#( went with his brother because he's a pure bean )

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⟬ @batoushoujo / starter call ⟭

"What is a cronut, and how soon can I get one?" He was already drooling despite not knowing what it was. Just about anything could sound like food if he thought about it hard enough.

#batoushoujo #「 ( beelzebub ; ic ) 」 #「 v. *crunch* *crunch* *munch* ( beelzebub ; obey me ) 」 #( went with his brother because he's a pure bean ) #( and if he ends up getting along with her faster than mammon did he'll be upset lmao )

[vxiphoid]

RAINY REVERIE

❨ summary ❩ obey me › things they would do to cheer you up. hearts and minds have a tendency to break when there are too many thoughts in your head at once, how would they help?

tags ✧ nb!reader, established relationship, reader is going through it😞, slightly suggestive in lucifer’s part?, IM SORRY IF YOU HAVE A CAT ALLERGY (mammon), idol slander, bathing together, itty bitty angst in belphie’s.

amanuensis’ message ⊹ i tried to make the reader a bit different for each brother because people deal with being upset differently… but hello?? theres like 130 of you now, tysm for all of the support, i love you all sm sm :(<33

⌜ 2.5+ ⌟

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LUCIFER

♫ wishful thinking - benee

╰ he understands more than anyone how stressful school or work can be. doesn’t help that rad piles more shit on as you advance. he’s offered to give you a message, pressing small kisses in his wake before smearing oil onto your skin.

“you did so well today.” lucifer praises gently against your skin, thumbing the junction between your shoulder blades. you sigh contentedly as he massages into your muscles with ease, his fingers brushing your skin in gentle strokes to help ease out the knots and tension that have accumulated over the day. you inhale sharply at the contact, and a small smile quirks up the corners of your mouth when you hear him hum happily at your reaction. “your hands feel good, not that i don’t like the feeling of your gloves, your hands just feel better. i like your hands on me.” you murmur, leaning further back into his touch, basking in his affectionate caress. there was a stutter in lucifer’s movements as he stiffened momentarily before relaxing once more, but it didn’t deter his hand from its progress. “well, i know that… i figured i take my gloves off a lot in your company since you like the feeling of them so much.” he murmurs, sounding slightly embarrassed by his own statement as he continues to massage at your shoulders. he makes sure his thumbs are positioned correctly on either side of your spine, his touch feather light. “i thought this was pure?” you ask teasingly, peering over your shoulder. lucifer gives you an unamused look, pushing harder into the small of your back which elicits another soft sigh from you. “this is pure. you’re tainting it.”

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MAMMON

♫ (your cat) don’t stand a chance - mustard service

╰ last thing he wants is you going to bed angry or upset in any way. even if it isn’t his fault he still feels like he needs to spoil you to make it better? so, he gets you something. in a box, a big box. yk nothing bad, just something he prolly shouldn’t have bought…

“heeey, pretty… so i know you’re having a really bad day ‘n shit but how would you feel if i brought you a cat?” mammon asked, stiffly pushing open his bedroom door with his shoulder, a light looking box in his arms. you eye him, hard. “what’s in the box, mammon.” the mewls of protest from within spoke for itself. when you bursted into his room clearly pissed off, mammon was already on his way out, kissing you and promising he’d be right back he just needed to grab some stuff. by stuff you didn’t think he’d be at the pet store buying a kitten, especially this breed. maine cats are expensive, he even went out of his way to buy toys and the necessities. you thought you would have been mad about it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be as the little baby ran around trying to catch a feather you swung around. the kitten finds rest in mammon’s mess of hair, likes to be carried around in hoodie pockets, and makes biscuits with it’s beans on your back. you couldn’t be mad at all, both the small fur ball and your boyfriend cleared all the stress you had. mammon lied down beside you in the floor, watching you jerk around the stick for the kitten to tail, he rests his head your shoulder. “you feelin’ better?” you nod with a natural smile and he kisses your shoulder. “good.” you say nothing, instead you pull him close and cuddle together on the floor, the kitten pawing mammon’s head before curling up for a nap. you smile, holding out your pinky. “don’t tell satan?” mammon takes your finger, pressing your thumb with his. “‘course not.”

