#unaware of the way younger generations interact with it

[smokedgastropod]

quick rant, i cannot believe the "the youth doesn't see The Difference between Internet and reality!" is still so common in media

because yes, we can differentiate between what's happening online and offline, it's easy to do so, but those worlds intertwine in our lives to the degree that there's little reason to do that. there's danger in that, absolutely, don't get me wrong. but even if the medium is totally different, the people are the same. and online is "reality", or at least affects our lives in a way that arguing otherwise would require bad faith.

they're correct the internet rots brains, but their work to that conclusion is paved with fear of being left behind and feelings of superiority, and not, you know, understanding of the topic

[takusan-no-ai]

Heart Shaker

PAIRING: Nicole/Anby/Mana x Male Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: They have a crush on (Y/N), Phaethon’s younger brother.

Nicole always had a liking for you; mostly because you’d let her get away with late payments more so than your siblings. She knew of the fact that Belle and Wise kept you unaware of their “other job”. But she never bothered to hide what her job was. You always knew who she was, Nicole often showing off unabashedly.

Being the little brother of Phaethon, even if by only a handful of years, meant that you were the baby of the family. And to Nicole you were exactly that for a while. Though that all changed when she heard you’d found out about Phaethon. Suddenly your personality did a major 180. You became more assertive and mystifying; for the life of her, she couldn’t explain why you were attractive.

It didn’t help that your new attitude led to a weird dynamic between the two of you. You would tease Nicole for being so money hungry, she’d complain about you being stingy, the usual back and forth; then next thing she knows Phaethon’s younger brother is complimenting her new outfit while simultaneously judging her spending habits. All with a smirk on his face.

Nicole could tell there was slightly more aggressiveness behind your actions. She assumed it likely had to do with all the secrecy from everyone, including herself. Before you would patiently follow along with her whims like an obedient child. Now you’re grabbing her hand and leading her towards the store with the best sales.

Nicole ran as fast as she could, a mobster chasing her. Why? She didn’t pay her debts in time and kept coming up with excuses. The rest of Gentle House was busy being pursued too. But poor Nicole couldn’t seem to get the guy off her tail.

Eventually she found herself rounding the corner of Sixth Street when bam! She face planted right onto a young man’s chest. She also felt something hot burn her skin.

Hot coffee. It spilled on her, on the man, and mostly on the mobster chasing her; specifically on his face. She looked up only to lock eyes with (Y/N). The very same who looked down at her with a scowl. His shirt was stained and the little bit of skin she could see was clearly irritated, burning red.

“Nicole���,” he stared down at her. She quickly shot up and grabbed his arm, dragging him away.

“We can talk later! For now let’s go!” And gone like the wind, the pair fleeted to the safe haven that was Random Play. There she finally caught her breath, leaning against the wall.

The rustling sound of fabric drew her eyes towards a sight Nicole would subconsciously store in her memory forever. There stood (Y/N) as he casually stripped off his shirt. His eyes fell over towards Nicole, still agitated.

She sheepishly grinned with a small blush glowing on her face. “Sorry about that—” she didn’t get a chance to even finish her sentence. (Y/N) banged the wall, entrapping Nicole between him, shirtless, with their faces so close she could feel his breath.

His scowl turned into a small smile. It was innocent looking. A stark contrast to his actions. He leaned in closer. Nicole blushed more, bracing for a kiss.

“You owe me a coffee. That’s 1500 dennies. My dry cleaning. Add another 1500. That guy is going to send more of his goons over here. I’ll have to cover for you. Add 2000 dennies. And I’ll add interest depending on how long it takes you pay me back.”

All of that with a smile on his face.

Anby was…aware that you didn’t know of your siblings side job. But she didn’t care much for it. Rather, Anby just liked spending time with you. “Two peas in a pod,” was the general sentiment others had when watching you interact. The comfortable silence as a movie played and burger wrappers piled up. That was your typical way of bonding.

Unfortunately you found out about Phaethon, and that led to a distance forming between you and Anby. She didn’t realize until it happened, but she missed hanging out with the younger brother of Random Play. The loneliness was extreme. It consumed her. And Anby couldn’t understand it. She had Nicole, Billy, Nekomata, and so many others. Yet your existence seemed to have the greatest impact on her.

For a while she couldn’t think properly; her chatter lessened, as did her snacking on burgers. All the movies Anby would watch were sad and she had begun sighing all the time. It was painfully obvious to others that she was upset. But surprisingly it didn’t deter her at all; in fact Anby saw this as the perfect opportunity to confront you.

So she waited quite impatiently for you at Random Play. So much so that Belle and Wise decided to let her sleep on the couch. Eventually you did make leave your room, and it was then that you were tackled back inside by Anby herself. You, slightly shaken up and backed away to the wall. Anby, locking the door and standing before you.

“Anby? What the heck is this about?!” (Y/N) questioned her, startled out of his mind. She marched towards him with a glum expression. Her eyes darted back and forth, not knowing what to look at; she finally got what she wanted, but now what?

She huffed and grabbed (Y/N) by the shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

(Y/N) looked at her bewildered. Anby watched him with bated breath. “For what?”

“For…,” she paused. Why is she apologizing? (Y/N) looked down at Anby, finally piecing it together.

“I’m sorry, Anby. I know you didn’t have anything to do with my sister and brother hiding Phaethon from me. It’s just…I was really…angry. Upset. Even embarrassed to an extent. I didn’t intend to hurt you, but I’m sorry that I did.” He held her in a tight embrace, his breath brushing against her skin.

Now Anby had a new problem. She was happy. Too happy. Her heart was beating fast, her stomach felt all scrunched up, and her face was getting hot. She hugged him back ever so slightly. A small smile forming on both of their faces.

“Want to get some burgers and watch a movie?” (Y/N) suggested. He waited for a response, but never received one. Confused, the young man looked down at Anby. There she clang on tighter than before, eyes closed with a blissful sigh.

(Y/N) nudged her, still confused and slightly blushing himself. “Anby?”

“I like this beat.”

“What beat?”

“Our hearts.”

Mana didn’t know you were even related to Belle and Wise; she thought you were just very close to them. That them calling you “lil bro” was just a term of endearment. That’s how it was for Mana back in her old gang. It wasn’t until you found out about Phaethon that she finally realized. She had begun to think back at all the things she’d said to you.

Safe to say she was pretty embarrassed. Now your confused faces back then make much more sense. “It’s almost like you’re related to them.” “You live with them?!” “You work pretty hard for someone that’s just an employee.” And some more. How come no one told her? Now she felt awkward around you; Mana wasn’t one to trash talk but she did jest about your siblings a lot…what if you were upset at that?

Add on to your new grumpy attitude and new closed off demeanor, there just didn’t seem to be a right time to approach the subject. She didn’t really care much for the Phaethon situation, but she did feel a smidge of guilt; your opinion meant a lot to Mana, and for reasons she couldn’t explain, the thought of you being disappointed in her made her heart break.

She’d pace around Sixth Street with her head in the clouds. Thinking back about all the times you’d spent together: fishing, playing pranks on her fellow Cunning Hares, and just relaxing underneath the sunshine. She already felt like she’d found a home in Gentle House. But when she was around you it felt like even more than that. There was an intense feeling of excitement with you that Billy, Anby, nor Nicole provided.

She kept pacing back and forth in front of Sixth Street so long her paws started to ache. Her ears twitching as her tail swung in frustration. “There’s no way he’s mad about it. Simple jokes are just that. But…ugh! I keep overthinking it.” She crouched down with her hands gripping her hair.

“Why am I overthinking it! We’re just friends—there’s nothing to worry about.” Her heart stung when she thought of that word. Friends. Why did that word hurt so much? And why was she so worried about (Y/N)’s opinion of her? He had other things to do. She probably wasn’t even on his mind…

And now she made herself even more upset. Mana had to fight back her tears. A soft hand patting her head brought Mana back to reality. She jumped backwards in shock, landing on her back and hunching over in pain.

“Nekomata, are you okay?” (Y/N) asked her. She looked up at him with wide eyes. Only to then quickly turn away, wiping her eyes and standing up. Now she felt anxious. (Y/N) grabbed her hand and dragged her inside Random Play.

“Eh? What are you doing?!” She freaked out. Mana didn’t want him touching her hands when they were so sweaty.

“If you keep pacing in front the store you’ll drive away customers.” He chided.

“What customers?” Mana hissed back. She immediately looked down, regretting what she just said. It wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t going to help build the atmosphere she wanted to better understand whatever…this was.

He guided her into the employee lounge, sitting down with her on the couch. She fidgeted next to him with her hands gripping each other tightly. “Hey. I know you’ve been a little…upset. So I—”

“It’s not you. It’s them.” He grumbled softly. Mana smiled happily, her eyes glowing bright.

“Really?! Then we can still be friends?” She asked while shaking his arm. Even though she was happy to not be his source of anger, Mana still hated the way that word made her feel.

(Y/N) shook his head. Mana’s face fell in confusion.

“I don’t want to just be your friend.” He pulled her into his arms and held her softly.

“Even when I was frustrated…the thought of you made it all seem bearable. I want to be with you as more than a friend.” He blushed furiously, never having been this open about his emotions before.

Oh…so thats what this feeling is. That’s why her heart kept breaking. And that’s why it was now beating so fast she was getting lightheaded. Mana’s face resembled (Y/N)’s, and so she chose to hide it on his chest.

“Wha-What makes you think I’ll say y-yes?”

“Because I heard you rambling about me outside Random Play.”

- Fin

[7oji]

imagine you run into an ex-boyfriend after a night out with toji 🎀

◞⁺⊹ toji fushiguro/fem!reader ──── fluff. established relationship. jealous toji ofc. 800+ words.

