t forgetfulness. Is it kindness to let your brother cry in fear for you? Hmm? Is it kindness to dismiss my worries and pretend all is well, as if I can’t be trusted to know these goings-on?”

“That…I don’t mean to make you fret…”

“Do you trust me to care for you both, bone hatchlings?”

“Oh, no, it’s not like that! I know you care! You’ve proven that time and time again!”

“Do you trust me to protect you?” Though Sans’ expression didn’t change, the answer was clear to Muffet when his jaw set under her hands. She persisted regardless. “Do you trust me to guard, as being your guardian means? If I were there on the scene, I would have been the one to take that step in and play their game in Papyrus’ place.”

“No, ma’am.” It was the bluntest he had been so far, less of a disagreement and more of a flat-out refusal. “Defending Papyrus is my job.”

Precisely the answer she was banking on. Tilting her head, Muffet countered slowly and firmly. “Then is it a kindness to lie down and take it, if you’re all that’s between them and your brother’s scrap of HP? How can you be his defense proper if you can’t—or won’t—keep yourself safe first? What happens if you let them swat you down and then you can’t get back up to help him?”

“I wouldn’t let that happen!”

“So you would stop them then?”

“I—Well, it doesn’t matter what they do! I can always get back up,” he swore, heels knocking the cabinets beneath the counter. “I can do anything!”

“Not yet, my sweet. You’ve not thought yet of all the ways they can rot you. But all those clock hands ago, you came to me for my help—when Papyrus was hurting and you didn’t know how to make him safe.” Sans’ indignant posture shrank at the reminder. “I’m still here with help to offer, Sans. If you insist to have charge of him, I insist to have charge of you.”

If Sans had any objection to that, he didn’t have time to voice it as Muffet’s arms slid under his to set him back on the floor.

“Change into some looser clothes, if you wish for it, and then meet me and your Papyrus outside,” she instructed as she pulled Papyrus up to carry on her hip, “or you can come as you are. No matter. Just come in your best-judged condition to defend him.”

Sans stiffened, eyelights flicking back and forth across the room to find no immediate threat before recentering on their host. “F-From what? I don’t understand. What’s going to happen?”

“You’ve sampled their tasteless offense and think it is the only kind out there to try its luck against you.” For the first time that Sans could recall, Muffet’s fangs proved intimidating as she grinned. “It’s time I teach you how to dance.”

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A/N: Muffet proceeded to win several rounds of "Capture The Papyrus," while Sans had to face the hard lesson that pacifism and self-defense (as well as brother defense) can't always go hand in hand. He's got to know how and be willing to protect himself if he wants to protect his loved ones. Maybe there's more for him to learn about being a "guardian."

As for Papyrus, Muffet is sure to show him a thing or two about dodging like a spider. It will probably come in handy someday.

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simping-on-the-daily · 3 years

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Trains

TW: Implied suicidal thoughts (character wants to stay dead), suicide, death, alcoholism (Schlatt duh), self destructive thoughts, poison, mild injuries but nothing too descriptive, I think that's all?

A/N: Basically my headcanons of the Afterlife, and the intro fanfic for Whisper. Whisper was not involved in any plot, her ghost on the other hand-

Summary: One by one, the station slowly grew.

Whisper had been dead for a very long time.

Before the wars, in fact. Before anything, she really. Whisper travelled to the server, hung around for a few days before eventually dying. She never even interacted with any of the SMP members. She moved, so death's axe did as well.

And she accepted the creature watching her as she died, the mixture of soup falling to the ground. She didn't know the mushrooms were poisonous. But she didn't really care.

It was for the best, she said. She couldn't love herself. She couldn't be there for everyone, she said. This was her punishment, she said, This will make everyone happy, she said.

No-one had told her how uneventful the Afterlife was.

The train station was simple. It appeared to be made of stone and a very dark spruce (she didn't know much about wood), with numerous pieces of furniture lying around. Summoning stuff was a thing, but it took a lot of energy. Trains came and go, but they never stopped. You could go inside the train station, and the interior was that of an actual train.