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LEVIATHAN

♫ honey - red hearse

╰ levi was already dressed for a midnight walk when you came in, he figured you needed one too just to clear your mind. helps you put on your shoes and jacket while you rant about how horrible your day was, kisses your cheek while you two leave the house.

your boyfriend treats this like any other day, not in an ignoring way, no. he figures he’d rather listen to your rant then try to see the other person’s (asshole) side. in plus, if you get it all out of your system, you won’t be so pent up. he buys you your regular drink and holds it for you while you express your anger with your hands, bringing the straw to your mouth when you need a pause. “—and it wasn’t even my shift!” you huff, sipping your drink when levi brings it to you. “thank you, i love you. anyways, this bitch—“ you could go on and on for hours and he wouldn’t get tired of hearing your voice. eventually he’d tug you into one of those 24 hour cafes and request an outdoor seating area, preferably where there isn’t people. when your rant seemingly comes to a close, your forehead meets with levi’s shoulder with a heavy sigh. he kisses your crown, “d’you want anything off the menu? they still serve breakfast if you want any.” he smiles when you nod. “thank you for listening, i know that was a lot. ‘just been stressed.” his hand slips into yours, kissing the back of it. “i’m here for you whenever.” and he means it. you know that levi would give you literally anything in the world, he’d do anything for you and the little things only add to how precious he is.

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SATAN

♫ structure - odd sweetheart

╰ satan is a ticking time bomb when he’s mad, he may look okay but one minor inconvenience will send him over the edge. the plus side is that he knows most of the methods that could calm anyone down. those methods are watching really bad shows and their cringy acting.

the click of the spacebar signaled that you paused the show for the ninth time tonight, the silence loud between you and satan as you both stared at the blinding screen. his expression mirrored yours; slightly gaped mouth, squinted eyes, and meeting a glance before they returned to the frozen show. “she didn’t just kiss her husband to be’s brother after having a one night stand with their father…” he said quietly in disbelief. “on her wedding day.” you mumbled, forking around your takeout noodles in its cup. satan opened his mouth and you fed him some, treating yourself quickly afterwards. “y’all would watch anything at this point, kill your producer!” you and satan have been bingeing this horrible romance show for so long you completely forgot what time you even started watching it. its so ridiculous, not worse than idol, but still horrible. satan, on the other hand, was just glad you were enjoying yourself after a soiled day. you catch his eye and grin slightly, “what?” he shrugs with his mouth, turning back to the show. “nothing.” “mm, you want something, what is it?” you prodded again, leaning forward and giving him an inquisitive stare. you were sure you weren’t getting an answer by the way he was twirling his fork, so you leaned into him, brushing his hair away to press a kiss to his jaw, that caught his attention. “thank you, satan. for cheering me up.” you whispered to him sweetly. his lips curled up at the edges. “anything for you, love.” your eyes dart back to the screen after what you thought you saw actually happened. “she’s making out with their dad now?! go back, go back!!”

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ASMODEUS

♫ bad behavior - austin mills & remi wolf

╰ he knew that as soon as you walked into his room silent something was wrong. he just got out of the shower and you hugged him. you hugged him tighter than you usually do, and he noticed. he’s never seen you so deflated, tears filling your lash line. fortunately, asmo knows the perfect way to calm you down.

“okay baby, do you want hot pink or pink?” your eyes flick between the two headbands from your spot on the bathroom counter. you know they’re basically the same color, but it doesn't stop you from trying to guess which one is cuter. “hot pink.” you say finally, nodding in the direction of the headband in asmo’s right hand. “correct answer, you weren’t allowed to choose anything else.” asmo slips on your fuzzy headband and you snort as he carefully adjusted it on your head. “why’d you ask then?” you tease. asmo shrugs, leaning in closer to press a quick kiss under your eye. “so we can match!” after your emotional feeling day, your boyfriend suggested you join him in his skincare to take your mind off of everything for a bit. you agreed immediately, happy at the opportunity. you’ve been so stressed lately, working part time at a small coffee shop near campus while attending classes full time, and not having time to spend quality time with your boyfriend made you feel like you had let him down. you were grateful he was offering to help you out though. asmo’s finger hooked under your chin, using a silicone spatula to smear on a cool peel off mask onto your other cheek. you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and he grins, pecking your lips before getting back to work on your mask. little whisps of champagne hair escaped from his headband, his tongue sticking from the side of his mouth while the mask between his brows crinkled in concentration. asmo always did this whenever he focused particularly hard, so you didn’t interrupt him even if he did start to ramble about something or another. you couldn’t get enough of watching him make himself so at peace with his surroundings. your lips meet his palm gently, and he quickly got the paragraph hidden behind such a small act. “you’re welcome, baby.”