A sober Toji takes you by the hand to head out of the club after you have had too many drinks. He was having a lot of fun seeing you all red and tipsy, but you would probably blame your hangover on him the next morning.

The deal was that he was supposed to be taking care of you. And he did. He only leaves your side to walk over to the valet.

Those few seconds are enough for your gaze to wander into the crowd before it stops to recognize a guy walking your way.

“That’s my ex...” you blurt out.

Toji returns at the perfect moment to see you tense up. He follows your eyes and his own narrow slightly as he spots a guy your age waving in a friendly manner.

“Is he a problem?” he questions in a low tone, locking his hand around yours.

A bit of alcohol probably drained out of your system, not so much about being trapped without a car and being forced to interact with someone from your past, but more about the fact that Toji grabbed every opportunity to pick out a fight if it was about you. He looked like he enjoyed scaring guys away from your drunk dancing all night.

“He’s okay. We only dated for a while in high school,” you reply after a long breath.

Worried about what you will see in his eyes you avoid looking at him. Instead, he feels a gentle squeeze on the hand before you wave back.

“Heeey,” you greet him as only a drunk girl could. “Long time no see.”

The guy’s expression changes from excitement to a startled look when he notices the large figure beside you.

“This is my husband, Toji,” you introduce him, immediately satisfied at the stunned reaction to that title.

Toji nods at the boy in acknowledgment, ignoring the hand reaching out to him. You swallowed worriedly and try ignoring it too.

A few polite questions are exchanged, all while Toji looks over at the guy with a careful stare, unaware his hand clenched your own in a fist.

“I’m glad you are doing okay,” you finally say after spotting the valet coming closer with your car. “And this was nice, but we really need to go! We have to get back to our kid.”

Easy like that, Toji’s demeanor becomes just a little more serene at the mention of your boy.

You make your way to the car, nudging Toji’s hand in an attempt to stop him from doing much else, but he manages to give the guy a last look with his mouth curling into a mean smile.

“Take care,” he says in a tone that made everyone question if it really was a well-wished farewell.

Your husband turns around to get the keys from the valet. He takes his wallet out and offers the worker a chunk of bills that was large enough to make all people around notice his generous tip.

Toji finally gets into the car in a seemingly carefree manner but finds you already inside trying to contain your laughter.

“What?” he raises his brow.

“You really have a way of making guys sweat, you know?”

He snickers at your words. Not a hint of remorse in sight.

“I suppose I just have a way with people.”

“Oh man, so many memories are coming back…” You give a final breath of relief as you slump on the co-pilot seat.

“Yeah, I’m sure you had plenty of guys following your trail,” he huffs playfully while starting the car. “You were probably one of the prettiest girls in school, right?”

Probably because of the alcohol, but a wistful gleam appears in your eyes.

“Yeah, right. I was lucky to even get that guy as a date for prom.” Remembering how you felt about yourself during those years put you in a sentimental mood, more so in your current state. “You probably wouldn’t even have looked my way back then.”

Toji chuckles when he finally understands why that guy back there had a stupid look on his face when seeing you. It also explains why you didn’t keep pictures of that time, or at least showed them to him.

A bit of nostalgia spreads across his own face as he goes back to his younger days as well. But one look your way makes an affectionate glow replace the melancholy in his eyes. You were a beautiful woman now, and you got all dressed up for him tonight.

“You’re crazy. I would have noticed you instantly back then,” his smile grows a little kinder the more he speaks. “I’ve always been an expert at picking out hidden jewels.”

If you had each other back then, maybe things would have turned out differently. Or maybe not, but you were grateful to be together now. Dewy-eyed at the thoughts, you lean into his side.

“You always know the right thing to say,” your words come out slurred by this time. You start to doze off right then and there.

Toji chuckles and places a kiss on the top of your head before starting the drive back home.

[sparxyv]

Mousey Student ID 💙🐭

NOW 😏 time for Mousey's official introduction.. get ready for another huge infodump! (this one's even longer than Milena's I'm so sorry 😭😭)

Template by @kiwiplaetzchen !!! (Thank you again 😙🫶)

Family

Mousey is the youngest of four brothers. Clyde, Lachlan, and Magnus.

His three big brothers have long since moved out of the McGregor house, going on to become very successful each in their own ways. They were all sorted into Ravenclaw, and were all part of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team at some point in time.

Mousey's mother - Florence McGregor (née Prewett) - is Leander Prewett's father's sister (so Leander's aunt lol). She was sorted into Gryffindor!

Mousey's father - Fergus McGregor - was sorted into Slytherin when he attended Hogwarts. Naturally, he is very prideful and ambitious - oftentimes (accidentally) placing pressure on his sons to pursue things that are not in their interest to impact the family legacy in a meaningful way. Fergus genuinely cares for his sons, he's just unaware of the effect his words have on their psyche. 🙁

Fergus McGregor was a keeper for the Montrose Magpies for 3 years before Magnus was born, and after that he decided to settle down for good. Quidditch was his passion, and he was ecstatic when all his sons shared the same love for it.

The McGregors have resided in Irondale for generations! They have a quite small house for a large family - but fret not, it's bigger than it looks on the outside.

Mousey is 5 years younger than the brother closest in age to him - Clyde - while his three older brothers are each only about two years apart from each other. This feeds into Mousey feeling like an outcast in his own family. (Clyde - 20, Lachlan - 22, Magnus - 24)

Life Before Fifth Year

Growing up, Mousey had always been an exceptionally anxious AND impulsively loud child, so he found it was a miracle he made friends with Anne Sallow during his first week at Hogwarts. Anne was always terribly kind to him, helping him out when he needed a shoulder to lean on, giving him lots of encouragement - which he so desperately needed. Anne, being extremely mischievous, self-confident, and empathetic, she made the perfect best friend for Mousey.

Mousey wasn't exactly a permanent addition to the Sallow Twins and Ominis' little group, but they would hang out with Mousey more often than not. Up until fourth year, they were practically his only friends. (We'll get to this in a bit.. 😙)

In order to impress his father - Mousey started training on a broom as soon as he first attended Hogwarts, but his heart was only half in it. Although he was very talented with a broom, it was never a true passion of his.

Speaking of Mousey's true passion - he is deeply fascinated by wandlore/craft. Ever since he recieved his first book on wandcraft at the age of seven, he quickly became entranced by it. Mousey absorbed all the information he possibly could and constantly visited Ollivanders in Hogsmeade in his free time once he was allowed to by the school.

Sometime at the start of fourth-year Sebastian and Mousey got into a HUGE argument that quickly ended their friendship. After this argument occured, Sebastian practically banned Anne and Ominis from speaking or interacting with Mousey in any way out of sheer pettiness 😒. Mousey was heartbroken. While he would swear up and down it did not affect him, he genuinely loved Sebastian, Anne, and Ominis.. losing their friendship was difficult on him. Although, sadness quickly turned to anger and he held a big grudge against Sebastian. After the big fallout, he vowed he didn't need them - immediately going on a quest to make as many friends as possible. And ultimately, he did.. but it never felt the same.

Relationships

Like Milena, I'm planning on creating a separate series of posts going more in-depth with his relationships w/ characters - so take this list of his closest friends!

Ominis Gaunt

Anne Sallow

Milena Chase

Amit Thakkar

Everett Clopton

Andrew Larson

Samantha Dale

Duncan Hobhouse

Garreth Weasley

Leander Prewett

Eric Northcott

Poppy Sweeting

Arthur Plummly

Unnamed Students

Personality

MBTI - ENFP-T

Alignment - Chaotic Neutral

Mousey is a complicated type of extrovert. He grew up constantly fighting for attention - he learned quickly that he needed to be loud and to stand out to be seen. Mousey is the type of person to only want a few close friends, but a large circle. He loves socializing with everyone, typically coming off as very cheery and playful, yet more snarky + sarcastic with people he's more comfortable with. However, he's also very anxious. He's quite the overthinker - yet never exactly thinks ANYTHING through at the same time. He's the epitome of impulsivity.

In addition to him being anxious - Mousey cares too much of what other people think of him, especially the people he loves/looks up to. He finds himself constantly trying to impress his friends and family because he craves external validation to feel good about himself.

Mousey is very sensitive, but can oftentimes be seen as apathetic when it comes to heated moments. He's very much controlled by his emotions and feelings, which has put a strain in a lot of his relationships. Mousey feels emotions more intensely than most of his peers, his mood also being affected by the people around him. (Although when he's not blinded by his own feelings, he is actually very sweet and caring person. 😞)

If there was one word to describe Mousey - NOSY. As a Ravenclaw, he's obviously inclined to want to know as much as he can about anything. With that being said, he's a NASTY gossip. Mousey knows everything about everyone, always around and listening in the background.. 😊

Just like how it is in other parts of Mousey's life, he feels that he's an outlier in his Hogwarts House. Other than being curious and passionate about learning, he isn't as clever as other Ravenclaws - not great at riddles, oftentimes having trouble even entering the common room. So he tries his best to make the best of it, befriending his housemates, joining the quidditch team, etc.

When it comes to being active, he can make an exception for Quidditch - for his father - but other than that, he HATES physical activity. Unfortunately he's a bit on the cowardly side as well. He could be reckless and get a burst of confidence, but in general Mousey is terrified of dueling, sharp things, large creatures, and especially cats. You wouldn't usually catch him out in the Forbidden Forest, or in any of the hamlets far from Irondale.

Additional Fun Facts!

The only people who don't refer to him as 'Mousey' would be Ominis, Imelda, and Milena - all for different reasons.

Mousey actually likes his nickname, not minding it one bit - although, he doesn't remember how he got it.. but even the teachers have called him Mousey since his first year.

He used to have very prominent buck teeth up until he was 13, having them magically fixed (by Anne Sallow) after his big brother Clyde had made fun of them.

