#even after everything i still love squiggles

[shroombies]

au where chat picked "live" and Squiggles got a funky new assistant

#my art #ranboo #genloss #genloss fanart #genloss spoilers #even after everything i still love squiggles #he may be a mascot of a horrible horrible corporation #but he's so Shaped #love that little guy

[fourlittleocto]

i'm really bad at headcanons in general so i'm sorry if these are not good, but thank you for the ask! also with midterms i've been super busy so i hope everyone can keep being patient with me, i promise i am working on asks it just might be another week <3

starting with some cute ones (thank you @pyrefection)

dew loves to rub soft stuff on his face. if the closest soft thing happens to be a person, so be it. he doesn't want them to touch him, just let him hold their hand and rub it over his face. this always somehow turns into their fingers in his mouth, since they're softer and nicer than his

with that thought, even though he doesn't need to teethe he still wants to stick everything in his mouth, just to see what it's like. some sort of instinct. however his fear of getting in trouble trumps this need, which means he'll spend way longer than most cgs have patience for crawling over to objects that look good, holding them up, and then pouting when he's told no, he can't put that in his mouth until it either has to be pried out of his weirdly strong grip or mountain (because let's be honest he thinks this is adorable and is the only one who actually tolerates it) gives in and let's him put it in his mouth "but just once dewbug!" it's better that he's doing this when someone's watching anyway, and then he'll never need to try again

dew loves to draw and hates coloring. he doesn't like that he can't control his hands enough to keep it in the lines, especially since little rain is a little ocd and always gives him judgemental stares when they color together. he loves to draw though, and even though they're usually just colorful squiggles aurora (his new favorite caregiver) has taught him how to draw some shapes and to associate certain colors with certain emotions, so he feels like he can communicate when he's drawing and it's really relaxing to his troubled brain

i also love moonbeam's hc that tiny dew loves to clap. it's a movement that's easy, and it's small and loud just like he is, and he knows how to clap sarcastically to get a laugh. whenever anyone in the pack does something stupid he claps and giggles, and it sends aurora into a laughing fit every time.

i put some stuff about dew's childhood/regression under the cut cause it's a little heavy/sad so feel free to skip it

just as background, i think dew goes really small, like usually he can't walk or talk but sometimes he can get as big as 3, where he's toddling, but even then he can't talk cause as a child his parents refused to talk to him so he didn't learn to until he was interacting with other kits. It's part of why now he's really slow at reading and gets frustrated when he has to describe something cause words just don't come easily to him. it's also the reason that when he's tiny he likes to hide, he doesn't want anyone to see him so vulnerable so they can't use it against him. (however, this has made him incredible at hide and seek. one of the older littles or aurora will hold him and follow where he points and they always win)

he also can't drop on purpose, it's entirely trauma/stimuli-based. i definitely think it's something that started for him after the elemental change, but no one except mountain knew about it until aurora was summoned. She mothered him about his attitude while he was big enough times that one night, while in the middle of a bad flashback, he babbled something just coherent enough for mountain to know he was asking for her, so now they trade off taking care of him and know who he needs based on what happened/what kind of mood he's in (it's always bad, but sometimes it's MUCH WORSE than others, and aurora has to take him when he's specifically having elemental change flashbacks cause mountain still has too much attachment to the events and they trigger flashbacks for him too)

either way, since aurora has joined the pack she's helped dew not feel so scared about being small, to the point where even if he can't be with a group of adults, he's able to sit with her and watch little rain and phantom and cumulus play. she's also slowly teaching him to do things that 1 to 2-year-olds are supposed to be able to do, and it's helped him feel like he has a lot of control over it even if he still can't control the action of his mind dropping.

#regressed ghouls #octo sfw #dewdrop ghoul #little dew #ghost headcanons

[biribaa]

Amen!

Yandere!Momo x Deity!Reader

This idea came from a little story idea in my head where a robot falls in love with a god

TW/CW: Yandere behavior, dead bodies, sacrifices

As a deity, you've been worshiped in every way, from simple incense to brutal sacrifices.

Though, sacrifices were the few offerings humans made to satisfy you. But even so, incense sticks and mini altars having your statue was enough for you, and in return? Anything your divine powers can offer.

Hundreds of years that seemed like seconds to you passed. You kept your own peace, preventing disruption of human life unless you were called upon to interfere. It was quiet, almost like floating in a cold pool.

And a strong energy, which looked like an ear pull, caught your attention.

Things for me? You thought. A good time has passed

You definitely haven't left an eye on earth these days, you barely know the latest news! The thought of seeing how the humans who once treated you so lovingly left a metaphorical smile on your form.

Your presence lit up the area, the figure before you covered his face with jis arms, trying not to be blinded by your gleaming appearance. Emerging into the physical world was almost like stepping out of a pool.

You looked around, the environment interesting, some type of apartment? You've seen one of these before.

But what you didn't expect was the figure in front of you. You looked at him, seeing a metallic skin.

"Not human...?" You breathed silently

You took a better look at him, he had a straw hat and a flamingo coat. The robot knelt down to an altar of you, candles and incense and brutal squiggles of your form taped against the wall.

The robot lifted its screen towards you, spotting the miracle he had madly prayed so much and so much for to appear on front of his screen.

The robot's hands with their fingers crossed in a prayer pose began to shake. You've never seen a robot smile so much in your existence.

"M-My god..." The robot's voice trembled as he saw the miracle in front of him.

The robot's language was different from others, it wasn't Chinese, Russian, English and not even Portuguese or the other hundreds of human languages. But it's not like that stops you from understanding him.

"Yes." You affirmed "Your god is here" A small, kind smile appeared on your face after seeing the happines of the robot

With his knees shaking, the robot rose to his feet, worshiping every bit of your appearance with his eyes.

"I-I did... Everything for your, Y/N..." The poor robot's voice still sounded breathless, but at the same time, it was gentle. "They didn't believe in you... They didn't believe in any of the miracles you could bring... They thought you were a joke from the soft ones..." So lovingly in the robot's entire life, he touched your fabric.

"I was the only one who had faith in you..." The robot, remembering the angry memories, lightly squeezed your soft fabric "They told me I was crazy..." He whispered with hate.

Your smile disappeared seeing the robot's situation, you ran your hand over his head. Your smile returned after seeing the effect it had on the robot, making him stop squeezing your costumes.

"A-And I did everything for you, my god! Every incense spent, every prayer said, every picture I made of you on your altar!" The robot recomposed its posture, opening his arms with his huge smile and small drops of sweat being shown on the screen. You gasped in shock from the scene in front of you. "Every. Single. Sacrifice!"

Behind the robot, there were lots and lots of corpses of other robots, others only looked like they had a few scratches, while others with less luck had their heads completely destroyed by stones.

This was your first robotic follower, and so far, the first most loyal one you've ever seen. You never expected a robot to escape its own programming to do such madness.

But at the same time, you're not even sure you should be surprised, maybe certain robots' sanity is more fragile because of they have more recent experience with emotional things than humans, right? After all, robots weren't originally made to feel like humans, so It's not like they know if there's a limit or not...

"Please, Y/N!" You escaped your thoughts by the robot suddenly taking your hands, and when you blinked your eyes, he was already on his knees again for you.

"Stay! Stay with me, I beg of you! I dedicated everything for you my god!" The bot cried "D-Do you want more sacrifices?! I can do that for you!–"

"No"

He shut up immediately.

"It's enough, Momo"

Just from his name coming out of those divine lips, Momo, the companion, felt his entire body melt.

"My beloved god..." Momo whispered, leaving the grip in his hands.

Having the freedom of your hand again, you let your right hand escape from Momo's hands, then, slowly positioning it next to the robot's head, being considered his "cheek"

The moment could take anyone's breath away, and at that exact moment, Momo was close to falling into a waterfall of emotional tears.

"...I'm sorry" Momo took comfort in your glorious touch, snuggling his head over your palm.

"Apologies are not necessary."

Momo thought he was so filthy compared to the magnitude of you, but who was he anyway to disagree with his god?

"You did a hard job, Momo." You faced the dead companions "I admire your faith in me" You glared at the robot, who had been smiling uncontrollably since he saw you. "Tell me, dear follower, what do you need from me?"

"Let me serve you!"

"...Oh?"

The robot walked a step with his knees closer to your figure. "Please, Y/N, allow me to serve you! You deserve all kinds of admiration from me. Not only will I have your presence all the time, I will satisfy you!" Momo begged

You faced the poor robot, so loyal and willing to do anything for you. You caressed his face once more, which Momo shuddered at the touch.

"If that's what you wish"

#canon x reader #x reader #reader insert #robot x reader #stray game #stray x reader #stray momo x reader #momo x reader #yandere momo x reader #yandere robot #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #robot x human

[littlemisssquiggles]

Little’s True Purpose

What if…Little will be the one to be eaten by the Jabberwalker, never ever realizing its purpose?

Don’t get me wrong. This squiggle meister is quite fond of Little. Just call me a devote Little stan, if you will. I just think it's neat.

But as much as I’d love for this adorable baby mouse to survive V9 and become a permanent animal companion to Ruby and her friends back on Remnant, I feel like that would be too much wishful thinking.

I feel like we’re more likely to see the dormouse be put to rest permanently in some shape or form.

Remember how Little was explaining to Ruby at the beginning of the volume that it was still pretty young and needed to still find or figure out its purpose in the Ever After?

Imagine if…Little will end up “dying” prematurely at some point later in the story; never learning what its purpose was. Or perhaps, more fittingly, Little will go out courageously with the realization that its purpose was to be the friend that Ruby needed in order to remember her purpose; doing everything in its power to help our little red rose return safely to her home in Remnant with her team; no matter the cost even at the expense of its own existence.

Not like Ruby needs yet another favourable friend of hers to die for her sake. Gods know she’s got enough of those already. Nevertheless, given what the Curious Cat mentioned in the recent episode about how those consumed by the Jabberwalker will never ascend, I feel like that little lore drop will come to fruition at some point in the narrative.

If not as a clear foreshadow to the Curious Cat’s death then perhaps Little’s. All in all, either one or both of these fateful animal companions from the Ever After are gonna get got by the time V9 concludes. But inspite of this, I also wish to believe that the deaths of the Curious Cat and Little will hold meaning.

I feel like we could potentially see a moment where the Jabberwalker goes to eat Ruby only for Little to sacrifice itself in her place. If not that then perhaps a wicked Neo will feed Little to one of her faux Jabberwalkers as a way of breaking Ruby by making her believe that Little had been murdered---just like Penny and her mother.

It will genuinely be freaking tragic if Little’s sole purpose for being in the story of V9 is to be yet another ally for Ruby to tragically lose in the battle of good vs evil.

Just as much as it would be tragic if Little’s death is what causes Ruby to finally reach her breaking point while in the Ever After.

Just another bad ending to a chapter of her life despite being in a literal fairy tale world as the Ever After. Different world. Same heartache.

That would simply suck if it became canon.

Again, I do not want Little to die. I just feel like there is more to this little mouse’s existence than the story is letting on. Up until this point, Little has done…well very little to help drive the story forward for RWBY. No pun intended. Despite being a tiny bundle of cuteness and helping RWBY out a handful of times, admittedly Little hasn’t done much to really cement its reason for joining RWBY on their journey, compared to a character like the Curious Cat.