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BEELZEBUB

♫ grey luh - berhana

╰ beel knows that even himself needs a bit of time alone before he’s ready for any interaction so he let’s you have you’re time. while he waits, beel prepares a bath of pure relaxation. scented candles, various different bath bombs, and even one of those bath tables.

you groan exasperatedly as beel lifts you from the warm embrace of your duvets, “i know, i know, i’m sorry. you can go back to bed in a minute…” he assures you, his voice soft and droopy. you’re about to protest but he shushes you by kissing you softly on the lips. “i know you need this.” with that you stop your whining and hum quietly, accepting a loving defeat. you were already starting to nod off against beel’s chest til your nose caught whiff of vanilla and the cold tiles of the bathroom under your feet as he set you down. the bath was filled with crystal clear water, a blue tint shimmering over the liquid due to the relaxing lighting. there were candles and various oils and body washes littering the shelves of the bathtub with a scent that was both sweet and refreshing at the same time. it was almost overwhelming in its complexity but it was also perfect because beel always made sure everything had an effect that would make you happy, calm, relax. “your week has been stressful so i wanted to make you something even it it isn’t a lot.” you smile brightly up at him, eyes shining with love for him despite still having bags underneath them, which he brushes away with another tender kiss. you already began to strip, your bones were aching for warm bubbling water on your skin. “just relax, okay? i’ll take care of you and we can go back to bed after dinner.” you pause just as you dip your leg into the water, “you’re not joining me?” beel blinks at you owlishly, mouth opening and closing a few times as if trying to find words, “you wanted me to join?” you blink back at him, confused until he finally says something intelligible again, “yes? why wouldn’t i want you to join me?” he smiles at you, a small and gentle curve of his lips that you couldn’t help smiling back at him. he wastes no time settling down behind you, your body immediately melting into his, the heat radiating out of him and warming you up like never before. “better?” he questions, hand rubbing your back soothingly, his other arm wrapped snugly around your waist. your head rested on his shoulder, arms loosely wrapping around his own torso. “absolutely. thank you.”

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BELPHEGOR

♫ valentina - dreamer isioma

╰ usually naps off his anger or sadness, basically letting it build up silently, naps do help him but he knows that naps won’t erase anybody’s pain in, like, two hours. belphie makes you a little care package; essential oils, sugar scrub, candles, sweets, blanket, plushies, melatonin gummies for the sleepless nights, headphones, etc… it was a rare sight seeing belphie out of bed and productive, instead your roles being swapped.

the attic’s stairs creaked as belphie ascended to where you were curled up on his bed. he approaches slowly, stretching his neck out a bit to check if you were sleeping. fortunately, you were not. “hey, babe? i got you something…” belphie muttered. you turned your head slightly, the glow from your d.d.d illuminating your face. belphie sat down next to you, laying out what was clearly a care package on a bedside table. the colors were subtle, a nice slightly desaturated blue with white accents for bows on the bag, few constellations littered the design. “you didn’t need to waste your money on me, belph.” you sigh, holding his face in your hand, belphie leans into your touch. “it wasn’t a waste. you’ve worked so hard.” he smiles as he kisses your palm. “plus, nothing’s a waste if its for you.” there was some static in the room, it made the atmosphere even more intimate. belphie rests his head against yours, taking a deep breath in. you smelled nice, and belphie felt immensely calm. “do you want anything else, hun? i could cook dinner…” belphie trails off, rubbing circles onto your arm. he feels you shake your head, “you’re more than enough. i’ll open the gift in a second, promise, just need you.” belphie kisses the top of your head, resting his cheek on top of it. there was static again, the feeling only growing more prominent as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “i love you.” you turn slightly to face belphie, placing your lips against his, they were soft, sweet, and tasted like honey and vanilla. you felt the tension plaguing your body ebb away, you relaxed into your lover. belphie pulls back, pressing another chaste kiss on your forehead, “i love you the most.”