Mousey is the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain and Keeper in sixth-year! 💙

Other than Sebastian, his nemesis at Hogwarts is Charlotte Morrison (whom Milena actually made friends with???). She just really irritates him in a way he can't describe. The feeling is mutual.

He is very close with a lot of the teachers, most notably Professor Fig and Professor Garlick.

Mousey makes wood-carving animals representing the people he loves, and keeps them in his dorm. (Some would be: Ominis - Bat, Anne - Fox, Sebastian - Snake, and the newest addition.. Milena - Eagle 💜 I like to imagine Mousey came to terms with his and Milena's friendship at one point and secretly made her little animal to keep 🥹) No one knows the meanings behind the animals but him. They are his to keep and to protect.

Bi icon 💙💜🩷

Had a crush on Adelaide Oakes in third-year. (his type is blondes I guess?)

Was nearly sorted into Slytherin, but the hat changed it's mind at the last second.

Raphael is the only feline that tolerates Mousey. (And vice versa)

Knows about the Undercroft.

[number1greedlingfan]

Headcanons that are meaningless to everyone but me (or extremely niche inside jokes formed by my friend group)

Hawkeye finds pleasantries, mostly "hello"s and "goodbye"s, pointless and kind of annoying. She'll sometimes engage in them in person but never over the phone. She often hangs up while the other person is mid "bye".

Havoc's "tried and true" opener on dates is that he prefers rainy weather because he, quote, "loves to curl up by the window with a good book and some tea". This is not only a bold-faced lie, but it hasn't helped him get past the first date so it's not any more effective than his other lines.

Fuery pulls more women than Havoc does (not that there was any competition lmao) but he is somehow unaware of this.

Mustang's singular hobby that he does purely for fun is building model ships. His only social interaction is with his coworkers because he does not have any other friends.

Ed thinks Winry is cooped up in her shop all day and all night but that's literally only when he shows up because he DOES IT UNANNOUNCED!! Winry has a thriving social life both in Resembool and Rush Valley. She knows every single person in Resembool and keeps tabs on the neighbors. She's invited to dinners and group outings all the time. People mourned when she moved to RV. Within a month of working at Garfiel's, she'd already met most of the people on the street and she remembers most of their names.

Because of her interests, it's often assumed that Winry is a "not like other girls" type but she is the exact opposite. If you say a single misogynistic thing about other girls' interests (like astrology or pop music) on a first date she is getting up and leaving.

Ling is hypermobile and can bend his hands like this️ ⬇️ as well as do things like back bends and pulling his shoulders out of their sockets. When he was younger he would go up to literally anyone (family members, visiting officials, perfect strangers) and ask if they wanted to see him pull his shoulder out and then not wait for an answer.

Ling's favorite fruit is mango. When he was seven he refused to eat anything but that and had so many that he threw up at a family function. (Mangos were ruined for him for two years.)

Lan Fan does not get sick often but when she does It's Bad and she's taken out for a week or more. When she was younger and delirious with fever, she started distressedly mumbling that she was turning into a cookie. Nothing would convince her otherwise (Fu tried everything). In the end, they had to get Ling to help and he calmed her down in seconds by saying "there are no crumbs so I think you're probably okay".

This is a small one: Lan Fan is on the ace spectrum.

When Mei cooks for other people she makes it as cute as humanly possible. Everything that can have a smiley face or heart on it will. Side note, Al and Mei are 100% a couple that cooks together.

Mei is a little bit fujopilled. You understand.

While he seems shady as hell, Greed's rap sheet is actually pathetically small. The worst crime he's ever committed is, of course, the single instance of kidnapping that we saw on screen.

Greed doesn't understand electricity. He thinks it's powered by electric eels ("eelectricity") and has numerous drawings in his diaries theorizing on the mechanics of these machines. Ex: A generator that has an eel tank with a water wheel inside of it. The drawing is accented with large arrows and question marks and "HOW DOES IT WORK"s. That being said! He's not stupid in all academics. Give this guy some numbers and put it in a financial context and he can calculate anything.

Greed likes the "finer things" but he also has bad taste and sometimes these clash horribly. Is the furniture in his home expensive? Yes. Does any of it match in any conceivable way? Fuck no. Also that nice walnut hutch that cost 1.5K is used solely to display his novelty bong collection.

Heinkel and Darius only became close and discovered the other was gay because of the Camping Trip. So,

[starscream-is-my-wife]

I am constantly rotating your documentary au in my mind it's such a fun idea. Since Ratchet has been assumed to be a teen mom, are the humans also concluding Optimus is the teen dad? Or are they thinking its a "I'm not the step dad, I'm the dad that stepped up" sort of situation? I wonder what sort of further misunderstandings are going to happen with the one sided communication and the assumptions made about our delightful trio and Cybertronians as a whole.

The town is mostly thinking that Orion is around the same age by the way he acts sometimes, even if he's a bit scary, he has a young dad goofiness to him, especally compared to Ratchets grumpyness. Although since the two humans reporting on them are biased and are also young adults, there's probably different rumors about them to other crowds

There's people who thinks Bee was the child of only one of them and the other was like, a coworker or a family friend that got caught in the crash because of how unrelated he looks to the both of them, adoption was also a possibility but Angel and Truck King havent been seen together too much, and when they are only few see it, most people haven't seen them close to each other at all

Generally, everyone thinks that Bee is Ratchets kid and whether OP is biologicaly the dad is in the air, due to Bee and Ratchet seemingly being a lot closer (OP has just been taking up more dangerous construction jobs for a building so Bee hangs out with Ratchet more)

The ones most invested in the bots do think that they're a young family, with such a positive view on them they're also the most ballsy with talking to them, if someone was skeptical they try to avoid them

But after that last interaction with the guy flirting with Angel it definitely solidified that those two are involved at least, now that the 'Angel is a young mom' rumor has been floating around, the people who think that Truck King is not the bio father is wondering 'is there a deadbeat big yellow dad who wasn't treating her right and now good man Truck King has snatched her away? Or is Angel just unfaithful? It looked like Truck King was unaware of her fans and she even fought him so the guy could get away!' Of course nobody would ever bring this up to any of the bots... or their fans

Alot of information comes from Zekes mouth, the big rumors start here because while he doesn't say anything public with none of them there to respect the bots privacy, its also really hard to not tell your other friends about the robots who you get to hang out with as part as your job (park ranger) but now your friends have the perfect combo of vaugeness and details to go wild with rumors.

So while most of the town (at least the younger population) loves the drama, a part still wants some actual evidence that arent from some 19 year olds mouth, like the only seen evidence that the bots are a family before is that "It looks like a man, woman, and child robot"

Zeke also mostly reports on rumors that are notable (or at least he thinks are) so heres some crazy ones:

The robots are government spies that look like a cute family to get our guards down

The bots are actually a cursed family and we're normal people until they angered a wizard

The bots were sent by God as a test for something

The bots are escaped experiments from the Canadian government

Pete is a super villian creating these bots in his basement in preparation for world domination

The bots not only eat energy, but they also eat souls and are marinating us slowly

These damn bots are here stealing our jobs, we gotta deport them back to space before more come

[peachhcs]

hughes brothers just seeing sam and will acting all couply and seeing how much the two are really in love

watching their baby sister fall in love

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

summary: the hughes brothers realize their baby sister finally found the guy for her + watch her fall in love

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this request was so cutie and i enjoyed writing it :) pls send it anymore requests you guys have for samy and will!

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for some reason, the hughes brothers never saw their baby sister's relationship with will coming except luke who was the one still around as the feelings grew and the relationship developed—of course he picked up on all of the signs the younger smith sibling gave samy. him and will were almost the same age, so the teenage pining was all too familiar to the middle hughes.

quinn and jack on the other hand? oh forget about them knowing until the summer they came home after samy finished up her senior year. with them being away for most of the year, they missed every single gaze, touch, and stolen glances between the teenagers as the year went on. plus, luke's not one to talk about his crushes in general, so why would he mention anything about his sister's love life to the two older siblings?

the entire relationship left all three of them speechless when it finally happened. watching samy and will interact at the draft in nashville was the brothers' first indication something was happening. they looked way too close than usual considering will's always been attached to luke or jack growing up. he'd just naturally gravitate towards the boys as they grew up in the summer months together pushing each other off the dock, having diving competitions, and playing hockey in the driveway. neither jack nor luke noticed will slowly attaching himself to their sister instead as the years went on.

when samy and will's first date came a month later, the boys were skeptical. of course they knew will and how he was the sweetest soul on the planet—it was their older brother instincts kicking in. samy was their baby sister and it took a certain guy to be the right one for her and neither of the brothers wanted her to get hurt. sure, will was family, but that didn't mean he couldn't fuck something up.

their teasing was relentless before they let the young couple leave, but really it was all a tactic to see how well will held up under this new dynamic.

"can you guys shut up?" samy eyed luke standing against the wall before glancing at their mom for help.

"what? we're just saying. mom never let us go out to ann arbor by ourselves when we were yoyr age," jack piped in from the couch. will stood beside samy in a nervous mess, unaware of the brothers (mostly jack and luke) eyeing him down.

"guys, just cool it, okay? let your sister be," jim stepped in because he was probably the only one that could shut jack and luke up. the boys shut their mouths after that and samy dragged will out of the house before anymore comments could be made.

"seriously?" ellen eyed her boys.

"what? we gotta poke fun at her too," luke defended.

"you were gonna give will a nervous breakdown," the older woman rolled her eyes.

"it's nothing he hasn't heard before. just gotta make sure he's up to our standards for our sister," jack shrugged.

they were still up when samy came back through the door at around 10:30. they all perked up when she walked into the kitchen with the biggest smile on her lips.