Between the cat and the mouse, the Cat has done more for our four heroines compared to Little. Heck---one of the running gags is that Little, being the Dormouse character tends to be asleep most of the time which begs the question of why the showrunners felt they needed two animal companions for RWBY when it could’ve worked with just one. Mainly just the Curious Cat.

While it described itself as a guide to Ruby when questioned by the mysterious Blacksmith, the show has yet to answer the question of why Little? 

Why does Little need to be there? What is Little’s purpose? It’s true purpose?

Is it just gonna be used as another likeable friend for our heroes to lose OR…perhaps Little will be revealed to be the key to Ruby and her friends getting to the tree and returning to Remnant?

Perhaps, unknowingly, Little is connected to the Tree our heroes are desperately searching for or is the very physical embodiment of the Tree itself?

Who knows?

I guess only time will tell.

As of now, we are halfway through the volume and with the recent revelation, things are only just getting started.

If Little’s purpose is truly significant, it’ll show itself in the remaining five episodes. So let’s see how things play out.

~LMS (2023)

#squiggles talks: rwby #rwby #rwby volume 9 #rwby little #rwby volume 9 spoilers #rwby theories #rwby volume 9 theories #ruby rose

[wzyxz]

A Weirdly Accurate Surprise ——————————— pairing: (platonic) mission: impossible x reader

summary: your birthday had been a very well-kept secret since forever, at least until a sneaky teammate uncovers the truth and plans for something much unexpected.

Waking up is the hardest part of the day, but today would be much easier, for today is my favorite day. With a sigh of relief, I turn in my bed. To my surprise, I begin tumbling down. The next thing I hear is a bump, the next thing I see is black, and the next thing I feel is pain. My nose is smushed into my face, yet I don’t care. This is an extremely rare situation for me, getting hurt and not giving a damn. You could ask the rest of my IM team, I promise you, they’d all say the same thing. Once, a guy named Lane shot me in my stomach, and I nearly bashed his face right into the side of a table. As you can pretty clearly tell, I don’t take pain lightly, but today I felt especially giddy, so I let it slide. But, no fits of depressing rage today! Anyways, I pull myself up, despite my legs now becoming wobbly and hurting. I hobble over to my neat, pristine desk in a rush. Benji often says, when he’s over at my house, I clean too much. Everything in my house is organized and reflective, like a bunch of water had been doused on top of every surface in the house. I don’t know if it’s a compliment, but usually right after he says that, he talks about how good my house smells, so I always assume it’s a compliment. I look at the calendar above my desk and run my finger past the days. My finger stops at a day with a red circle and a small birthday cake sticker on it. A bright, toothy grin grows on my face. A giggle escapes my mouth as I dance around in my pajamas. “Ooooh, oooh, ooo- OH-“ I trip on my pajama pants and smush my face on my fluffy rug once more. “Ugghhh, why meeeee? On my birthday tooooo…” I groaned with little peeps of laughter in between words. My body feels like tiny squiggles instead of limbs from my excitement. Birthdays make everyone happy, I hope. They make me happy, especially. My family always had celebrated my birthday. Skating rinks, movie theaters, hanging out with friends. It was all a beautiful hue of birthday memories. I still long for those days. I try to celebrate my birthdays, even if nobody gets to celebrate it with me. Again, I stand up. I’m just a tough cookie, I suppose. Well, today is my birthday! I tell nobody the date, nobody knows when it’s my birthday, so the rest of my team will just randomly surprise me every year. It’s sweet, but really incorrect all the time. I feel as though I have a right to privacy, I don’t have to tell the IMF every little detail. I get dressed in my best outfit, but not fancy, comfortable. Opening the closet, I take out my lovely pair of Kerokerokeroppi slippers and shut the closet door once again. I run out to my living room and flop out onto the couch. No mission today? Seems almost impossible. But it’s my week off, same with Ethan, Ilsa, Benji, and Luthor. The whole team’s got vacation! Snagging the remote with great finesse, my thumb hovered over the Netflix button when the doorbell rang. “Urrrggghhh… whyyyyy?” I dragged myself all the way to the front door, slouching and tired of society. Except, what I had expected to be a door-to-door salesman turned out to be something completely different.

My hand grazes the metal doorknob, my mouth letting out a sigh of disappointment “Seriously, why…? On my birthday, too…” Begrudgingly, I open the door. Right when the light hits my face, a flurry of confetti blows into my eyes. It’s now all a blur of stars and hearts and circles in a variety of colors. Party tweeters yelp like howling coyotes on a humid summer night, being the only sound I can hear. “Wha-“ “SURPRISE!” Four familiar voices blurt out. Through the flurry of shaped confetti, I can make out the sight of my very own IM team. Ethan, Ilsa, Benji, Luthor, all standing at my front door. Albeit hard to see, I can also tell Luthor is carrying a humongous red wagon filled to the brim with gifts, big and small. My head swivels left and right to shake the confetti out of my eyes. Up until that moment, I couldn’t see what was truly happening, but now I saw everything crystal clear. It’s staring at me right in the eyes, a reflection on a smooth lake. My team held armfuls of gifts, not including Luthor, with one hand carrying the loaded wagon and the other carrying even more gifts. “Right… Happy birthday, (Y/N)!” Benji bellowed, trying to explain to my bewildered expression. “But I never told anyone my birthday? How did you guys know?” My brows furrow, confused yet delightfully surprised. “Well, you remember that one time about a month ago when we all met up here for a nice movie night? You received a call from your parents that you had to take, so you stepped outside?” Ethan began revealing how they knew it was my special day. “Well, while you were out, I snuck into your room, lovely room by the way, and looked at the calendar. I scavenged for your birthday. It was something we all decided to do. We never get to throw you a proper birthday party,” Ilsa adds with a slight, proud grin on her face. Obviously, they had been planning this for a while now. Of course I was grateful, but also, she SNUCK INTO MY ROOM? And she didn’t see anything wrong with it? I’ll let it slide for now, I was in too giddy of a mood. Luthor declared, “Well, congrats. You’re old now, like us.” “I’m not that old, Luthor. And neither are you guys, really. I mean maybe a bit but… what?” A shared groan with a smug yet annoyed face began to mask the feelings of everyone. “Alright, alright, come in. Your arms must be exhausted. What’s with all them gifts anyway?” I inquire. It’s extremely odd to see a bunch of top-grade spies with mountains of colorfully-wrapped, bows-on-top gifts. I felt like a spoiled rich kid. “Well, we felt like we owed you one after the false birthdays and crappy five dollar gift cards,” Benji smiles. “Well, eh, I’ll order some pizza. Relax, make yourself at home.” I pull out my phone, opening the Domino’s app.

Once the pizza arrives, we open the box and pleasantly groaned at the lovely pizza smell. “How much was it?” “For a large? Oh it was like, ten bucks. Pretty cheap. Oh! And I got garlic knots.” I pull out five boxes of Domino’s garlic knots, and everyone cheers. “YEAHHH!” Ethan whoops out. His strong voice echoes throughout the kitchen. “Damn. The man likes garlic knots.” I say with a laugh. Right after, Ethan inhales three pizzas and a solid box of garlic knots. Everyone looks at him in surprise. I guess he really does like garlic knots? Wow. Everyone else eats the normal amount of food, leaving four pieces left. Benji pleads to me, “Now open the gifts. Oh, but, open mine first! Please?” Sheepishly, I accept, pulling out the big wagon of gifts. I politely request for Luthor to grab the other gifts. Upon laying the gifts onto the other fuzzy rug I have, Ilsa helps me sort out the gifts by person in alphabetical order. “Oh, and this is mine. You’ll like this one. Better than the other gifts the boys gave you,” Ilsa said with a knowing, prideful smirk. Nearly everyone shot her a dirty look for dissing their presents. “So, Benji, Ethan, Ilsa, and then Luthor, yeah?” Everyone nods. “Okay, Benji first, then.” I pick up a gorgeously wrapped and attractive gift. The gamboge prism in my hands weighed lots. I look at Benji with a slightly curious face, then turn back to the gift. Taking off the bow with what almost seems to be caution to those who are deceived easily, but the team know better. They know I’m so tempted to rip the package to very shreds. Due to my “politeness,” I try not to. The sound of soft ripping fills the crisp, joy-filled air. Finally getting my glimpse of the gift, I see a box with a picture of a Nintendo Switch on it. My mouth opens up wide as I squeal. “BENJII!” A squeaky, blaring voice crawled out of my throat, a spider creeping out of a corner. The very presence of my shrill speech causes everyone to begin a racking laughter, stronger than a lion’s roar. As more gifts open, more wrapping paper was littered on the floor, more laughter faded into the sky, synchronizing with the sunset. 

A few hours later, after dumb conversations, multiple noise complaints filed, yelping laughter, and crumpled up gift wrappers layered on the floor, we decided it was time for the cake. Luthor carefully placed each resplendent candle onto my cake. I watched as he took a lighter and light the candles. A smoking, waxy aroma begins to form. I get up, my fluffy socks padding softly against the floor. My feet run along the tile. Approaching my table, the smell of cooked candles gets much stronger and fills my nostrils. Once I’m sitting on a chair, everyone’s eyes and attention are on me. It feels oddly uncomfortable to have everyone to be looking at me. My heartbeat speeds up slightly; and now, comes the very dreadful “Happy Birthday” song. I’m not saying anything about their singing, but I will say I have no idea who to look at. My cheeks raised, my lips curved into a huge smile, eyes squinted. In this moment, I realize that I no longer yearn for the days that once were, because I no longer needed to. Although it is sad that the days of my happy adolescence are over, there will always be happy days, no matter my age or stage of life. Just because my parents taking me out to ice skate or go to Disneyland will probably never happen anymore, doesn’t mean it can’t with different people. Memories can be sad because they will never happen again, but that’s what makes them beautiful, right? To think, before this event had even happened, my life went

                        down

                           down

                              down 

                                   due to the thought of ghastly, beautiful memories that pained me every time their now forbidden scenery flashed into my head? The thought was foreign. I knew that for the current moment and then on, happy memories could be remade with my coworkers. My team. My friends. They will take care of me. I know it. 

author’s note: @local-emo-4, thank you for your request! hope you enjoyed.

#mission impossible #fanfic #mission impossible fanfic #benji dunn #ethan hunt #ilsa faust #tom cruise #mission impossible x reader

[rachi-roo]

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Moriarty the Patriot: To Break a Gargoyle - Act 1

I'm soooo excited to post this!!!! Me and @giggly-squiggily have teamed up on this fic to make a two-part tale!!! Squiggles you're so cool 😭👏 I had so much fun writing and planning this with you!

Summary: After hoating a successful tea party, William is still sour over Morans betrayal in his time of need and seeks revenge! Only things don't quite go to plan. Lee!William, Ler!Moran.

Act 2 here by the brilliant Giggly-Squiggly!!!

Tw: None.

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It had been a couple of days since the Moriarty household had finished up with hosting the dreaded tea party, and everything had settled down once again. Everything, except the troubles that swirled in William's mind.

The family of three brothers sat enjoying each other's company, along with Fred and Moran whilst Jack was busy elsewhere. William turned the page in his newspaper looking up as Moran stood, pulling his coat over his shoulders.