The logic here was weird. The time here was weird.

Apparently each server had their own limbo. And she heard rumors (don't ask from who), that people from this server, but from other times, also had their own limbo.

When the train first stopped, she was really confused. And then when Schlatt popped up, she was even more so. Schlatt was a good friend, being part of the same server for an incredibly long time. Through him, she learned about Connor (his dad never failed to give her creeps).

Apparently Schlatt was joined the Dream SMP as well, got banned, became a president of a country (she knew he went to law school, but wow), ending up executing his son (that was quite a shock, he had a son?), drowned himself in alcohol to forget the fear that everyone was going to leave him, everyone did leave him, and then died from a heart attack surrounded by his enemies.

That took a while to process.

And then a new person came in.

A wannabe JD lookalike with a red beanie came in, with the sleeves of his trenchcoat uneven. The man didn't exactly seem stable, and from the rants she got, after Schlatt's death, Schlatt's son became the president, while the guy who was apparently called Wilbur tried to blow up the country he created. Then, his father came in, tried to get him to stop (he didn't stop), ended up blowing up the country, before begging his own father to kill him.

Yeesh. And she thought she was the one who wanted to die.

After the two new arrivals, it was actually pretty calm. Wilbur chatted and played Solitaire a lot, and thanks to him, Whisper learnt how the time worked in the Afterlife. And the fact that there was a ghost version of her quite shocked Whisper. The ghost that Wilbur discussed was said to still keep the self sacrificing and people pleasing attitude, but ultimately more innocent and kind then the actual real Whisper.

That was what death did to you, I guess. It made one bitter.

With Schlatt, the two were able to recollect the old times together. As spirits, the ram hybrid was upset to find that alcohol didn't have an affect on him, but he still did drink it. The two were able to discuss the old kayaking sessions and the drinks at the bar. While Schlatt couldn't stop Whisper's unhealthy addiction for praise, they could have a good time here-

Oh wait, the bane of her existence had arrived.

A while later, a new train popped up and left a guy wearing the Mexican flag and a smiley face mask that had it's tongue poking out. Apparently the guy looked very familiar to some other guy, as Schlatt and Wilbur loudly let out a "Dream?!", before the guy explained that he was Mexican Dream, not Dream (apparently that guy killed him).

He was the entire reason Whisper used up her energy to summon earplugs. The main just wouldn't shut up. The guy never had an off button and would end up loudly declaring his love to a guy named Mamacita (apparently the girl version of the original Dream, so MD was basically dating himself?) whenever she trying to chat with Wilbur or Schlatt.

However, the guy did end up growing on her. Whenever he was down due to losing his girlfriend or his death, it felt empty without the Spanish screams. Whisper was annoyingly fond of him, to put it.

Then, a literal teenager arrived.

She wasn't sure if MD or he was worse. He constantly talked about his 'Primes' whatever the fuck that was, and he just kept screaming. Whisper was never sure if his hatred for Americans was joking or serious, and the most annoying thing was that Wilbur seemed to like the kid. Apparently they were like brothers when they were both alive. Calm solitaire sessions with the beanie wearing spirit turned to a loud blonde idiot messing with the Cards. Apparently his name was Tommy. And he was the reason Whisper used up her energy to create bigger earplugs.

Unlike Mexican Dream, however, Tommy never had time to grow on the wolf hybrid. After two months of being in the Afterlife, a new train came up and took Tommy away back to the living world.

One by one, the station slowly grew. And although the actual Afterlife was boring, the people in it surely weren't. Whisper was never a fan of getting all emotional, but MD, Schlatt and Wilbur eventually became like a family to her. Though, Whisper did learn to never roughhouse with a ram hybrid. His horns dug right into her pinkie and after that, the blood never stopped pouring. It didn't hurt, but Whisper had to wrap some toilet paper around it top prevent the train station from getting stained.

The Afterlife wasn't so bad, after all.

