#trying to figure out the family tree my beloved

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

I love the running joke that moon is their mom but look at eclipse, sun is his mom. Sun is probably all their moms. But moon takes responsibility cause mom sun is in the middle of a murderous break down and his kids are in danger.

-🩸🌜

Sun is the surrogate Mom, Moon is the biological Mom.

[ilylovelyz]

slow burn kiyoomi x reader 🥹

⍣ ೋ what is love?

˚ · . sakusa x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ slowburn, angst w happy ending, heartbreak/rejection, mutual pining, denial is a river in egypt sakusa, slight jealousy and possessiveness, none of these are in order btw, sakusa is such an asshole, this is kinda all over the place </3, literally my longest story ever, my terrible attempt at my first actual slow burn, this is split into two parts because my phone cant handle it, prt 2.

we met for a reason. i'm still trying to figure that part out.

romance is something that sakusa didn't think was necessary in life.

he didn't deem it a serious issue, nor did he want that issue of "falling in love". whenever he heard his friends talking about their girlfriends or just romance in general, he had to hold back an aggressive eye-roll because he didn't see the hype of it all.

too busy with volleyball, he could barely make time for his own friends and family. he was okay with that, he didn't want to be distracted anyways. he didn't need that dumb "romance", he didn't need someone to hold his hand while he cried or whatever.

he didn't need to have someone to love, all he needed was himself, and himself only.

but, he couldn't help those vast, deep feelings late at night. the clock would read a wee time in the morning, but he couldn't sleep. his mind was purged with thoughts, questions, and curiosity.

what is love?

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he didn't expect his question to be answered so soon.

he remembers it in extreme detail, the day he met you. the air was getting colder, the trees getting more bare and leaves falling with every slight breeze. it was the beginning of his third year of high-school, his last year of high-school. he wanted to savor his last year before he finally graduated into adulthood, often admiring the crunch the orange-brown leaves underneath his feet.

he would find himself taking a different route home, walking through a park with many trees and plants. he thought the view was nice. the park was very popular when he was younger, but now, it was considered unordinary to even see a stray dog walking nearby.

the once beloved park was all but forgotten, giving a nostalgic yet liminal feeling. but it seemed it wasn't forgotten by all.

he was near almost exiting the park when he saw a bench ahead, with a figure sitting on it. the closer he got, did he realize it was a girl around maybe his age. when he was maybe 10 feet away from the bench, did he see that the girl was wearing his school uniform.

he was going to just leave the park, but of course, you heard his footsteps and acknowledged his presence, causing him to halt his steps. "hello! i didn't know that anyone was still visiting this place. you're wearing my school's uniform too! what's your name?" you eagerly said, almost blinding him with your energetic and bright energy.

he wonders how differently life would've been if he hadn't given you his name and engaged in small talk with you. although the conversation was short and almost awkward, he found an odd pleasure talking with you.

from the way he was so standoffish and cold, he, for some reason, thought you wouldn't be there the next day, maybe scaring you off from coming there again. and of course, the next day, you were there. you were sitting up on the bench, almost like you were awaiting him.

once you saw him, you harassed him with more questions and excited small talk, asking him little things and what grade he was in, etc. he was, like always, stiff and almost resistant, but that didn't seem to stop you from trying to make a conversation with him.

it was like that for the next few days, just you engaging random conversations with him as soon as he within 5 feet of you. at the beginning, it was almost exhausting because you were persistent and almost pushing information and communication with him. at some point, he would resist the urge to run away or telling you to simply shut up and leave him alone, or even just wondering if he should go back to his old walking route.

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within a few weeks it was like talking and seeing you become apart of his routine. the weather was much colder, and the days became shorter. after practice, an unaware komori would ask him if he would like to go with him to convenience stores or karaoke, but sakusa would immediately decline. he didn't even think about it before declining, nor did he think of a reason behind it.

to a logical sakusa, the sun was setting quickly now that it was the cold seasons, and with every minute, the air was getting colder, so he had to be quick and walk home. but, to a subconscious sakusa, he was quick to walk home because he knew you would be waiting for him. it would be rude to keep you waiting.

everything was good like that for a while. he came to accept your persistence and conversations, seeing you as nothing more than the chatty person on the bench, at the forgotten park, who has near 10 keychains on her school bag. he found himself conversing with you without a thought, almost talking with you until sunset, sometimes having to run home because he got carried away in conversation with you.

after he acknowledged your presence, he began to see you everywhere at school. whether it be walking to school (after deciding to take the park route for the mornings as well), at lunch, or even in the hallways. as usual, you would smile at him, bright and welcoming as always.

he remembers the day in great detail he acknowledged maybe you were a little more than "the chatty person on the bench, at the forgotten park, who has near 10 keychains on her school bag". it was in mid-november, when they had a particularly good and hard match held at their school. it felt good to win, and it felt even better that they didn't have to travel for it.

it was when he looked at his phone's time, exiting the locker rooms did he realize that he was forgetting something important. he didn't realize what is was though, but he tried to shrug it off by joining komori to go to a convenience store to get some celebration snacks, particularly umeboshi filled rice balls.

it was when he was paying for the snacks did he see a cute pink bear keychain, did he remember what he forgot about. within a second, and almost scaring his dear cousin, did he quickly pay and practically dash out the store, running down the sidewalk to the way to of the park. he ignored the oncoming rain clouds and sounds of thunder, almost slipping and running into many water puddles, almost falling his way down the stairs of the park.

he only stopped running when he was 10 feet away from the bench, chest heavy and rapidly moving as he tried to regain his breath. the sun was already setting, the sky in a shade of bright red to a solemn cloudy blue. he walked closer to the bench, eyes guilty as he took in your rain-soaked uniform and wet hair.

"why didn't you just go home." he asked, though it didn't sound much like a question, more like a demand. you stayed quiet for a minute, and during that minute, did sakusa's mind be purged with similar questions of why didn't you just go home. he just couldn't understand you.

"because i just wanted to talk with you, is all."

he mentally facepalmed at your response. are you serious? his eyebrows visibly cringed, mouth slightly agape at your nonchalant, almost brain cell-degrading response. no way this is real. no way you are real.

suddenly he found himself coming towards you, grabbing you from the bench with your wrist, forcing you onto your feet as he dragged you along with him to walk home. he didn't know where the hell you lived, but that didn't stop him from dragging you with him. on the way, he scolded you so intensely at some point he was just blabbering about how you piss him off so much, and that he just can't seem to understand how stupid you are.

for what reason did you do all of that for?! just to talk? unbelievable.

his almost insulting words and near-degradation just seemed to go in one ear, and out the other though, as you found yourself giggling and making mischievous remarks to his verbal abuse. your non-serious responses without a care in the word just seemed to make him angrier, the veins in his neck almost prominent because he was just that angry.

after a lot of walking around, he somehow found where you live without your help because you seemed to enjoy his suffering, and after a especially crude and almost bewildering response from you did he just have enough of you. before you could even laugh, he was spinning around to face you, grabbing you roughly by your shoulders, and shaking you intensely. almost as if he was trying to shake some common sense into you.

after condemning you to the hell, he roughly shoved two umeboshi rice balls and the pink bear keychain into your chest before storming off home. you ignored the way he basically assaulted you, only smiling at the fact that he had obviously thought of you when buying two umeboshi rice balls. he said it was his favorite food one of the first few times you had talked with him.

walking into your empty house, where you had no siblings, and two very hard-working parents. sitting down onto the floor's ledge to take off your shoes, you grabbed your school bag, adding the 11th keychain to your collection.

you blushed intensely at the seemingly little detail. how cute of him to note your little obsessions.

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yet another day that left sakusa laying awake at night thinking about the day's nonsense. particularly, your nonsense.

he was closing his damn eyes! he was somehow getting a headache from it. the "useful hack" his mother always told him on school nights when he seemed to have a hard time sleeping wasn't working. he found himself sighing in defeat, eyes wondering to the clock besides his bed every 5 minutes or so.

2:44am. massaging his temple, he laid his palm over his forehead. you're going to be the death of him. for the past few weeks, you've been almost plaguing his life. you've plagued his park, his school, his volleyball, hell, even his dreams.

could he even call them dreams? more like nightmares.

his hand traveled down to his mouth, covering it in denial.

his eyes were low with resistance and exhaustion, softly fluttering as he deeply inhaled, preparing himself as he sought out for reasoning and "maybe"s to explain your stupid actions and the way you've become such a distraction to his once peaceful life.

except, there were no "maybe"s. only one truth, that he doesn't want to accept

he let out the breath he's been holding back for the past minute or so for a sigh of defeat. his other free hand comes to lay against his chest, feeling his heart beat rebelliously against his will.

he finally feels the need for sleep, eyes closing to escape from his thoughts. he's had enough for the day. he's had enough. before he lulls asleep, he thinks back to the question he's only asked himself during the similar times when he wasn't able to fall asleep due to mindlessness curiosity.

what is love?

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the day after that, sakusa hesitantly makes his way to the park.

it's cold as hell, he might have to start taking the much shorter route home, but he knows he won't.

he's slow with his walk in the park, knowing that towards the end, he'll have to pass by you, and engage with you like always. when he does walk past you, you don't engage with him as quickly as you usually do.

he doesn't know if it's because today, the weather is shit, or if it's because he looked almost disturbed at the sight of you after yesterday, or perhaps.. no. he shakes his head at the "maybe"s, it's best to be logical. he thinks that you're stupid enough to not have connected the dots.

he stands, again, away from you, almost as if he's ready to just walk away from you. but today, unlike his usual 8-10 feet distance sway from you, he's gotten closer. he's instead 5 feet away from you, how cute of him to try to try to be closer today, even after you put him through hell yesterday.

he puts his hands into the pockets of his trousers. you chalk it up to him being cold because he wasn't wearing gloves, for a matter of fact, he hasn't been wearing gloves for a while now. he used to have a pair, black, but he seemingly has lost them.

you stay observing him for a minute, eyebrow raised and mouth in a fine-line. he cowers his head into his black scarf, a little nervous due to your sudden stoicism.

you observe him even closer now that he's physically closer to you. he has nice hair, quite fluid and bouncy curls that move with the sharp wind. he has nice cheekbones, nose tall and great. it's cute how his one pale feature are now twinged with a light redness due to the cold.

you think he looks better in the winter, his dark and mysterious aura blends in with the subliminal background. almost like a model. with his dark coat and scarf, he looks snug and cozy, you're jealous.

suddenly, you're smiling at him mischievously. "'omi.." you coo, arms reaching for your school bag. at first. he used to scold you for addressing him by his first name, heartlessly telling you that you're not his friend, and that it's disrespectful not to use honorifics with someone you barely know. but now, he finds himself somehow softening at the nickname you've given him. somehow. but he's more nervous at the way you're smiling at him, smiling at him the way a teacher with no empathy does after they gave their student detention after being late by one minute.

he's prideful at the way he was able to hide he was about to turn blue from holding his breath as he wrote up your unusual behavior as you point out the newest collection to your keychains. "i really like the keychain you got me." you snide.

he silently nods at your words, not unusual due to his quiet nature. "i think it was really cute." you smirk. his head props up at the praise, "yeah, i got it at the little convenience store near the-", "no, i'm not talking about the keychain. i mean, i am, but i thought it was cute that you bought it for me." you interrupt, eyes crinkled up into a silly smile.

"were you thinking of me?" you say, covering your mouth in feigned surprise. his once stoic features turned almost annoyed. he finds that his face heats up, but chalks it up to the cold temperature.

his eyes blink a few times as you randomly start looking through the messy-ness that you call the contents of your bag, rummaging through crinkled up papers and candy wrappers before you seemingly find what you're looking for. with speeds that he swears he's never seen your lazy ass travel at, you whip out a pair of knit thick black gloves, holding it close to your face as you show it off to him before holding it them out for him.

"i made them for you. i noticed you haven't worn your black gloves in awhile, did you lose them?" with that, his annoyed expression soon softens with defeat.

usually due to the short daylight timing now, he would be heading home. the sun is close to setting, and the temperature is only getting lower. but, he finds sighing to himself slowing making his way closer to the bench before sitting down on it for the first time ever in the history of the past four months of talking with him.

you grin at this, mouth opening to start yet another mindless conversation with him.

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"yo, kiyoomi. do you have any plans for this saturday?" komori asks, "me and the team are going to go for karaoke and then something to eat. you should come." sakusa finishes wrapping up a knit black scarf around his neck before responding. "no, sorry, i have plans for this saturday. maybe another time."

komori is disappointed, but not surprised. "what do you have planned?" he asks, curious to as what his introvert cousin has planned. he takes note of the new scarf kiyoomi has, it's quite thick and warm looking. it's then does he connect the dots.

"are you going on a date with y/l/n-san?!" he teases, bringing a hand up to tug on the end of the scarf that was most-likely made by you, as, according to what sakusa said about you during the last family function after his mother pointed out sakusa has been seen "nonchalantly" texting with a girl and was all the sudden curt and annoyed.

it was during then that sakusa had admitted it was a girl, but refused the fact that it was in that way of texting, y'know, talking. but following that statement, he proceeded to privately talk to komori about you after he pressed him more on the matter.

one of the only few things sakusa said about it was him hesitantly muttering "she likes to knit, she's a grandma." before he refused to say anything more. it was only until a week later when komori finally met you after he spotted you and sakusa talking in the hallway.

he slapped his hand away from the scarf defensively. "it's not a date! it's just a casual hang-out." he scoffed coldly, hands trying to fight off his cousin's teasing hands, almost turning into a full-on wrestling match.

"congrats on getting a date!" one of his teammates said as he left the locker room, curly hair distressed from the assault he had just endured. he didn't have anymore energy to reply. he was slightly annoyed at his teammates making a big deal out of nothing. but why was he being so defensive about it? even to himself it was weird. overall, as he said, it's just a hang-out. not a date. nothing serious.

his hands fumbled around in his pockets, clad with the gloves you made him as waited at the intersection. his eyes stared at the road lights, counting down the seconds he could cross before eventually the light that was the pedestrian symbol lit up. he crossed with haste, overtaking those also making their way across. "mama, i'm cold," he heard a child say, clinging to their mother's warmth.

it is cold today. very cold, one of the coldest days so far this winter. he's lucky that you were kind enough to make him gloves and eventually a scarf, thick enough that it might as well be considered some type of cold resistant armor. his gloved hand mindlessly comes up to play with the ends of the scarf, it's become like a destresser for him when in large crowds like these.

he finds his anxiety dissipating as he gets closer towards the park, the crowds becoming more scarce before there's only one or two wondering souls walking around. he eventually comes to the main entrance, to the stairs of the sidewalk that leads into the low elevated park's grass. he makes sure to grab onto the metal handrail as he slowly steps down the now frozen-over steps before eventually stepping into the snow clad grass.

it's now december. almost 5 months of meeting you, and 5 months filled with meeting you after-school at this park. he makes his way towards the meeting spot, thick slow crunching underneath his feet with every step.

he sighs deeply as he sees you from across the field. you're just a tiny dot in the horizon, but he knows it's you. . the serene gentle snowfall and almost all-white background seems to be almost unreal as you sit back on the bench, eyes low and face the calmest he's seen as you wait for him.

you haven't seemed to have notice him yet, you have bad senses after-all. he takes this opportunity to just stand there and watch you, wondering if you'll do anything weird or unusual. but you don't, you just sit there, calm, awaiting him. it's not until the breeze picks up and his time of usual arrival has long passed do you start to look around.

much to your surprise, and for some reason, his surprise, do you finally see him standing 15 feet behind you, watching you.

you fluster and babble out obscenities as you connect the dots and realize he's been there all along, watching you. "you watching me this entire time? that's so rude y'know." you pout, arms crossing with feigned annoyance as he takes his place on the bench next to you.

he softly sighs at your whining, "i wanted to see if you would notice. you're not the brightest bulb out there y'know?" he says for-a-matter-of-fact. you proceed to give him the cold shoulder.. for two minutes before you're switching up your attitude and giving him a bright smile, turning your body towards him.

you ask him a question that you've been asking him for the past few days now.