"someone's smiley," jack commented.

"maybe it's too early to say this, but i really think it's gonna work out between us. at least, i really hope it does," samy gushed, a lovesick expression on her features that her brothers had never seen before.

her words turned a gear in their brains. they've never heard her talk about a guy like that before nor had they seen a look like that on her face after she came back from a date. that stuck out to them and for a split second, they thought that maybe will was the right guy for her. maybe.

the start of the new school year had the hughes siblings breaking up until summer again. samy headed off to umich for her first semester, luke flew out to jersey with jack to really begin his rookie year, and quinn headed back out west to vancouver—a captaincy in his near future. with the brothers not there, they didn't see the development of will and samy's new relationship. yes, the siblings were close, but there were some things they didn't talk about in detail with one another. one of them being their relationships and love life.

anytime the youngest hughes was on facetime with her brothers, she only briefly mentioned will and they also never really asked. when summer quickly came back around and the gang reunited, they were still skeptical of will. was he really the guy for samy? was he becoming like every other jerk hockey player the boys knew all too well because well, they were once that guy too.

their relationship was approaching one year and the brothers finally got to see and understand that yes, will was the perfect guy for their sister.

lazy lake days were everyone's favorites because people went and did their own thing whether it was nap all day, tan, or just mess around. luke immersed himself with a conversation with some of his old umich friends. ethan and mark yapped on and on about their hockey season while luke chimed in with details from his rookie year. the boy missed being in michigan everyday, but he was glad he could reconnect with everyone during the summer months for a few weeks.

after awhile, luke needed to go inside to get a new drink. he nodded to some of his brother's friends on his way up the yard before sliding the glass doors open. relief filled his body as the cold ac air hit his skin and cooled him down from the burning 90 degree temperatures outside. he was about to head back outside until voices caught his attention in the living room.

he shuffled that way, not quite recognizing who was talking until he saw the faces. luke met samy and will's friends a few times, but he didn't know them that well. two boys stood by the couch snickering to one another with their phone cameras out. luke raised his eyebrow, trying to peer over them to see what had their attention.

he finally spotted his sister and will curled up on the couch together. samy's head was tucked into the crook of will's neck while his own head laid atop hers. her legs were thrown over his lap and his arm draped over her shoulders. seeing them in that position was still so foreign to the middle hughes.

"gonna have a whole album by the time summer's over," luke was pretty sure his name was ryan. ryan showed him the photo album on his phone titled smitty's so whippedwhich made luke laugh.

"god, they were so insufferable over the phone and even worse in person," gabe teased.

"will was always calling samy like at any chance he got. pretty sure we tried throwing will's phone out the window one time because he wouldn't stop calling her," ryan snickered.

luke's expression settled a bit the more he stared at his sister and will. it almost softened for a second thinking about will constantly calling her to hear her voice. that wasn't something a jerky hockey player did, luke thought in his head.

"they were annoying, but it was cute i suppose. never seen smitty act like this before, it's kind of nice seeing a different side of him," gabe added with a tiny smile.

the boys' words left luke thinking. he thought back to when samy came home after their first date last year and the look on her face he'd never seen before. hearing about will's change too made the hughes brother think maybe will wasn't like every other guy.

later that day, luke crowded around the kitchen island with quinn and jack as the three discussed when they wanted to go golfing and if they wanted to invite anyone. samy shuffled into the kitchen, sleep laced in her eyes still with will right behind her.

"morning," luke laughed a little seeing his sister.

"morning," the girl grumbled back obviously not in the mood for any teasing.

"heard you two had a pretty sound nap," jack chuckled.

"yeah, it was really nice actually. thanks for asking," samy's voice dripped with sarcasm towards her brother.

"jeez, someone's grumpy," the older brunette laughed which made quinn and luke chuckle too. all samy did was give him the middle finger as she bent down to pick up the bottle cap she dropped.

instinctively, will wrapped his hand around the counter edge so samy wouldn't hit her head when she came back up. the gesture went unnoticed by samy since it was in will's second nature to just do that, but the brothers saw it very clearly. they saw how will didn't even think when he did it, he just did.

neither of them mentioned it when they left, but all three of them thought about the gesture for awhile after.

jack wasn't good at falling asleep. his parents liked calling him the night owl in the family since they could never put him down for bed. he'd just jump right back up, his energy bursting to get out.

the middle hughes tiptoed around the guys asleep on air mattresses scattered across the house. he thought maybe some food could make him sleepy, so he started searching the fridge for a snack.

the guy didn't notice samy and will until he let his gaze drift to the backyard while he cut up some apples. his eyes stopped on the gently swinging hammock on the deck and the two people inside. he immediately recognized samy's frizzy curls—very much taking after luke with that gene.

jack wasn't meaning to be creepy, but he crept a bit closer to the back doors to get a better look. will's arm was draped around her shoulder and samy's head was on his chest. he could hear their faint voices through the door and small giggles at whatever they were talking about.

the older brunette smiled to himself briefly before a few tears edged their way to jack's eyes. seeing his sister in love was not something he thought would make him emotional, but after watching her grow up, it all felt bittersweet in jack's mind.

he was always the one samy would go to first after luke if she needed something. he was closer to her age and while she didn't think quinn couldn't give advice, he was six years older. jack and luke were and have always been samy's go to's. jack was emotional in the fact that his baby sister finally found someone who sat in a hammock with her late at night to look at the stars—especially someone she already knew so well.

he left them be after he cut up his apples, retreating back to his room where he'd go to sleep knowing samy was in the right hands.

water guns were most definitely the worst investment for the lake house. the hockey boys went crazy with them full and armed like they were going to squirt anyone who walked by them. somehow, some of the guys and the girls managed to get themselves into a mini water gun fight.

gabe and ryan teamed up against samy and hannah originally. their squealing caught the attention of some of the other guys who quickly ran to join gabe and ryan against the girls. rutger aided in throwing water balloons at them while mark and moldy chased them with water buckets. poor samy and hannah were severely out numbered.

"hey! you can't run forever!" moldy yelled as he chased after the youngest hughes with an entire bucket of water.

"i can and i will!" samy yelled back at him. the brothers found it amusing and endearing that a lot of their friends saw samy as their own little sister they could constantly tease.

will walked onto the deck where samy immediately ran to him as a shield. the blonde grew confused before he saw nick with the largest water bucket he'd ever seen.

"hey, woah. you can't dump that on me," will said as he held his arm out, shielding samy from the impending water.

"i will if you don't move so i can get samy," moldy laughed.

"i'm not a part of this, so technically, i'm a safe spot," will tried negotiating.

"i'm not sure it works like that, smitty. she runs to you, you're on her side," nick shrugged, smirking still.

"get her!" mark yelled as he ran towards the deck with his own water bucket. nick took that as a signal he could dump his water.

samy screamed as will quickly shoved her out of the way and took the hit as two buckets of water drenched him from head to toe. the boys broke out into laughter while samy stared in disbelief that her boyfriend was now dripping wet and she was perfectly dry.

"oh shit. i'm sorry will," the girl couldn't hold her giggles as she covered her mouth.

the blonde shook his hair out like a dog before breaking a tiny smile. "you're taking the hit next time," he mumbled, placing a chaste kiss to her lips.

quinn, jack, and luke had watched the entire interaction from where they sat together at their fire pit. the three of them were laughing watching poor will get soaked for samy.

"he's so whipped if he just took two buckets of water for her," jack mumbled with a smile.

luke and quinn looked his way. it was the first time one of them had ever said something about samy and will to one another since their entire relationship started.

"they're cute. makes me miss being a teenager in love," quinn muttered. "plus, i've never seen her so happy before nor have i seen will so happy either," the oldest hughes added.

their eyes flicked back towards the couple where will was now trying to dry himself off.

"it's a good look for them, isn't it?" luke said after a moment.

"she's happy. like really happy," jack nodded.

"i think he really cares about her. he's definitely sticking around," luke said.

"i mean wasn't he already? he's like family," jack laughed making quinn laugh too.

"i'm just happy she's found someone. i totally saw it coming by the way, so you all owe me still," luke muttered and the brothers rolled their eyes.

[bloodyyconverse]

Emeritus bloodline headcanons

OKAY no one is going to see this post but I'm going to make it anyway for future reference. This is all just how I generally write the family lore, since it's all whatever-the-fuck and up to the writer. Long ass post where I ramble about the Papas and Sister because AUGH

Okay, to preface, I write the Emeritus bloodline as partially demonic. Concentration varies because I am indecisive. But Nihil has fairly blatant demonic traits, both visually and biologically (sharp teeth, pointed ears, he could probably eat raw meat without issue, strange behaviors, etc.), and these end up passing on to his awful sons.

Primo, Secondo, and Copia (and presumably Perpetua, but we don't know much on him yet) are all the kids of Sister and Nihil. They were mutually kind of awful for each other (which I can touch on later) but would NOT leave the relationship alone and got back together a few times. Nihil was fully aware I and II were his, and he raised them (read: Primo raised Secondo). Copia, however, was raised by Sister and Nihil was pretty much entirely unaware that the little rat bastard was his. I'm currently fully prepared for Perpetua to have pretty much the same story, but I'm holding off for now.

Terzo's mother was outside of the church, and while she chose to carry him, she wasn't too keen on keeping this kid when he turned out to be a little freak (aka, also demonic like his father). So, Nihil ends up raising Terzo (again, read: Primo/Secondo raise Terzo). Imperator is especially a bitch to Terzo because of the turmoil that led to him and the fact he isn't hers; she can't help but view him as existing out of Nihil's spite.

Importantly, Terzo and Copia are the closest in age, rather than II and III being the closest. This is important TO ME because I like having Terzo and Copia be fairly close emotionally and it's just easier to pull off this way.