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 4 years

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Living Room Graduation

You’re due to graduate from college, but due to COVID, it was cancelled. Chris, your neighbor, and his brother try to give you a graduation anyway.

You were gutted, to say the least, about your graduation being cancelled. Actually, your entire final semester was cancelled, your parents were stuck with your grandparents in Maine, and you had a huge old house to yourself and you couldn’t even have anyone quarantine with you. So you were at your worst, skipping Google Hangouts classes to re-watch the same TV shows you’d seen four times to binge all of the Lord of the Rings movies (you don’t even like them really, they’re just on Netflix), to sleep for fourteen hours a day, and only leave the house for curbside pickup or your weekly Starbucks run. You were completely and utterly done with life at that point.

It was around seven when you realized the trash collector was supposed to come in half an hour, so you sprung out of bed, threw on some shorts, and tried to make it. You probably looked like a mess, and it only slightly comforted you when you saw your neighbor, Chris, walking his own trash out in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. He was a sweet guy. He was an actor, he was in some of your favorite movies, and he had the sweetest dog who would sometimes come to your front yard and roll around. His brother, Scott, had been quarantining with him. At least they weren’t alone.

“You forgot too?” Chris asked across the driveway. You were probably six or seven feet apart.

“Yeah, my parents usually do this,” you responded. “But they’re stuck in Maine, so I’m here.”

“Oh, no! Hey, aren’t you supposed to be finishing college? Boston U, right? Is it pre something?”

“Pre-law,” you responded. You put the trash can down and crossed your arms in the cold, still talking to him. “I’m deferring law school for a year to try and get an internship and pay some of my loans off. I guess you’re not working right now, either?”

“Nope. I got a series coming out on Apple, but nothing’s filming right now, so Scott and I are just kind of sitting ducks,” he answered. “I gotta go take the dog out for a walk, but you should come over at some point as long as you don’t have coronavirus. We’re good company. And we’d be glad to have you.” You smiled.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile on your face. “Yeah, it’s freezing, I’m going back inside to put some pants on.” He laughed as you turned and walked across the driveway, bare-footed, until you reached your front door and slipped inside.

From that March evening, you were a regular at the Evans house. You came over for breakfast, lunch, even dinner sometimes. You and Scott would sit on the couch, Dodger between you, and watch TV for most of the day until you had to tune into class, when you’d run home. As it started warming up, you started using their pool. You missed your family, but Chris and Scott were quickly becoming some of your favorite people. Chris even networked you with one of his lawyers who was helping him with a political website he was coming out with, earning you a remote internship for the summer.

May came and your spirits were low, despite the fact that you had Chris and Scott all but living with you. You hated the fact that you couldn’t even protest for your classes to be graded so your GPA remained at a 3.89 and wouldn’t round up. You hated that your parents still weren’t home because they were taking care of your grandparents still. You hated being in that big farmhouse, all alone, even though your friends were next door. You hated the fact that you couldn’t do any school traditions or even remotely celebrate your graduation. But you tried to keep yourself occupied, like watching all of the Marvel movies with Scott just to annoy the shit out of Chris.

“Oh, come on! I don’t look that bad!” Chris defended as you were watching the first Captain America. He was making lunch for the three of you (because you and Scott only wanted to postmates in and Chris insisted on making food), so he was in the kitchen just behind where you and Scott were laughing and commenting.

“Dude, no one looks good in polyester stars and stripes! Just admit it!” You said to him. He groaned and jokingly shoved you into the couch. “I’m sorry. You just make it so easy to make fun of you.”

“I could say the same. You weren’t fooling anyone when you put that sweater on while you were tanning outside.” That was right – you had put a sweater on over your bikini the day before when you were at their pool, trying to cover up the fact that you were attending class and tanning at the same time.

“Oh, that’s different!” You said, walking into the kitchen just to punch him in the side. You’d seen how he worked out and that was definitely the most vulnerable part of him.

“Hey!”