"let's go to the plaza saturday!" you chatter, eyes wide with excitement as you tell him all the "benefits" of him going to the mall with you. "y'know, we can walk around, look at all the stuff, maybe buy some stuff, eat some stuff, and even go see the big christmas tree they put up!" he's quiet after, eyes looking to the side with feigned boredom.

you whine out defeatedly. "c'mon, omi.." the cry of his name has him softening once again. he was going to say yes eventually, just to torture you the way you love to torture him, but with the saying of his once-annoying nickname you chose for him, he gave in, slumping with a sigh.

"gee, fine. i'll go." he said, eyes rolling at your gleeful shouts. he tunes out your excited talks about what the two of you could do at the plaza when he realized that it's getting dark quicker than usual.

you stop talking when he abruptly stands up. "omi? you're leaving already..?" you cry out, eyebrows arching with disappointment. hands patting the snowfall off his coat, he turns to you. he's for some reason quick to soothe you. "we should start getting home, it's already getting dark. i don't want you walking home alone while it's dark."

you blush at his invitation, "you're walking me home..?" his eyebrow arches as he gives you a questioning look. "did i not say i don't want you walking home alone at night? it's dangerous."

"no, you've said enough, let's go!" you say, a hop in your step as you get up and start walking alongside him.

the walk home was unusually quiet yet peaceful. he walked a few steps behind you, whilst you were peacefully unaware, he was paying close attention to any shadow that moved.

at some point, a guy with a large black hood walked past the two of you, thus sparking a large spike of anxiety within sakusa. suddenly, the lazy walk turned into one of haste as his hands became glued to your back, forcing you to practically speed walk.

"kiyoomi! not everyone is an enemy!" you cried out, almost tripping over your own feet after a particular harsh shove when sakusa decided you weren't going fast enough for his liking.

much faster than to your liking, the two of you made it to your home. "better safe than sorry." he said stoically, opening your front gate for you while his eyes were still wandering around for anymore "suspicious" people. you pouted at this lame attempt of walking home together for the first time. "geez, you're such a scaredy cat." you mumbled.

he found himself lightly chuckling at your words. "goodnight, y/n-san," closing your front gate, making sure it was secure and locked, though, he didn't have much faith in it, as it was a simple stake bed latch. you yelled back a farewell goodnight, looking back to look at him as you unlocked your door before giving him a final smile and stepping into your house and closing your front door.

he stood at your gate for a minute before noticing your bedroom light come on, seeing you peek out the window. "what a creep," he hypocritically said to himself before finally walking back the way to his own house, once again passing by the same hooded guy, watching him with cold eyes.

except this time, the hood wasn't on. sakusa's eyes widened with embarrassment as he saw it was a simple, old frail man, almost old looking enough to be someone's great grandma.

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sakusa stayed close to you as the two of you walked around the crowds of people, making sure not to get too close to them for the sake of sakusa's sanity.

it was saturday, and here the two of you were, at the plaza.

sakusa was not big on fashion, but he did make it a point to not be lazy and at least try to look good. but since it was an outing, he made sure to try especially hard to look good. for some reason, he found himself wondering your opinion on some of his clothes as he picked out what to wear.

he sported a black oversized jacket a grey hoodie underneath and black trousers with white shoes. he made sure his curls looked extra tight and bouncy today as well. he also wore the scarf and gloves you made for him

he was relieved when his efforts didn't go unnoticed. "you really outdid yourself today. this is like, my first time seeing you without sweatpants, haha. oh, you smell nice too! did you get a new cologne?" you praised, hand coming to playfully punch at his shoulder.

"no, i wear this cologne, 'like', all the time, you look.. okay today too." he sarcastically said, pausing mid-sentence to eye you with feigned disgust. while you were whining and insulting him back, he took note of your outfit. you were wearing a beige wrap coat and large fluffy pink scar, with cream pants and white boots. he looked away quickly, looking everywhere but you. for some reason you're hard to look at today.

"so do you wanna eat first or-", before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by a call of sakusa's first name. you turned to see who called, eyes landing on the familiar face of sakusa's cousin, the rest being what you could only guess as sakusa's volleyball team.

"we didn't expect to see you here! what a coincidence?!" one of his teammates loudly boasted. before either of you could realize it, his teammates had practically surrounded him, separating the two of you. he could only quiver and shake with embarrassment as one of his worst fears could ever come to be. you stood there off to the side as you watched as they basically kidnapped sakusa and at the same time, pampered him like some baby.

you didn't know if you should laugh or just walk away. you know how it was for a guy and his friends. go big or go home.

you were deciding whether or not to fake an emergency before komori had suddenly called your name, catching the attention of his teammates. suddenly, you were the one who was kidnapped and pampered as you were bombarded with questions and introductions. you swear you even heard one of sakusa's teammates scold him for keeping a "big secret" away from them.

sakusa was about to proclaim his innocence and state it was a simple hang-out, not a date, before he literally almost snapped his neck at one of his unaware teammates calling you cute. that was his breaking point, as he found himself forcing a barrier between you and his teammates, practically condemning them to hell.

suddenly one of his teammates had the bright idea to bring what he probably thought was the best suggestion ever. "since we are now all here, let's hang out!" like unison, they all agreed as one, excluding a regretful komori and sakusa. he turned to you with a frightful face as you even agreed.

his worst nightmare, come true.

the next few hours were spent dreadfully as his you and his teammates practically dragged him alongside random places. arcades, shops, entertainment, food stalls, you name it, if it existed, it was visited.

"hey! let's go into this souvenir shop!" komori yelled, taking interest in a specific aesthetically-pleasing souvenir shop. "but we aren't even, like, foreigners.. we live here-", he said, trying to disagree before he was yet again dragged in.

he felt himself at wit's end. he just wanted this to be a relaxing day, with no distractions nor faults. he wasn't even able to talk with you that much, as this entire fucking time, his teammates were treating you like some damn celebrity. he somberly walked around the souvenir shop, nothing particularly special or eye-catching.

he was walking with a limp in his step before he suddenly nearly bumped into you. all the sudden, he had no limp and he wasn't dying of boredom. "aren't these cute?" you purred, eyes glued to silver keychains of various designs. he took note of the keychains, some of them gold, some of religious designs, some of animals, some mixed with stars and hearts.

he nodded to your question. "yes, they are." the sweet, finally quiet moment between the two of you was suddenly interrupted by a loud, grating voice of the same seemingly still unaware teammate from earlier addressing you by your first name. "hey y/n, what you lookin' at?" he cheerfully said, clearly not having a speck of awareness.

sakusa felt weird for some reason. almost a bit embarrassed. no, thats not it. he can't quite bit his finger on it. "oh, so suddenly you're on a first name basis with y/n-san? she's your senior, and you just met her didn't you?" he snided, almost growling at his blissfully unaware teammate.

his teammate frowned at sakusa's harsh words, "she doesn't have a problem with it. why do you care?" sakusa found himself almost fuming at that, only calming down komori finally stepped in, overhearing their conversation from nearby.

"hey, kiyoomi, y/l/n, we are gonna go back to the arcade, do you wanna come?" he asked, trying to diffuse the situation. thankfully, you declined his invitation, too fixated in the many keychains in front of you. sakusa happily declined, bidding farewell to his teammates.

as he watched them leave, he couldn't help but be so bothered by the whole situation. hand in his pocket, he frowned at the experience. he tuned everything out, only replying to your questions with short responses.

why is this so difficult? why is he even so mad? he can't just be mad at his teammate like that. but he is. but why? it was just small talk between the two of you. but then again, his teammate doesn't know you like that enough to be referring and talking to you like you're a good friend of his or something.

sakusa himself doesn't even refer your first name without honorifics, and he definitely didn't call you by your first name within three hours of meeting you too. his teammate doesn't know the way you have an obsession with keychains. his teammate doesn't know you like knitting. his teammate doesn't know the first 5 things about you like sakusa does, so he needs to stop with being all buddy-buddy with you.

mid-mental rant, he oddly found his hand coming up to his scarf, intertwining his fingers with the ends of the loose yarn. his eyebrows are furrowed intensely with thought as he tried to figure out whats bothering him.

he's distressed as his fingers fumble with the yarn, mind working as he tries to figure out a solution to this new issue of his.

"omi?" you coo out.

he's quick to look up at you, voice alluring and gentle. "omi, aren't these cute?" he takes a second as he regains himself to look at whatever you're cooing over.

two silver keychains. both imprinted of with a weasel, molded of exact shapes to fit together like puzzle pieces when forced together. little stars and hearts surrounding the weasels in question. two silver matching keychains of weasels that seem to be in love, meant for couples.

"omi?" you say once again, awaiting a response from him. he's yet to respond, eyes slightly wide as he realizes he's found the issue. he takes a minute before he's asking you a question that he's been longing to be answered.

"y/n-san," he hesitantly calls out. you finally look at him, acknowledging the odd tone within his voice. you tilt your head at him, plump lips tilted upwards in a pout.

"y/n-sa-.. y/n.. what is love to you?"

your eyes widen at his unexpected question. you stammer and awkwardly giggle at his question, "w-what?" he's quick to remind you of his question, "what is love, to you."

you blink a few times before your eyes soften and you turn back to look at the matching keychains. "to me.. love is when you just.." you mumble. sakusa cranks his head at that, still quite confused at your answer.

you take his obvious confusion to elaborate further. "..w-well, love can be different for many people. for some, y'know, it could be love-at-first-sight, like they just make eye contact with someone and just fall in love with them.." you check to see if he's still confused and listening before you continue on.

"..then there's unrequited love, which is kinda one sided.. theres platonic love, y'know the love you give to your family. compassionate is when you not only feel love, but also sexual desire. there's obviously self-love. there's also love where it's obsessive, which is less about love and more about control-," mid-blabbering sakusa had interrupted you. "but what is love, to you."

ah. you finally took the keychains off their rack, holding the cold silver within your palms, smiling down at them warmly. "to me, love is when you just adore someone so much.. like you wanna be with them all the time, wanna talk to them all the time. you'll try your best for them, even if they try to push you away. you can't help but think of them constantly, you get reminded of them by the tiniest things ever.." you paused for a second, cheeks a twinge of red.

"some call that unconditional love. when you love them no matter what. 'n omi.. y'know.." you took a deep inhale, preparing to face him. "i really don't know, it's a little too early to say.. but.. i really like you.." you confessed, voice growing meek towards the end, finally shifting your whole body towards him.

only, he wasn't where he was standing a literal five minutes ago. no, you looked around the store, occasionally calling out his name, still holding the two matching keychains within your clenched, nervous hands.

he was gone.

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he was glad it was during winter break did he last see you. he wouldn't be able to face you if he had to see you so soon.

he couldn't sleep, it was now the day of new year's eve. he glanced up at the clock. 2:09AM

for the past week or so, he had you on mute, stomach dropping with guilt every time he saw the many unopened messages you sent him, the last one being sent earlier during the evening.

he brushed a hand through his distressed curls, hoping to alleviate his stress. komori and his teammates has also sent him messages as well, many of which along the lines of "hey, what happened? where did you go?" or even "where are you? y/l/n is all alone."

what made him even more stressed was when the very same teammate from saturday had texted sakusa asking for your number. sakusa didn't even respond to that dumb message.

sakusa sat up in his bed, giving up on sleeping. eventually, he'll have to face you, he can't hide from you forever. forehead crinkling at the obnoxious light of his phone, he pressed a hesitant think to your contact, heart regretting immediately when he saw your texts.

6:54PM omi where did u go?

7:00PM u okay? did u leave?

7:11PM i found komori and the others

7:15PM did i make you uncomfortable?

7:15PM im really sorry if i did

7:34PM ur teammate is offering to walk me home

7:36PM komori is walking me home too

7:36PM ur cousin is so nice! ur teammate is rllly funny too haha ヾ(^ ^ゞ

7:50PM just made it home

7:52PM kinda wouldve preferred if it was u who walked me home haha (≖͞_≖̥)

9:03PM goodnight kiyoomi ´･ᴗ･`

he couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows in distaste at the mention of his teammate, although slightly relieved at komori making so you wouldn't be alone with him. you texted him the day after a few more times after before you stopped texting all together.

the last text you sent this evening was you wishing sakusa a happy new year with a bunch of happy emojis. his felt swelled with what he now knows what he's been feeling these couple months of knowing you. the tender fondness he has for you has him chewing on his lip with anxiety.

before he could stop himself, his fingers began to tap against the screen.

2:20AM y/n let's talk.

with a regretful sigh, he lowered his elbow over his eyes in shame. he relaxed his body, heart steady. only, his heart once calm started to beat intensely once he saw the familiar light up of his phone.

2:22AM let's meet at the park for new years?

this is the longest fic ive ever written and it's only half of it i dont expect it to get a whole lot attention cuz its quite shit my phone is lagging as i write this im splitting it into two parts because my phone cant handle this PLEAE leave a like and repost 😭 prt 2.

[swanmaids]

The girl on the bedroll is small, and silent as she sleeps, and her life has just been torn apart down the middle. Or, more accurately, it has been torn once more, having never been quite whole since the Trees died. Glorfindel looks down at her tiny sleeping form, bundled in so many furs, and winces. 

“Will you take her?” Aredhel, currently stationed to watch over the child, asks him, “I’m not really any good with children. And I want to go to my brother.”

A selfish part of Glorfindel wants to blurt out that he is no good with children either. In Aman, he was the youngest of his family, the longed-for boy after four sisters, and doted upon. He had been, in a sense, an eternal child - when he had followed Ecthelion onto the Ice, he had not known anything about anything. But the Ice is a severe and unforgiving teacher. Now, he can butcher a seal, strip a corpse for anything worth the taking, and rally his friends to press on through the snow. Surely he can learn to care for a sleeping seven year old girl. 

“I’ll take her,” he says, and Aredhel ducks out of the tent almost instantly, towards the anguished wails of her brother across the camp.

He can hardly blame her for it. Glorfindel did not see Turgon’s wife and daughter fall, but he has seen others lose spouses and beloveds to the snarling jaws of the Ice, and it is always a horror. Sometimes, the partner left behind will simply stop walking and refuse to start again. He suspects Idril is being kept away from her father while her aunts and uncles struggle to persuade him against doing the same himself. 

It is unsettling, to see one normally so strong and powerful reduced like this. Turgon faces down all manner of sea-beasts, jumps in to mediate when tempers flare hot among the host, wears the grim stance of a leader as easily as a cloak. He does not falter, he does not break. But now he does. 

Moments later, Idril’s snowdrift-pale eyes snap open. 

Glorfindel flounders. He should not have let Aredhel leave - he does not know what to say to this tiny child.

But Idril, upon waking, simply pushes herself up onto her elbows, and clutches something to her chest, muttering to it. Perhaps it is a gift granted to children, Glorfindel thinks, the brief forgetting of life’s all-too-real horrors. In any case, he has no intention of reminding her. 

It takes a few minutes for Idril to even notice him. When she does, she holds out the bundle she has been mumbling to. 

“Did you want to play with my doll?”

The thing in her hands can just about be called a doll. It is a cloth poppet made up of spare bits of rag too small for any other purpose, stitched together to resemble a figure with limbs and a head. Turgon and Elenwe have - had - many skills, but sewing was apparently not one of them. The doll is leaking stuffing where it is starting to come apart at the seams. 