"Right. I'd best be off then. Got a few errands to run before dinner." He announced, tugging gently on Fred's coat sleeve to get him out of his seat. "Thanks for the tea, Louis. William, Albert." He gave a nod to each brother before turning to leave.

As he did, William stared, an image flashing in his mind. Moran left him. That day, at the tea party. He turned his back and left him to flounder at the mercy of those desperately flirtatious women. He left him. How dare he!

On the surface, William was calm. Composed. He even offered a friendly smile as his friend left to continue his duties, but beneath that cool exterior, a storm was brewing. A plot for revenge. No one betrays William James Moriarty. No one.

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Later that same evening, before dinner was prepared, William approached Moran in the hallway, a look of seriousness on his face. "Moran. I have something to discuss with you in my private study if you could meet me there in five minutes, I have something important to discuss." He spoke quietly, earning a professional nod of acknowledgement from the other.

"Am I to bring the others?"

"No. Come alone. This only requires you." William gave a reassuring smile, heading off towards his study to prepare.

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Exactly five minutes later, Moran arrived outside William's study, knocking on the door. "William. It's Moran... I'm coming in." He opened the door, seeing William sitting at his desk inside.

"Close the door, please. And have a seat." William ordered, smiling softly as he watched Moran do so. So far, it didn't look like his friend suspected a thing. Why would he? William was his trusted boss and friend.

"So, Moran, I trust that you enjoyed your time at the tea party we hosted a couple of days back?" He asked, standing up once Moran was seated, moving to pour the two of them a drop of whisky. Moran watched him, smiling fondly at the memory of all those lovely ladies gathered in one place, not to mention the few who were fawning over him as he stood in the garden.

"Aye, sir. It was an entertaining affair." He chuckled, taking the drink as William handed it to him. The blonde hummed, taking a sip of his own.

"I'm glad you found it so enjoyable. I do hope the job you were given wasn't too taxing."

"Of course not, William. It was a piece of cake."

William set his drink down, standing behind his tall friend as his tone changed. "Piece of cake, you say? Then, do tell me, friend, why is it that you neglected to assist me in my time of need?"

"Sir?" Moran raised a brow, not quite catching on.

"When that woman was viciously flirting with me during my advice hearing. You saw my suffering and turned your back on me. Did you not?"

Moran froze up. How could he forget. "I-I't wasn't meant to be malicious, sir. I just-"

"Just what? You weren't actually fit to help your boss when required and lied to me about your capabilities? Or is it that you left me to undergo such torment on purpose? Mutiny, essentially." William cracked his knuckles as Moran gulped.

"No sir, I wasn't intending to-"

"You really did turn your back on me, Moran. Which was your first and last mistake!" In a flash, William dove upon Moran's sides, squeezing a massaging his fingers into the well-toned muscle, a wicked grin on his cheeks.

"Now you will-... Wh-?" William's smile faded when he got no reaction from his attack. Not even a flinch? How is he not laughing? It's like he just turned off all his nerve endings. Like he's made of stone or something! "How- Uh!" His blood ran cold when he looked up, seeing Moran's playful, smug grin and vengeful side-eye.

"Oooh, you are a scary one. Ain't ya, Lord of Crime?" He grinned, standing from his chair and calmly leaning over William to put his drink on the desk behind him. "Yep, you sure taught me a lesson."

The smaller blonde took a step back, bumping into his desk as his hitman towered over him. "I-I was only having a laugh, Moran. You know I would never truly be hurt by something so trivial." This was true. Of course William was only playing. But Moran didn't look satisfied with this excuse.

His grin softened as he grabbed Williams's wrists, holding them over his head with ease. "My turn~" He jeered, bringing his free hand to William's stretched-out ribs, starting to lightly pinch up and down his slender frame.

Each squeeze earned a hiccup-like squeak from the Lord of Crime as he flinched and jumped at the tickly zaps that sent shivers down his spine.

"Wait! Mor-Aha! I didn't Hah! Let me explAHAin! Stahap!" He blushed, embarrassed by how easily he was reduced to a giggly mess, with the defence of a wet napkin. He was so glad he shut the door, lest some prying eyes fall upon the scene. "Stahap it, Moran!"

His pleading only seemed to egg the hitman on, switching from small squeezes to continuous drilling between and on the sensitive bone. "Oh come on now, William. You should know better than to try something like that on me."

"I-I'm sahaharry! Ahaha! Nohoho!" Will gasped as he managed to slip his wrists free, making a break for the door. Just too slow. He felt the large hand of his attacker grab his shoulder, pulling him back before wrapping his arms around William's stomach, lifting him clear from the ground with ease.

"Pardon my roughness, Sir. But I can't let you go just yet." Moran grinned, shaking his fingers into William's sides, chucking as he listened to his loud, boyish laughter.

"Wahahait! Oho lord- Ahaha! Mohoran! AHA!" He grabbed and pushed on Moran's python-like grip, desperate to wriggle free from the ticklish prison. It was no use, nothing could escape the gargoyles grasp once you became ensnared in it.

"Plehehease! AHAHA!" His laughter turned to bubbly, chirping, giggling as Moran's hands started shaking into his tummy. "Ehehehe! N-Not thehere!"

"Not there?" Moran raised a brow, shifting his hands further up and sinking into the poor man's underarms instead. "How about here? Is this better, sir?" He teased, gasping as he narrowly missed a kick to the bollocks as William flailed.

"GYAHAHAHA! Nooo! AhahaAHA! P-Plehease! Oh lohord!"

"Tickle, tickle, tickle, William~ To think, you would have me suffering the same if you could. How cruel of you." Morans mocking tone only made things worse for William.

"AHAHAHHAHAAA! P-Please forgihihive meee! HAHA!" That was twice Moran almost had his jewels booted, time to change again. He set William down, quickly straddling his hips, pinning him on his back.

"No! Nononono! Wahait!"

William fought off his hands with his killer precision, but the ghost tickles were too much of a distraction and he was soon under attack again. This time Moran pinned one arm up, clawing mercilessly at the sensitive underarm as William tried in vain to defend himself.

"AAAAH! Moran! I-I'll do anythihing! Plehehease!" The boy's cheeks were red as the roses that bloomed in the garden, and wet with mirthful tears as he howled with laughter.

"Oooh, anything? Hmm... Nah." This man was evil. He just wanted to make William regret trying to attack him. His hands switched back to William's sides, shaking in vigorously as he smirked teasingly.

"Morahahan! Th-This is ridihiculous!"

"You started it!"

"A-Ahalright!" William snorted. "I-I give in! Plehehase!"

"Well, since you asked nicely." Moran smiled, patting William's cheek as he stopped his attack, still sitting upon his boss's lap. "Hehe, look at you." He smirked, referring to William's tangled hair and wrinkled shirt collar.

"I-Ihihi... I'll have to tidy... mysehelf before... Dinner."

Moran nodded, starting to poke at the tired assassin's tummy as he spoke. "Look, William, you know I respect you. Hell, I'd give my life for you. But I'm afraid when it comes to tickling, I just can't let you walk away from an attempt on me like that." He chuckled, watching him twitch and bat at his poking hand.

"Ohokay! Stop, stop... Haha... I'll remember that..." William chuckled, taking Moran's hand as he helped him up.

"There is only one man who knows how to beat me in a war of tickles. And I'm afraid he ain't you. Better luck next time though." The large man grinned, patting his friend's hair before leaving the room, winking as he shut the door behind him.

William thought for a moment. One man who knows how to beat him. Who could that be? The cogs were turning in William's mind again. There was definitely going to be a round two.

#moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot tickles #lee!William #ler!Moran #Giggly-squiggily #joint fic #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community

[karineverse]

you may not have drawn them all but you did so well! They all turned out so nicely.

omg the way there's art - in the form of butterflies all around Ink with the red lighting cast upon him. It's like he's in his own little world doodling away! Very well done! Expresses his creativity like he's creating life with his silly tongue sticking out because he's so concentrated

and then the messing with Error?? So funny. Error's silly eyebrows caught my eyes because the little squiggles are so squiggly. Makes him almost seem like he doesn't mind Ink pestering him so much!

Ink staring into the mirror is still slightly funny because of the face he's making in the mirror. I think you meant for it to come off as sad? Since pure white space coupled seeing himself bare would likely remind him of not so fun times

Dream holding the little candle like he's about to go somewhere in the middle of the night. He looks so tired. The lighting you did is well done and pleasing to look at. Even though I am worried for the state of Dream's sanity

If I add the Dream getting the unwanted visitor to the candle lighting practice you did, it creates almost a story. Like, he hears the knock and instead of turning the light on right away. Maybe his old mannerisms kick in and he lights the candle and walks downstairs to go see who's knocking? And that's why he's so tired. Man, someone please let him get some good sleep. He looks so done with everything

and then and then and then, my favorite you did HAS to be Dream holding the lizard. He looks so happy to be holding the little creature and the colors? MWUAH. THANK YOU FOR THIS MASTERPIECE!!! Happy Dream is best Dream

Thank you for coming to my ted talk (aka gushing about how much I love your art)

OH MY GOD thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺 I can see you actually looked at it and aaaaa thank you 🥹

Ahem here we go

I wanted to try a different thing with every drawing! Though I tried the same thing on two of them they look completely different!! And yeah Ink was doodling plants and bugs so I figured out I should add it as a background instead of showing his work.

Ehehe I'm glad you like Error's eyebrows 🥺 maybe he's not that bothered by having a bit of someone else instead of himself.

Look it looks like that cuz I suck with perspective okay??? 😭 I fucked up the mirror thing and it just looks very... Weird at very least... But yeah!! He is the only colorful thing on the picture, the whole room is while and empty and the only thing there is a mirror that only reveals that he's just like the room (see how that sounded really cool while the drawing looks like shit?) I also forgot a scar I wanted him to have and other details but I'm not gonna even stress about it.

Ok so, I like to talk about this a bit... Ahem. I draw Dream like that (tired, a bit sad, nervous, and all that) both because their face is literally just like that and because they are actually tired from all that he's been gone through, specially since he had to deal with ALL THAT after being a stone for 500 years (plus he was a child before). He doesn't sleep properly (he could go days without sleeping but it does help), and the anxiety won't let him just be in peace for a damn second, but still his face is also just built like that. And thank you for giving me a reason to draw a candle again, I kinda like drawing those :].

Lizards are the most precious creatures ever, I know.

Thank you for giving me such fun drawing prompts AND talking about them in details AND letting me ramble about them too!!!!! You're the best anon goodnight 🥺🥺🥺🥺

#also if you're wondering if I don't like people who don't talk about my art #you looked at my art. i already love you. you wasted a bit of your time to give me a like and even reblog it (which I highly recommend) #I love you bro. don't worry. #kv asks #I'm so kicking my feet rn

[mrsketchy]

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

9. What are your file name conventions

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

12. Easiest part of body to draw

Sorry for the wait! Here goes~

Long Post inbound!

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw?

Fanart is very intimidating, especially when it comes to complex designs with lots of details. Currently I'm a big Genshin fan but all the characters give me grief.

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in?

Going way back to Deviantart, I started a roleplay worldbuilding project with a friend called DNAnarchy.

Unfortunately, it was too ambitious for our skill sets and attention spans. A lot of the characters still live on, either recycled or redesigned to better suit our new aesthetic preferences. I still have the Lore sitting in the back of my mind, but I doubt I'll do much with it.