“Guys, no roughhousing!” Scott called, not even bothering to look behind you. Your phone chimed, signaling that you had class in ten minutes, and you sighed.

“Go on and use the office,” Chris said to you, “and I’ll have lunch after.”

“Thank you,” you replied, grabbing your laptop and running up the stairs to Chris’s office area. He always kept it the cleanest room in the house, but it was filled with pictures of him and his co-stars, pictures of him and his family. Your favorite was a framed picture of Dodger right in front of his computer.

You logged into class and the Google Hangouts noise started playing loudly. Chris looked up at the ceiling before walking over to Scott, knowing that you were getting ready for class and wouldn’t be back down. He sat down next to his brother and pet the dog who was always at his side.

“Okay, since her graduation got cancelled, I wanna do something,” Chris said to Scott. “She deserves it. And her parents aren’t even here to see her graduate.”

“Well, what do you want to do?” Chris sighed, taking his phone from his pocket, and looked up your college’s website. Then he saw the COVID information page, which had plans for graduation on it.

“It looks like they’re doing a virtual graduation with all of their names and pictures and everything. So maybe we could screen it here, give her a nice brunch and some alcohol, make her feel not so anti-climactic,” he suggested, handing Scott the phone. The graduation was going to be on YouTube, so it was easy to pull up on the TV. And they could lure you over under the guise of something else and surprise you with it.

“Alright, then, how do you wanna do this? We have to make some excuse to keep her out until that time.”

“Just… You go with her on a Starbucks run or something after class today. Find a way to make sure it’s the one across town. That’ll give me enough of a chance to make some food and put some stuff up and go over to her house and steal her cap and gown.”

“Christopher, you are a mastermind,” Scott said. “Remind me never to piss you off while we’re in quarantine. You have time, money, and motive.” Chris chuckled and went back to making lunch, bringing the meat out to the grill while you were still in class.

Over the next few days, you didn’t suspect anything. You went along with everything, as usual, and Chris was even alone with you as you walked Dodger. He managed to keep it a secret, even though he wanted to burst and tell you that you shouldn’t be sad on your graduation. The week leading up to it, he forced you to use the office space almost every day. He gave you food and coffee, he made you take breaks for your sanity, and he made you get nine hours of sleep every night. Finally, the day before graduation, you burst into the door.

“Guys!” You said loudly, holding a printed piece of paper. “I contested to get my classes graded instead of pass fail and they did it! I have a 3.9 now!”

“That’s amazing!” Chris said, walking over to give you a hug.

“What? That’s awesome!” Scott got up off the couch and hugged you too. Even Dodger looked excited.

“So now I can actually say I have a 3.9.”

“Let me see it!” Chris took the paper from your hands, looking at all of your grades. Despite all of the meltdowns and classes you skipped, you managed an A in every single one of them. “I’m so proud of you!” He said, hugging you again.

“I’m going to go call my parents,” you said.

“Oh, by the way,” Chris said, grabbing you before you could make it out the door. “Come over tomorrow at 8:30. No questions asked, alright? And wear something cute?” You gave him a look before turning around and leaving.

“Dude, you basically spoiled it!” Scott said, elbowing his brother.

“What happened to no roughhousing?” Chris asked. He ran away before Scott could do anything. He had some work to do, if only for you.

The next morning you showed up at their door at exactly 8:30, carrying a six pack and hoping that whatever they had planned would allow you to get drunk. You’d finally passed out after watching Baccalaureate and the awards ceremonies all by yourself. Your best friend was the valedictorian, too, and you called her to cry about it. But you were up bright and earlier than usual when Scott opened the door and shuffled you in. Red and white was everywhere – they’d pulled out some Christmas decorations that were red garlands, Chris had literally put glitter confetti all over a table, and there was a cookie cake on the table with your name on it.

You teared up as soon as you saw the cookie cake. You could smell breakfast, too. He’d made you an entire meal, bigger than the usual kind. Both of the boys were wearing red, too, and you beamed. They’d planned you an entire graduation party in their living room because you couldn’t go to yours.