Through the mending of clothes and of tents as is necessary on the Ice, Glorfindel has learned that he has some skill with a needle. Perhaps there is one small thing that he can do for this girl, after all. 

“She’s a very pretty doll,” he says, “but she looks as though she’s hurting a bit. Would you allow me to try and heal her? You can watch me the whole time.”

Idril looks a little dubious, but she presses the doll into his hands with all the grace of a queen bestowing a gift upon a loyal vassal. She will make a fine lady someday, he thinks, and soon. Childhood ends swiftly on the Ice. Hers is in its dying throes. He only seeks to make them a little more comfortable. 

Glorfindel digs out Aredhel’s little sewing kit and takes the doll apart as carefully as somebody mending a broken bone, Idril’s gaze on him all the time. He unpicks stitching, redistributes stuffing, closes up tears. When he’s finished, he’s rewarded with a little smile. 

Well, nearly finished. Because - 

“She’s bald,” he realises, causing Idril to giggle shyly, “we ought to give her some hair.”

He takes a small knife from his belt and cuts a lock of his own sunflower-bright hair. He makes tiny, delicate stitches, until the doll has a full head of glossy, golden hair. The same colour as his, the same colour as Idril’s, the same colour as her mother’s - 

But before he can curse himself for his mistake, Idril is holding the doll tight to her chest. “Thank you,” she mumbles into the cloth, tears dampening the fabric.

[rapz-rites]

Demon Spawns Part 2

Damian x Alien!Reader (established relationship)

Part 2 of Demon Spawns

You can’t stop thinking about Mar’i calling you sis. You decide to do something about it

A/N: Sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy this. Now I’m working on Version 2 and some other stuff. After having to write a part 2 V2 is only gonna be 1 part cuz I’m not doing this again

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings:Making out, angst

-sis?

-Sis?

-SIS??

- That’s all that’s been on your mind since your future kids incident

-In the shower

-Grocery shopping

-Work

-School

-Did Mar’I know something about your biological family that you didn’t?

-Maybe she just saw you as a older sister figure

-It made you really think about your bio family

-You absolutely adored you adopted family but you had that unexplainable need to find out about your roots, where you came from

-What better way that with a 23andMe DNA kit

-You bought the family tree version

-You didn’t really care what ethnicities you were probably mixed with

-You waited about a month for the results

-Checking your email on the hour after the sent an email saying they received your saliva

-Now you were at the manor, chilling in the common living room (they have like 7)

-It was you, Damian, Tim, Steph, Duke, and Cass

-Damian laid his head on your lap, while you playing with his hair, staring at the flat screen TV that played some action movie Duke and Steph picked

-That's when your phone vibrated

-It was an email from 23andMe

-You couldn’t believe it

-0 familial matched

-Not even a 6th cousin twice removed

-Nothing

-“I need to go to the bathroom.”

-You walked out of the living room quickly, making your way to Damian’s Room, locking yourself in his bathroom

-You walking to the sink, hands on the edge, looking at yourself through the mirror

-How?

-Was it an error?

-Were YOU an error?

-OMG

-WHAT IF YOU’RE AN AI OR ROBOT?

-WHAT IF…

-Knock knock

-“Beloved, are you ok?”

-It was your boyfriend

-“You’ve been gone for a long time”

-No you haven’t

-Once you and Damian really got comfortable with each other, he started clinging to you

-You couldn’t complain though

-You loved the attention and affection

-It took longer for Damian to open up to you, than you with him

-“I'm fine Dami.”

-You went to unlock the door

-As your hand went towards the door knob, Damian whipped the door open

-Honestly, you weren’t be surprised

-What else would you expect from a clingy ex assassin

-He takes a step closer to you, engulfing you into a hug

-You hug him back, face flushed against his chest

-“What's wrong? Did something happen?”

-He says, stroking your back gently

-You look up at him with teary eyes

-“I might have no family. Like at all.”

-Damian looked slightly confused

-“I took the 23andMe DNA kit for the family tree and I have zero results”

-“Oh habibti. You could’ve just asked me to help you.”

-Face still flushed against his chest, you respond

-“I know… I just thought maybe it was something I had to do on my own, you know.”

-Damian doesn’t respond

-He just continues stroking your back and places a kiss on the top of your head

-“Do you want to try the DNA sequence on the ‘BatComputer’ as you like to call it”

-“Yes please” You mumble in his chest

-You both just stand there, Damian’s arms wrapped around you

-“Can we do it at night when no one’s around. I don’t want them to know”

-“Of course Beloved”

-That night Damian was off from patrol

-Damian was already in the BatCave training

-You descended the stairs, but stopped when you noticed someone

-“Oh. Hey Dick. I thought you all left for patrol”

-“Hey Y/N. No, I took tonight off. Mar’i is having a sleepover with Lian so Kori and I are having a night in.”

-“Oh ok. Good night”

-“Good night”

-With that he walks up the stairs and leaves

-Damian was now sitting in the BatChair waiting for you

-You quickly walked to him, standing close to the chai

-“I already started the sequence on the ‘BatTablet’. It won’t be too long until we get the results”

-“So it runs my DNA against…?”

-“Every DNA system in the world. Police, hospitals and online DNA testing databases. I even included the Leagues.”

-You go to hug him

-Placing yourself on his lap, his hand immediately goes to your waist securing you on him lap

-You reach for his face, placing a hand gently on each cheek

-“You’re amazing and I love you”

-Damian leans closer to you, nose brushing against yours

-“Show me how much”

-You grin, close the gap between the two of you

-Damian slides the chair back as you move to straddle him, your arms wrapping around his neck

-Damian’s hand goes to the small of your back and the other at the top of your neck, bringing you as close as possible

-You open your mouth to try and take a breath

-Damian takes this as an opportunity to deepen the kiss with his tongue

- You moaned into the kiss, feeling Damian underneath you

-You both continue making out until you hear a ding

-You immediately tried to hop off Damian

-Key word tried

-He groaned as you broke the kiss

-‘Damn I should’ve turned off the notification ringer’ he thought

-“Damian I need to see the results”

-You twisted your body, still straddling Damian, trying to reach the BatTablet next the the keyboard, but Damian hugged you tightly

-You turned to face him and places a hand on each of his cheeks

-“Dami, I really need to see those results. I promise we can continue this later”

-He looked at and raised his eyebrows, holding out his pinkie finger to you

-“Pinkie promise”

-You taught Damian the concept of pinkie promises just before you starting dating

-Naturally, he thought that they were silly and childish

-But now, to him, they’re blood oaths

-“Pinkie promise”

-As soon as he let go of you you rushed to the BatTablet

-When you opened the results your face contorted into one of confusion and shock

-Damian just watched you from the BatChair, eyebrows now furrowed

-You kept scrolling

-Then you stopped

-Your mouth fell into a frown and tears welled in your eyes

-Damian took this as his sign to come up to you

-You handed him the BatTablet and ascended the stairs to the manor

-Damian quickly scummed the results as he tried to follow you

-Once he reached the foyer he saw you putting of you jacket and grabbing your keys

-“Where are you going?”

-“To get answers”

-Damian didn’t hesitate as he put on his jacket and grabbed your keys from your hands

-“I’m driving”

-The car ride was quiet

-Once Damian parked the car you both just sat there in silence

-Damian really wished he could read your mind at that moment

-To know what you were thing, what you were feeling

-He hated see you like this

-“What are you go-”

-Before we could finish you get out the car, strutting into the apartment complex

-Damian rushed out of the car to follow you

-Damian finally caught up to you

-You were standing in front of the apartment door

-You didn’t know how to feel

-You started banging on door with both fists

-You wanted to make sure that they heard you

-Suddenly the door was whipped open

-“Oh my gosh! What are you do-”

-Ignoring him, you push past him to see her come into the living room

-Looking confused, he turns to Damian

-Damian hands him the BatTablet

-She walks in from one of the bed room

-“Hey? What’s going on?”

-She clutched her robe, attempting to cover herself up more

-“How long have you known?”

-“What? What are you talking about?”

-She knew exactly what you were talking about

-She didn’t want to admit it, she couldn’t

-You turned and grabber the BatTablet from him, and force her to look at it

-She slowly takes it from your hand looking down at it

-“I didn’t want you to find out this way. I swear”

-“Oh really? Or did you not want me to find out at all?”

-She stayed silent

-You turned to him

-“Did you know too Dick?”

-He was silent too, guilty look in his eyes

-That’s all you needed to know

-You finally started to let the tears fall

-“I trusted you. I opened up to you. I told you how I felt abandoned by my birth parents and how I thought I wasn’t good enough for them. How if I was better maybe they wouldn’t have given me away. But all this time, you were right here. In the same state.”

-“N/N it’s not like that.”

-You couldn’t take it anymore

-She kept this huge secret from me

-“Don’t call me that. You’re my mother Kori.”

-You weren’t even mad, just sad

-Sad that she’s known for 3 years and didn’t say anything

-Sad that she never told you

-Sad that even when she knew, she never wanted to be your mother

-You didn’t understand one thing though

-“Why didn’t you tell me”

-You said in a hushed tone

-“I was. When I was able to confirm that you were really my daughter I was going to tell you. But then I saw you with your adoptive parents, and you looked so happy. I didn’t want to ruin that”

-She wasn’t entirely wrong, but it wasn’t enough for you

-“What kind of excuse is that? You thought I would be better off not knowing who my biological mother is. I even told you that I wanted to know, that I’ve tried doing research to find her”

-She was still silent

-“You sent your daughter away just to have another one”

-That broken Kor’i’s heart even more

-At this point both you and Kor’i were in tears

-You wiped your eyes trying to pull yourself together

-“I can’t do this. Let’s go Damian”

-Damian follows you as you storm out, leaving Kor’i broken and Dick to try and pick up the pieces

-After that night, you a would avoid Dick and Kor’i as much as possible

-It got so bad that you didn’t go to the manor for 3 weeks

-Much to your dismay, you were forced to see her, be in the same room as her

-Everyone sensed the tension between the two of you

-Mostly… ALL coming from you

-You were so furious with her

-Everyone was silent, waiting for the meeting to start

-That silence lasted until not other than Wally West spoke up

-”So I did the math…”

-You already knew what was coming

-You did the math too

-”Star, you had a baby at 15?”

-Sigh

-Of course

-”Tamaranean customs and way of life are different on earth than there. And time is different in space, Wallace.”

-You tuned everyone out as you looked out the window of the WatchTower

-You were situated far enough to hear everything,but far enough to be alone with your thoughts

-You were thinking about everything and nothing

-After you found out about Kor’i you felt so numb

-Could you do the same thing she did?

-Even though you knew your future kids for less than 12 hours, part of you broke when you had to see them go

-Did she feel the same way when she has to let you go?

-It must’ve

-It had to

-She had to

-You were started by a hand on your shoulder

-“You should talk to her”

-You knew he knew what you were thinking about

-“You don't want to?”

-It’s not that you didn’t want to, you couldn’t

-“Exactly”

-He turned you to look at him

-He just looked at you

-Giving you the look you can so easily recognize

-‘You know what you have to do’

-Damn him

-You sighed, dropping your shoulders

-You dropped your head into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist

-He just hugged you back

-After a few moments you released him

-“I have to talk to Kent about something”

-You nodded at he walked away, making his way towards Jon

-You turned your head to look out the WatchTower, crossing your arms

-You just had to ask her if it hurt and that’s it

-Right?

-Walked toward Kori, grabbing her wrist, pulling her into an empty room

-“Did it hurt?”

-“I’m sorry what?”

-“Did it hurt, when you have to send me away?”

-Kor’i sighed

-“Of course it did. It hurt more than being experimented on”

-You were satisfied with that answer, but it you didn’t let it show

-“Well then… ”

-You shifted your weight on your heels

-“I’m willing to possibly have a relationship with you”

-She smiled and hugged you tightly

-She released you after a few seconds hands on your arms

-“This makes me the most happy”

-You nod with a small smile

-“Let’s return to the others”

-Once to two of you joined the others, the meeting was just starting

-Bat man spoke first

-“We are about to face a possible new threat”

-A cryptic message appears on the board

-“We’ve ran it through every language on our database and zero result”

-Studying to message further you realized it’s not alien language

-“It’s code”

-Batman turned to you as you spoke

-“It’s a code I made when I was like 10. But I haven’t used it since I was like 15/16”

-Wally sped to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulder

-“You’re an alien princess with your own secret language”

-He chuckles

-“What else don’t we know about you, N/N. What-”

-Before he could finish Damian pulls him off you by his collar

-“Get your leprechaun in check Grayson before I do it myself”

-Oh when he threatens people for you 😍

-Wally releases himself from Damian’s hold

-“Who are you calling leprechaun, midget”

-“I’m taller than you West”

-You and Artemis shared of look

-If y’all didn’t stop this disagreement now, someone, Wally, would get hurt

-A bright orange light flashed in the center of the conference room

-Everyone immediately prepared to attack

-You didn’t

-The light felt warm, familiar

-“WAIT! Don’t do anything” you yelled

-Once the light disappeared, a guy was there

-He looked about 18 or 19

-His skin matched yours and his hair was like Damian’s

-He had the most beautiful shade of green eyes like Damian’s but the warmth of yours

-You go to hug him

-“Hi Sunny”

-He smiles as he hugs you back

-“Hi Mom. Did you get my message”

-OOOHHH

-Of course

-“Yes. You almost gave your grandfather a heart attack”

-Clark giggled

-Sunny turned to look at his father

-“Hi Dad”

-Damian just nodded, not knowing what to say

-Sunny smiled

-He knew his father might’ve acted like this

-Your son from the future just appeared

-How is Damian the one internally freaking out while you’re so calm?

-“What’s going on? Why are you here?”

-Sunny turned to look at you

-“We need your help mom”

-Sunny looked serious

-Oh no

OMG THIS TOOK FOREVER. But that's my fault hehe Plz let me know how you feel about this. I appreciate ANY type of criticism. I NEED IT TO GET BETTER.

I lowkey forgot about this lolz but I got it done

[rainedworldrascals]

Rained World Rascals - About the Slugcats

So, I figured since I've seen one or two AU's do this by now, I should toss my hat in the ring and show off what I've got. I've got a little bit of time to kill before I sleep, so I'm gonna write about my beloved little alternate-universe slugcats here.

ALL INFO UNDER THE CUT

(All slugcats use they/any)

SURVIVOR

Age upon arrival: 19 moons

Known as "Viv" only to their closest friends, Survivor is a painfully average slugcat, even average to ENOT. And NOBODY is average to ENOT. Assertive and opinionated, even when they don't intend to be, Survivor is nothing short of a very natural slugcat. Even in their own biological family, they're the most average one. Despite their brutal honesty, Survivor still strives to protect those who are close to them, especially their younger sibling Monk, and their auncle/guardian, a 67 moon-old Gourmand.

Living in a grand tree in Outer Expanse, Survivor grew up with a grand and expansive family. After a tragic incident deep in the expanse led to young Survivor and Monk being orphaned, old Gourmand took them in as their own. Despite having everything they needed, Survivor still felt it a major responsibility to be there for their younger sibling, even when the going got rough for everyone. In a twist of fate involving an attempt to conquer their fear of heights, Survivor plummeted into a pipe which led to an unknown area beyond the retaining wall, after which they ran into Hunter.