That's not even starting to touch upon the comics I'd love to make.

9. What are your file name conventions

For the longest time, I would use keysmashing ie: asqwerkljn.jpg.

After a few unfortunate computer crashes or reformatting, I eventually sucked it up and sorted everything into folders based upon original characters/fanart/roleplay.

File names that would be a combination of Character name/Pairing name + verb/noun and usually with some janky spelling to stop accidental duplicates of the same subject manner.

It took a long time to relearn this new system, but now it's so much easier to find anything in a pinch.

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

The easy answer would be shoes/boots, they're always challenging and fun to design!

A more in depth answer would be:

There are a lot of repetitive shapes/angles in my drawings. If you know what to look for, you'll find them everywhere. My favourite bits usually involve this specific squiggle S shape that can be found in zippers, ribbons, frills, shoe laces, tassels, etc.

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

Most of the time I'll listen to a variety of true crime podcasts/youtube videos. So long as hosts have a voice cadence that I can follow easily without subtitles/video (since processing what people are saying is a difficulty for me)

On the other hand, I also enjoy Distractible, video game long plays or media analysis (youtube video essays). Essentially, just having people ramble on helps me keep focus.

12. Easiest part of body to draw

A cool stylistic trick I use is solid shadows to block out shapes, this means I can essentially cheat by technically not drawing certain body parts at all and your mind fills in the rest.

Most commonly I use this for under the jaw, and it will very quickly make a face pop out.

Thank you for your questions!

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feel free to ask something off script too~

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[mperosx]

Everything Under the Sun (The Feast of this Saint) || AmaEros

Because no feast day should ever go uncelebrated!! Thank you for waiting my dear as I did dual feature days, battled being sick and dealt with stress. May this thread more than make up for the delay! @amaterasuxmp

—*

   It had been the children’s idea. He had told them why he had been artfully arranging the massive bouquet of flowers in their mom’s day room and the wealth of their combined imaginations had taken over. The more they rattled off ideas and Eros quickly wrote them down on paper, the more he liked what they had in mind!

   They had only hours to bring about the wellspring of their efforts but Eros and his children were quick when it came to weaving the spell of creativity over any space. They had clearly inherited it from him as Eros carted them off to the stores they chose and gathered both gifts and crafting supplies galore. Their small hands created with more swiftness than they thought they possessed paper cranes on strings, tissue paper roses that they trailed to her special room, and colored drawings of their little family with such care that even Eros stared in surprise as he wrapped gifts.

  When they had finished decorating the house in glorious shades of sunrise and hiding their presents all over, the trio began on making the feast. Can’t have a feast day without a real feast!

   “No dad,” Evander corrects as he squeezes the icing pipe firmly with both of his tiny hands. The red of a thin squiggle flows from the tip of the pipe and onto the brown icing atop the cupcakes that Cordelia had made. Mocha flavored icing to top chocolate and vanilla mini cupcakes complete with thin red icing designs. Evander squeezes until he’s satisfied and then looks at Eros who peers down at it. It’s a horrid little ball of a shape but his youngest looks beside himself with pride.

   “It’s a heart!” The little one declares triumphant. His sister comes over to have herself a look and makes a face. Eros watches her with an expression that reads equal parts fear and indignation should she say anything mean.

  “That’s all wrong,” she says pointing at it. “You didn’t kiss it after! You know the love magic doesn’t work if you don’t add the kiss!”

   Eros’ shoulders visibly relax at this and Evander’s scrunch up close to his ears much like his father’s had been. He brings it to his lips instantly and lays on it a gentle kiss, the design smooshing a bit with the effort. “MAGIC!”

   The children set about kissing each treat they made for Amaterasu and calling their elder half brother Alexios to ask for further advice. Eros steps just slightly back from the table and where he can still see them to text his wife with a little smile. He quickly arranges to collect her for the surprise.

{txt to: Sunny D}: We’ll be there soon! But forgive the kids if they crash later! I believe in their thrill to create a special day for you they may fall asleep sooner than planned tonight!

#;amaterasuxmp #{para;} Everything Under the Sun #;amaeros #{{ FEAST DAY!!!

[woobieiscool2]

I dream of you so often still. Last night's was something I never had, and never will have. Something I know is too late, but I still feel the nerves and shame of it. It went on so long, even after I woke up and looked around for you, I went back to sleep and kept having the same dream. If it was lucid, I'd still be there holding you.

I dreamt we were at your house, the one I'd pick you up at when we started seeing each other. We were talking, making jokes, smiling, hugging, small kisses here and there. We knew we had to go somewhere, we both had backpacks and papers. We had a chemistry test that we had to go take. Your mom walked in to both greet and remind us, the time had passed us by and we were almost late. On the way out, your sister held the door open for us. You walked out first and as I approached I mouthed to her "I'm back" and gave her a big hug. It was as if it was recent that we started seeing each other again. There was so much happiness in the air. We got to the school and it was a massive hall, numbered and lettered. We sat next to each other at the end of the empty room. When we stood still, I'd wrap my arms around you and rest my head on your shoulder. I can feel it on my ear now as my nose struggles to remember that scent, your perfume. It was ten minutes past the start time and you shuffled papers around and realized we were in the wrong room. We walked into another full of microscopes and samples. I suddenly realized that I didn't know anything, and I became so nervous. You walked up to the front and grabbed a test for each of us and we sat next to each other. I gave you a kiss and wished you good luck. Most of the rest of the dream was reading through the questions, looking in the microscope, and glancing over at your fingers running through your hair and your fingers squiggling in bubbles. You eventually finished the test and got up to go back home and I stayed behind. I struggled to answer anything. More and more people left. I couldn't find the time anywhere, and the test booklet seemed longer and longer every time I leafed through the pages.

So many times, I got the feeling of just quitting. Perfectly paralleled in my conscious life. I don't know if I should just quit. I leave so much at half, but I think about finishing so much, and I know I can.

It was finally time to turn everything in. I was nowhere near done. I stepped out, alone and depressed. With a terrible feeling of disappointment in myself. I knew it was 11pm outside, but the sun was as bright as ever. I found my car in the lot, only to realize I was still a few spots over. I ended up walking into an empty store, and when I looked outside it was finally dark. I wasn't looking for anything. There were a few people in there, and they were messing with the store owner and I just watched. They kept making her pick up a bag and send it up the elevator. It seemed almost routine. I finally left and it was day time again. I drove past a long line of cars. A lot that I recognized and wanted photos of. I noticed there was an irregular amount of nice cars, all back to back. So I followed the line up to a lot and walked around, looking for something again. I woke up.

I don't know why this dream was so vivid. I feel like I can go back to sleep now and continue it. If it means I'd be with you, then I'd have nothing against it. If the only life with you that is possible is when I close my eyes, then I'll accept it. As long as I can hear you and hold you in some way. I'd love that life. With that detail and clarity. It was almost real.

I've been awake for maybe an hour total since then, in total. I still feel the shame of not knowing any of the answers and the loneliness of the walk out of the classroom. I really don't know the answers. And even if it's obvious where to look, I can't find that either.

Where do I go and what do I do?

[janecrockeyre]

scum villain is a greek tragedy disguised as a regular tragedy disguised as a comedy disguised as a danmei

this is going to be long, and this is only PART ONE.

a.k.a, Analysing the plot of Scum Villain’s Self Saving System through Aristotle’s Poetics, because I Have Mental Issues

Part One: Introduction and the Tragic Hero

Scum Villain’s Self Saving System is a tragedy disguised as a comedy, unless you’re Shen Yuan, in which case it’s a mixture of a romance and a survival horror. It's a fever dream. It's a horrible, terrible book that made me feel new undiscovered emotions when I finished reading it. 

The thing is... SVSSS shares characteristics with some of the most famous tragedies in the West, such as Oedipus Rex, Medea, Antigone, the Oresteia... if you haven’t read these, I’ll explain everything. But the gist of my argument is this: SVSSS is the perfect tragedy. In triplicate. 

Tragedy as a genre is old as balls and so it has meant slightly different things to different people over the last few thousand years. I'll be focusing on ancient Greek tragedy, which was performed at the yearly Festival of Dionysus in Athens during the 500-350s BC (give or take a hundred years). Aristotle, when writing about this very specific subset of tragedy, had no idea that one day Scum Villain would be written, and then that I would be using his work as a way to look at Shen Qingqiu’s Funky Transmigration Mistake. Anyway!

Greek tragedy greatly influenced European dramatic tradition. I have a lot of opinions about white academics idolising and upholding the classics as the "paragon of culture" but I'll withhold them for now. I have no idea if MXTX has read Greek tragedy or not, so don't take this as me saying they are writing it. 

In my opinion, tragedy is a universal human constant. We are surrounded by pain and hurt and none of it makes any sense, so we seek to process that pain through drama, art, literature, etc. We want to understand why pain happens, and how it happens, and try to make sense of the senseless. The universe is cold and cruel and random. Tragedy eases some of that pain. 

On that note: Just because I am analysing Scum Villain through a Greek lens doesn't mean that it was written that way. I'm pasting an interpretation onto the book when there's probably a very rich and deep history of Chinese tragedy that I just don't know about. If you ever want to talk about that, please, god, hit me up, I would love to learn about it!! 

Anyway, tragedy. MXTX is excellent at it! Mo Dao Zu Shi? Painful dynastic family tragedy. Heaven Official's Blessing? Mostly romance, but she managed to get that pure pain in there, huh? 

But in my opinion, Scum Villain holds the crown for the most tragic of her stories. MDZS was more of a mystery. TGCF was more of a romance. Neither of them shy away from their tragic elements. 

Scum Villain would fit right in between the work of Sophocles, Euripides and Aeschylus. How? Let me show you. Join me on my mystery tour into the world of "Aristotle Analyses Danmei..."

Part One: The Tragic Hero

What is a tragic hero? Generally, Greek tragic heroes are united by the same key characteristics. He must be imperfect, having a "fatal flaw" of some kind. He must have something to lose. And he must go from fortune to misfortune thanks to that fatal flaw. 

There are two (technically three) tragic protagonists in SVSSS and all of them are tragic in different but formulaic ways. Each protagonist has their own version of “hamartia” or a “fatal flaw”. 

Actually, hamartia isn’t necessarily a flaw - rather, it is a thing which makes the audience pity and fear for them, a careful imperfection, a point of weakness in the character’s morality or reasoning that allows for bad things to happen to them. For example, in Oedipus Rex, the king Oedipus has a “fatal flaw” of always wanting to find the truth, but this isn’t exactly a flaw, right? Note: this flaw can be completely unwitting, as we see with Shen Yuan. It can also be something that the protagonist is born with, some kind of trait from birth or very young. 

Shen Yuan

Shen Yuan’s “hamartia” is his rigid adherence to fate and his inability to read a situation as anything but how he thinks it ought to be. He believes that Bingmei will grow into Bingge, and it takes several years, two deaths, and some truly traumatising sex to convince him otherwise. 

Shen Jiu

Shen Jiu’s fatal flaw is his cruelty. It is his own sadistic treatment and abuse of Binghe which directly leads to his eventual dismemberment. This is kind of a no-brainer. Of course, it isn't all that simple, and as an audience we pity him for his cruelty as much as we fear it because we know it comes from his own abuse as a child. This just makes him even more tragic. Delicious. 