“What?” You asked. They both just laughed and embraced you in an Evans sandwich.

“I stole your cap and gown too,” Chris said, “you should really lock your doors when you’re over here for class.” You laughed.

“Thank you, so much, guys.”

“It’s the least we can do. We’re proud of you. Come on and get some food and alcohol and we can cry through the ceremony together.” You laughed again and started making the rounds in the kitchen, grabbing a little bit of everything except for some extra bacon, and you let Chris pour you a massive glass full of alcohol for yourself. He brought out your gap and gown and your cords and stoles and made you put them on. The ceremony started at 9, so you weren’t too pressed for time. But you sat down between the two of them, Dodger right on top of you, and watched as your name eventually came on screen. Both boys cheered and nudged you, clinking all of your glasses together.

“I’m so proud of you,” Chris said, “really.” You leaned into his shoulder and then Scott’s, just grateful that you had them.

“I’m really glad we took the trash out at the same time,” you said with a sniffle.

“Oh, don’t cry! Come on, we have alcohol!” Scott said. That just made you laugh.

“Come on, kid,” Chris said as he messed up your hair. “Let’s get some cake.”

A/N: I’m sorry this is so short but I hope you like it! Congrats to anyone in the Class of 2020!

#chris evans fluff #chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader

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( medalion rahimi / cis woman ) ZADIE JABBARI is 22 years old and is a JUNIOR at thales university. SHE is majoring in CREATIVE WRITING and is known for being THE HOYDEN as SHE can be OUTGOING and ADVENTUROUS as well as FLAKY and EXCESSIVE. every time i see HER, SHE reminds me of ENTERING A PARTY WITH GLITTERY STAR PASTIES UNDERNEATH AN OVERSIZED FAUX FUR COAT, SKIN LITTERED WITH STICK AND POKE TATTOOS, A LAUGH REMINISCENT OF A WITCH’S CACKLE.

Background:

adopted at birth by her two fathers, Iman and David, who lived in New York, New York. She has two older brothers: Zander and Jaspar.

The family was well of with Iman being a pharmacist and David being an interior designer. David frequently encouraged the kids to spread their creativity into their spaces, so his encouragement paired with his constant desire to renovate meant that there was almost always a room that was in the middle of being remodeled, refurnished, or repainted.

Growing up, Zadie was a spitfire. She would roughhouse with her brothers, unafraid to tackle them or challenge them athletically. She was a tomboy and found it difficult to relate to most girls her age. It wasn’t that she didn’t like girls, it was more that other girls didn’t like her. She was boisterous and borderline obnoxious at times, bold in a way that many of her potential friends found intolerable.

It wasn’t until sophomore year of high school that she began playing with her femininity, experimenting with makeup and her style. She often still wore her baggy shirts and mom jeans, but she would also pop on some heels and a bodycon dress for a party. To this day, her daytime and nighttime styles look like entirely different types of people.

She thrived on the attention she received, thrived on attention, in general. She had a way of commanding the attention of a room, making it where it was near impossible not to notice she was there. She loved entertaining, capturing the attention of a circle while she recounted the details of a bad hookup or rattled off jokes.

When she applied for Thales, her family thought it was an odd choice. But frankly, Zadie was ready to explore the world even if this exploration started by just moving to another state. She wanted to get away, start from scratch, and find herself.

She found refuge in roller derby, just fast paced enough to keep her interested and as a bonus, she befriended many of the players. She’s a blocker.

When she turned 21, she started participating at open mic night at a local comedy club. It was a high. Nothing made her feel more alive than the roar of a laughing crowd. She’s constantly jotting down jokes or antidotes to work into a routine.

Bought a stick and poke tattoo kit and went wild. She’s covered in tiny tattoos that she does when she’s bored or that she gets someone else to do. She’s always trying to convince people to let her give them one.