MONK

Age upon arrival: 13 moons

As the youngest of the bunch, Monk is a youthful and spritely spirit who savors the world around them. Against all odds, Monk always finds a way to appreciate the world around them, be it a Squidcada or a Red Lizard. They're so intensely appreciative of the world around them that it's not uncommon for them to have made a new wildlife friend when they're out and about. Despite them being a friendly and social person normally, however, they tend to bottle up their emotions to an unhealthy degree, becoming cold and even volatile when provoked about emotionally difficult subjects. They take it upon themselves to never show emotions and be strong, just like their older sibling was when they were younger. They show a great resolve and work as hard as they can every day to contribute to their group.

Monk had to cope with the loss of their parents at a much younger age than Survivor, which led to them walking in their stride of not showing much emotion in difficult moments. Monk's version of this was pushing away those who cared about them and seeking quiet, lonely places to not be seen crying. Regardless, they still grew up moderately happy with love and support from Gourmand. The real damage came when they thought they had lost their sibling to the massive gaping hole that was the pipe. Late at night, after overhearing a conversation between the colony elders including Gourmand about potentially surviving a fall into the pipe, Monk raced out on their own and jumped in after their sibling. They sustained a black eye, but they survived and ran into a strange, younger version of Gourmand in the Outskirts.

HUNTER

Age upon arrival: 27 moons

Hunter is a lively, spritely person, always looking to have fun and enjoy life. They're also a greatly skilled and acclaimed fighter, always discovering new and creative ways to deal with opponents. Out of the whole gang, they are the most childish, petty, and hot-headed. They're prone to angry outbursts, but they're rarely ever actually fueled by anger--more so by passion than anything. Their humor is rarely mean-spirited, though it can reach a paramount of genuinely dubious intent. It's never malicious though, and is certainly a facade for a deeper, darker existential dread that they refuse to put upon anyone else, lest they try to help...

Hunter seldom talks about their past, but they do volunteer the fact that they were one of the few in the group raised, partially or wholly, by an Iterator. Given NSH's temperament, however, "raised" is a generous term. "Crashed with" is more appropriate. While NSH did indeed raise Hunter, they treated them less like one of their own progeny and more like a roommate. But in the end, NSH was still there for them, even in their darkest moments. But still, nothing could save them from what was yet to come. When time was finally reaching its end, Hunter decided to use what little power they had to commit a noble act. At least, that's how it was supposed to go...

GOURMAND

Age upon arrival: 34 moons

Gourmand is a champion of relaxation. Tied tighter to the material plane than any other member of the group, Gourmand takes great pleasure in finding new ways to enjoy their existence. Whether it be a new food or a new sunbeam to lie in, they always find ways to indulge in the new whilst also appreciating the old, and they take even greater pleasure in sharing these experiences with anyone willing to engage in them. They rarely ever raise their voice or get angry, only getting sad or disappointed. They are still honor-bound to defending those they care about, and have the ability to do so. They are not as skilled of a fighter as the other two leaders of the pack, but they still earn their mainstay as a strong and unyielding defender of the group.

Gourmand's past is possibly the most normal one out of everyone in the pack. When they were younger, they were an explorer, searching out places beyond their own expanse to widen their worldview. They found themselves mostly alone for their whole life, helping guide the occasional slugpup to a safe and bountiful location for them to sustain themselves. But just when they were headed home, thinking they had seen everything there is to see in this world, one strange step in Outskirts had them waking up in Shaded Citadel. Continuing mostly unfazed back in the direction they were headed, they eventually ran into another slugpup--a small, yellow one. But unexpectedly, this one seemed to know their name.

ARTIFICER

Age upon arrival: 38 moons

On the other far end of the age spectrum, Artificer is a much more jaded, violence-oriented, earthbound spirit. They're abrasive, rash, quick to annoyance and anger, and truly assert their dominance as a leader of the pack. To say a soft center lies at their heart would be a cruel lie--their soft center is guarded by numerous layers of rock-hard trauma and moons of horrors. Despite all of this, it's still not wrong to say there is one. It's just that... well, it's easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle. And much like a camel passing through the eye of a needle, you need to play your cards right. Someone succeeded, after all. Their outward attitude may be cold and quiet at best, but their desire to keep what is sacred to them safe is unmatched. They will go to great lengths to protect those they consider to be important to them, using their strange combustion-controlling powers to assure that no foe lays a finger on whatever they hold dear.

Artificer is highly cagey about their past. It's all so traumatic to them that they'd rather not remember a second of their life from moon ages 20 to 31. But the evidence they left behind is still there--a new despotic ruler of the scavengers on top of the superstructure without a drop of royal blood in them, a building missing from the metropolis, the strangely large shelter hidden in Outskirts with evidence of numerous slugcats having lived there once, the occasional mutter of their "apprentices" that they always seem to emphasize in such a way that indicates they caught themselves from saying something else, their "ex"... it all fits together, like pieces of a puzzle piece. But lest their redemption in a moral sense be of any concern to you, they'd do everything they could to keep you from finding out.

RIVULET

Age upon arrival: 25 moons

Rivulet is a strange character, simply put. They're dormant for most of the day, sleeping for longer periods of time than anyone else. But when they're awake, their agility and speed are second to absolutely none. Their speed is comically fast, and they can stay underwater for longer than anyone else. They're also highly intelligent, knowing how to work with Ancient-level technology and how to fix Iterators, a talent that landed them the role of pack nurse. Despite living life in the fast lane, they still appreciate the moments when they get to relax and be immature for once. Monk is a good friend to them and enjoys getting to play games and small sports with them. Their inner child truly gets to shine through, and to them it's a much needed break from the constant maturity life demands from them.

Rivulet comes from far, far away, descended from lands still yet to be discovered to most lifeforms on Five Pebbles' side of the world. Their upbringing was natural, with their bodily modifications appearing over hundreds of thousands of moons of evolution. When they came across the Retaining Wall, the rains were harsh and frequent, which led to their slumberful sleeping schedule. With their experience, aiding the surrounding Iterators was no difficult task, with their abnormally high capacity for speed and their gathered intelligence from their experiences across the world. The hardest part was what happened afterward, as they travelled into Outskirts and took one wrong step...

SPEARMASTER

Age upon arrival: 29 moons

Spearmaster, the self-proclaimed master of spears, is... a genetic nightmare, to say the least. Without a mouth, their speech is muffled and they often have to resort to slugsign to make their voice truly heard. Fortunately, Artificer knows pre-collapse era slugsign the best, and can account for this difficulty. While the objectively disgusting ability to excrete bone-like spears out of their tail is an interesting hallmark of their character, they make up for this weird factor of themselves by being an all around pleasant person to be around. They're a good listener, and they make sure that everyone gets what they need. They offer support when anyone needs it, and they make sure that not a soul goes unhealed, alongside their compatriot Rivulet. They're also insanely physically strong despite their gangly stature, using the incredible autonomy over their body to enter hysterical strength mode at will. These valuable qualities enable them to be the third leader of the pack.

A dutiful soldier, Spearmaster was the seventh in a line of genetically-weaponized slugcats who functioned as expert messengers. In a time where communication was severely limited due to a certain Iterator's desperation, Spearmaster helped deliver a message to the culprit, earning a now barely-visible scar on their chest, thanks to their abnormally quick healing ability. Even though the mission didn't go as planned, they still chose to see it through to the end, determined to be the messenger they were always meant to be. However, as they completed their mission and were on their way home, they found themself in a place they didn't quite recognize. It was certainly somewhere they had been before, but everything looked... different. After a run in with a strange, angry maroon slugcat, they looked off in the direction of their former mission goal only to see that there was one less Iterator than usual.

SAINT

Age upon arrival: 22 moons, but... it's complicated.

One of the most enigmatic slugcats of all, Saint is an omen of cycles and moons yet to come. Their speech is often very verbose and elongated, asserting themselves as a rather intelligent slugcat, maybe more so than even Rivulet. They seldom show emotion, and are barely ever seen opening their eyes, only doing so when using one or more of their wide array of powers. The only special powers they have consistent access to are flight, ascension, and teleportation. The powers which remain outside of their control, though, are plentiful, and include but are not limited to powers such as telekinesis, time control, gravity control, and karma manipulation. The names of the regions they use are strange and don't make sense to any of the other slugcats, expressing great shock that "Silent Construct" doesn't seem to exist as they know it.

Saint's past is one shrouded in mystery, but it's no greater mystery to anyone but Saint themself. They can't recall ever being a pup, nor anything about their life since the loop began. They do, however, recognize every other slugcat from images recorded by an old blue robot's overseers. They especially liked the white one and the dark one covered with blue and orange spots. However, after being trapped in the loop for so long that they not only went completely insane, but then became sane again after becoming bored of being insane, they were hoping, praying, wishing that something, anything would be different on one of their loops. It was not a great prospect, but it was the only thing they had left in their life anymore. They were a broken, mentally-scarred, omniscient anomaly who was unable to die. The least they could've hoped for was a change. And to their credit, after billions of loops, leaving them mentally millions of moons older than any other living thing, a fateful trip through Suburban Drifts would leave them waking up in the warm, wet lands of Sky Islands. Out of all the slugcats who "arrived," Saint was the only one to react to the world around them with tears of joy. Something was finally different. Something was new around them. Something was unfamiliar. And just like that, they had a reason to live again.

ENOT I. SOFANTHIEL

Age upon arrival: 21 moons

In a pack full of anomalies, ENOT is weirder than the others by miles. Covered with brightly-colored spots and donning a pair of thick eyelashes, ENOT is a peculiar-appearing slugcat. But the strangeness doesn't end there. ENOT suffers from hallucinations due to a chemical in their blood acting as a hallucinogen, which presumably was given to them as a defense mechanism against predators. But when they're not being attacked, they're forced to wade through landscapes of nacho cheese and rainbow pipes, while having to take refuge in a shelter full of demons and monsters, the most terrifying of which being a pup-shaped and pup-sized black mass with a red face. Fortunately, this little nightmare's older sibling Survivor is far more attractive. ENOT has a tendency to be consistently flirtatious with their colleagues, vainly hoping to form romantic connections. They don't seem to be aware they're doing it, however, and are even more effective as a romantic being when they're simply being genuine. It is very odd that they seem to be unaware that they're flirting, though. Very weird. What's even weirder is that the period they come from on the timeline is completely unplaceable, whether that be due to their unreliable testimonies on account of their hallucinations, or something else...

????

Nothing makes sense.

NIGHT

Who is "Night?" Why, nothing more than a slugpup's cautionary tale. Right? Surely, the story of a rogue, zombified slugcat who sits outside of the cycle and steals any slugcats' arms for the karma symbols stuck on them in a vain attempt to re-enter the cycle is nothing more than a tall tale written to scare young slugpups into sticking with the pack and going to sleep on time, right? Yeah. That's all it is. Nothing more than a tall tale. Nothing more than a spooky campfire story. Nothing more, nothing less.

Of course, that doesn't stop anyone from being afraid. Some even say that in the dark of the night or the rain-filled clouds, they can spot something moving. Nothing like a lizard, or a lost scavenger. Nothing like anything they've ever seen before. A pair of eyes, maybe a glint of teeth or two. Nothing confirmed, but it's troubling to say the least. Still, nothing but a rumor, right?

...hey, anyone else see that?

[gaymurdersalad]

[ Hello everypony! Don’t mind the ritual robes. Dress for the job you want, ya know? And all I want to do is serve our lord and savior Godred!

I thought as a fun little thing to do in between sacrifices, I would give out some headcanons— well. These are my guys, are they headcanons? Not really. Uhm, facts, I guess— on how they do their holidays! Take ‘em or leave em, you’ll soon find I love rambling about the guys. You might regret this.

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Peter and Caroline used to do the whole Catholicism thing, so they definitely did celebrate a good Christmas! However after the whole “disappearing for several years and coming back with a phone for a head” thing that Peter did, all faith in God was lost, but they still like to give eachother presents. The star on top of the tree is a grim reminder of a lordless plane. Except for the almighty Godred, mind you!

Steven sits alone in his restaurant with vague feelings of something or other. The establishment doesn’t even close— because why would it, it’s a Fazbender’s— so he has plenty of time to sit in an empty restaurant and think about nothing. Peter has invited him to Christmas but quoteth Steven, “That sounds great and all, but I’ve actually got my own plans.” Of which are trying to remember what the fuck a “Christmas” is and why it has any value to people other than market value. If it piques your interest at all, him and his boyfriend semi-celebrated but not really, as Steven was raised Christian {LONG since abandoned} and his boyfriend was Muslim. That’s all gone now, though, unbeknownst to the phone-man in question.

Dee spends time with the souls in the Flipside. She enjoys it very much, despite the grimness of it all. Even though she would much rather being alive and spending time with her family, she knows she has responsibilities.

Henry works. On stuff. He’s just sitting in his office right now, I could totally waltz in there and sacrifice him to Godred. Just pick that bastard up and get goin’. Oh, he’d be kicking and screaming, but he’s a midget with small hands and can’t do nothin’ against an ethereal phone creature with a complete and utter devotion to almighty Godred... Maybe after this.

Oscar doesn’t celebrate Christmas, and actually hates it. Finds every bit of Christmas decor annoying to his astigmatism and just grating anyways. Oh, fucking shit, the jingle bells never stop. Everything is annoying. He cannot enter his beloved coffee shop— Fazbucks; it’s like Starbucks but they don’t donate to stupid bullshit! The CEOs just spend the money on bribing health inspectors throughout Fazbender chains! What? No, no, they still pay their workers in faztokens— without being utterly assaulted by MIRIAH. Even if Christmas wasn’t annoying, he wouldn’t celebrate it anyways, because he’s Jewish. So is his family! Where the hell is his family? Where does— Where the hell does Oscar live, does he have a house? I- I’m realizing I didn’t get to know him that much, I think he just… Showed up here. You- Uhh, you get the point.

Dave has a ritual and has been performing this ritual for three years straight. First, he wakes up in the dumpster of the week, gets dressed, and climbs out of that disgusting sucker. Normal morning routine ensues, Y’know, he takes a couple random pills for the hangover and pops a thing of LSD if he’s feelin’ chipper, shaves with a switchblade he usually finds in the Fazbender Ballpits, and sets out onto the world. Since it is a special day— not in accordance to any religion, but to his own fucked up morals and values— he breaks into a liquor store and takes what he pleases! All assortments of liquors and cigarettes, and he stuffs them all into a duffel he usually manages to scavenge for beforehand. Once he’s a proper Santa Claus with a bag of stolen substances slung over his shoulder, he jacks a piece of shit car— he figures he’s doin’ them a favor, ‘cause who would want to own this shit box anyway?— and drives 90 to the Old Sport residence. Once he arrives, parking his car in the yard and fucking up the grass with those giant fucking tire tracks, Jesus Christ, Sportsy’s gonna have to fix that, he stomps up to the door with the duffel and knocks fifteen times with the palm of his giant fucking hand. If Sportsy don’t answer, more knocking ensues, probably followed by several obscenities and slurs. Eventually, Old Sport opens the door, and before the stout fucker can beat him with the baseball bat he stole from a bar in Las Vegas, Dave slips in and throws the bag down on the floor. Sportsy, after experiencing this for the past couple years, holds his head in his hands and groans. Loudly. Dave wraps Old Sport in this big hug, pickin’ him up off the ground all while Sportsy frowns in discontent. They spend the rest of the evening sitting on the couch boozing and watching shitty Christmas specials, and Dave crashes on Sportsy’s couch at 8 PM.

Until the arrival of Dave, Jack sits in bed. Don’t even bother to put on makeup. In the back of his head he kind of knows that the wretched purple beast will show up at his house, but he maintains a little hope that he won’t. He always does. He supposes it’s nice to have a day where Dave isn’t spending a day with him solely to recruit him into the whole kid-killing business again, but… Man, when the liquor hits, he realizes just how sad it is that his only consistent friend is a child murderer. Fuck. Once Dave crashes, Jack is usually stuck underneath him as some sort of pillow, and at this point, he’s so burnt out and sad and happy and bitter that he just lays there. Watching those shitty Christmas movies. He’s going to wake up with the worst headache tomorrow.