Luo Binghe

Luo Binghe’s fatal flaw is a complicated mix of things. It is his position as the “protagonist” which compels him to act in certain ways and be forced to suffer. It is his half-demonic heritage, something entirely out of his control, which sets in motion his tragic reversal of fortune when he gets yeeted into the Abyss. He also, much like Shen Yuan, has the propensity to jump to conclusions and somehow make 2 + 2 = 5. 

As well as having their respective “flaws”, all three protagonists match the rough outline of a good tragic hero in another way: they are in a position of great wealth and power. Even when you split the different characters into different “versions”, this still holds true. Yes, Luo Binghe is raised a commoner by a washerwoman foster mother, but his dad is an emperor and he also ends up becoming an emperor himself. 

Yes, Shen Jiu is an ex-slave and a victim of abuse himself, but Shen Qingqiu is a powerful peak lord with an entire mountain’s worth of resources at his back. 

Shen Yuan is a second generation new money rich kid. 

Bingge is a stereotypical protagonist with a golden finger. Bingmei is a treasured and loved disciple with a good reputation and a privileged seat by his shizun’s side. 

In a tragedy, having this kind of good fortune at the beginning of your story is dangerous. Chaucer says that tragedy is (badly translated into modern english) “a certain story / of him that stood in great prosperity / and falls out of high degree / into misery, and ends up wretchedly”. If we follow this line of thinking, a good tragedy is about someone who has a lot to lose, losing everything because of one fatal point of weakness that they fail to address or understand. 

If we look at Shakespeare, this is what makes King Lear such a fantastic tragic protagonist. He is a king in control of most of England, who from his own lack of wisdom and excess of pride, decides to split his kingdom apart to give to his daughters, favouring his murderous, double crossing progeny, and condemning his only actually filial daughter to death. He loses his kingdom, his mind, and his beloved daughter, all because of his own stupidity.

This brings us to:

Part Two: Peripeteia

This reversal of fortunes is called peripeteia. It is the moment where the entire plot shifts, and the hero’s fortunes go from good to bad. Think of it like one of those magic eye puzzles, where you stare at the image until a 3D shark appears, except you realise the shark was always there, you just couldn't ever see it, waiting for you, hungry, deadly, always lurking just behind that delightful pattern of random blue squiggles. 

Each tragic hero has their own moment of peripeteia in SVSSS, sometimes several:

Shen Qingqiu

In the original PIDW, SQQ’s peripeteia presumably occurs when he finds out that Bingge didn’t perish in the Abyss but has actually been training hard to come and pay him back. There’s really not much I’m interested in saying here - as a villain, OG!SQQ is cut and dry, and the audience doesn’t really feel any pity or fear for him. As Shen Yuan often mentions, what the audience feels when they see OG!SQQ is bloodlust and sick satisfaction. There is also the trial at Huan Hua Palace, which I will talk about in Shen Yuan’s section. 

Shen Yuan (SQQ 2.0)

One of SY’s most poggers moment of peripeteia is the glorious, terrifying section between hearing Binghe for the first time after the Abyss moment, and getting shoved into the Water Prison. 

“Behind him, a low and soft voice came: “Shizun?”

Shen Qingqiu’s neck felt stiff as he slowly turned his head. Luo Binghe’s face was the most frightening thing he had ever seen.

The scariest thing about it was that the expression on his face was not cold at all. His smile wasn’t sharp like a knife. Rather, it showed a kind of bone-deep gentleness and amiability.”

This is the moment of true horror for Shen Yuan, because he knows what happens next: the plot unfurls before him, inevitable and painful, and he knows that death awaits him at Luo Binghe's hands (lol). Compare it with the bone deep certainty with which he faces his own downfall during the sham of a trial later in the chapter (I’ve bolded the important part):

“In the original work, Qiu Haitang’s appearance signified only one thing: Shen Qingqiu’s complete fall from grace. [...] Shen Qingqiu’s heart streamed with tears. Great Master… I know you’re doing this for my own good, but I’ll actually suffer if she speaks her words clearly. This truly is the saying “not frightened of doing a shameful deed, just afraid the ghost (consequences) will come knocking”!”

After the peripeteia is usually the denouement where the plot wraps up and the threads are all tied together leaving no loose ends, but because this tragedy isn’t Shen Yuan’s but the former Shen Jiu’s, it’s impossible to finish. 

Shen Yuan cannot provide the meaningful answers that the narrative demands because 1) he doesn’t have any memory of doing anything, and 2) he wasn’t the person who did them. Narratively, he cannot follow the same path as the former SQQ because he lacks the same fatal flaw: cruelty. 

This is why Binghe doesn’t kill him - because he loves him, rather than despises him. And this is why Shen Yuan has to sacrifice himself and die for Luo Binghe in order to save him from Xin Mo: because the narrative demands that denouement follows peripeteia, and SQQ’s fate is in the hands of the narrative. 

(Side note: I believe that this literal death also represents the death of OG!SQQ's tragic arc. The body that committed all those crimes must die to satisfy the narrative. SQQ must die, like burning down a forest, so that new growth can sprout from the ashes. After this, Shen Yuan's story has more room to develop instead.)

It must happen to show Bingmei that SQQ loves him too. And this brings us to Bingmei.

Bingmei

Bingmei has two succinct moments of utter downfall. The first is a literal fall - his flaw, his demonic heritage, leads his beloved shizun to throw him down into the Abyss. From his point of view, SQQ is punishing him simply for the status of his birth. He rapidly goes from being loved and cherished unconditionally, to being the victim of an assassination attempt. 

He realises that he is totally unlovable: that for the crimes of his species that he never had a hand in, he must pay the price as well: that his shizun is so righteous that no matter what love there was between them, if SQQ sees a demon, he will kill it. Even if that demon is Bingmei. 

The second moment is when SQQ dies for him. Again, from his point of view, he was chasing after a man who was struggling to see him as a human being. Shen Qingqiu’s death makes Bingmei realise that he has been completely misunderstanding his shizun: that SQQ would literally die for him, the ultimate act of self sacrifice from love: that SQQ loved him despite his demon heritage. 

Much like King Lear holding the corpse of his daughter and wailing in sheer grief and pain because he did this, he caused this, Bingmei gets to hold his shizun's cold body and cry his eyes out and know that it was his fault. (Kind of.)

(Yes, I’m bringing Shakespeare into this, no I am not justifying myself)

Maybe I'm a bit sadistic, but that scene slaps. Let me show you a comparison of scenes so you get the picture. 

Re-enter KING LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his arms; EDGAR, Captain, and others following

KING LEAR

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones:

Had I your tongues and eyes, I'ld use them so

That heaven's vault should crack. She's gone for ever!

I know when one is dead, and when one lives;

She's dead as earth. Lend me a looking-glass;

If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,

Why, then she lives.

[...]

 KING LEAR

And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life!

Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,

And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,

Never, never, never, never, never!

Pray you, undo this button: thank you, sir.

Do you see this? Look on her, look, her lips,

Look there, look there!

Dies

Versus this scene in SVSSS: 

Luo Binghe turned a deaf ear to everything else, greatly agitated and at a loss of what to do. He was still holding Shen Qingqiu’s body, which was rapidly cooling down. It seemed like he wanted to call for him loudly and forcefully shake him awake, yet he didn’t dare to, as if he was afraid of being scolded. He said slowly, “Shizun?”

[...]

Luo Binghe involuntarily held Shen Qingqiu closer.

He said in a small voice, “I was wrong, Shizun, I really… know that I was wrong.

“I… I didn’t want to kill you…”

PAIN. SO MUCH BEAUTIFUL PAIN. Yes, I know Shakespeare isn’t Athenian, but he was inspired by the good old stuff and he also knew how to write a perfect tragedy on his own terms. Anyway. I’ll find more Greek examples later.

This post was a bit all over the place, but I hope it has been fun to read. Part Two will be coming At Some Point, Who Knows When. This is a bit messy and unedited, but hey, I’m not getting paid or graded, so you can eat any typos or errors. Unless you’re here to talk to me about Chinese tragedy, in which case, please pull up a seat, let me get you a drink, make yourself at home.

ps: if you want to retweet this, here is the promo tweet!

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[all-might-can-smash-me]

Dad/Family headconons

Masterlist

Aizawa, Taishiro, Toshinori, Sir Nighteye, and Hawks

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

Despite him being that kind of nonchalant, I don’t give a shit about anything kind of person.....he’s a family guy

Loves kids

He just wants you to have a huge army of kids following alongside you hand in hand to visit him at work.

Looks forward to being able to relate to someone else with his quirk

Doesn’t care if they are all girls, all boys, a mixture of both, or even fostering or adopting, he’s for everything

Was kind of afraid to open up about that side of himself when you two got married, but you are all for it too

Feels that he can handle it with your help thanks to having some experience with dealing with his students

Is slapped in the face with shock when you two have your first 2 or 3 kids because infants are, you guessed it, nothing like teens who are all emotional about becoming a prohero

Guess he would be prepared for whenever they would get to their teenage years

Except for periods because he didn’t know anything about them but he’ll probably take the time to learn about it from you

Still happy over his growing army though

Still loves the chaos of it all, plus it’s good to have Aizawa to control their quirks when they start to develop

The chaos also reminds him of his own time in school with his few friends he had....they were always so vibrant and loud unlike him and he kind of envied it (secretly)

Yamada and Kayama (Present Mic and Midnight) loves to visit his little army and spoil them with toys and snacks even if Aizawa disapproved of it

You helped hand out the toys and snacks.....Aizawa could suck it up

Napping piles are normal in this household, so don’t be freaked when you see all of your children curled up or around Aizawa under a pillow fort in the living room.

It breaks his heart everytime though when his kids beg to take a stray cat home and he has to say no....but he’ll end up going back on patrol to feed it and then probably cave in and bring it home anyway

He’ll just shrug off his children’s accusations of him being a ‘hypocrite’ for saying no to their pleas earlier and say something like ‘Well I said you couldn’t do it, nothing about me though’

The tea parties are lit and he’ll crush anyone at a video game

Taishiro Toyomistu/Fatgum

Really never thought about having his own kids until meeting Kirishima and Tamaki

Life was changed FOREVER since meeting them, now he would like to have his own family

It was kind of confusing to finally have the talk of having kids a couple of years into your marriage, but your views on having kids were changed too after meeting the two UA students

He let you on thinking just one or two kids were great, but you didn’t know if you should have been surprised that you were in the hospital room pushing out your 5th child

It was kind of funny to see Taishiro freaking out even if it was his 5th time next to you in labor

Your kids were so use to it they just sat out in the hallway doing their schoolwork or playing games on their iPads as Kirishima and Tamaki watched over them (your labor would always catch them while they were out on patrol)

I picture that all his kids are girls

He uses the excuse “just one more kid, maybe this time it’ll be a boy”, It’s NEVER a boy

I feel that he’s the dad to sneak home McDonald’s fries or ice cream to his kids despite you not liking it

Will take the blame when you catch one of your daughters munching on fries on the way back to her room (daughters will also try to take the blame, but how the heck could girls 13 and younger sneak out all the way to McDonalds)

He’ll also get all his daughters together to bake a cake and also decorate it. The creativity shown by his daughters will always amaze him.