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Hm, apparently this wasn’t a request. But whatever, I finished them and want to show it off

But yay, I finally got purecacao done!

So first off, I just want to say that these two are post-canon, and Dark Choco’s their older half-brother. I just felt like mentioning that because I made up this whole thing for the purecacao love story

My idea for how Dark Cacao and Pure Vanilla’s relationship went is that at some point, Dark Cacao got feelings for Pure Vanilla, but wasn’t sure how to tell him. But he thought he’d have all the time in the world to say because they were immortal. But then the Dark Flour War happened and Pure Vanilla “died”. When he came back, Dark Cacao realized that he couldn’t just wait anymore, and so sometime during the current story, he confessed his love for him, and after the main story they ended up getting together

Anyways, back to the twins. So Vanilla Bean is a girl, while Cocoa Butter is a boy. Though I’m considering making Cocoa Butter a girl as well. I’m not sure

So Cocoa Butter is a very friendly kid, and very outgoing. He wants to be a warrior like his father (Dark Cacao) and brother, though he prefers the Vanilla Kingdom over the Dark Cacao Kingdom. He also tends to get himself into messy situations, which result in his outfits getting messed up and having to constantly be fixed. In the future, I see him being a Vanillian soldier, if not a commander. Also, despite his want to be like Dark Cacao, his favorite parent is Pure Vanilla since he’s not nearly as serious

Vanilla Bean on the other hand is very shy and quiet. She prefers to read giant tomes and watch from afar. She prefers Dark Cacao since he’s quiet and feels safe with him due to how strong he is. I’m not as certain what she ends up doing, maybe she becomes a healer, but I know she’ll end up living in the Dark Cacao Kingdom

I feel like you can tell which description I did better. I mean, with Cocoa Butter I was haphazardly putting all my thoughts, but by Vanilla Bean I knew how to articulate them better

Despite their differences, they get along very well, and include the other in their games. Also, they both really like their brother Dark Choco. He’s like their main babysitter, and he enjoys their company too

Alright, I think that’s about it for their characters. Now on to designs

So I think I’ve mentioned using the name Cocoa Butter before, but I also decided to use Vanilla Bean a few days ago. My brain thoughts were that cocoa butter is cacao but light colored, while vanilla beans are vanilla but dark colored. It’s contrast (which admittedly I may be doing too much of with these two)

Cocoa butter and vanilla beans:

So one of the first things I wanted to do was give Vanilla Bean those pigtails, with the idea that they’d look like vanilla beans. Admittedly they aren’t actually in the shape of the beans, but whatever

I was struggling with their eye colors, since I wasn’t really sure what to do. I knew I didn’t want to do heterochromia though. Eventually I tried mixing the purple and I think blue to get this bluish grey color, and I decided to give them purple eyes but with one of Pure Vanilla’s eye colors as the highlights. And also I decided to change the purples to fit more with each highlight, Cocoa Butter’s being more warm while Vanilla Bean’s is more cool

Admittedly I was kind of just making stuff up with their outfits, all I could think of was vaguely mixing Vanillian and Dark Cacaoian clothing, which mostly just resulted in purple + yellow. I know I’ve seen someone do it, but I don’t have refs. I think what I came up with was alright though

In addition to their purples and yellows, I experimented with adding an additional green color to Vanilla Bean to spice things up, and I liked it. But I didn’t want to leave Cocoa Butter out, so I gave him the red accents

Their streaks were a very last minute inclusion, and I really only added them because I remembered that Dark Cacao had those. I feel like you can really tell on Cocoa Butter

Overall I think they’re good. Maybe not my best, but they’re still fine. Maybe I can make them some adult designs that look even better

But yeah, I think that’s about it for them. I hope you enjoy them!