Legacy does not do anything special and David stopped trying to a while ago. Business carries on as usual. Maybe David would like to go out and do something or have Legacy sit still for one measly second so he could give him some kind of gift, but knowing the Orange Bastard, he’d likely reject it or throw it out. Maybe spending time with Legacy is a gift in of itself, David thinks, incorrectly.

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Was that everyone? There are so many of the guys! Good lord, half of them are maniacs too. I couldn’t be prouder!

Well, I’ve got some sacrificin’ to do! Goodbye! Remember: Godred Loves You! ]

~ Mod Chribs

[luluwquidprocrow]

sometimes a family is three orphans, their adopted daughter, one not-so-sad writer, and two triplets

frank, beatrice the second, the baudelaires, lemony, ernest, implied ernest/lemony

gen

3,598 words

In the grand tradition of all parents, the extended baudelaire family find themselves trying to pull a fast one. 

for @asouefanworkevent's woevember day 4, the hotel denouement! some rambling headcanon nonsense half-fic about post-canon family that i had great fun doing. my favorite thing in the whole world is post-canon babybea interacting with her absurd enormous family. i love them all so much.

okay. so bear with me here 

so i think most parents/guardians are at one point or another faced with Pulling The Ultimate Fast One on their children. this is related to Your Beloved Pet Died But We’re Telling You We Sent Them To Live On The Farm, but this version, in particular, is infinitely easier and harder. this one is The Switch. The Replacement. The Double. when the intrepid parent or guardian, under the cover of night, goes to the pet store to purchase The Exact Same Animal because the first animal had an untimely death. i will admit, this is the easiest with like, a goldfish, or something else small where you can usually get one that looks very similar. 

now, for babybea, it’s a pumpkin. 

so babybea (who is twelve at the time this story takes place), at the very end of september, carves a pumpkin, and she goes in with a VISION. she spends a couple hours on this pumpkin, carving an owl. It’s not, yknow, a realistic owl, but she adds a lot of tiny details, lots of lines for the feathers, and she carves a little mouse on the side too, and even gets the side of a tree in there, and the pumpkin carving kit the baudelaires purchased that year came with these little stick lights, to put in the owl eyes after carving, so it has orange eyes!! this is!!!! The neatest thing babybea has ever seen, and she is so thrilled with the results and very proud of this pumpkin. (for the record – violet carves a few pumpkins into a starry night with a moon, klaus carves monstera leaves, and. let’s be real. sunny bites a series of turnips into jack-o-lanterns.) (and then she stabs a couple white pumpkins into bigger jack-o-lanterns, for variety. all of them get different expressions!

sunny, arranging her carved vegetation on the baudelaire porch in order of emotion: perfect.) (no, i don’t know what order of emotion means. But sunny does.)

Then they all pile into violet’s car – pumpkin included!! – and drive almost an hour out of the city to the bildungsroman bed and breakfast. (frank and ernest decided, at this point in their lives, if they were going to commit to anything, it may as well be The Bit.) (it has a local reputation as a place with solid wifi, stellar bread, and great mattresses. The owners are considered minorly eccentric, mostly for the portrait they have in the lobby, of, just one of them. 

some impassioned yelp review: okay so the stay was great big recommend PLEASE try the bread but i cannot figure out the story behind the portrait in the lobby????? it's just one one of the owners?????? but I don't understand why bc they're twins and it's just ONE of them?????? and he's wearing this frog-patterned tie in the painting and when you see them like in person. neither of them wear the tie. what's the deal here 

the locals are sure it's not an ego thing, bc the owners don't seem to be self-centered or anything like that. In fact, if asked about the painting, both of them will say, “oh, that's a painting of my brother.” 

an additional yelp comment: I think. there's THREE of them  a third yelp comment: don't be silly, they're definitely twins.) 

frank and ernest have a very elaborate series of outdoor autumn decorations, with lots of pumpkins and mini gourds and hay bales over the front steps and corn stalks on all the porch posts, and babybea wants to not only show her uncles her hard work, but also put the pumpkin on their steps where everyone can see it!! 

(her uncles also include lemony, of course – I think he did live with the baudelaires for some time after reuniting babybea with them, but has recently moved into ernest's side of the private apartment at the back of the hotel. this was mildly distressing to babybea, who likes everyone she loves under the same roof, but she can't deny that lemony is very happy. and so is ernest. and now she can see all her uncles in the same place whenever she wants!! so the baudelaires tend to spend weekends at the bed and breakfast, because they also miss lemony. and they get to know frank and ernest better, which is very important to them, as people who are important to babybea, and to lemony, and, to the baudelaire's past.) (not to like, detract from the sentiment here, but i do need everyone to know that i imagine ernest spends like, 80% of his working hours just making out with lemony.) (okay maybe not 80%. ernest does legitimately get work done, it’s his hotel too. ………but like, a lot of time.) 

AND SO. the baudelaires arrive at the bed and breakfast, and frank and ernest and lemony are very proud of their niece's pumpkin. they take a lot of pictures. (re: my previous post-canon thoughts, frank has actually acquired a phone now, and does text. it is a flip phone.) babybea places it, very gently, on the third front step, and is so pleased. sunny steals two mini gourds while looking ernest dead in the eye. ernest approves. 

But october turns out to be unseasonably warm, and babybea’s pumpkin, while lovingly carved but now lacking the support an uncarved pumpkin has to keep itself A Pumpkin, does not take kindly to the weather, and babybea actually becomes very distressed at the smallest signs of rot beginning to form in her pumpkin, when it is only the second week of october. She doesn’t TELL anybody, because there’s not really much you can do about a pumpkin doing what a pumpkin does in warm weather, but she’s very upset. (almost uncharacteristically so. usually she’d say, oh, well that’s how it happens, and rather pleasantly move on, but lately, she’s been kind of. quieter than usual.) And frank, who spends a great deal of time at the front desk, closest to the pumpkins, becomes Concerned. 

now, in general, babybea’s family is like, pretty good at being realistic with her. She is of course an optimist, but still Aware of a great deal of the ways of the world, given her family, her upbringing, lemony’s books, her own adventures, everything. You can’t really shield this twelve year old from the ways of the world, even if that way of the world is, a rotting vegetable. All things have their time, and it cannot be stopped. Including seasons, and in-season foods. 

However. She put SO MUCH WORK into that pumpkin, and as the week goes by and the pumpkin starts to shrink in on itself, turning all of babybea’s work black from the inside out, those charming little glowstick eyes CAVING IN, and the baudelaire’s weekly weekend visit grows closer and closer, frank has been imagining her devastated reaction when she sees the pumpkin, and decides, He Must Pull The Fast One. he will re-carve the pumpkin, exactly as babybea carved it, replace the pumpkin, and no one will be the wiser. They get a little more time with the pumpkin, presumably at least until halloween, and his niece gets to see her beautiful handiwork as much as she likes. Maybe, you know, there is a little magic in the world after all, to make a pumpkin look so nice. 

(also, i think frank has. A shaky relationship with babybea, from his end. She loves him, as much as she loves everyone else in her family, and babybea herself would NEVER rank her uncles in order of how well she knows or admires them, but i, lulu vandelay, putting this together, have no qualms in saying she knows lemony the best, bc she has spent the most time with him, between trying to find him and both of them trying to find the baudelaires and all of them having lived together, and she’s rather deeply attached to him – ernest is very personable, and funny, so he’s easy to get along with – and she and frank both like tiny detail work, so they have things in common, but frank always seems very awkward around her. And he is. It’s bc he’s very nervous around her. Frank doesn’t think he’s good with kids. And he is usually acutely aware that in an ideal world, he isn’t the one she’d be spending her time with, that dewey would be so much better at all of this than he is. A better parent, a better brother, a better everything. Because dewey always was, to frank. but, dewey would probably want frank to do as much as he could for her, and would believe him absolutely capable of doing it, without a doubt. So he wants to be a proper uncle to her and THIS is his opportunity, he thinks. He so desperately wants to do something kind and considerate and important for her, like family is supposed to do for each other.) 

the thing about pumpkins, though, is that, for some reason, mid-october, THEY ALL DISAPPEAR. I’m serious, you ever try and find a good pumpkin even like a little over halfway through october? It can be hard. 

frank: i need your assistance. ernest: i’ve killed my quota for the month. frank: i – ernest, please.  ernest: alright, my apologies. What do you need?  frank: a pumpkin. lemony, from the kitchen: jarrahdale or red warty?  frank: no, i mean a carving pumpkin. 

The three of them take a good, long look at babybea’s pumpkin. Uncle Instincts Have Activated. They, very solemnly, bury the pumpkin in the back garden (lemony is the one who takes one for the team and removes the glowstick eyes from the depths of sad, sad pumpkin). And then embark on a mission. Please imagine the three of them packed into a mint green 1960 chevy corvette. Sunglasses optional. Who’s driving? That is up to you, my friend. Oh, google informs me it is cascade green. Imagine accordingly. (yes, no corvette has ever been made with more than two seats, but isn’t that just funnier? They really are packed in there. Lemony sits in the middle.) 

The hunt for the right pumpkin is long. Grueling! Kinda chilly! This is october!! Much comparison is made between potential pumpkins and the pictures they took of babybea’s pumpkin. Snacks are purchased. (lemony, who has recently been introduced to instagram, posts a picture of his pretzel. [ernest is out of focus in the corner, eating a chocolate ice cream cone.] [#pretzel.] 

sunbad: what is that lemonysnicket: I have purchased a pretzel sunbad: without me sunbad: you’re dead to me.) 

(it was actually not sunny who introduced lemony to instagram, although she was his first follower. It was klaus.) (klaus uses instagram mainly to never post anything ever, just to follow his favorite authors, so he wanted lemony to have an instagram, especially since he just moved out.) (klaus……..my heart………..) (oh, frank bought chex mix. he likes those gross rye bread pieces.) 

(don’t get me started on lemony with an instagram……….I think this is a hilarious but also heartwarming thought – this man who has avoided being photographed for years and years and years and YEARS (yes that much repetition was in fact necessary) is at a point in his life here he is not only comfortable of taking pictures of his life, but he is capable of doing it, he’s allowed!! It’s still probably mostly food and it’s so good!!!!!!!! and think of the amount of pictures he keeps just in his phone gallery, too!!! violet’s inventions and klaus’ library displays and sunny’s baking and babybea’s school projects and ernest’s record collection and frank’s breakfast spreads, and nature shots with lemony’s thumb in the corner, AAAAAAAAAAAA) (uh, anyway, these men are on a mission. back to the mission.) 

Eventually, they do find a comparable replacement pumpkin! Does it fit in the car? Lemony, by virtue of sitting in the middle, holds the pumpkin. 

They return to the bed and breakfast. Between the three of them, many different knives, and all of their photos, frank and ernest and lemony painstakingly recreate babybea’s pumpkin, down to the last, smallest detail. Including the little mouse and the side of the tree and the feathers and everything. (frank does do most of the work, because ernest and lemony very much see that this is important to him, but he doesn’t mind them helping, because, yknow. This is about family, and babybea is their family too.) (frank feels like he owes lemony a lot. for trying to set the record straight about their past. or as straight as one could try and set it, with what all of them did. for their niece. for making ernest happy.) (ernest deserves to be happy, with everything they put each other through. ernest thinks the same for frank, too.) 

(ugggggg if you told the three of them when they were so much younger that one day they’d stay up late recreating their niece’s perfect pumpkin masterpiece so she’s not upset about the passage of time………..) 

(who’s in charge of the bed and breakfast while all of this is happening?? 

ernest: mallory, you’re in charge. mallory, a twenty-two year old with a major in hotel management who runs the front desk when ernest and frank can’t: sounds like a plan. 

mallory has a deep respect for the denouements. meanwhile – 

mallory: so you’re lemony snicket. lemony: i am, yes. mallory: you don’t look like your photo. lemony: that’s my legal representative. he has a stamp.) 

meanwhile meanwhile – it is not necessarily about the pumpkin. 

For babybea’s part, she already firmly believes that there is some sort of magic in the world. Even at twelve. Especially at twelve!! Look, she knows it wasn’t magic that reunited her with her family, that it was her and lemony’s hard work, but she wound up with SO much more family than she expected, when she first contacted lemony. And like, that is what there’s magic in. this whole group of people who care about her and love her and want to spend time with her. Babybea thinks she has the best family in the whole entire world. (AND SHE’S RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!) 

But that is also babybea’s problem right now. She loves her family so much, and she loves having them, and it’s been a couple months but she is still not entirely comfortable with people she loves being so far away from her. Not now! Not when they’re all supposed to be in the same space, like they’re supposed to be!! And some kids at school have teased her, not so much about her puzzle-piece family but that she talks about her uncles so much. She’s just proud of her family and she loves them!! But middle schoolers are like, rude as fuck sometimes, okay. And they don’t even think they’re saying anything wrong, just offhand comments about how much she talks about them. They don’t even know anything about her parents, not really, but babybea starts to feel like, it’s the unspoken throughline in what they’re saying, why doesn’t she ever talk about them? Why only her uncles, her guardians? They’re her family, but – 

she feels almost guilty, that she goes through periods where she doesn’t even think of her parents at all, and periods where she can’t stop thinking about what they would look like and what they would be like, and that makes her feel like she doesn’t value the family she DOES have. So it’s not necessarily about the pumpkin starting to rot, what’s making her upset. It’s that, the pumpkin is another thing in a line of things babybea is Thinking about, things that aren’t Going the way she thought they were supposed to go. Her uncle moving out, missing somebody who was supposed to be there, her pumpkin not staying like it’s supposed to, she’s SUPPOSED to love her family but is she loving them right? Is she loving the right people right? Can you miss people you didn’t even know? And babybea has it very set in her head, the things she knows and is supposed to do – this is something she hasn’t quite worked on, but she’ll get to it eventually, she is still twelve – and they keep not happening like that. And now. Something else she worked really, really, really hard on, that isn’t going right either. 

So she spends the week a little gloomy about her pumpkin, and worrying the whole ride friday afternoon after school to the bildungsroman bed and breakfast. Violet and klaus and sunny are very aware of babybea’s mood, and try to cheer her up by asking her about what she’ll be for halloween, but babybea’s heart is not super into this conversation. (she has ideas about a big group costume where they’re all different local birds, but now she’s not even sure about that.) 

And then! She sees her pumpkin!! Glowy eyes and all!!!!! And, mysteriously, those little spots of rot she’d noticed the week before are gone, and, in fact, it looks a little sharper than it had before? And she didn’t think she’d cut the lid quite like that, but! That’s her pumpkin, exactly where it’s supposed to be!!! And it makes her feel just a little better. That’s good. That’s right. But she still can’t, entirely shake off all her previous feelings, about family. But. right now. Her pumpkin still looks very special. 

Later, babybea can’t sleep. So she sneaks out of bed and goes down to the lobby, and sits down on the floor in front of the front desk, and looks at the big painting on the wall, that ernest did of her father. 

This, of course, is where frank finds her. (because frank has never been very good at sleeping consistently, even when there’s nothing to worry about now, and he likes to walk through the hotel to make sure it’s secure.) 

(ernest would say something very clever, like, aha, with a raised eyebrow, but all frank says is – )

frank: hello, beatrice.  beatrice: oh!  beatrice: hello, uncle frank.  frank: may i sit down?  beatrice: yes, please. 