I pretty consistently write Copia as FTM and plan on keeping it that way, but the age he comes out/transitions varies. I'd say he's usually socially transitioned before he's a teenager, though. He's close to Terzo when they're young, and they spend a good amount of time together.

Primo is unsettling and fucked up and sort of feral because he was supposed to be the antichrist. He's well-educated and can be polite and normal, but inevitably he's very in tune with whatever Evil Genes he has, and I firmly believe he has eaten human meat before. He's a calm figure until he's eating raw meat and snarling. He gets along well with ghouls, at least. Primo distances himself from his father (and mother) as soon as he gets the chance, and only truly interacts with his younger brothers.

Secondo is a good medium between Primo and Terzo. He's still fucked up, he's tasted blood, but he is also pretty normal. He is emotionally hard to read and has a lot of turmoil. He's a strong figure to cover up just how upset he tends to be. He is far more bitter towards their parents than Primo and tends to be stubborn and firm in his plans and desires just to piss them off.

Terzo, on the other hand, loves their father to death. Despite being raised by his brothers, he seeks out Nihil's approval any chance he gets. He's visually as demonic as the others (which is to say, just enough to give someone an uneasy feeling about his strange traits), but behaviorally much more normal. He has done everything in his power to be perfect. He wants to be the best he can be so he can impress their father. He is crushed when he's dragged off the stage, because it truly does mean he was never actually good enough.

Copia is where things get tricky, because I'm a HUGE antichrist!Copia fan. It's true to ME. So, he doesn't seem to have overt demonic features until he's begun climbing the ranks and getting more influence.

ANYWAY. Unfortunately, Sister wasn't much of a better parent than Nihil. While Nihil was absent, Sister was doing all she could to keep Copia firmly under her thumb. C is convinced at some point that he is incapable without her -- he's clumsy and anxious and unsure and therefore surely he's no good at any job he's given. He doesn't realize half of this is because he was raised to behave that way, so that when he becomes Papa she won't have to worry about him rebelling the way Terzo or Secondo had. This continues into her refusal of acknowledging his proper titles and such.

Everyone's ages vary, since.. the new timeline doesn't quite line up in a way that makes sense. Which is fine, because it's a silly ass band that doesn't NEED lore, it's all for fun. FORGIVE ME I am about to ramble. In RHRN, Nihil says he is "almost 80". So at the oldest, he could be 79. That would make him 24 in the Go-Goat video. He could be anywhere from 20-24 in 1969. And while C being in his 50s and being born soon after that would make sense for his canon lore... it doesn't really factor in the three older brothers. Even if Primo was born a couple years beforehand when Nihil was possibly 19 or so, he would still only be in his 40s when he was the frontman, which wouldn't line up with the clearly 60+ y/o dude he was. There's no way he and Nihil are that close in age, so you just gotta trust me when I bullshit ages and times. For the sake of my own plot and being sort-of cohesive, Primo is usually in his early 50s, Secondo his early 40s, Terzo his early 30s... maybe you smell a pattern. Copia would be in his late 20s to be near Ter's age (at the time of the Papas's executions). I believe he begins greying in his late 30s from stress. He learns these men were his brothers, and they're all dead. He watches Nihil, his father, die. He is being suffocated by Sister so she can fully control the church however she likes. He watches her die too. And after all his accomplishments... He is still regarded as a failure. It would drive any man to start stressing the fuck out.

Anyway, there's my rambling for whenever I need it. I'll add on to this post whenever necessary. Or rewrite it.

[wyrm-with-a-what-the-fuck]

hi it's the previous anon who sent the hammer time ask. Is it a ask if I'm just aggressively screaming at you about horny truck? Idk but that'd what tumblr calls it. I will once again apologize in advance as this may also be a long ramble and incoherent but I have an idea that I have got to share with someone or I will explode. Still very shy bout writing spicy stuff so I apologize again if it's awkward at all. I just apologize in general.

Ok so this follows up on the idea of, due to Magnus being along for God knows how long without another bot to interact with, he's clingy and whatnot with his fellow autobots. Most of the time it shows itself as him following around someone (optimus) or frequently asking bots how's progress going on one thing or another. He wants to get attention from the others but he's a goddamn commander and it's war and yada yada so he will never admit that he's actively seeking out attention and affection.

Like in the last post, he gets his fill of platonic affection. He warms up to the younger bots and reluctantly admits he cares for the humans so he's less clingy and is quite satisfied. Now, the attention he is getting is verbal, mainly in the form of compliments or reassurances. I like to imagine magnus is very picky when it comes to touch and only allows brief, fleeting touches that are on places like the shoulder. So while he got his fill of verbal attention, he still silently craves physical attention.

This, of course, manifests itself in two ways. The first way is just being more affectionate with others. He looks at his wreckers hugging and nudging and shoving and begins to slowly try to do the same. It is not nearly on the same level but he's figuring out ways to interact with his own in a way they understand. Bulkhead is honored and wheeljack climbed a mountain because he's convinced magnus was replaced with a shapeshifter cuz what the fuck magnus showed him affection?? Nah man it's a spy.

So, like before, Magnus is eventually able to fill his desire for platonic touch too. Yet, annoyingly, a nagging part of him is still very unhappy and unsatisfied. He's tried to ignore the feeling for a long time, but eventually he has to confront the fact that he is, in fact, really horny. It's horrifying and embarrassing because really?! He's a grown mech in a war that's heavily respected and feared and one of his biggest problems as of now is arousal? Being magnus, he never tells anyone about the little issue. Until it bites him in the ass.

So megatron fucking dies and cybertrons restored and whatever and now that everything is somewhat peaceful and less chaotic Ratchet wants to give magnus a thorough examination that he was unable to do back on earth with his shit equipment. Magnus, respecting authority and absolutely not going to say no to the notoriously grumpy doctor, agrees despite having some initial reservations.

The two go to wherever the hell the nemesis has its little medical bay at and the two get settled in. Magnus is on the medical berth and Ratchet is doing doctor shit and probing around, pushing on wires or whatever to see if there's any stiffness or pain. At first, Magnus is unfazed by the touches, as he's able to rationalize that's its basic procedure. But since he's way overdue for a check up Ratchet makes sure to check every single inch of Magnus.

Ratchet reaches Magnus' finials and starts to feel around, making sure there's no damage. Ratchet, either blissfully unaware or just not caring, completely misses out on Magnus' increasing arousal. I like to imagine that the finials and crests and whatever are really sensitive and are erogenous areas. So Magnus is sitting there in aroused agony as one of his most sensitive spots is finally being touched after a long ass time. He is mortified as he knows ratchet is just doing his job and did not ask for a horny semi truck so Magnus remains as calm as he can while Ratchet moves on to other parts of his body.

Unfortunately or fortunately, magnus' arousal does not fade and instead increases as ratchet begins to touch other parts of him that normally would not at all be sensitive but now are due to his aroused state. Ratchet is oblivious to the way magnus is suffering due to trying to quiet himself and hide his arousal. He thinks he's doing well so far until ratchet asks him to open his array as he needs to make sure that everything is alright down there.

A moment passes where magnus essentially blue screens because what. What do you mean the grumpy hot old medic asked him to open his panels. If he was in a clearer state of mind he would've realized sooner that this was simply for medical purposes but poor man is far to horny for rational thought. When the panels still remain shut ratchet asks again and clarifies why exactly the panels need to open.

Magnus gets his head out of the gutter at that and agrees to open his panel. As he runs the command that opens the panels he is reminded of a small problem. You see, naturally when you are aroused, your body will show signs. And in his case, his erect spike and wet valve were some pretty big indicators of what was currently going through his head.

Ratchet was expecting many things but to see aroused truck dick and pussy was definitely not one of them. He is used to the typical discomfort of the patient as it is rather embarrassing to show someone who's not your lover or even close to you your junk. And with magnus' usual attitude Ratchet was definitely expecting magnus to be one of the more timid or shy bots that would want to get it over as quick as possible. So seeing the usually stern and stubborn magnus being aroused due to his action may or may not have activated a feral part of his mind.

Im getting tired and this is getting far too long so to cut it short all you need to know is that Magnus limps out of that medical bay a flustered mess who is still overheating to what the medic did to him. And said medic is walking with pride as he wears a smug grin on his face. His face may also have a smear of some mystery fluid but hey a medics gotta do what a medics gotta do.

If you don't mind I may finish this stupid little scenario on a later date as I have many thoughts as to what Ratchet can do to thoroughly wreck magnus. I'm still so sorry for how much I yap but these stupid old gay men are rotating in my brain 24/7. Also I know that Magnus/Ratchet is such a wild pair but you gotta hear me out please. There ship name could be magnet and I personally think that is reason enough.

(Also, as a side idea, if you personally imagine magnus and optimus to be brothers like I do, this gets ten times funnier because what do you mean optimus' oldest friend just fucked his brother. Bro you can't do that?? Bro what the fuck??? Even funnier if you imagine optimus going "Ratchet, you alright? You are acting strangely." and Ratchet just fuckin goes "yea no worries I just absolutely railed your brother.")

((I need to be muzzled why must I type so much))

Dude we gotta fuck that truck. I need to touch his finals until he’s whimpering. Anon. We need to muzzle magnus. That doctor needs to fuck his patient. Right now.

[psychotic-nonsense]

[ Vecna's Generals AU Masterpost ]

Under Vecna and The Board, the creatures of the Upside Down are forced to be ruthless, mindless, killing servants. Their only motive is to attack and consume at their Lord's order.

When under The Imprisoned, however, there's a lot more leniency. The Imprisoned don't have the mental - or immoral - capacity to control the creatures in such a way. This leads to the creatures having a lot more freedom in their lives, and a select few even regaining some personality in the light away from Vecna's darkness. Bound to humans, this has manifested in a human-like personality.