#I made them instead of studying for my Physics exam #granted I wasn’t going to study anyways just agonize over it #so might as well do something productive #anyways #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run oc #dark cacao cookie #pure vanilla cookie #purecacao #fankid #fanchild #cocoa butter cookie #vanilla bean cookie #my ocs #my art

[softtcurse]

Can you feel that old Benicia air?

this fic contains mentions of postpartum depression, please read at your own discretion <3 please note that everything written is fiction and fiction only.

You sighed, another headache taking ahold of your mind while you tried to load the dishes from dinner into the dishwasher. Scrubbing ketchup stains from your plain white dishes.

Chicken nuggets and fries tonight

A guilt at the pit of your stomach as you reminded yourself that you were a terrible mother for giving your growing baby girl such a easy meal tonight. You just couldn’t bring yourself to make a home cooked meal.

Why couldn’t you be like the women on tv? The ones on the food network that made roasts for their family every night, green beans in a butter sauce, with a side of home made rolls? Why did you resort to pulling out a frozen bag of Tysons chicken nuggets and throw them in the air fryer. Just because the pure thought of doing anything else made you sick.

Selfish

You’re a selfish woman YN

Your tears threatening to falls with every wince at the hot water touching your skin. You were clearly on edge and your sniffles being muffled out by the sound of the water splashing in the sink.

You eyes were tired and you knew you looked worse that you felt. That’s saying a lot

“Momma can I please give Ezzie his bottle?”

“No baby you’re going to hurt him” You mumbled in a reply. Your breasts hurt against the material of your nursing bra. Very unattractive in your opinion but it was the only thing your very aching breasts could handle at the time. Having a two month old that depended on you as well as a 3 year old who was learning that developing her own attitude could get her what she wanted most of the time, it was anything but easy.

Whoever told you that it would get better had surely lied to you.

“Please momma!? I’ll be careful!” Mila jumped up and down, her stomps making Ezra squirm in his rocking bassinet. His pacifier escaping his lips and soon enough his face was scrunched up in displeasure. The tight grip pain had in your head only got more intense. His screaming was making your nipples lactate and you didn’t even had a pad to prevent the milk from seeping through.

great

“Mila baby I need you to please go sit down, I told you to be quiet after dinner so you wouldn’t wake up your brother and now he’s awake” You placed the last fork into the dishwasher and made a mental note to start it before you went upstairs to bed once Jack decided to get home.

Mila pouted and stuck her finger in her thumb, a habit you were trying to break before she messed her teeth up but at the moment you had no strength to fight her on it. “Go sit down, now” You raised an eyebrow at her as you walked into the living room. Mila stood still, battling you and making it anything but easy to make your night less stressful. She was three and you knew it wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know any better. But fuck would it help to have something go your way.

“When daddy gets home, I’m going to tell him that you weren’t listening to me and he’s not going to take you to the game this weekend with uncle Urban” Picking up Ezra into your arms you rubbed his back softly and kissed his soft cheeks. His whimpers became softer and softer and he was leaning his head to the side, smacking his lips as if you hadn’t just fed him an hour prior. Your nipples were sore and cracked. His constant feeding was taking a toll on them but you were one of those moms that wanted to take the route of breastfeeding before switching Ezra over to formula when he turned 4 months.

“No momma no!”

A empty feeling in the air, you didn’t even notice the front door opening and closing.

You tried to adjust Ezra to your breast after fighting your bra and your shirt. Not he wasn’t even latching on properly.

“Daddy!”

You looked up. A tired smile leaving your lips.

He was home.

“Hey baby girl” Jack smiled and looked down at his little girl. Who had stains on her white new balance shirt that she had just gotten a few days prior. Jack not even noticing it, nor did he care. But in your head you felt as if he was calling you a bad mother.

You watched as your husband lifted your baby into his arms. Pressing kisses to her chubby cheeks as she giggled.

“What did momma tell you about that thumb huh?” His sternness didn’t go unnoticed and you breathed a sigh of relief when Mila took it out of her mouth without a fight.

“Hi mama” Jack said, walking over to you. The smell of the same cologne he had sprayed on this morning still lingering in his clothes. You couldn’t help but take a extra deep breath to see if there were any signs of a woman’s perfume lingering in his clothes. Looking at his neck to see if there were any hickies you missed.