They spend a little while looking at the portrait.

beatrice: um –  beatrice: does it – 

What she wants to ask is, does it look very much like my father, which she then realizes is such a STUPID question if her father was a TRIPLET and she has a mirror image of him right in front of her, who acts like she thinks a father is supposed to act, so, but, it’s not like that doesn’t mean dewey didn’t look like dewey. Just because dewey looked like frank doesn’t mean he only looked like frank. And beatrice forgets, sometimes, that he would’ve just looked just like her uncles. But still! 

beatrice: i mean – the painting, is it – 

But she thinks it’s such a terrible thing to ask!! But frank knows EXACTLY what she means. 

(some time ago, when the hotel had just opened and ernest had just painted the portrait of dewey – 

ernest: i wanted it to look like him. And, it’s not like i, don’t know what he looks like. Looked like. I mean – that could just be me or you up there, couldn’t it. It doesn’t look like it’s him.  frank: no, it does.  frank, knowing exactly what he means and feeling like, he needs to make ernest Not look so abjectly miserable: you don’t look nearly as happy.  ernest, in tears, very amused and touched and still terribly upset: wow! 

The point being, god of course it looks like dewey. It couldn’t be anybody but dewey, even if dewey looks like other people. Dewey looks like himself, he looks like his family, he looks like beatrice, around the eyes. And family means lots of things. It means your guardians raising you, and your uncles raising you, and your father’s portrait on the wall and never knowing him at all, and loving so many people and being loved back by them, whether or not it’s Supposed to be a specific way, and sometimes it means missing somebody, sometimes it means missing different people, sometimes it means being sad for something you’re not sure if you should or could miss, sometimes it means not missing anyone at all, sometimes it means your uncle going to live with his definitely boyfriend even if they won’t say the words out loud who’s also your uncle just on the other side of your family and that doesn’t mean anyone’s going anywhere. Sometimes it means your pumpkin rotting, because things change. uh, does this make sense.) (admittedly, i put a lot of things in this.)

frank: yes, it looks very much like him.  frank: i think about him a lot.  beatrice: ......would he like my pumpkin? frank, without hesitation: absolutely. beatrice: do you like it? frank: i do.

of course babybea already knew that, but it's nice to hear. it's just. nice. it's not, like, everything? just like before. but beatrice is loved by a lot of people, and she loves them, too, and. she feels loved, right here, like she's supposed to, and that's what's Supposed to happen.

beatrice hugs him, and it's not the first time she's hugged frank, but it means more? frank hugs her back.

beatrice: thanks for fixing my pumpkin.  frank: i’m sure i don’t know what you mean, beatrice. 

beatrice hugs him again, and then goes back upstairs. frank looks a little longer at the portrait, and then goes to bed himself, and doesn't get back up until his alarm goes off.

[livia-dovehallow]

Tlh feels so disconnected from the other series. It ignores so many things established already, it's like it's in its own universe. For example:

- We know Cecily's father was an alcoholic and yet none of the adults noticed Matthew's problem.

- Cecily is very active and a fighter but in tlh she's like a stay at home mom and just takes care of Alexander.

- How is it that everyone is so accepting of all the lgbt characters. Like I know shadowhunters don't follow the same social rules as mundanes do but at this point in history being gay is illegal. LIKE YOU COULD GO TO JAIL. And you're telling nobody had a problem. I feel it really undermines Alec's story. He being the first gay consul is a big deal, his fight for himself and his identity is huge and here it's like it's not even a problem for someone being gay. I know history not always improves, so you could say that people got more homophobic with time, but how. How did we go from this generation to the Circle. Like let's pretend Alexander is the Lightwood ancestor, it means Robert is his grandkid, and we know Robert's father was awful. Are you telling me Alexander, Cecily and Gabriel's child, raised a person so badly? Like how? There's no connection.

- Also, how is it so easy for Anna and Ari, and possibly Thomas and Alastair, to adopt a child. Again, it was a huge deal for Alec and Magnus to adopt Max and Rafael, but for the tlh people is this easy?

- Also, we know Alex is the first gay openly gay consul, so should we assume Charles didn't get to be consul? Or he did get to be consul and the historians erased his sexuality?

SECOND TO LAST BULLET IS A MODERATE SPOILER TO THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE NOT FINISHED CHAIN OF THORNS BUT IT DIDNT MAKE SENSE TO ME TO COPY THIS ALL OVER WHEN IT'S AT THE BOTTOM SO I HOPE YOU SEE THIS WARNING OKAY SORRY

I have seen this sentiment a lot and I do agree with it. Alone (entirely detached from the rest of TSC and ignoring the fact that these characters are the children of my beloved TID characters), it's an all right series. But knowing that it is a TSC book, you're right. Ignores so many established things.

I just try to think of some of the more historically-inaccurate items as intentionally inaccurate so that TLH feels more welcoming and a better version of history than we know truly happened. However, that disconnects from TMI, as we know, because of how much prejudice Alec faced being gay. If TLH truly connected to all established events, I don't think Alec would have been so scared and felt so threatened.

(And, no, I don't think Charles ever became Consul but that's another story entirely).

Given that we know TLH familes are the ancestors of the TMI families (or most of them, at least), it just doesn't connect well. Obviously, big things could have happened between TLH and TMI that made the Lightwoods go back to being assholes for a generation (don't get me started on that either because Gideon and Gabriel would be so disappointed in them).

I get not wanting to feel tied to the family tree to create the TLH story, but CC should have stuck to what she had already established in a main series. Side books I think have more leeway of being retconned or adjusted, but not a main series, especially not the one that started it all.

So yeah, I can overlook historical inaccuracy to a pretty far extent, but stay consistent in your storytelling among the 4/5 published main series, at least. You wrote yourself into that corner; figure it out. Sigh.

TLH would have made a better series if it had been written as an NA series rather than YA and wasn't confined to a trilogy.

Cecily being reduced to a housewife angers me too much to even address it in this already long post but suffice it to say that I ignore that part of canon because Cecily Herondale-Lightwood is not a fucking housewife ksjflkjs

[rhey-007]

*✧･ﾟ𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 *✧･ﾟ

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Just a little disclaimer before you start reading:

- It's the first time I wrote something like this, so it might not be good.

- English is not my first language so I might have made some small mistakes.

Without further ado, enjoy! :))

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader

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Theme song

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Dancing Bears

Painted Wings

Things I almost remember.

And a song someone sings

Once upon a December....

...Breathtaking...

...Enigmatic...

...Graceful...

Something drew me towards...

And it was not just beauty...

...It was...

...𝘏𝘌𝘙...

It was December where I first saw 𝘩𝘦𝘳 on a Christmas ball.

Dressed in emerald green gown, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 fair skin accompanied by a set of shining, gold jewelery and 𝘩𝘦𝘳 auburn locks softly tied back with a bow.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 was surrounded by various men, older and younger. I wasn't the only one fascinated by 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 looked so lost amongst them, so confused, so... scared.

The voice of my father took me out of trance and immediately engaged me into a conversation, I was very clearly not interested in. The whole time my thoughts were with 𝘩𝘦𝘳...

When we finished 𝘴𝘩𝘦 was no longer there.

I haven't seen 𝘩𝘦𝘳 anymore that night...

Someone holds me safe and warm.

Horses prance through a silver storm.

Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.

It was the second time I saw 𝘩𝘦𝘳 that I learned 𝘩𝘦𝘳 name.

...

I was brave enough to approach 𝘩𝘦𝘳 that time. Her bright smile was a pure delight to see and her soft voice was like honey to my ears.

I wanted to ask her to dance, but 𝘴𝘩𝘦 was quicker. It was a nice and werid feeling to be asked to dance by a women, when usually you were the one to ask. But I didn't comply and agreed, to her joy.

Her royal blue gown spoon delicately with every her move as we danced until the late night...

''Thank you''

Were her last words until she disappeared into her 1960's Rolls-Royce, leaving me satisfied that I could add some charm to her time.

Someone holds me safe and warm.

Horses prance through a silver storm.

Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.

The third party was hosted by my family and I decided to invite her myself. I had to weasel my way into my grandmother’s and her friend's good graces in order to find out more about the enchanting girl.

I hopped onto my horse and galloped to my beloved’s mansion. It was a huge Victorian castle, settled among the hills and forests, giving it the perfect fairytale atmosphere and making the girl living inside even more princess like.

“Here”

A soft voice squeaked from between the tall trees. I was fast to get off the horse and follow it.

It led me to a small pond, surrounded by dozens of beautiful flowers and between them sat her...

“What brings you here? “

She asked as I approached her slowly, her green eyes darting away from the flower crown she was making to meet mine. She read through me almost immediately and answered before I could even open my mouth.

“Sure”

She stood up and took a few steps towards me. Our faces inches away as she stared into my soul, trying to find a reason why such an intelligent and sophisticated gentleman as me took a liking in a country girl she really was.

After what felt like hours, she lifted her hands and placed a crown full of corn flowers, daisies and poppy flowers on top of my head. She explained why she chose the flowers and I listened to every her word while melting in her eyes.

“Thank you”

Was the only thing I have managed to breathe out before she left, again...

Far away,

Long ago,

Glowing dim as an ember,

Things my heart

Used to know

Things it yearns to remember

And a song someone sings...

When the party started, she was the only person I awaited. No one there interested me so much as she did.

As I started to loose faith she walked through the huge door to the ballroom. Her pastel yellow dress shined in the light of the chandeliers taking my breath away.

She surprised me more every time I saw her.

“You came”

I chirped happily and took her under my arm.

“Of course I did”

She giggled and took my arm, already pulling me to the dance floor.

“I've noticed you like to dance”

“You don't?... “

Her expression shifted from happy to sad before we even stepped on the dance floor.

“I do... Especially with you”

A blush spread across her face and a flirtatious smirk creeped up onto mine. We didn’t say anything more, just started to dance and indulge in each other’s company.

All eyes were on us, yet she didn’t seem to care.

When the party was slowly coming to an end, we sat in my mother's gardens, gazing at the sky full of stars and listening to the sough of the fountains.

“Zemo?”

Silence...

“Why do you like me? “

I didn’t respond...

My hand found it's way to her cheek then stroked it gently. I saw her eyes trying to find an answer to her mind-boggling question on my face, but it was blank...

Soon our lips met in a soft but tender kiss. I was afraid she would pull away, but she came even closer. We poured all our feelings into the kiss hoping we would understand each other's intentions more.

I think it worked...

...Once upon a December...

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So that was my short story for Baron Helmut Zemo.

I hope you liked it :))

Thank you so much for reading and have a good day or night 💫

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[kindheart525]

It was a gorgeous spring afternoon at Sweet Apple Acres. Birds sang their sweet tunes from the trees. the air was fragrant with the sweet scent of apples, and there was not a cloud in sight. It was the perfect day for a date with one’s beloved. Blue Velvet and Varmint Venom had the right idea as they settled down on a hill overlooking the orchard, simply enjoying each other’s company.

Blue sat in the grass among a sea of dandelions, plucking them daintily and using her long, manicured fingers to knit them into a flower crown so effortlessly that it looked easier than apple pie. Varmint bit into an apple and tried to act casual as she watched her, but the truth was that she was absolutely head over heels for her.

Land sakes, she was beautiful.

Varmint wasn’t the gushy type but she adored this mare so much, more than she ever thought she could. She was a confident mare already, but still Blue’s love for herself and others was infectious. Blue loved easily and it was easy to love her, Varm didn’t have to think twice. 

Blue was lost in her own world as always, humming to herself and twisting the dandelions into a flower crown fit for an alicorn princess. Her ethereal frame surrounded by the gorgeous scenery of spring looked like a dream. It was enough to make even a practical and no-nonsense mare like Varmint stop and admire the view.

“This one’s for you, baby!” 

Once Blue was finished she got up and walked over towards her love, standing up on her tip-toes to place the finished crown on her head.

“Aww, you look gorgeous! You’re absolutely glowing!”

Varmint wanted to tell Blue in detail how she was even more radiant but instead she nodded casually, trying to play off the blush that was forming on her face.

“Aw shucks, thanks hun. This here crown’s all your work.”

“But you truly complete it!”

Blue clasped her hands together, suddenly coming up with an idea.

“Oh! While we’re here! I should make one for Violet! She’d really love one of these.”

“She’d sure ‘preciate it.”

Varmint agreed.

“Ooh! And you could give it to her for me! She really likes you, she told me. You’re the only one of my girlfriends she’s ever been open with!”

“Am I now?”

Varmint smirked but she was genuinely honored. Violet had been talking to her sister about her, so she really did like her. It wasn’t just her being nice, she really was welcomed into the family.

“Yes!”

Blue giggled. 

“She even asked when we were gonna get married!”

Blue said this like the prospect of marriage was just as thrilling to her and that’s when Varmint knew, it was time. She was about to ask the most important question of her life.

“Well then-“

The mare lowered herself to one knee and reached into her pocket, pulling out what looked like a small pink macaron. Blue hardly had time to react before she opened the box, revealing a stunning diamond ring.

“I guess it’s time we made her our flower girl.”

“Varmint oh my gosh!-“

Blue clasped her hands over her mouth, squealing with pure glee as it sunk in for her. 

“Are you really…?”

“Askin’ you to marry me? Damn right I am.”

Varmint answered with conviction.

“And I ain’t never been more sure about it in my entire life. I love ya to bits Blue, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’m an Apple to the core but with you…land sakes, it don’t matter where we are, I’m at home. I wanna be part of your family, I wanna be your family. Lil’ Vi helped me figure it out.”

“Violet helped you plan this? You sneaky fillies!”

Blue laughed through her tears of joy.

“Eeyup, she sure did. But your answer matters most. Now what do ya say?”

“YES!”

Blue squealed with no hesitation, jumping up and down like a filly on Hearth’s Warming morning. She embraced Varmint like her life depended on it once the mare stood up. 

“Oh my gosh, this is the best day of my life!”

“Our wedding’s gonna be even better, love. It’ll be as beautiful as ya want it to be with all the frills and flowers you can dream of. And we’ll be surrounded by everypony we love, ain’t gonna be a single soul there who don’t support us. Brack is definitely off the guest list.”

Blue simply laughed, she was too happy to think about all the ponies who hurt her in the past. Varm was right, if they didn’t support her, they didn’t matter. None of it mattered.

All that mattered was love.

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Previous: Amblyodipsas

[sitp-recs]

hi! thank you so much for such amazing recs all the time. what a gift!!! this is a different kind of request than usual maybe so feel free to skip it or take your time or interpret in your own way: i’m looking for swoon-worthy fics, like sooo romantic. like off the charts oh my god this is so sweet so loving so huge kind of vibes. but that’s like a feeling you know, for the characters and for the readers, so. not sure if it makes sense! thank u :)

Hi anon, thank you so much for the kind words!! I don’t really read hardcore fluff tbh, but I love myself some tender romance! I’ve included different flavours here with a lil bit of angst (couldn’t resist 🤣) but nothing too intense. I hope this list works for you! You can also check the latest Fluff Fest collection here.

Say the words / then stay around by Teatrolley (NR, 5.7k)

They’ve been together for a while when Harry decides that he wants to try the Auror Office again. What he doesn’t consider is the effects the work might have on the two of them. But, then again, maybe those effects don’t have to be all bad?

Little Talks by Femme and noeon (E, 11k)

Draco's been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he's sure it's just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one.

Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon by @the-starryknight (M, 16k)

The Ministry didn’t turn bad overnight. Harry didn’t suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isn’t a person. If there’s an art to fighting back, then they’ll find it hand in hand.

freely, as men strive for right by @bixgirl1 (E, 17k)

How can Harry love a man like Draco Malfoy? If only Draco would let him count the ways.

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by Cibee (T, 19k)

Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved!