He and his daughters would even clean up the kitchen together...mostly so that you wouldn’t get mad upon seeing the kitchen as a disaster

Gets way into watching Barbie’s Life in the Dream House and secretly really loves our queen Raquelle

All Might/Toshinori Yagi

Just wants one little girl

To spoil her ROTTEN!

Seeing his friend David Sheild’s daughter Melissa grow up and look so happy always made him envious. Young Midoriya also played a huge role in his desire for at least one kid

One child was enough for the two of you and thankfully your first and only child was a girl

Gran Torino will also spoil her rotten along with Sir Nighteye

Will not be embarrassed to be caught sprawled out on the ground with your daughter playing with dolls

He’s actually quite proud of the fact that he doesn’t mind getting down and dirty when it comes to playing with ‘girly’ things with his young daughter unlike other dads

Loves to play Studio Ghibli movies for your daughter.....but Yagi is way more into it

I say this because Toshinori will try to hide his tears while watching My Neighbor Totoro as your daughter is fast asleep on his lap.

He will also sneak in a rated pg-13 hero movie from the United States in when your gone too....and then he’ll act surprise when your daughter would repeat the fowl language she heard in the movie

He would and WILL spend hours on YouTube to learn how to braid hair and put bows in and ribbons

He would bring her to work a lot too to see class 1A in action

Daughter will forever be his ‘baby’, so he HATES the thought of her starting to date and get married.

So when she admitted that the boy ‘Todoroki’ in his class was handsome while heading home one day from his work, he swore off boys....

He wasn’t surprised though, she was always managing to get Todoroki to hold her hand while Toshinori would have class 1A doing scenarios in teams and showing off her hair to him and asking if he noticed anything different.

Todoroki is a good sport, he held her hand and always complimented her hair...

Yeah she was mad at Toshinori and you made him unswear off boys, especially Todoroki

Brings your daughter to work just to brag about how he did her hair to EVERYONE

Mirai Sasaki/Sir Nighteye

Eh....he didn’t want kids, never had the desire tbh

Though something about UA students’ charming personalities making these heroes want families. Mirio got him thinking one kid couldn’t be so bad

You were shocked when he asked to have a kid, but you agreed....after discussing it for awhile to make sure he wanted this

I picture him having one cute, little shy boy

Like the cute little boy with glasses who wears those cute shorts with a bug related shirt that just wants to search for roly-poly in the dirt and grass in the back yard

Very quiet and a bit shy around new people, but is literally the most polite little boy in the WORLD

Nighteye will use his quirk on his son when out looking for bugs to just see if he missed something in the grass or dirt, but that’s as far as he’ll use it

The reason why Nighteye thinks he’s so funny is because your son (and you of course along with mirio) are the only ones who laugh at his jokes, especially your son

Your son finds ANYTHING his dad says or does hilarious. His dad made a gasp of excitement along side his son upon finding a millipede? Instant laughter will follow

Those bouts of laughter from his son is the best feeling in the world to him

Tried to make your son an expert on All Might, but gave up when he came to his conclusion that your son just wasn’t into it.

It was kind of weird at first to find out his son was just simply NOT into heroes, but now he just loves the fact that his son likes what he likes and doesn’t let himself get swayed by others, even his own mom and dad

If you can’t make his little boy, his pride and joy, laugh? Sorry, but don’t talk to Nighteye or his son ever again

He will sit and listen to his little boy go on and on and on and ON about anything and never get bored (or show it). He will sit and listen intently about the cool facts about the bug he found or a plant.

He’d even listen to the longest explanation about a tiny little squiggle on a piece of paper that he drew on if it was being told by his little boy.

Will even put a meeting on hold just to answer a FaceTime from his son from your phone just to listen to him talk about a leaf he made a pressing of....and will sit there with the volume all the way up on his phone too so the others in the room can hear as well.

Will spend all night pinning bugs to a board to frame and label just for your son

Keigo Takami/Hawks

He didn’t even want to date tbh

Though when he met you? The cliche ‘love at first sight’ happened and soon the two of you were married pretty quickly and boy was he a happy man

He didn’t really even want kids either. He just didn’t want to have kids and somehow they end up with a childhood like his that’s not the greatest or most normal, plus he was happy with the little domestic life with you.

But then IT happened. You know, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much and poof, a baby? Yeah....

He was TERRIFIED, but once your first child came into the world, a new sense of happiness sparked within him, like his own eyes opened for the first time to the world

This happened twice more, ending up with his happy family consisting of you, his two boys, and his little girl.

He’s the kind of dad to have his wallet FILLED with pictures of his kids and you. He will shamelessly show them off to fans while on patrol and also to Endeavor....even if he’s seen them a trillion times. Also his office is filled with framed pictures too

He also gets in trouble a lot along with his two boys for playing to rough and loudly within the house by you, especially for flying and being too competitive with video games and ANY activity he would take part in with them.

What can he say? His sons were like the best friends he was never able to have as a kid, he wanted to take in the beauties of having an energetic family

He doesn’t play favorites, but when it comes to his little girl? Sometimes he’ll catch a feeling of her feeling like she’s the odd one out when it comes to her two older brothers and he can relate to that feeling.

So he’ll set aside some dad and daughter time to do the things she likes, like read, color, and draw

He would even let her do his hair with tiny braids and color pieces of clip in hair and many butterfly clips. Keigo would also then wear it out proudly on patrol and check his reflection MULTIPLE times to make sure everything was in place.

He would then shout to the press and paparazzi that his daughter did his hair, showing it off in the process

When the picture would come out with the headliner ‘Hawks’ New Look Thanks to Daughter’ for the news the next day, the look of pride and awe on your daughters face upon looking at the front cover of the magazines and newspapers at the store you and his family would shop at would absolutely melt his heart melt

He’s the first one to pull back the covers to let his children climb in when scared by a thunderstorm or the spooky shadow in their room even if they may be getting ‘too old’ to be doing that...according to Endeavor however, so that information might be wrong

Bribes his kids not to tell you that he entered the house through the window and not the front door

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[littlemisssquiggles]

So...about The Owl House Season 3: Episode 1---"Thanks To Them"....

..So...I woke up to watching this special this fine morning and...my God, there is so much to unpack and digest from it that I don't think I'll be able to get through in just one musing post.

So for now, this squiggle meister is simply just going to focus on the one major element of this special that got me the most out of all the great that was featured in it.

In case some of you don't know, Hunter is pretty much my favourite character in the entire series (second to Willow, of course).

So obviously, if I'm gonna discuss this special, I just HAVE to talk about all that went down with him.

[SPOILERS AHEAD! NUFF SAID!]

Firstly, to everyone who said that the Owl House leaks were fakes fabricated by Dana and the TOH team…well, ya'll must be feeling mighty silly right now because, it's one thing to be bamboozled once and another to be tricked twice.

Turns out, the leaks that were said to be fake…weren't fake at all. All the imagery that was shown in the leaks---from Hunter being possessed by Belos, to Luz rocking an Azura cosplay costume…it ALL happened in the episode so…there's that, I guess?

I mean it doesn't change how genuinely GOOD this episode was as whole but, still, there was that lil scare that happened in the fandom community.

That being said, yes, you did hear me right---Hunter got possessed by Belos in this episode!

Turns out all of us who theorized that would happened; myself included, were indeed right on the money. It happened folks and boy oh boy, was that a scene!

(Side Note: I love how Hunter's trademark lil front hair curl returned even after he got rid of it at the start of the episode. I find that detail a lil funny given all the comics and memes that were made after he got rid of it XD)

Secondly, rest in peace Flapjack! You were the true MVP of this episode in my eyes. I'm really going to miss this brave little bird, man.

Flapjack sacrificing himself to revive Hunter who died (albeit, temporarily because of Belos) was easily my favourite moment from this episode.

After everything that Hunter and Flapjack have been through together over the course of the second season and after all the times that we've seen Flapjack actively help and at times, even saved Hunter, it was so great that this little bird went out doing what he's always done---protecting his partner. Protecting Hunter.

Ah man, at least he went out knowing that Hunter loved him and he in turn, loved Hunter. I just…ah man, I'll need a minute with this moment because them feels.

Really hitting my heartstrings, man! It's gonna be a tear-jerker revisiting all those old tender moments between Hunter and Flapback from previous episodes, especially those from Hollow Mind.

That being said, Flapjack's death and sacrifice did get me thinking more about palismen in the general and what they actually are.

I strongly believe there was more to be learnt from the way palismans are born from viewing this special. Like it was already established through previous episodes that palismen are infact living creatures---they do possess souls which can infact be used to prolong the life of others as we saw with Belos/Phillip using palismen to keep himself alive for so long.

In respect to that, this does make me curious about one thing:

Is Hunter no longer a Grimwalker and can now be considered fully human now as of Flapjack's sacrifice?

In the episode intro, when we caught a glimpse of Caleb, we saw that his eyes were brown.

Hunter's eyes are red and as I just noticed, Flapjack's eyes are brown as well, like Caleb's. And after Flapjack revived Hunter, his eyes turned from red to brown.

So now this pegs the question, did Hunter's eyes change colour to reflect him becoming fully human as his brown eyes now match that of his predecessor or…did it turn brown to symbolize a part of Flapjack becoming a part of Hunter moving forward as a representation of their friendship and strong bond which has transcended two lifetimes?

And herein lies another curious theory that I have.

Imagine if…Flapjack WAS Caleb? Like imagine if…palismen work like the Chirithy from Kingdom Hearts?

In Kingdom Hearts lore, when the original keyblade wielders of the first Keyblade War "died", they were given options for their afterlife---either they reincarnate or their hearts goes to sleep and their partner Chirithy bonds with their wielder to protect their sleeping heart; becoming a Dreameater Spirit in the process.

So putting my KH nerd hat on for a hot minute, imagine if…palismen work like the Chirithy and when their witch partner dies, a piece of their soul becomes a part of their palismen?

Like when a witch dies, they impart a piece of their souls in their palismen so they can keep living on without them? Or something like that.

Or perhaps...palismen have souls so that in the event of their partners dying, they can sacrifice themselves to revive them as a failsafe? Y'know something like that?

I just like the concept of Caleb's soul taking refuge inside of Flapjack after he died due to their magical bond?

Like despite Belos/Phillip desecrating his body for so many years with the creation of Grimwalkers, I like the thought of Flapjack keeping the last piece of Caleb---his soul---safe within him for many years until he was finally able to "return" it to Caleb by reviving Hunter, making him whole again and giving him a second chance at life.

OR…

Perhaps... this was a sign of Flapjack finally fulfilling a last dying wish for a former friend?

Alright, really hear me out on this one:

What if…we've been wrong all along and Flapjack was never Caleb's palisman to begin with and was in fact, the former palisman of the witch who invited Caleb Wittebane to the Boiling Isles in the first place---Evelyn.

"...Goodbye Evelyn..."

I find it interesting that Belos said this line before killing Flapjack.

Makes me wonder if to Belos, Flapjack was synonymous with Evelyn because he was probably her palisman before?

Maybe Flapjack was Evelyn's partner before she was killed by Belos and because Flapjack knew how important Caleb was to Evelyn as his former partner and creator, that factor also contributed to why he choose Hunter in the end?

We still don't know the full details about what truly happened between the Wittebane Brothers and the witch Evelyn (who is obviously going to turn out to be a Clawthorne ancestor of Eda. There's no doubt about it).