“Hi” You put on your best smile. He leaned over for a kiss and you didn’t taste any artificially flavored chapstick. Pecking down on your lip one more time you savored it.

“I missed you, and this little guy too. Hey handsome” Jack cooed at your baby. Ezra offered him a small baby smile and once Jack kissed his head you watched as his eyes fluttered closed. Long lashes cascading over his plump cheeks.

Why couldn’t you be the mother that could get him to do that?

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“I’ve been thinking”

“Uh oh”

You joked. Laughing and cracking a smile at Jack as he playfully glared at you through the mirror. You blew him a kiss and shrugged. Continuing to lather the lotion on your skin. Your eyes paying extra attention to your stomach that was gathered up around the top of your breast. Your nightgown fresh out the dryer and you were happy you remembered to put your last load of laundry to dry before you started on dinner. The stretch marks very evident on your skin. You wished that there was some kind of special cream that would make them less noticiable but you had tried everything and it just wasn’t working.

That dream was long gone now.

“Shush you” Jack snorted back a laugh. His hand pressing buttons on the remote trying to find something to watch, before he could lay up in bed and love on you. One of his arms coming to the back of his head and resting there while he looked between you and the TV. “We should take a vacation”

“A vacation where?” You twisted the cap of your lotion back on.

“Where we met” You smiled softly and shook your head at his words. Turning off the light and the only light in the room was from the television which was on low volume due to the kids being tucked in and asleep.

You sighed softly and a yawn escaped your lips as you crawled into bed. Awaiting Jack’s open and inviting arms. His touch was warm, and not just physically.

“Why there?” You asked tiredly. His hand coming up to massage your scalp as you rested on top of his chest. His heartbeat was most soothing and maybe it was how tired you were, but you got lost in the sound of his heart. Maybe it was knowing it was still yours. Or maybe it was knowing that even how you felt he was still with you.

“That’s where it all started. I might my amazing wife, the mother to my kids. Plus we haven’t been there since…sheesh. Since 2020? Before we moved to Kentucky when Mila was a year old….” Jack grinned and kissed your head softly.

“Hmmm”

“You don’t want to?”

“No…I want to it’s just….” you pondered the thought a little bit before you spoke.

“You know you can tell me everything. Baby remember what your therapist said-“

“I know Jack, I know” You cut him off. The lump on your throat

Your silence was defeating to Jack.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up, it’s just I know you liked the back of my hand. I don’t want you to see me as someone who you can’t talk to…”

Your tears soaked his white tee.

“I know…I know” You sniffled and your voice cracked.

“I think it would be good for us. With the kids. We’ve never been with Ezra…it’s new. We’re not here for a little bit. I think it would be good for you”

“I trust you, and I know you’d never do anything to hurt me. I’m just scared…and crazy”

Jack gripped your head closer to him.

“You’re not crazy. You’re going through a tough time. A lot of women do. You’re not the only one pretty girl. I told you that already” You heard his own voice crack.

He hates it when you talked to yourself like that.

“Please don’t cry, not because of me”

“I love you so much, and we’ll do anything to make you feel better again. I fucking promise you that YN”

“I know baby, I know it.” You kissed his chest.

“I missed the Benicia air”

“We’re going back in less that two weeks, I already made arrangements”

“I love you” You said after a few minutes of silence. You missed where home felt like home. Kentucky was home too, but Benicia was somewhere your heart felt soothed. Even if it was for a few weeks or a few days. You needed that time there.

“I love you too”

You held him tighter that night.

#jack harlow fic #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow fanfic

[amberstormblade]

Started daydreaming about a Dominion AU at work today and had to write down some thoughts for it before I went to bed because now I’m sad that if I ever wanna see content for it I’ll have to probably make it myself so, ye.

Viking Piglin AU

Set early Viking’s season one

Viking goes to see Joy for some reason only to find that she isn’t there

Viking decides to snoop

Joy has been working on a potion to help translate speech between players and full piglins

One potion had the unusual effect of turning overworld matter into nether matter

(“My beetroots have been crimson roots for two weeks!”)