Each of the Democreature leaders have found that one (or three) of their creatures stand out especially so. They've each dubbed these their "second-in-command(s)," in hopes to lighten the load of their turmoil.

Heinrich the Demobat)

Dubbed with masculine traits. Confident and boastful, smart but childish in nature. Takes after his leader a lot, chatty and restless whilst in the Imprisoned's cave. Prefers to "speak" aloud rather than through the telepathic link all the Upside Down creature leaders have with their species. Was actually the Demobat to figure out the crack in the trailer's defenses at the end of Eddie's first life. Did suffer for it, though, evident by the spotty scars around his head and right side from the trash lid shield. Otherwise, a Demobat physically no different from the others. Eddie takes very nicely to him once they've established basic knowledge, and was very quick to name the Demobat and dub Heinrich his righthand. Named him Heinrich to symbolize the opposing force The Imprisoned are to Vecna's plans - "Plus, long 'H' names seem to have a good track record on the good guys' side."

Satin, Velvet, and Lea, the Demodogs)

All dubbed with feminine traits. Excitable and social, if a bit unaware of boundaries. Much like their earthly counterparts, this pack of three refuse to do anything alone. They all prefer to "speak" aloud as well, though they understand when to keep quiet for the rest of The Imprisoned. These three are actually the same "generation" as Dart, which technically makes them sisters. They know all about Dustin from their old hive mind, and hope to meet him someday under better circumstances. Otherwise, they never saw the Right-side Up, and in turn are pretty ignorant about the reality of The Imprisoned's situation. Satin was the first to wish to speak with Bob upon their new bond, but Velvet and Lea demanded to join in. Bob became incredibly attached to the three Demodogs, once a relationship was established. He named them all based on the texture of their skin to him (Lea for leather). He still doesn't quite understand the intelligence of the Democreatures, and treats the three as regular dogs - yes, silly voices and constant pats included. The sisters don't mind, though, and often ask for it.

Ricky the Demogorgan)

Dubbed using masculine traits. Wise but quiet, one of the younger Demogorgans but has definitely seen the most of the current small population. Speaks only through the telepathic link, both for his sake and in solidarity with his leader's vow of silence. Was the Demogorgan to hunt Will Byers and Nancy Wheeler back in 1983, but was forced to perceive and feel every second as his kind was killed off over the years - the smaller the species, the stronger the telepathic link of the hive mind. While the Demobats and Demodogs amass hundreds, the Demogorgans are but a few dozen strong. It makes him treat his link with Barbara much kinder. Barbara feels some kindred comfort from this particular Demogorgan, and has trusted him with providing her the information about Demogorgan physiology since waking up in the cave. They don't interact as much physically as the others, but they still hold each other to a lot of protectiveness. So few of them, best to keep hold of whomever they can.

Billy and Jason have seen a similar development with the creatures they control - Mind Flayer and Vines respectively - however it's a lot more of a sour relationship.

Billy is the Mind Flayer's second-in-command, rather than the other way around. Communication between them usually boils down to demands of silence and solitude. Neither likes each other thanks to their history. Mind Flayer, because it does not think itself worthy of leading whilst under another's thumb, seeing Billy as a reminder of failure and hating him for it. Billy, for a similar reason of failure and lack of control, plus the obvious part of being controlled and killed by the Mind Flayer in his first life.

Jason tries to completely ignore the Vines entirely. He calls them the Whispers, and thinks them demonic calls of sin and evil. He only listens to them in hopes they'll leave him alone quicker. The Whispers have a quiet, helpful, but lonely mindset, despite being multiple in the mind of one. They leave Jason alone, but sadly. Jason may not be Vecna, but the ignorance for their existence makes the difference hard to tell.

[notf1obsessed]

love on display (Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen)

It all starts with a bet.

Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen, arguably the biggest rivals on the F1 grid, are dared they couldn't spend a day with each other, let alone build a solid relationship.

And who were they to turn down a challenge?

Chapter 1: Dollhouse

Picture picture, smile for the picture,

Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?

Everyone thinks that we're perfect,

Please don't let them look through the curtains,

- Dollhouse, Melanie Martinez

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The dim light illuminated the lively dance floor below, swaying bodies moving along to whatever beats the DJ generated. The air reeked of the combined smells of alcohol and sweat, an unpleasant odor to those in the club. Thankfully, the people were far too intoxicated to pick up or pay attention to the smell, and so was Charles.

Downing another drink, probably vodka or beer, the Monegasque's eyes began to roam the lively club. He had been dragged along by his friend Pierre, who by now, was probably off grinding on some man's ass.

It was no secret to those who knew him that he was gay after all, if anyone observed his interactions outside the grid, they'd believe so too. As for Charles, well, his love life has been pretty shit for as far as he's aware; focusing more on racing than finding a lover.

Suddenly, he was interrupted from his search for Pierre by none other than the star of the party.

Max Verstappen.

The older one said nothing at first, simply sitting down on the stool next to him. Charles felt his tongue grow bitter, the sight of his rival (or enemy rather) draining any alcohol he had previously felt in his veins.

It was also no secret how much tension lingered between the two, their on track rivalry burning the gasoline that spilt between them.

"Nice drive," Max commented as he took a sip of his beer, clearly meaning to piss off Charles as he knew well enough that the younger had DNF'ed that day.

Just as Charles was about to retort with a snarky reply, a voice snapped the elastic tension that was tightening between them, "Charles! There you are!"

It was times like these that Charles was actually grateful for his twink best friend.

As Pierre approached the two and took a seat next to Charles, the Monegasque took a good look at him, examining his features. His hair was much more ruffled than it had been before, his face red and flushed with his mouth hung agape; small pants escaping his lips; a clear indication of what had just happened.

Feeling the burn of Max's gaze on his skin, the younger reverted his attention back to the Dutchman's ocean eyes, causing him to immediately look down.

For some reason unknown to man, Pierre burst into giggles, causing both of the men to shoot menacing glares at him, a way of asking, "what the fuck?"

Realizing eyes were on him, Pierre clarified, "You guys are so unbearable with each other."

Rolling his eyes in response, Charles took it completely lighthearted. Max, not so much.

"What do you mean by that?" Max pushed further as he watched Pierre continuing to suffocate on his own laughs.

"You guys can't even stand to be in the same room, let alone build a solid relationship," the French man replied.

Watching the expression on Max's face scrunch into a questioning demeanor, as if he was unaware of the pure hate that mingled between him and Charles, Pierre decided he wasn't going to stand down from his rather simple statement.

"Don't believe me?" he questioned, grabbing a random person by the arm and pulling the poor soul into this meaningless debate, "What do you think of Max and Charles's relationship?"

Looking lost for a second, the person, who was presumably a red-bull employee, replied after stuttering over their words, "It's horrible,"  proceeding to flee as soon as the driver's touch left their arm and off to some crowded corner of the room.

"See what I mean?" stated Pierre, beginning to feel sorry for the soul they had dragged into this dilemma, "You two could never be in a solid relationship. Hah, imagine you two dating, oh my god."

Pierre couldn't finish his sentence before bursting out into laughter at the preposterousness of his thought, causing Charles to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"In fact, I bet you 1000 dollars you couldn't."

Once again, Max didn't take it with such light heartedness.

"You know what," he began, placing his drink on the counter and wearing his stern expression, "You don't have to imagine, we're gonna be the best couple on the grid before you know it."

Charles spat out his drink almost immediately, cringing of the thought of him and Max even being a couple.

To add to his 'mild' panic, Max scooted a chair over, practically glueing himself to Charles.

The Monegasque felt his skin burn in every place that stood in contact with the older one's body, a sensation that hid pleasure underneath the pain.

Before he knew it, he felt the hot breath of Max's mouth against his cheek, sending shivers down his spine, "Cmon Charlie, it's not like it'll be hard."

What was not hard in the Dutchman's opinion was a life or death situation to Charles, his breathing hitched and rapid. After what felt like hours, the close proximity between them furthered, allowing him to breathe normally again.

The older one suddenly stood up, placing his hand in Charles's before he could protest.

"You're far too drunk to drive home, schatje," Max continued, making sure Pierre could hear him, "I'll take you home."

And it was times like these Charles wanted to murder his twink best friend.

Charles felt his face flush under the pet name, wanting to kill his body for reacting that way to a rival's comment. He was thankful for the dim lighting that concealed his blush though, as the simple touch of Max made him light ablaze, enemy or not.

Before beginning to maneuver through the crowd, Max shouted one last thing towards Pierre's direction, who was still left in a state of confusion as to how or why max had agreed to his rather jokingly bet.

"And take care of those 1000 dollars, okay? We'll need them soon."

[cielsosinfel]

I saw Salome and Tosca on Saturday (yesterday now, it's 12:38am, yikes)- Salome was the Met Opera production being live-broadcasted to various theaters around the country, which is how my friend and I were able to see it.

It's not an opera I'd seen, or a play/story I'd read, before, so I was going in largely unaware of what the story would be, other than knowing the general gist.

But it ended up being one of the most beautiful, emotional, DIRECT, EXPLICIT AND UNFLINCHING narratives of CSA I have ever, as yet, been witness to. The usage of multiple actors of varying ages to portray Salome throughout her adolescence (and while her primary actor is a grown woman, the character is meant to be in her mid-teens at oldest) and how they interact with one another- the way Salome tries (and fails) to protect her younger selves- the way they express joy or terror or just shut down, at odds with one another despite sharing a scene, despite interacting, but ESPECIALLY! ESPECIALLY THE DANCE OF SEVEN VEILS.

The original story by Wilde, and the opera by Strauss, both have CSA as core elements of the story, but this Met Opera production of 2025 added elements in neither Wilde's bare-bones story or Strauss' take on it.