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (T, 22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

All Things Go by @sorrybutblog (E, 33k)

Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.

Eager for the Sky by @oknowkiss (M, 35k)

It was announced, just as the Triwizard Tournament had been, at the start of term feast. A year-long, international Quidditch varsity match — the inaugural Wizarding Academy Cup.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Kaleidoscope by Saras_Girl (E, 104k)

If Harry’s honest, the last thing he needs is a house full of Draco Malfoy, but partners are partners, and perhaps, the thing he wants the least will turn out to be absolutely everything. 2021 advent fic, completed.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (E, 128k)

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be.

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Had this elaborate weird GoW dream where I was arranged to marry Týr, then helped him in his plans but had to erase my memories of it all to keep me safe in case Odin managed to capture me.

Imagine Týr working with one of the Giants to use a combination of Aesir, Vanir, and Giant magic to prevent Odin from easily figuring out how to unravel the spell. But this goes VERY wrong, maybe due to Odin or his allies/minions interrupting the spell. Týr's s/o now has no memories at all, with just vague intuition and flashes here and there when she sees or hears something or someone familiar. Týr is kidnapped but manages to send his beloved somewhere secret while they're unconscious.

They don't know where they are or who they are, but they manage to remember little bits over time after coming across the Giant prophecies and statues of the gods. They knew Týr, and they think they were very close with each other. And when Odin finds them years later, they're still not entirely all there. But with Týr imprisoned, Odin takes on his form and--once Kratos and Atreus "rescue" him--he insists on finding his beloved so they can't fall into Odin's clutches.

Kratos and Atreus manage to find Týr's amnesiac s/o, and when they all return to Sindri's home, s/o can't help but feel strange about reuniting with their husband. They hoped they'd get their memories back entirely after seeing him again, and while some DO come back it isn't that clear. He's very kind and warm to them, but whenever he talks to them or touches them...something feels off about it. Would the Týr in their scattered memories really say or do something like this?

Tyr admits he'd changed drastically due to the trauma he endured as Odin's prisoner. But he's so happy to finally be with them again. He spent so many years worrying about his beloved, hoping he was able to keep them safe and far from Odin. And now, they're together again! With his and his allies' help, their memories (and secrets) can definitely be restored somehow.

I'm just imagining the fucked up aspect of Odin disguised as Týr using his son's wife to try and find out what Týr's been hiding. And at first it's just a strategy to get what he wants, but a part of him (a part he would call "soft" and "sentimental") would enjoy having a wife again. And this one's much more compliant and trusting thanks to their amnesia and dependence on him to get their memories back; plus, they're a good fighter, and knowledgable of some magic and other things not even he knew about. Týr must've inherited his father's attraction to intelligence, among other things. Odin has no doubt that Týr's s/o taught things to Týr the same way his Frigg taught him, but unlike Frigg, Týr's wife couldn't betray him.

Hm. His main priority is getting the mask, but enjoying a happy marriage/do-over courtship for the first time in years is a nice bonus. He keeps finding ways that they remind him of his great love Fjörgyn. Despite his hatred for the Giants, he loved her more than anyone in the Realms; and despite how much he hates Týr for betraying him worse than a son ever should betray his family, his wife is so loyal. That kind of love is a precious thing, and if the real Týr can't experience it, then Odin is happy to do so in his place. It's an extra punishment to his traitorous son on top of everything else.

Also: Brok finds all the affection and cutesy glances and all form of romantic shit on Tyr's part to be vomitous and overly sappy. The fuckin god of war better not bang up him and Sindri's broom closet too bad, but it's not like there's any other place Tyr and his memoryless wife can get up to anything alone. Hell, how d'you give a lady some of your branch when you're the size of a whole fuckin' tree? Freya better know some spells on how to heal a broken pelvis, assuming Tyr isn't as cowardly and peckerless as he acts around the others. Brok just reckons he's lucky most of HIS lady friends were always taller than him, as opposed to the other way round.

[leviiackrman]

OCS AS TRAGIC HORROR TROPES;

I was tagged by all these beloveds: @jendoe @chuckhansen @shellibisshe @denerims @jackiesarch @florbelles @dihardys @kingsroad + @unholymilf to use this uquiz for some of my crazy kids - thank you all sm, love ya all🤍

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THE VAMPIRE;

it is the loneliest day of a vampire's life, the first time they look into a mirror and see their reflection missing. drinking blood sucks too, don't get me wrong, but as a vampire you had to learn to hide from the sunlight, from your family, all your friends, because you were unavoidably different now and you didn't know how to explain that to them in a way they would understand. you could get stranger's blood in bursts, but what is life when you can't know someone for longer than the night lasts? you left everything behind because it was easier than trying to tell them. i just hope you know you're not the only vampire out there, and that there exist people who will understand your situation without a word. they'll sit with you in the dark for as long as you'll need them to.

THAT WHICH CANNOT BE KNOWN;

oh god. how did it come to this? to some extent, you've gone so far past your own idea of "human" that it must be kind of fun, right? maybe. i'm not sure. as an artefact of cosmic horror, you're wild and wacky and colourful and people are probably drawn to that, but you will never let them know you. the mystery intrigues for a while, but it'll wear everyone down. it'll wear you down, too. who are you? do you remember? are you so far gone that you can't go back? and maybe that's the most tragic thing of all- becoming so distorted in your identity, and for so long, that no matter how hard you want to return you can't ever seem to figure it out. but you've learned a vast amount up in the stars, and people will work hard to get to know you. it doesn't matter who you used to be. sometimes, you should just start from scratch: give yourself a name, a birthday. let someone celebrate these things with you

THE FINAL GIRL;

the final girl comes out the other end of trauma alive- or, they were supposed to. honestly, you're not so sure you're really alive anymore. you saw the same hurt take those you were closest to while everyone paraded your bruises as bravery, as strength, as if you're the hero. and it hurts. you're tired and you don't want to have to be brave anymore. whatever you went through, it changed so much of who you were that you're still getting used to the person you see in the mirror. you didn't have a say in any of it, but you're here now, and that's gotta count for something. you'll make it count for something. but first, you need to let yourself find rest

THE WITCH;

people need to find blame wherever they can; it makes the bad things in their life feel just a touch more bearable. the witches are so often blamed for the curses others are under that no one even questions it anymore. you point to a supposed witch and everyone else prepares the stake, no matter their innocence. to be born and believed a witch is one of the worst curses of them all- you can have friends and family, but there's always a dread that someday, someone will point to you, and everyone you once trusted will throw you into the pyre. if you're here, reading this, you've probably been burned before. and i don't blame you for wanting to hide away, to really become the witch they all say you are, to curse them. but to be a witch is to brush your fingertips over the bark of a tree and watch it grow a touch stronger. keep that in mind

THE ONE WHO OPENED THE DOOR;

you turn the door handle. you call out, "who's there?" and the crowd has the audacity to groan, to get frustrated with you. as if the gift of hindsight was something you had. how the hell were you supposed to know you were born into a horror movie? no one bothered to tell you. say, if instead this was an action film, or a fantasy, would they still be telling you how silly of a mistake it was to press further on your quest? they would've commended you for your bravery. you thought you were going to be saving a princess in a tower, not getting stabbed in the back by a killer in the shadows. how is that fair? it isn't, and none of that was ever your fault. it is not wrong to believe things are good. your trust, your optimism, it shouldn't ever be mistaken for ignorance or stupidity. we need more people who open doors. how else are any of us gonna move forward?

[overthinkingtaleblr]

*Smashes wall near door* Hemlo :D I got stuff for Toast and his family. Be warned: this long af

(Ghost is Transmasc because Fuck transphobes)

First meeting:

Toast was 5 when he first met Ghost. He was walking home from school, falling behind from his parents and crunching the leaves on the ground, when he noticed a dirty and scruffed up kid, around his age, trying to get something off of a window sill, stretching up on their toes and jumping.

Checking to see how far behind he was from his parents to see if he had time, he went up to them and asked if they could help. They first looked shocked, then nodded. It took them a few attempts until they got it, awkwardly thanked him, and scurried off while Johnny caught back up to his parents.

They actually met a few more times until the kid started seeking him out.

Toast would go outside, climb a tree in the corner of the garden, and talk to her for hours on the lower branches that stretched past the fence. He didn't know her name yet, so they agreed on the nickname 'Cat' (she reminded him of cats) and became fast friends.

The way his family found out about his new friend wasn't the greatest: the branch snapped and he fell, braking his nose. His mother was watching him when it happened, so it wasn't long before she ran into Cat trying to help a crying Toast by taking him to the front door.

She took them both back (mainly because Toast would start crying again if she separated them) and patched them both up. She was very nice to Cat, who's completely dumbfounded at her friendliness, along with lightly teasing her son about 'your new girlfriend' (that definitely did not become foreshadowing nope nope not at all)

The rest of his siblings were not as friendly. It took a while for his older sister to warm up, but Gavin just disliked her, no matter what. It didn't help that he seemed to always be staring at something behind her, muttering under his breath. Toast didn't like that.

Despite that, she came around his house alot, and they practically became attached to the hip.

First BlackOut:

They were pre-teens when Jimmy first striked. Toast got awoken at 2am by his phone ringing, and half-awake, managed to calm a panicking Ghost enough to explain what's happened.

"my mom- oh god- My mom is dead! I-I don't know what happened but- ow my head. Can I stay at yours please?"

An hour later, Ghost is covering his ears while Johnny and Gavin have a shouting match in the hallway. Gavin thinks she's to blame for it, and is shouting that Toast just got everyone killed by bringing her here. Toast is pissed at that and thinks he's heartless and being an asshole for even suggesting that.

It ends with them being separated by their father, before Toast slams the door behind him, still pissed. Ghost just looks up, hurt, while Toast hugs her, saying that it wasn't her fault over and over.

Johnny and Gavin never saw eye to eye after that night.

Transitioning

When Ghost came out to Toast as a Trans man, he was back in the UK for college, over the phone. While he wasn't there physically to support him, he was able to talk to him through the highs and lows of his transitioning and the starting of PIE.

Years later, after going to the states to grieve for Mary's death, he was shocked to see how much Ghost had changed. I mean, he heard it through his voice but wow...

Bi disaster

Bi disaster Toast my beloved

Last year, his mother had invited all of PIE for Bonfire Night, which got everyone exited: who doesn't like fireworks?!

Between firework shows, his mother asked if "Him and Ghost were something?" Laughing light-heartedly when it took a few minutes to figure out what she meant, and lit his face in pink as he sputtered out no. "He's my co-boss! And my friend! Yeah he's cute and all but- no mum it's not like that!"

It didn't help that Ghost overheard the comment, and just smiled and winked at him before walking off, setting him to burry his head in the wooden table in embarrassment.

Maybe don't hold hands with him in full view of everyone next time.

(Lowkey glad I’m only answering this now bc now we can say Ghost is trans because HAPPY PRIDE MONTH)

Ghost being Cat is fun because it might mean that he’s Katrina and the ghost is a metaphor or just how he feels (literal deadname?)

On one hand, Gavin is an asshole. On the other hand, it takes a Lot for it to be even plausible to accuse a preteen of murder and idk how obvious Jimmy was so there’s a chance Gavin had a point. If something actually did end up happening with Jimmy at their house Gavin would’ve been entirely in the right. On the third hand, it didn’t and now he just gave a poor kid who just lost his mom even more trauma.

Congrats to Ghost for the transition and im glad mama Toast is supportive!

[reneesbooks]

WIP Intro: Hurts, Doesn't It?

I figured it was about time I introduced the novel I'm working on for Camp Nano :)

Will's a florist, not an expert on politics, but he knows a few things: the Executive runs things from the Capitol, which was rebuilt after the Second Civil War, and eventually his son will be the Executive. He never thought about it much; he was focused on going to NYU for botany and horticulture and the Olympics for archery. But now? Now, he's in prison for smuggling forged art (which he didn't do) and all his cellmates want to talk about it how the government is horrible and the Resistance (terrorists) are actually the good guys.

Enter Kat Barrick--the girl who got Will put in prison in the first place. When she breaks him out and offers her help getting him home, he is reasonably skeptical. Despite her secrets, she is trying to help him. He'll give her a chance to get him home. But as he learns more about her world and the truth behind his history books, he begins to wonder if home is still within reach.

my baby my novel that i've been writing for years my beloved. here are the main characters (picrew used):

Will Moore: He's a florist from Jersey who did NOT sign up for any of this. that's okay, though. he's figuring it out. His favorite hobbies are archery and talking to people about flowers. He will find a way to mention the fact that he's a florist in any conversation. wants to go to the olympics but already won the himbolympics

Kat Barrick: she's an art forger who ran away from home at seventeen and supports her family by selling her paintings on the black market. yes she throws knives no you don't get to know where she learned to. not here to fuck around, just trying to get through the day. she WILL stab you if you get in her way though

Peyton Barrick: Kat's older brother and perpetually exhausted mother hen. Great public speaker but prefers to be cooking most of the time. Definitely going to trick you into being a vegetarian because he is and knows his way around a spice rack enough to convince you that you are eating pork, not eggplant. why is he a vegetarian? none of your fucking business.

Scarlett Carter: battle-worn leader of the Resistance and antique revolver enthusiast. yes it's very funny that she has a gigantic scar across her face and her name is Scarlett. mention it again and she'll show you one of those revolvers up close. these new kids are giving her grey hairs.

Hayden Stone: Scarlett's husband and the brains of the Resistance. NOT a morning person, will greet you with a shotgun if you wake him up. loves his daughter and is very sad that she decided to be a spy when he's just trying to keep her safe. thinks Will's puns are shitty and has a bet going on how long it'll take Kat to kill him.

My goal for Camp Nano has been to write 25,000 words and as of 4/11 I'm about halfway there :D

Posts tagged for this novel can be found here. A few highlights so far:

Kat and Will getting drunk and watching the news

15-question character interview of Kat and Will

Kat and Will having an Emotional Talk

Will taking a serious risk

The following excerpt is the opening scene, where Will meets Kat in his shop for the first time. let me know if you're interested in being added to the taglist for this wip! <3

I nudged the unconscious man with the bristles of the broom. “Are you dead?”

A small groan escaped. “She left me…”

“Jesus, you’re a sad drunk,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Dude, you have to make like a tree and leave.”

He mumbled something that sounded like an insult and turned over, face-down on the floor. I nudged him again with the broom, then smacked him when he didn’t move. He lurched up into a sitting position, swearing vaguely in my direction, and nearly knocked over a potted plant on a stand.

“I’m calling the cops if you don’t leave,” I said, moving towards the counter. “Whatever your deal is, it’s none of my business, but you gotta do it somewhere else.”

He grumbled and groaned but another smack with the broom had him up and stumbling out of the store. I rearranged the vases and potted plants that he’d disturbed and swept up the fallen leaves and petals.

The bell over the door rang and I turned to greet the customer. “Welcome to Lydia’s Fine Flowers, how can I help you?”

The young woman smiled, running her fingers over the head of one of the flowers near the door. “Just looking, thank you,” she said. “Who’s Lydia?”

“My mom,” I said, retreating behind the counter. “She grows all these flowers herself. Best florist in Jersey.”

“Not that you’d ever brag,” the young woman said with a smirk.

“That would be utterly unbe-leaf-able,” I replied, setting the broom back in its spot. “Bragging is very unbecoming.”

“Plant puns must be part of the job,” she said.

“The fun part.”

“Hmm.” She turned to look at the refrigerated arrangements. I went back to the shop computer, squinting at the inventory numbers. We would need to sell the summer arrangements soon, with fall coming up. I bit my lip. My mom would be on her own in a few months. I’d been helping out in the shop for as long as I could remember, and now I was off to college. How would she fare without me?