She… doesn’t have a clear idea of her future. She thinks she might want to do stand up or write for a show like SNL or even become a reality tv star. She knows the end goal (gain an audience), but she’s not 100% on the vehicle to get there.

Connection to Nana: She was party friends with and a bad influence on Nana. She encouraged that they frequent parties and that Nana trade off studying for whatever activity caught Zadie’s attention that moment. Part of her was jealous at how planned out Nana’s life was and how magnetic she was, but part of her also had a crush on her. Nana was her Heather, basically.

Connection to Steven: She was one of Steven’s secret affairs. She never had any interest in anything more with him. She was more enticed by the idea of corrupting someone so pristine. Making the lawful good Steven fold on his morals? Hilarious.

Personality:

Gemini sun, Aries moon, Leo rising. chaotic neutral. ENTP. 7w8.

Loud, sociable, and bold. She’s the first to try to make an introvert come out of their shell, but also the type to pour beer on her shirt and request a wet t-shirt contest.

Sex positive. Open about sex and her interest in people because why shouldn’t she be?

Kind of a jealous person when someone has something she wants e.g. Nana. She occasionally lets it get in the way of friendships and can sometimes engage in subtle sabotage.

Restless, flighty, noncommittal. Relationships never last long because she usually gets bored after the honeymoon stage.

The kind of friend where if she sees a friend in a fist fight, she’ll jump in and go at the other person too.

Her best friends’ biggest hype man. If there’s a party and they’re getting ready together, they can expect all the compliments and shots.

Wanted Connections:

her brothers, exes (bisexual, biromantic), maybe someone who saw that she was negatively influencing nana and holds it against her?, hookups, fwb, roller derby friends, brotps (maybe a squad?), enemies/rivals, a good influence/moral conscience?, party friends, etc.

#pyrrhic.intro #me? creating a muse who thrives off of validation and doesn't know how to deal with their emotions?#unheard of

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Star, March 8

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: George Clooney vs. Brad Pitt -- the fight that ended their friendship

Page 1: Scott Disick's mid-life makeover -- some guys buy a convertible but Scott already has a garage full of fancy rides, so what else to do when you're edging close to 40, split from the mom of your three kids and are already dating a 19-year-old model? Well, bleach your hair platinum, of course!

Page 2: Contents, Leighton Meester and Adam Brody celebrated their sixth wedding anniversary with a couple's surf session

Page 3: Star Shots -- John Legend wore an eye-catching sweater to a photoshoot in West Hollywood, Anya Taylor-Joy stunned in a crimson gown on the set of an untitled David O. Russell-directed period film, Jason Sudeikis grabbed a bite during a break from filming Ted Lasso's second season in London

Page 4: After hosting countless rose ceremonies over nearly two decades of The Bachelor and The Bachelorette, Chris Harrison is now in the hot seat himself and facing backlash for defending current Bachelor frontrunner Rachael Kirkconnell who's been accused of racist behavior -- the next day, Chris apologized and said he was stepping aside as host of the dating reality series but the damage was done as Rachel Lindsay who is the first Black lead in the franchise's history revealed she won't renew her Bachelor contract and current Bachelor Matt James supported her -- as for Chris, the fallout continues as Crest are considering pulling down ads featuring him but with critics calling for his ouster Chris wants his job back and no one at ABC wants to see him replaced but those conversations are happening

Page 5: Miley Cyrus has an idea how to help Britney Spears in her legal battle to replace dad Jamie Spears as her conservator -- Miley is hoping she and Britney can record a classic song together like an anthem like Sisters Are Doin' It for Themselves or Enough Is Enough and she's hoping to get Britney on board but that may be a challenge with the legal restrictions in place

* Mom-of-eight Kate Gosselin didn't get what she was asking for on her house in Pennsylvania -- it's upsetting that she got less than she paid for it but her hand was forced; it costs a lot to keep up a house like that on 20-plus acres and with years of roughhousing, it needs a lot of work -- with twins Mady and Cara already in college and the sextuplets growing up, Kate hopes to jump-start her career and she's dying to leave Pennsylvania and head to Hollywood