If you (general you, who has read this far into my post) can either make it to one of the live-broadcast screenings, or can watch it online whenever Met puts it up for streaming- do it. do it. do it.

but I'm going to spoil what this production did that hurt and hit so much, so, spoilers:

CW this is entirely about CSA

When Herod pressures Salome to dance for him, and Salome agrees to, despite the objections of her mother Herodias, Salome has Herod sit at the edge of a circle. A goat-head mask is placed upon him. Suddenly, another goat-masked actor enters the scene and takes a seat along the circle, opposite of Herod.

Instead of Salome (played by Elza van den Heever) being the one to dance though- the youngest child actor, dressed in the same outfit and same hair, to represent Salome at her youngest, enters ,draped in a veil. She dances, awkwardly, makes a mistake- second the goat-headed person, revealed to be her dance teacher, suddenly makes to strike her with a stick, and SAlome cringes back, but then just forcefully corrects her posture. Gives her candy and she runs off.

A second child actor, veiled, enters, and begins to dance again. Makes a mistake. The dance teacher makes to strike her and she flinches in terror.

This repeats seven times, with Salome growing older, growing more sure of her dancing, more skilled- more terrified of her dance teacher, who becomes more physical, more violating,. But the eldest Salome (represented by van den Heever)- she INTERVENES. She puts herself between her dance teacher and her younger self (and the eldest Salome is like, 15 years old, remember)- she jumps in front of his lash, she hugs her younger self, she hurries them away from his reach as he gropes and molests.

until it culminates with a teenaged Salome being forced to the ground and sexually assaulted by her teacher. and the opera does not dance around this, this is not symbolic. it is just a violent scene of explicit sexual violation after several scenes of blatant molestation.

And then finally ends, with the eldest Salome taking the lash/switch? from the memory of her dance teacher, forcibly correcting his posture like he did at her youngest, shoving him down, straddling him and stabbing him, stabbing him.

The just, the interactions between her selves at every age. The protectiveness, the gentleness, the anguish, knowing what is going to happen, what can never un-happen, but trying, trying, always trying. The way the play has each of her younger selves in the dungeon, with the corpse of Jochanaan, silent, still, holding remnants of childhood innocence, posed like forgotten and discarded dolls. The way they crawl around her and cling fast to her, look so distrustingly at everyone and everything around them, as if each part of herself can finally come together and shield her from these final hurts, emotional and physical.

And this, this just recontextualizes everything. It recontextualizes Salome's interactions in her household- the fact Herod her step-father lusts after her, a child, the fact Narraboth the servant lusts after her, a child, the way she tries to use what little power she can gain over these men via her sexuality to get what she wants, the way she is so emotionally overwhelmed by being attracted to Jochanaan and then so, so, so devastated to be brutally rejected by him- the first man she WANTS attention from, the first man she SEEKS out, and he rejects her cruelly.

ugh. I have so many thoughts and no ability to write a cohesive sentence. UGH! ITS SO MUCH! I LOVE YOU SALOME YOU DESERVED THE WORLD

[terrence-silver]

Okay because nick mirini has play dnd before and plays downfall do you think Terry has played it before and tried to get John to play with him when they were younger

Like I could see terry having a collection of dnd items in his mansion in like room like he has with his katana collection 👀

And terry playing dungeons lord also like I feel like Kenny would have got him into it 👀 like this man would be the most competitive person ever on that game

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I mean, Terry Silver was a fully formed adult in the 80's, at the cultural zeitgeist of Arcade games, Dungeons and Dragons, various Low Fantasy genres, Street Fighter, the Martial Arts movie craze, Dance Aerobics, Star Wars, heavy metal music, and the first ever video games as we know them so really, it is highly probable he has interacted with these parts of American culture by osmosis in the least. Like, it would be extremely unbelievable if a man in Los Angeles didn't (the same way I cannot possibly imagine Johnny Lawrence, a native of LA, not knowing what an Uber is in the 2020's, year of our Lord, no matter how airheaded he is meant to be; it just isn't believable). Canonically, Terry mentioned the Superbowl and Starbucks at least once, so that's something. His Wah-Wah mockingly directed at Mr. Miyagi a vague nod to Bruce Lee movies. An indicator Terry Silver is aware of popular culture, in-universe. Like, there's something there.

Now, if he actually indulged in these thing is another matter altogether.

For John Kreese, my answer would be mostly negative. He seems like a man stuck in the past whenever we encounter him, like he purposefully, pridefully and very spitefully emerged from a bubble whenever he is reintroduced, giving me the impression of someone who reviles the progress of the 'times' and sticks to his own ways (even if his ways are the more difficult, but I feel that's exactly how John Kreese likes it too) and the old ideals he considers worthy and timeless. He likes the things he knows and has known all his life. He's a newspaper kind of guys and probably has been for sixty years or something as crazy long as that. Listens to music slightly, or very out of date, enjoys movies slightly, or very out of date and generally consumes media out of date too. When everyone was raving on about Star Wars, man was still rewatching old Westerns, or something of the type. That's what I envision. Likes the feeling of reading paper under his fingers. Doesn't care what the 'kids nowadays' do for fun or how they do it because he considers it a waste of time no matter the decade, be it in the 70's, 80's, 2000's or present day. He strikes me as a dyed-in-the-bone contrarian and if he ever indulged in the subcultures of the 80's it is because likely, Terry pushed and coaxed him into it with great difficulty, capitulating to Terry like a grumpy older sibling would to the more energized, younger one, seated in front of Terry's state of the art Dungeons and Dragons board, in his equally state of the art multi million dollar playroom, ready to go along with it, because hey, after all, it's his friend, Twig. John might've prefered a good, old card game if he personally had to choose, but for Terry --- hey, ho, he'll endure it and mainly do so purely to be vaguely amused at how into the game Terry himself is. It is not that John Kreese is unaware of popular culture, he just chooses to remain uninvolved and he strikes me as the type who doesn't care. He's entrenched in his ways and there's no changing that. So, nope, probably ain't a fan of Dungeons and Dragons and never was. Sorry.

Now, Terry Silver? That's different.

I think he does care and has a weirdly juvenile and even geeky streak to him, not in the classical sense where he was ever actually a nerd the way we know nerds (especially in 80's media), but Terry Silver's a jock with very stereotypically nerdy interests, weapons collection and all. Wouldn't surprise me if he had custom made arcade game boxes installed somewhere on his mansion's compound premises for Snake and Dennis to use, if they played Monopoly with actual stacks of money, courtesy of Mr. Silver, if Terry Silver actually relished in Hong Kong martial arts movies in the 70's, watching them ironically in, say, his personal home theatre, to mock them but in actuality, rather enjoying them beneath layers of gleeful disdain or if his so called D&D items included actual antiques, expensive collectibles obtained on high end biddings and stuff that genuinely cost a fortune. Or, hey, why just play Street Fighter on a personal Arcade console, when he can take on the whole aesthetic. He could've jumped out of a game and you couldn't tell me otherwise. Terry Silver embodies the times far more so than John, whatever the times may be --- after all, when we first see him, he's funding and kickstarting an app. Nobody needs to introduce Terry to the concept of games or popular culture because he was already well present for all the OG classics and while I don't necessarily see him playing video games present day, I can genuinely see him doing something as fringe and bizarre as buying the company that produced Kenny's Dungeon Lords and becoming that odd footnote in history when that one Billionaire randomly took ownership of a video game production studio as a business venture.

But, in the 80's?

I flat out see Terry Silver doing something even more laughably bizarre and donning his working class, poor man's clothes, sneaking out to an arcade club on a weekend, wrecking all the participants there solely because he must win, regardless what he's winning at, or investing weeks on a really petty, impish scheme of walking out victorious out of a D&D tournament purely because that currently tickled his fancy and what makes him laugh most as of recent-- becomes a long forgotten urban legend that a guy that was once on a tournament so happened to be someone famous some dude who knows a dude swears he saw and recognized at a ribbon cutting ceremony broadcasted on TV for some refinery plant out in Borneo, but nobody can confirm or deny this tall tale.

[alargehunkofdebris]

why the confessions are so vastly different

So I’ve seen a couple of things about how Beelzebub and Gabriel’s confession scene is a tiny bit cringe and embarrassing, with the singing and immediate use of endearments, and yes, I agree, of course it was. It’s that way by design, I think.

Because whilst these are entities who are 6000+ years old, they are only 6000+ years old in Heaven/Hell years. And if we know anything about Heaven/Hell, it’s that not a heck of a lot goes on in either. You either get a blank, white void of Heaven, with barely anyone walking around and thus zero interaction, or you get the cramped, horrific, repetitious white-noise of Hell. There’s nothing changed, no new ideas, nothing. They’re both menial places to be, and thus their occupants’ experience with existence and emotion is stagnated. In fact, I’d argue that the only times beings can “grow” emotionally is when they’re interacting with something new, something that challenges them, etc. And the only place that truly happens with any regularity is Earth. Earth is where angels and demons grow.

So when you think of it that way, Beelzebub and Gabriel are not two 6000 year old entities. They are two teens, falling in love for the first time. They are cringy because puppy love IS cringy – it’s horrible PDA and singing and gazing into each other’s eyes while everyone else stands around, unbelievably uncomfortable. They aren’t self aware, they aren’t ashamed, because they’re kids.

And then you have Crowley and Aziraphale, who for sure have their “young love” moments (like the dance scene) but only because they’ve been restrained for so many years. They’re certainly new to the technicalities of romantic relationships, but not to love. They’re two old, old souls who’ve been forced to deny how they feel their entire lives. Their love confession was never going to be like Gabriel and Beelzebub’s, because Gabriel and Beelzebub are the “kids who have it so easy.” They’re the youngsters who never have to worry about being caught together, never have to agonize about what would happen to the other if they were found out. They never have to lie, sneak around, or feel guilt. They take for granted this minimal consequence to their love, unaware how very, very lucky they are.