For all, we know, Phillip may have killed her too along with Caleb and that's when and why he became trapped on the Boiling Isles?

Perhaps…Evelyn got hurt trying to protect Caleb and then Caleb got killed in the crossfires of Phillip attempting to finish the job?

And even after escaping, Evelyn ended up succumbing to her injuries and died, leaving Flapjack with the duty of watching over/protecting Caleb in her place?

As I said, what if…Evelyn was mortally wounded by Belos during their scuffle and although Flapjack was willing to give his life to save her, instead Eve made the little bird promise to save Caleb instead since Caleb was important to Eve.

But before Flapjack could get a chance to save Caleb, it was too late and Philip had already gotten to him---thus beginning his vicious cycle of Grimwalkers and his many, many attempts at trying to "save Caleb" since he failed so hard the first time.

There is still so much to learn!

And I know for the most part that all of what I'm theorizing right now on the spot probably sounds a little bit farfetched to become canon but nonetheless, for now they're just curious thoughts that I'm more than happy to share and still wanted to toss onto the table of possibility.

Either way, as I'll say once more, there is still so much more to be gaged from the backstory of Belos/Philip with his brother and that's why I loved this part of the special so much.

Hunter's part of the story with Belos isn't over and for that, I'm excited to learn what's next for the two of them.

I also really liked how this special reinforced that Belos/Phillip Wittebane is still meant to be the final big bad of The Owl House.

"...This is for the good of your souls. You'll thank me later..."

I wonder if he used that same line on his brother before killing him (by accident). But yeah, Big Boi Baddie Belos is still the penultimate villain of the series, it seems, which is super fantastic for me since admittedly, I genuinely love Belos as both a character and a villain.

He's just so fascinating to analyze and discuss and each new revelation regarding his backstory and his former motives, especially regarding his whole history and relationship with his brother just makes even more intriguing to me.

What's even weirder to me is that I've been seeing some comments that paint KC a.k.a The Kid Collector as the key central "villain" of The Owl House.

Listen…just because the little god child took over an entire island of innocent civilians just so he could play with them does NOT make him the final boss of the game, dagnabbit.

Nevermind that I also really, really love the Collector as a favourite character too. He is not the main big bad---at least not in the conventional sense and I'll explain why.

All things considered, I still wish to believe that KC is a very misunderstood being.

Just a cosmic star child with more knowledge and power than he can probably comprehend who was manipulated by a resentful old man hellbent on causing the genocide of an entire society of magical people all because he held one of them responsible for "taking his beloved brother away him".

Thus this makes me more worried for the fate of KC moving forward towards the second special because the writing on the wall is enough to kind of guess what's probably going to go down.

As established in this special, Belos is now able to possess other living things and basically steal their life force to keep him alive.

Even prior to possessing Hunter, we saw him possess and consume other leaving creatures in the human world such as forest animals like the deer and rabbit.

We saw Belos almost consume Hunter fully if it weren't for him fighting back.

That being said, if Belos can possess living beings then what's stopping him from possessing the Kid Collector next?

I feel like KC is in danger of becoming Belos' next target for possession---y'know as a little payback for taking him out in season two finale?

Belos almost destroyed the Boiling Isles by manipulating KC. Who's to say he won't try to do it again, only this time instead of manipulating the god child, he can simply take control of him and gain all of his godly abilities.

Now I know what you might be thinking that---that KC is way too powerful to be tricked or even overpowered by Belos that easily, right?

But I dunno…look at how easily Belos took over Hunter? Belos was able to possess Hunter by him simply touching a little tiny drop of his goop.

What's to say he won't do the same to KC? Make him believe he's destroyed him only to be blindsided and hit with the goop?

I tell ya---I really feel like Belos may try to possess KC next and once he has the power of a God, he can literally do whatever he wants with his powers.

I mean…technically, the Day of Unity isn't over.

The Collector didn't really stop it. He just nudged the planets apart with a tiny boop. But they're still pretty much there in the sky above the isles.

So if Belos possesses KC, he can just as easily use him to jumpstart the draining spell once more.

But... then again, I doubt Belos would want to do that without killing himself in the process since Luz did brand him with a sigil so if he jumpstarts the draining spell then… he'll die along with the Boiling Isle citizens too?

Unless…that's also what Belos wants?

Like he decides to pull the sacrificial hero card.

Killing the entire Boiling Isles even at the expense of his own life (and probably KC's too if he takes over his body), all in the name of the "greater good" and his cause or what not?

I mean this is all just theory for now and I could be wrong in all of this. However; I was right on the money about Belos taking control of Hunter so... who knows? I guess we'll see how things shape up in the second episode special.

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In conclusion...

This first special gave me a lot to process but overall, I really enjoyed it!

There was so much really good and great from it especially in regards to the terrific development it gave for characters such as Luz, Hunter and even Camila (surprisingly enough). I focused so much on Hunter that I forgot to say how much I loved how great of a supportive mom Camila was to Luz in this episode.

I am SO looking forward to seeing her side of things for the second part.

While I'm not expecting her to "la chancla" the Kid Collector or anything like that, I am expecting her to be a total badass momma all the same.

"Thanks to Them" was a fantastic start to the series' finale season of The Owl House and naturally, as to be expected, I cannot wait for the next one.

In the meantime, I'll probably share some more squiggly thoughts and musings from this first special because I don't think I'll be done gushing about it for some time (at least until The Dragon Prince returns next month).

~LMS (2022)

#squiggle talks: the owl house #the owl house #the owl house season 3 #toh season three #toh hunter #toh belos #toh spoilers #toh theories #the owl house theories #toh the collector

[s-horne]

Hi! Your ao3 is my happy place - I love your fics. Is there any chance you will write a sequel to Baby’s Breath? No pressure of course! I mean no disrespect. I’m happy and grateful to read whatever you feel like sharing ❤️

thank you so much 🥺 one day i'm sure i'll do something with the doc i have...

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It was actually a baby.

Despite living the picture and having a pre-destined swell of pride over the mass of cells in his stomach, Tony would be the first to admit that the first ultrasound picture of his baby hadn’t exactly been flattering to it. There were times – and Tony used his tiredness as an excuse whenever it happened – that he couldn’t even find his baby on the grainy printout. There were quite a few blobs on the original scan and it was hard to see which blob was his child.

That was his defence and he was sticking to it.

“That’s a baby.”

“It is,” Nurse Martinelli said and Tony jolted as he remembered he wasn’t the only person in the room. “Two legs, two arms, one head.”

“Well, would you look at that,” Tony murmured, blinking at the screen in the desperate hope of memorising every white squiggle and every black patch exactly, “just what I ordered.”

“We can have a look for the biological sex soon, if that’s something–”

“Ah,” Tony interrupted, tearing his eyes from the screen to shoot the nurse an apologetic look, “I’d rather not. I – not for me.”

“Not to worry. That’s a common choice. In which case, baby looks healthy.”

“Awesome.”

Sliding her chair forward, Nurse Martinelli reached out and pointed to a blob in the middle of the screen. “There we go. A very tiny hand.”

“Oh, wow. Definitely not taking after Steve, then. Giant hands, that man. Giant everything, actually.”

It was when the nurse politely cleared her throat that Tony realised – for the second time – that he wasn’t alone in the room.

“Whoops. Sorry. Mind sort of ran away with my mouth there. I can’t control what my tongue does.” Tony blanched. “That wasn’t any better. In fact, that made it worse. Feel free to stop me at literally any point.”

With her smile wide, Nurse Martinelli turned to her screen. “Why don’t we have a listen to baby’s heartbeat?”

There were a lot of things that Tony hadn’t felt ready for in his life. Having a baby was definitely one of them. Seeing his baby was another. It made sense that hearing the heartbeat of the human inside him would be something daunting, something terrifying. It would make it all a thousand times more real and yet all Tony felt was excitement.

Excitement and a very real urge to throw up, but the happy flutters were winning.

“Yeah,” he said belatedly, proud of how steady his voice was. “Yes, please.”

Not a minute later, a whooshing sort of sound filled the room; a steady rhythm just about audible over something that sounded like waves.

“It’s normal for it to be that fast?”

“Yes,” Nurse Martinelli said, looking from her screen to Tony with a warm smile. She probably got asked that all the time, Tony realised. It had been a stupid question, really. If there had been something wrong, she’d have told him. “A baby’s heartbeat in utero is anywhere from 110 beats per minute to 160. An adult’s is only between 60 and 100, hence it sounds so quick.”

“You obviously haven’t heard mine after a lab session surviving on coffee and energy drinks alone. Maybe a cookie or two if someone shoved one directly in my face.”

Nurse Martinelli looked shocked, but recovered quickly. “Well, we all have wild college days. What is it that you do?”

Tony settled more comfortably on the exam bed, eyes still on his little blob. “I’m in materials science.”

“Oh,” Nurse Martinelli said, hands pausing for a moment as she blinked at Tony. “That sounds clever.”

“It doesn’t quite save lives, Nurse,” Tony said with a wink, “but it pays the bills. More than, actually,” he added, blinking up at the ceiling. “Which I guess will be useful now.”

“It will indeed. Babies are expensive.”

“So is a PhD. And both will have me with no sleep and a messy apartment.”

Nurse Martinelli laughed, tapping her keyboard for a moment. “And a PhD ends after a few years.”

“God, I could do another two before this kid would go to college,” Tony realised. “That would really piss off my dad.”

“Might want to keep that money for the baby. You’ll get a shock at some of the prices.”

Tony huffed a laugh. “I bet I could pay for both those PhDs with what I’ll spend on this kid, couldn’t I?”

“In the first five years alone,” Nurse Martinelli laughed with him.

#i wrote a thing #sort of #i wrote half a thing #one day i will write the full thing #anon #baby's breath #stony fic #stony au #stony ficlet #stevetony

[gubler-me-up]

Dream’s in Motion

Request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do something where the reader and spencer have been friends for a realllly long time & one night on the plane she ends up falling asleep on him or something and all the sudden it makes him realize his feelings & he’s like oh fuck i really like her and he ends up telling her and idk just something really cute??

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! Sorry this took AWHILE to write omg idek what’s wrong with me. I guess doing marketing work is taking all my creative juices away from me because by the end of the day ya girl be exhausted. That being said I’m glad I finally got to publish this cute fluff! Hope you enjoy!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader

Category: ~fluff~

Content warning: Like one swear word

Word count: 1.7

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Spencer walked up to Y/N’s hotel room door to see if she was ready to meet the team downstairs to leave for the jet back to Quantico. He knocked on her door and waited patiently for her to open up. Ever since they became friends five years ago when Y/N joined the team, they’ve made it a tradition to make sure they were both set to leave for the jet to go home.

Y/N opened the door with a huge smile already plastered on her face. She had her to-go back ready in her hand. Spencer smiled and held out his hand to her. She obliged and gave him her to-go bag. From the very beginning he would offer to carry her to-go bag out of courtesy. Before Y/N would refuse to let him carry it because she felt bad but he always insisted he would do anything to make her day easier.

“You’re such a gentleman, Spence. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how sweet you are,” she said as she closed the hotel room door.

He smiled. “You act as if I’m carrying you on my back.”

She giggled. “You might as well be.”

“I would if you wanted me to.”