* Paris Hilton's boyfriend of just over a year Carter Reum dropped to one knee on a gorgeous private beach and offered Paris his heart and a sparkler from Cartier and she said yes -- close family was on hand to celebrate the couple who have been friends for 15 years and the party went on well into the evening -- now Paris is already making wedding plans for something simple and elegant with a gorgeous dinner and the couple is ready to start a family sooner rather than later and she's hinted she's already started IVF and if she gets pregnant they'll just push up the wedding

Page 6: Ryan Gosling needed some time off after 2018's moon-landing biopic First Man because he really became Neil Armstrong during the six months of shooting and he was absolutely drained after finishing it and he spent the next two years with wife Eva Mendes being a full-time dad to their two young kids -- now he's back and with three movies lined up, he's looking at a $75 million paycheck this year -- in addition to The Gray Man, he's gearing up for a Wolfman update and another space adventure called Project Hail Mary -- he wants to be a popcorn-movie star and he's going full-blown buff-and-shirtless action hero

* Allen v. Farrow is a new investigation into 1992 allegations about Woody Allen by his adopted daughter Dylan Farrow and her mother Mia Farrow that digs up damning new evidence against the director -- one harrowing home video shows the then-7-year-old Dylan saying her dad touched her privates and later a doorman and a building manager and a maid at Allen's NYC residence raise questions about when Woody began his shocking relationship with Mia's teen daughter Soon-Yi -- Mia also expresses fear in the doc, saying she worries that when the documentary comes out he'll be on the attack again and he'll do whatever he has to do to save himself

* Star Spots the Stars -- Julia Roberts, Joe Jonas, Luann de Lesseps, Christina Aguilera, Kaia Gerber, Tarek El Moussa and Heather Rae Young

Page 8: Star Shots -- With balloons and a box of chocolate in hand lifestyle expert Gretta Monahan arrived at The View, Melissa Gorga snacked on a huge box of sweets between Zoom interviews to promote the 11 season of The Real Housewives of New Jersey, Vanessa Lachey prepared to host a Galentine's Day celebration with macarons and wine

Page 10: Jenna Dewan making a plant-based meal, Selling Sunset's Christine Quinn and her husband Christian Richard sipped juice bar drinks while running errands in Beverly Hills, Hugh Grant stopped to tend to his laces while out for a walk in Chelsea in West London, Carrie Underwood prepped for her daily workout session in pieces from her Calia fitness apparel line

Page 12: After a stop at the Kidding Around children's store Bradley Cooper had his hands full walking with his daughter Lea in NYC, Sofia Vergara chic in a blowout and patterned top in Beverly Hills, Justin Bieber looked comfy in a message tee and pajama bottoms in L.A.

Page 13: Thandie Newton looked tense while Chris Pine hit the ground running as the two filmed the spy thriller All the Old Knives in London, Jon Bernthal braved the frigid water while Gretchen Mol bundled up on the set of American Gigolo in L.A.

Page 14: Think Pink -- Jennifer Lopez hoisted an oversized customized bubble-gum hued Coach satchel in a promo shot in NYC, Cardi B slipped on neon sneakers from her Reebok collaboration to shop on Rodeo Drive in L.A., Hilary Duff showing off a peek of her growing baby bump on the set of Younger in NYC

Page 16: In town to film The Hills: New Beginnings with their castmates Spencer Pratt and Heidi Montag played in the snow with their son Gunner in Lake Tahoe

Page 17: Mandy Moore and husband Taylor Goldsmith celebrated their last Valentine's Day before parenthood with a romantic stroll in Pasadena, Michelle Obama on her new children's show Waffles + Mochi

Page 18: Chris Meloni and Mariska Hargitay in NYC, hiding her locks in a cute newsboy cap Brooke Burke grabbed dinner at Nobu in Malibu, Krysten Ritter brought her son Bruce to meet some farm animals at the Gentle Barn in Santa Clarita