So yes. Crowley and Aziraphale very much represent this “older suffering,” this war fought for so long, and which benefits a younger generation that can never quite grasp the level of pain necessary to pave the path so smooth. And these younger ones benefit in blissful ignorance, which is wonderful and right, but by God is sure not very fair.

So why did Neil Gaiman have this scene? Well, it could be to show this parallel. It could also just serve as a push for the main couple to get on with it. We, of course, already have a push with Nina and Maggie, but maybe Gaiman simply wanted there to be zero reason for the confession not to happen. He wanted there to be no obstacles any more – the only ones that remained were ones they constructed themselves. Because, of course, the best way to break a person, the fastest route to pain, is to provide the largest amount of hope possible, then have it vanish before their eyes.  

[turtle-trash]

Hm. Throws my hat into the ring to ask what Janitor!Ronin Mikey would think of Cinny. Since she's basically not as much of an asshole compared to the others but also seriously fucked up if you think about it (since she's currently unaware that she was the basis of an "✨️ unethical experiment ✨️")

Okkokok time for info. At first Mikey tried not to interact with anyone since. For one he’s supposed to be dead, second he doesn’t really want to be there. He only really starts interacting with people after a few time of having to clean up after Brock almost killing guys in the non poker rooms (see opening for poker night 2) and the two of them start hating eachother. Slowly they start not hating eachother (the short fic I posted takes place during this transition) and eventually become friends, after which he starts interacting with the poker night cast more

With that preamble out of the way. He’d be pretty chill with her, she probably reminds him of april when she was younger which probably hurts considering she was one of the last of his remaining family and was there when he died iirc

If/when he finds out about the whole fucked up experiment thing he’d have two conflicting thoughts of "I would join people in hunting down and killing the people who did this to her" and "I’m not going to get involved“, not just because of the fact that he fought in a war that spanned several generations but also because of the events that happened in lost years

(He really needs to get paid for this job. He’s an old man he shouldn’t be dealing with this. He’s literally died and was brought back to life so that he could work a job that causes him to experience this kind of nonsense again kvekvkgkfjfjdj!

[cullen-cannons]

What New Chicago Factions the Cullens Would Be In

A/N: this got long, so it's under the cut.

ALICE: is in Candour. Her whole family has been in Candour for as long as anyone can remember. Her father was not an honest man. He cheated on Alice's mother with a much younger woman and then he and his new girlfriend conspired to force Alice's mother to leave Candour and become factionless, by threatening Alice. They intended to kill Alice's mother after she became factionless.

Because Candour's faction members are so good at detecting lies Alice realised what was going on and reported it to the authorities. Or at least that's what she told them, the truth is she had a vision about it, but was scared of not being believed, or being called crazy. Both Alice's father and his new girlfriend were put into jail after confessing to truth serum.

Because of this Alice doesn't trust easily and values the truth above all else. She stayed in Candour and passed the initiation with flying colours. She can very easily tell if someone is lying. She hates lying and people who lie. Because of this she always says exactly what she's thinking and often comes off as blunt or rude to members of other factions when she has to interact with them.

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A/N: I chose Candour for Alice because of her pure nature, she kind of always says what she's thinking. EX: "Wow, you do smell good!" (Alice to Bella in the first book/movie.) She does hide things from Edward and the others (but only for their safety) she is generally a truthful person (in my opinion at least)

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BELLA: was born into Abnegation. Rene was a Dauntless who thought she was in love with Charlie, an Abnegation. Rene transferred to start a family with Charlie but regretted it soon after they had Bella. Rene loves Bella but not Charlie. She regrets transferring and marrying him a lot. Seeing him makes her mad at herself for tying her down like that, and slightly resents him. She even sometimes privately wishes she didn't have Bella. 

Bella is more observant than Renee realises though, and she knows and tries her best not to be a burden. It's one of the many reasons she dreams of leaving Abnegation, and also the reason she doubts she'll be able to. Renee, even unconsciously takes advantage of Bella's behaviour thinking it's just Bella's nature, and treats her more like a female best friend than a daughter. Renee is unaware that Bella is just acting that way because she knows how Renee feels.

They all still live together because of the stigma around divorce in Abnegation but Rene and Charlie don't talk and Bella finds the awkwardness stifling. Sometimes she tries to fix things but it never works. Rene has actually considered becoming factionless and Bella always talks her out of it because she needs to know her mother is being taken care of before she can leave.

In order to escape her home situation she throws herself into school, studying during any free time, so she has an excuse to be in her room. She joined all the maths, debate, and science clubs just so she doesn't have to go home. Soon she realised she loved the world of maths and science and wanted to be a Biologist. She often finds she is the only Abnegation in a room full of Erudites but it hardly matters because she loves seeking learning (and Edward Cullen, an Erudite who is also in several of the same clubs).

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A/N: I don't think I need to explain this choice, but it's basically because of Bella's martyr complex and need to feel useful.

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CARLISLE: is in Erudite. His father was a priest in Abnegation who fell in love with Carlisle's mother at a young age and transferred to her faction, Amity. Carlisle was raised in Amity until he was 16 and transferred to Erudite because of his desire to study medicine.

His father's view that you should put others before yourself and his mother's view that you should be kind to everyone but also make sure that you are happy, worked well together to give Carlisle a good moral character and made him into the thoughtful generous man he is today. 

His mother taught him his desire to help and heal, but he knew he wanted to do more than be a nurse like many in Amity, he wanted to stop suffering at its source.

He loved his parents but he longed to pursue higher knowledge and work in the medical field. He wanted to be a researcher so at the choosing ceremony he chose to transfer to Erudite. Unlike some Erudite members, he still holds high regard for his former faction of Amity and his father's faction of Abnegation, even if he may not wish to live that life anymore.

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A/N: I picked Carlise to be an Erudite with both an Amity and Abnegation background because I think those three factions best represent his character. His choice to be non-violent and refusal to drink human blood as well as his desire to help others in any way he can and his desire to gain new knowledge.

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EDWARD: is in Erudite. He is Carlisle's adopted son. His mother was one of Carlisle's patients and Carlisle took over his care after her passing.

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A/N: Again, not much explanation is needed, I think. He has an interest in literature, poetry, music, art, and architecture, all very intellectual things.

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EMMETT: was born into Dauntless, but transferred to Candour after meeting Rosalie at 15. He was in love at first sight and knew she was the one. 

Because Roslaie's family was powerful within the faction, they sheltered her, and Emmett didn't see her for the first few years, despite all his searching they always seemed to miss each other. He was greatly saddened when she announced her relationship with the faction leader's son, Royce King.

While Rosalie was dating Royce, Emmett became friends with Rosalie's adopted brother, Jasper. Neither of them ever liked Royce, even in junior high. Both disapproved of the match but wanted her to be happy. 

It took her a bit to warm up to the idea of marriage after what Royce did to her, but she became friends with Emmett. He was her protector while she recovered and during Royce's trial. A while later, when she turned 18, and Emmet turned 19, they started dating.

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ESME: was born into Dauntless, but transferred to Amity to escape Charles Evonson, the man who wanted to marry her, despite their large age gap. She works as a nurse at the hospital where Carlise works, and the two have something of a secret romance. She's the other reason Carlise volunteers at the Amity farms so often besides visiting his parents. They have to be careful though, given Erudite's policy of Faction before blood, or love. Esme wishes she could transfer, but knows it's far too late at twenty-six, and settles for what she can get.

JACOB: is in Dauntless. He's the 15-year-old son of Rene's old friend from before her transfer, Sarah Wilde, who later married Billy Black before her untimely death from one of the stunts the Dauntless are known for.

Jacob is in love with Bella and follows her around at school. His constant presence was one of the reasons why she wasn't bullied so much before she started hanging out with the Erudite.

Jacob is caught in the middle of complicated Faction dynamics. 

He resents Dauntless for being the "reason" his mother died but loves his friends there. He also loves Bella and wants to join her Abnegation. He doesn't know she plans to transfer to Erudite. He hates the Erudites because many of them are stuck up and treat him like he was dumb in school.

When he finds out Bella's plans for a transfer he doesn't understand and is angry.

JASPER: was born into Amity. He used to have a girlfriend in Dauntless and almost transferred for her, but the day before choosing day, he found out she was only using him. He was secretly glad because as a person sensitive to emotions, the Dauntless had always kind of overwhelmed him, and he sensed something off about the leader's cruelness. To this day he suspects that something not quite right is going on there, but he never engages the subject.

Angry, betrayed, and desperate for control of his own life he took the advice of a friend Peter who was a year older transferred to Candour, and followed him.

He was happy with the farmer's life and understood the value of physical labour, but couldn't stand the faux happiness and wanted something more ambitious. He wanted to study why people and why they do what they do. His parents were bought completely into Amity's bliss and he found it honestly a bit creepy, so he was okay with leaving them.

He chose Candour because he knew he could rely on people, to be honest with him there and because when not blinded by first love, he was always naturally good at telling what people were feeling or when they were lying. 

ROSALIE: is in Candour. She's a year younger than Jasper, and her family allowed Jasper to stay with them after his initiation. 

Jasper warned her to be cautious with Royce, sensing that Royce had some ulterior motive, but Rosalie was too in love with love to see it. 

Jasper, like Emmett, wishes he'd done more, but Rosalie feels like since she should have listened to the boy she considers her brother, it was enough that he was always there for her and spoke against Royce at the trial.

After everything, Rosalie was even more motivated to stay in Candor and learn not to be deceived again. She wants to be a prosecutor.