I turned around, shaking off the worry. My mom would be fine. I spotted the young woman frowning at a bouquet and walked over.

She jumped a little when I got close, her hand going to her waist. She relaxed when she saw it was me. I grinned at her. “Forget me not.”

She blinked. “What?”

I gestured at the display. “Forget-me-nots. I can check the pricing if you’d like.”

She sighed, her hand dropping away from her waist. “No, thanks. I was just thinking about a picture I saw once. I recognized the flowers from that.”

“I see. Let me know if you have any questions,” I said, returning to the counter. I picked up my book from behind the register and flipped through the pages until I found the spot I had left off at.

Olympic Committee Requirements

My fingers itched, imagining myself at the Olympic tryouts the next summer. I would win gold, I was sure of it. I'd already won state and regional archery competitions, gone to nationals, and beaten more experienced archers who were twice my age. I was more than cut out for it.

I was going to make it.

The crinkle of tissue paper jolted me out of the book. “Will?”

I glanced up at the young woman, startled. She smiled at me, her eyes flicking down to my nametag. I grinned back. “I feel like I’m at a disadvantage here. You don’t have a nametag.”

“How much for these?” she asked, gesturing at the bouquet of lilies she’d set on the counter.

“Fifteen.” I punched it into the register. “Cash or card?”

“Cash.” She set the money down on the counter and fiddled with the lilies as I made change.

“Are those a gift for someone or just for you?” I wrapped them up in paper and added a packet of plant food.

“They’re for my little sister.” Her lips twitched. “They’re her favorite.”

“That’s sweet.” I handed her the change. “I never did get your name.”

“Hmm.” She turned, curling brown hair swinging over her shoulder. I caught the faint whiff of mint before the bell chimed and she was gone. I stared after her for a second before returning to my book.

I had bigger things to worry about.

if you want to get into the mood, this wip does have a playlist

[ilikebirdsouo]

THOUGHTS part 2: episodes 3 and 4, yet again, warning for cussing, yelling/caps, long post, and spoilers!

Episode 3🍗

BALD YELLOW AND DUCK AKHSBSBSNXNXXN IM DYING OH MY GOD

“Is.. it a tin of soup?” “Ha!! Wrong-“ I love them

OK THE WHOLE SCENE INVOLVING THE CHIPS MY BELOVED-

“People are dying to see what your final guess would have been-“ “what people..?”  SELF AWARENESS MY BELOVED

“OKAY I win” y’all have no idea how many times I say this in real life in the most randomest situations- when I say duck is really relatable for me this season I’m not fucking joking-

RED AND YELLOW YELLING AT DUCK I CANT-

“Why not try a healthy option?” Oh god not again-

I cheered when the apple got eaten

Then I saw the twins

They annoy the fucking hell out of me 

The twins' voices, specifically the brothers, remind me of Winnie the Pooh's. Am I the only one who hears it?

The girl twin uh Lily I think creeps me out more than the other guy I hate her

“We are a family arent we? I’m the dad, he’s the pet (HAHAHSHHDHDHHDHDJ) and you’re the-“ “you the dad? Tch no, if anyones the father figure it’s me” how about you both be dads SHGSGSHS IM SORRY-

I’m never letting fluffybird go and this series is giving me content I apologize I will die with this ship

Ok I love how natural the trios talking sounds though like you hear the awkwardness it’s like you are in the same room as them at times-

“I want to be in a family!! I want to be the dad!!” Duck please you already are

ROY ROY ROY ROY ROY ROY ROY-

“That’s not a family, that’s just a dad!!” 

HE GOT THROWN AWAY

BUT I LOWKEY SCREAMED WHEN I SAW ROY LIKE HELLO

I love how much Duck… genuinely loves the family they have- they may be a bit of an asshole but.. they care for those two dorks- 🥺💕

TODNEY..? I THINK THATS HIS NAME’S LITTLE PUPPETY JUMP ABSOLUTELY SENDED ME AJHAHAHSHHS

Duck looks so pissed off during the whole family song oh my god-

I LOVE THAT RED GUY IS BLOCKED BY THE WORDS IN THE SONG CUZ HES SO FUCKING TALL AJGAHAHS-

“Sharing a Bath” lol (remembers episode 2)

OK BUT DUCK IS ALL TRYING TO KEEP UP WITH THE TWINS AND WHAT THEY ARE SAYING I CANT-

DUCKS LITTLE HEAD SHAKE-

“FAULBCHDT- …that’s not a word-“

FUCK YOU RED FUCK YOU I HATE YOU I- (I got mad when he got all “oh I want a real family not these two” FUCK OFF- >:’(( )

LILY FUCKIBG HITTING DUCK ON THE BACK OF THEIR HEAD I-

“It smells funny in here-“ 

Red fucking sniffing sent me- red please-

“We have picnics!” <33 Duck is trying so hard to prove they are in fact a family- god…

This family scares me so much oh my gosh-

Oh my gosh I hate the twins so fucking much I-

I do not like how Lily treats Yellow- not at all..

“You can use mothers peice..” FORSHADOWING FORSHADOWING FOR-

THEN THEY SAY TO DUCK THEY CANT USE IT BC ONLY THE MOM CAN, THEN WHAT ABOUT YELLOW? HAHAHAHHSHSHDHDH FORSHADOWINGGGGG

The twins crossed the line on treating duck like shit LET ME AT THEM-

The family tree room is genuinely pretty I want to be there.. mi- minus all the photos uh

“Nice framed pictures” Red, please

Red decided to be a bit of an ass this episode didn’t he?

“That’s uncle Terry!!” Is that a reference to Baker Terry? Hello?

THAT TREE SOUNDED LIKE STEAK I LOWKEY JUMPED- JSGSHSHHD ok I genuinely missed that voice hate to admit it

OH THE BLOOD SAMPLE SCENE MADE ME CRINGE PHYSICALLY- as someone with a huge needle phobia that is a scene straight out of one of my nightmares-

OK BUT the sequence following it though was so mesmerizing!! It reminded me of those ai generated pictures!! I really liked it!!

Duck talking to bread… ok I know that’s the bread maybe from episode 5 (guys got KIDS also trans bread confirmed) BUT ANYWHO… UH.. ITS SO FUNNY CUZ DUCKS LIKE TO EAT BREAD ITS JUST FUNNY TO ME

DUCK FUCKING PUT THE BREAD CHILD IN THE TOASTER IM-

Ducks song… I just…. Hey check out how hard I can cry- HSHSHSHSSHDHSHSHSHHSHSH

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND-

“We all have the same diseases!” IM SORRY WHAT!!??? WAIT HOLD ON-

I want to own one of those extra duck puppets pleas..

I hate that I related to ducks song HSGSGSG DUCKKKKKJJ WE HAVE THE SAME ISSUES

DUCK IN DRAG DUCK IN DRAG DUCK IN-

TJEY LOOK FABULOUS HOLY-

ALL THE DUCKS FIGHTING EACHOTHER WAS HILARIOUS- also damn duck is strong

Oh lily makes me so uncomfy oh my god

Get yellow out of that house

THE MOP THE WOODEN DUCK- UHM 

Red can’t even fit into the family made for him :(( ALSO I LOVE THE VARIATION IN RED GUY DESIGN AND!! AND HOW THEY ALL WEAR DIFFERENT CLOTHING MINUS OUR RED-

OH!! Also I’m partially glad we didn’t get ducks family revealed… it’s quite odd and sad but.. Yellow and Red are really the only family they got. (Plus this allows me to hold onto my headcannons just a bit longer-)

“Aw :((“ “there you are! :D”

YELLOW IN A DRESS-HE LOOKED GREAT IN IT BUT THAT SCENE WAS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE ACTUALLY- 

ALSO ROY IN THE WINDOW ROY IN THE FUCKING WINDOW-

THE WAY THEY ALL LOOKED ALL SCARY WAS- I NEVER WANT TO SEE THAT AGAIN I

SHGSGSHS

ROYYYYYY!!!! ROY THE BOY!!! THE BASTARD OLD MAN IS HERE THE GUY THE

:((( the whole scene where yellow was calling his dads name… and when he got pushed away… 

“Bye..” :(((

“YUM YUM YUM YUM-“

Wait.. did Roy fucking murder the family? Cuz.. I saw the grandmas head get thrown at the door I-

Roy.

The ending 🥺💕💕💕

…..

The two uh chip thingys coming out of the family sized bag made me laugh really hard.. but not as hard as-

“I WANT THOSE-“

So many thoughts-

Episode 4🪱

“And we live in an actual niGHTMAREEEE”

Ah yes.. watering the computer plant

Wait

COLIN

THEY JUST FUCKING THROW THE COMPUTER PLANT AND THERE HE IS LOOK AT HIM THE BOY-

OH GOD HIS VOICE I MISSED HIM

“You got the mouse?” “Yep, both hands.. for complete control… you won’t be getting away from me this year…” UH- DUCK?!????? EXPLAIN??!????

“Hey nice grip!” STOP ENCOURAGING THEM

“Thank you :)” Ok I love how polite Duck is to the computer stuff in this episode oh my god- see they aren’t always a dick 

Jfc how long is yellows name holy-

Ducks name is just.. one fucking button… OK WHAT ARE THEIR NAMES IN ACTUALITY PLEASE I DONT WANT TO USE ROBIN DOI AND HARRY ALL MY LIFE GIVE ME CONFIRMATION HAHSGSGDHDHDHD

COLINS FACE STRETCH WAS SOMETHING I DIDNT NOTICE UNTIL MY SECOND WATCH AND I JUST SHAGSGVSVDH

“Hey come on, it’s not your fault” aw a cute wholesome moment

“You’re just a #############” OH-

“Yeah you can’t help it you’re just a ##############” DUCK NOT YOU TOO-

I FUCKIBG DIED WHEN THIS SCENE HAPPENED-

Oh I already fucking hate this worm

THE BRIEF SECOND WE SEE THE CREW SETTING THE TRIO UP WAS SO COOL ACTUALLY

GOD GET THIS WORM OUT OF HERE

HE REMINDS ME OF SHRIGNOLD FOR SOME REASON BUT SOMEHOW HES WORSE

“Who is that?” “I don’t know I think it’s an insane person-“ PLEASE-

Warren… the eagle…

Wait aren’t worms slimy? Uh then what does that mean for that business card..?

….buddy that’s not how birds work-

“I think he’s some sort of freelancer-” “freelancers deserve to die! :]”

Oh I can already tell this episodes gonna hit me hard..

HSGSGSGHS I REALLY HATE THE WORM BUT- 

THE WAY HE GLARES AT THE TRIO AS THEY START TALKING SHIT

“Reminds me of an infection I had up my-“ up…….. up your what… Duck…

EVEN COLIN TALKS SHIT

“He looks like a tumor :]”

The password is Rat eyes… you know actually I want to go back once I finish the series and see how many times rats are referenced or shown-

THE HEAD BOPPING THE JAMMING LOOK AT THEM FUCKINHG JAMMING-

THERE WERE A FEW REFERENCES I SAW!!!! ALSO THE OLD DHMIS 4 3D MODELS MSHSHSB

Aw Duck sent him a email <:))

Aw he sent them one <:)))

Aw yellow doesn’t have one :((

Why is duck so insistent on the goddamn skeleton?! I’m happy for them but

ah yes the big sad :( I RELATE TO YELLOW A LOT IN THIS EPISODE-

Ooh coping with the good ol imagination, I’ve been there too pal

YELLOWS MINDSCAPE IS SO CUTE AND I LIKE THE AESTHETIC

“Shy imaginary older brother!” Oh look that’s adorabl- WAIT ISNT THAT GUY FROM THE PILOT?!??

Yellow looks so happy 🥺

WAIT THE TRANSITION THINGY- LIKE THE COMMERCIAL BREAK THING IS ALL QUIET NOW- IM CONCERNED

HSGSGHS YELLOWS BRAIN STUFF IS FUCKING ADORABLE AND THE STYLE IS JUST- SHGSGSGS- I don’t like the tooth or bath though :( OH BUT I LOVE THE WEIRD CAT THING

“Partying up in your head is no way to deal with bad friendships” oh.. it’s.. not?

“They’re not real friends they’re just animation!” ISGSGSHSH SELF AWARENESS

I LOVE SELF AWARENESS 

HSGSGSH NOOOO DONT LET THE WORM GO IN THE CUTE MINDSPACE GET HIM OUT

GOD DAMN IT

OH GOD

I already know where this is headed from personal experience GOD THIS IS A FRIENDSHIP EPISODE, THIS AND FAMILY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE WHOLESOME WHAT THE FUCK- HOW IS DEATH THE MOST WHOLESOMEST EPISODE WEVE SEEN THUS FAR-

I love you Colin but… please don’t get his help

Ughhh the worm is the toxic friend god I knew it uhhhshdh…..

SUSGGSGDHDH HES GETTIBG WORSE HES GETTING WORSE AND ALSO THANK GOD MY PHOBIA OF ELONGATED FACES ISNT ACTING UP-

“Huh. 2 million results.” “That’s too many! Let’s give up!!” Duck and Red are my last two braincells confirmed

WHY IS DUCK BEING SO POLITE- STOP BEING CUTE

“What’s breathing?” …Duck

:((( HES FUCKIING UP THE IMAGINARY WORLD

THE BROTWHR DIED- NOOOOO

YOU BROKE HIM…. AGAIN

Red guy is such a himbo in this series sometimes I love it- 

“My diagnosis is your friend has a worm in his brain!” No shit sherlock

Ough this series even briefly comments on the medical system and how shitty it can be sometimes <333

“Right! Fetch me my gouging tools!” DUCK-

Look at yellow he is happy please don’t dont fuck this up

FUCK OFF WORM GO AWAY

THE RUNNING SEQUENCE OH MY GOD- IM SORRY I LOVE IT-

Oh I’m getting major checkerboard void vibes here- I know it’s not but I’m just getting those vibes

FUCKING GOD DUCKS GOUGING TOOLS- DUCK PLEASE BE CAREFUL-

Duck lowkey just has a wholeass toolkit for torture…. Uhm… duck..?

THE FUCKING WORM IS DISGUSTING LIKE IN THIS PHASE I-

HAHGSGSHHHSHS YESSSSS DUCK KILL IT KILL IT

ITS A WORM A LUTERAL WORM- 

This is like the secondth time I think that Ducks helped one of the trio, more specifically yellow- come on that’s just 🥺💕 they do care sometimes-

PESKY BEE

“Yeah don’t close our tabs!! I want to see that skeleton!” Duck-

Coliinnnnnnn don’t goo :(((

HES AN INVENTOR HES A HOLD ON HEADCANNON PROVEN HEADCANNON PROVEN EVERYONE

“I love you, good bye! :]” B… bye :(( 

HE GLITCHES THROUGH THE DOOR ANOTHER HEADCANNON ANOTHER-

The first bit of the “worm in your brain” song my beloved.. I needed to hear that… 🥺

Red Guy looks so fancy in denim!!

Duck I was expecting something more sentimental I keep on finding out more concerning shit about you please-

PILOT GUY!!!! YELLOWS IMAGINARY BROTHER!!! HSGSGSHDBND!!

THE FUCKING FIGHT OH MY GOD I SHAGGSBAHSHDBDHHDJ

I LOVE THE CHAOTIC YELLING AND THROWING SHIT- ALSO YELLOWS ANGRY EYEBROWS RETURN- I LOVE THAT THERES NO END CREDITS SONG LIKE JUST HEAR THESE THREE DYSFUNCTIONAL FRIENDS FIGHT- Jhagahahahhshhdd

Also the chainsaw after yellow says I’ll kill you concerns me….