“I’ll remember that next time I’m too tired to walk to the jet.”

They both laughed as they walked towards the elevator. The rest of the team was probably downstairs in the lobby waiting for them. They were always the last two to arrive which raised eyebrows and raised higher suspicions as to if they were just really good friends.

When they stepped into the elevator, Y/N was telling him something about what she was going to do when she got home but he found himself lost in her eyes. He found himself doing it often lately and felt bad whenever he did because he loved hearing her talk. He loved watching her smile once she remembered the little details in her story she forgot. He loved the excitement in her eyes whenever he had anything to add to her story.

Having Y/N in his life felt like an upgrade to him. They were always there for each other and understood each other deeper than anyone else. He probably spent more hours with her on his days off than he spent alone. The more they saw each other, the happier he was. It was unreal to him because no one person had ever made him feel a sense of euphoria before.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, they both could see the team waiting in the lobby. As they walked up towards them the looks already started to float around. Morgan’s eyebrow squiggled up as he gave Spencer a fascinated look. JJ tried to conceal her smile. Hotch looked at them unimpressed by their tardiness. Spencer and Y/N played every look off as cool as possible instead of trying to defend themselves.

“Nice for you two to finally join us,” JJ said.

“Better late than never,” Y/N said.

“Ten minutes late though?” Morgan asked.

“It’s been 10 minutes?” Spencer asked.

“We’ll discuss your time management skills on the jet. Let’s go,” Hotch said.

“Yes, sir,” they both said.

Spencer sat on the couch reading a book as everyone else on the jet was sleeping. It was the middle of the night by now as they were flying back to the east coast. He didn’t fall asleep like everyone else because someone was keeping him up. Y/N was still fighting sleep as she tried to finish her crossword puzzle next to him. He would quietly chime in here and there to help her out but she wanted to complete one on her own. She was still extremely grateful for his input as her brain slowly shut down.

She yawned for the fifteenth time within the hour. Spencer looked over at her to see her looking blankly at the crossword in front of her. He smiled as he placed his hand on the page. It took her a while to notice which told him she was even more tired than he originally thought.

“Y/N, I think you should get some rest. You’re really tired,” he softly said.

“But I want to keep you company,” she said through another yawn.

He blushed. “You just being by my side is company enough. You don’t have to be awake.”

She looked at him to give him a faint smile as her eyes could barely stay open. Without another word exchanged between both of them, she laid down with her head on his lap. Before she drifted off, she looked up at him with sleepy eyes as he looked at her surprised.

“You’re okay with me sleeping on you right?” She asked.

He nodded his head. “O-of course.”

She smiled one last time before making herself comfortable on his lap again. He picked up the blanket and draped it over her. He looked at her to see she had already drifted away. He felt the flutter in his chest again. He usually felt those flutters when they were alone. Even in a plane full of his team members and friends, she was the only one he focused on.

He put his book down and let out a deep sigh as he thought about this feeling inside of him. He looked at her peacefully sleeping on his lap. He liked how she was comfortable with him and he liked he could be the one to bring her comfort.

He sighed again as he took a moment to think about every time he and Y/N were together. The way she would look at him made him feel like the luckiest man out there. Every time they touched gave him a burst of energy. Her whole presence made him feel as if he was on another planet every time.

‘Oh fuck, I really like her,’ he thought to himself.

When he finally came to terms with it in his mind, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it the whole jet ride. He didn’t even attempt to continue reading. No amount of words in his favourite book could distract him from the feelings he had finally come to terms with.

He looked down at her again. He brushed a piece of hair away from her face ever so gently so she wouldn’t wake up. Even in her sleep she smiled at his touch. He felt his face radiate as he saw her small smile appear and fade as she drifted back off to dreamland.

He stared out into space as he thought about her. He thought about how he would properly express himself to her without embarrassing himself. He didn’t even know if she felt the same fluttering feelings towards him. He pondered the whole way back to Quantico. Was telling her worth risking their friendship? Would she even reciprocate her feelings back to him? He understood if she didn’t but he secretly wished she would.

After a two hour flight, they were finally back in Quantico. It was the middle of the night so everyone was in a hurry to get in their cars and make their way home to get a decent night’s sleep. Spencer and Y/N walked to her car together as they hadn’t parked so far away from each other. Even though she was still tired, her profiler senses were still on point as she saw Spencer gripping the strap of his satchel tightly.

“Is everything okay, Spence?” She asked.

“Yeah, of course,” he said.

“I didn’t sleep on you too hard, did I?” She joked.

“No, not at all,” he chuckled.

“So, what’s up? You think I don’t notice you gripping onto your satchel for dear life or your nervous expression?” She asked.

Spencer immediately stopped gripping his satchel strap so tight and fixed his nervous expression. Well, he tried to. Y/N raised an eyebrow as she wasn’t buying his attempt to avoid her questions.

“Are you trying to avoid answering me?” She asked.

“No, I would never,” he said.

“Seems like you would since you’re doing just that right now,” she said.

“It’s just…it’s hard to express,” he said.

Y/N looked at him in shock. “Dr. Spencer Reid finding it hard to express himself? Unheard of. It must be something really complex.”

“You can say that,” he said.

As they reached Y/N’s car, she grabbed his hand which had found itself back on his satchel strap. She held his hand close to her and he could feel his palms getting sweaty. He felt his face getting hot again as well as she looked deep into his eyes with that smile he loved so much plastered on her face.

“Well, you can attempt to express it to me,” she said.

At the moment she said those words, Spencer found his hands grip the side of her face and pulled her into a kiss. Y/N didn’t even pull away to question it and wrapped her arms around his neck to let him know the kiss was well received. As they parted lips, Spencer looked at her with a face coloured deep red. Y/N giggled at how flustered he looked.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t even know-”

“That was really hot. Like really, really hot.”

Spencer looked at her in shock. “Really? It wasn’t weird or awkward?”

Y/N shook her head. “Not at all. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long while but I’ve been too chicken to do it.”

“Really? You like me too?”

“Like? I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, good doctor.”

He chuckled. “Maybe we can discuss us over dinner sometime?”

“Only if we can do more of this.”

Y/N embraced Spencer in another quick kiss to seal the deal. When they parted Spencer couldn’t help smiling widely as he looked at her. He stroked her cheek as he got lost in her eyes.

“We can definitely do more of this,” he said.

“Finally,” they heard JJ and Morgan shout.

They turned to see they were both walking by on the other side. They gave them two thumbs up each with overjoyed looks on their face. Spencer and Y/N giggled as they watched how excited they were for them. They both knew they weren’t the only people who were waiting for a move to be made.

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Hi Eve! In honor of Mother’s Day I was wondering if you could write a cute fic about Sirius’ first Mother’s Day while living with the Dumais’. They might have not completely broken through Sirius’ stony wall yet but maybe he would buy Celeste some flowers as a sign of affection and to show that she’s the first genuine motherly figure he has had. It would be cute if Celeste and Dumo got emotional because that’s the most emotion Sirius had even shown them. It can be as angsty/fluffy as you like<3

Totally! Happy Mother’s Day, everyone! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

Someone knocked softly on the wall and Celeste paused, lowering her coffee cup in confusion. Her kids were never polite enough to knock before interrupting her morning. “Come in?”

Three little faces poked around the corner, all alight with excitement. “Can we go now?” Adele stage-whispered to someone behind them. After a moment’s pause, the three of them tumbled into the room and launched themselves at her.

“Be gentle!” Sirius winced as her coffee cup nearly made a break for it. “Sorry, Mrs. Dumais.”

“It’s alright,” she laughed, gathering three squirmy kids up in her arms for a snuggle. “Bonjour, mes petites. Have you been causing trouble this morning?”

“No, mama!” Louis giggled, pressing something into her hand. Glitter spilled over her lap and she gave Sirius an amused look; he seemed rather appalled by the whole thing. “Look! C’est pour toi!”

“For me?” she gasped, taking the paper from him. It was decorated in squiggles, rainbows, and sparkles that she didn’t even know they owned, wishing her a ‘happie mothers day’ in red and gold. Adele and Marc quickly offered theirs as well, wiggling around on her lap to get a better seat as she worked her way through with all the appropriate ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’.

“Sirius helped us make them!” Adele said, pointing out a carefully-sketched flower on her card. “He drew it for me an’ I gotta color it in!”

“It’s beautiful, ma Cherie.” She brushed wispy bangs out of the way and planted a smacking kiss to her forehead, only to be mobbed by both her boys for kisses of their own.

“Leave some space, remember?” Sirius sounded rather nervous.

“Non, this is exactly how I wanted to spend my morning.” Celeste closed her eyes and gave them one last squeeze, then bopped each of them on the nose with her pointer finger. “Alright, little chickens, can you go hang these on the fridge for me?”

“Yeah!” Marc practically shrieked, grabbing all three cards and taking off at a full sprint with his siblings on his heels.

Celeste stifled a laugh as she watched them disappear down the hall, then turned to Sirius; he was still hovering in the doorway, as if he was afraid to come closer. It broke her heart a little. “Did you plan all that?”

“I don’t know about plan,” he mumbled, going faintly pink. “They wanted to make cards and I just…supervised.”

“And drew flowers for them.”

He ducked his head a little more. “The petals weren’t turning out the way she wanted. I—I told them to knock first. Sorry for interrupting.”

“Sirius, that was perfect.” He glanced up at her in surprise and she stood, crossing the room to put her hands on his shoulders. “That was exactly what I wanted this morning. Thank you. What’s that?”

His ears turned red and he hid his hands behind his back. “Nothing.”

She smiled, patting his arm gently. “Alright. Would you like some coffee?”

“It’s for you!” he blurted as soon as she started to turn around. He swallowed hard and held out a small bit of folded paper with a tulip tucked inside. “Katie’s too little to make one and it’s—they wouldn’t let me leave until I made one, too. And I…”

She waited patiently and tried not to explode with joy.

“I wanted to make it,” Sirius finished softly.

The front was simple and pretty, with flowers lacing around the edge where the colored pencil never left the steady outlines. The inside pages and the back each had a different pattern—waves, moons and stars, and polka dots in a rainbow of colors.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Thank you for everything over the past year. You’re the best mother in the world.

Love, Sirius

Celeste sniffled, dabbing the edge of her eyes with her robe. “Oh.”

“Do you like it?” Sirius asked, worrying at the cuffs of his sleeve. “I’m not much of an artist—”

She wrapped both arms around his chest and felt all the air rush from his lungs as he hugged her back, hesitant at first and then going a little boneless like he always did when people showed physical affection. They stood there, silent and swaying, for a long moment. “Thank you, Sirius,” she said into his shoulder. “It’s wonderful.”

“It’s true.”

She stepped back slightly and ran a thumb over his cheekbone, then wiped her eyes once more and tapped his nose. “Will you hang this on the fridge for me, petit poule?”

Giddy excitement washed over his solemn face—for a moment, he looked like every other eighteen-year-old, with limbs too long for his body and bedhead sticking up on one side. He beamed. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

Celeste heard all four of them run out into the backyard while she found a small vase for the tulip—purple with vivid pink edges, her favorite—and couldn’t keep her smile down even if she wanted to. “I know just where to put you,” she said under her breath as she padded into the kitchen and set it on the sill above the sink, next to the four cards in an even line. “Parfait.”