Page 20: Normal or Not? Farrah Abraham suffered a serious wardrobe malfunction while hitting the sand in Malibu -- not normal, Nikki Reed gushing over her therapy chicken -- normal, Property Brothers' Drew Scott booty bumpin' with wife Linda Phan -- not normal, Lucy Hale lovingly held onto her new dog Ethel while fueling up her ride in L.A. -- normal

Page 22: Fashion -- stars in pastel frocks -- Heidi Klum, Sophia Bush, Chrissy Teigen

Page 23: Rihanna, Kirsten Dunst

Page 26: Kourtney Kardashian and Travis Barker are having sexy slumber parties at Kourtney's $8.5 million Calabasas pad and they are spending so much time together and she loves having him sleep over and he'll stay the whole weekend -- Travis who has lived nearby in the gated community for years is already making himself at home and not only has he moved a bunch of stuff into Kourtney's property but she leaves him to chill out and enjoy his space if she has to run errands -- even if it seems the couple is moving and moving in fast, their respective broods are on board with the new arrangement and Kourtney's kids Mason, Penelope and Reign love having Travis around and meanwhile the door is always open for Travis' kids Alabama and Landon, and Travis and Kourtney do a lot of fun stuff with their kids together -- there's already speculation that the move-in will be permanent because Kourtney knows a good thing when she sees it and Travis checks all the boxes

Page 27: Meeting the in-laws might be a little complicated for newly engaged Shailene Woodley and Aaron Rodgers because the Green Bay Packers QB is famously estranged from his Chico, California-based family -- in 2016 Aaron's younger brother Jordan Rodgers exposed the rift while competing on The Bachelorette and at the time, fans blamed Aaron's then-girlfriend Olivia Munn for turning him Hollywood but the trouble continued after their 2017 split -- now that he's with Shailene, Aaron doesn't want to bring her into that toxic atmosphere but Shailene who once called her own folks super f**ked up is not deterred and she is encouraging Aaron to let bygones be bygones but he's not ready

* Melissa and Joe Gorga's marriage troubles will play out on the new season of The Real Housewives of New Jersey but their issues are even worse behind the scenes and they've been butting heads as Melissa's career continues to skyrocket so she's distracted with work and doesn't have time for Joe and he feels neglected and he isn't one to hold back -- it doesn't help that the Envy boutique owner was rumored to be getting close to another man -- the couple is trying to work out their issues for the sake of their three kids but Melissa may be done

Page 28: Cover Story -- George Clooney and Brad Pitt: The Breaking Point -- fights, jealousy and other women -- the former besties had a major falling out and now mutual friend Sandra Bullock is desperate to reunite them -- George and Brad have barely spoken in eight years and they've definitely gone their separate ways and Brad's ex-wife Angelina Jolie played a big part in the demise of their friendship because Angie felt George took Brad away from her and their kids -- Amal Clooney found Angie unbearable and that was kind of the point of no return for Brad and George -- George is struggling to regain his luster as a director while Brad is out there winning Oscars

Page 32: Prince Harry and Meghan Markle: Interview Shockers -- as they prep for baby number two, Harry and Meghan announce a no-holds-barred interview, leaving the palace on edge

Page 34: Celebs in Wheel Trouble -- don't drink (or drug) and drive; these stars got caught making some very bad decisions -- Bruce Springsteen, mug shots of Justin Bieber

Page 35: Reese Witherspoon, Vince Vaughn, Lindsay Lohan, Michael Phelps, Khloe Kardashian, Henry Thomas, Heather Locklear, Jesse Luken, Mel Gibson

Page 36: Beauty -- curl care -- strengthen every type of wave and coil with cool new miracle workers

Page 48: Parting Shot -- Bill Murray teamed up with NFL player Larry Fitzgerald for the AT&T Every Shot Counts Charity Challenge in Pebble Beach -- despite landing in third place, Bill and Larry made a great pair, earning an impressive $209,000 for local charities

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