Joy set that one aside for further experimentation

Joy went to go find Legundo to properly test the translation potion since he’s fluent in Piglin

Legundo notices Viking poking around in Joy’s house and decides to try and spook him

Viking drops the potion he had been looking at and is transformed!

He’s alive again!

Grows tusks and tail

Nails get tougher

More easily distracted by gold

Normal heart rate instead of very slow, near dead one

Malnourished

You can’t tell me that existing purely on golden carrots is good for a person

We’re gonna pretend most of the people get together for a “check in” dinner once a week and he’s always got some convenient excuse to miss it

Skinny tall string bean of a man

Viking panics, understandably so

Legundo’s instincts kick in at seeing a younger piglin in distress

Although he wasn’t the leader of his group he still had responsibility

The younger piglins all enjoyed training with him

Viking would probably be close in age to a recent “warrior graduate”

A Piglin that was fresh out of training

Still young and needing protection, usually paired with an older warrior to do guard duty around the perimeter and stuff

It’s revealed that Viking will probably be stuck this way for a while (or forever)

Legundo decides to teach him how to be a proper Piglin

Starting with helping him to stop running into walls

Phantom instincts are hard to shake

Legundo and Viking bond!

They’re brothers now your honor

Lots of emotional talks once barriers are broken down

Viking finally opens up about his past/lack of memory??? Real Not Clickbait??

Others get roped in too

Starts as increase of dinners to try and keep tabs on Viking

Eventually everyone starts getting together because they learn to enjoy each other's company.

SLEEPOVERS!

GIANT CUDDLE PILES!!

They all just become one giant, strange interconnected found family

People would figure out Jaime’s corruption sooner?

Maybe spawn wouldn’t be doomed?

Lots of stuff to think about

#dominion smp #viking pilot #legundo #Dominion AU #Viking Piglin AU #if the formatting is weird it’s because I made this on mobile #there might be more #there might not be #who knows? not me!

[blues824]

Im not sure if you're still doing requests but if you are can I have a gyutaro like mc? Where the brothers or side characters see mc coming out from their siblings back when they get hurt & cry for them, and they're like confused about how this demon knows mc but when they come out they get shocked?

Request are still open, my friend! Also, rewriting the scenario from the anime, cuz Obey Me! doesn’t have an Entertainment District to do this in. I also just did the brothers for this one because it was kind of hard for me to do.

@woodrouforest helped with this

Warnings: Gore

“You all are acting like fools!” Lucifer yelled. He was in the middle of an outing with Diavolo and Barbatos as they were receiving reports from the other exchange students via an outing. However, his brothers happened to get curious as to why their older brother was going out.

The brothers could hear screaming in the alley. The younger 6 were being reprimanded by Lucifer when they all heard a “My head was cut off!” in a nearby alley. They all ran in when they turned into their demon forms when they saw two demons, one decapitated but still talking.

“Y/N! Help me!” The head screamed. Then each party witnessed the gruesome mutation. Out of the decapitated demon’s back, they saw you emerging. 

Lucifer

He watched in pure shock. He saw signs, but he didn’t have time to put the pieces together. He knew there were. When you were fully out, you reattached your sibling’s head to their body. Everyone shuddered, but then you started comforting your sibling.

That was when the demon attacked you. Lucifer was about to lunge into battle, when you gave the look. You slashed the demon’s face in half before their attack landed on you. They started screaming in pain until they inevitably fell. 

You turned and saw Lucifer, and you saw his shocked face. You definitely had to explain how you knew the formerly decapitated person. 

Once you told him everything, he felt proud that you could defend yourself. You were toughened by your past, and you were able to defend your sibling when they needed you, much like himself for his own brothers.

He gains another level of respect for you, one that only older siblings can have towards other older-siblings. You are able to relate to him in a way very few can, and he gives kudos to you.

Mammon

He is absolutely appalled. He didn’t notice anything weird, so there was no way he guessed you could do that. When you fully emerged, you turned around and picked up your sibling’s head to reattach it. He couldn’t deny it, he felt sick at that moment. He couldn’t understand how you just managed to move past it and try to stop your sibling’s crying and comfort them.

When the demon attacked you, he was about to scream. He didn’t get the chance because you slashed the demon’s head off, and he threw up right after. The head was still blinking for a few seconds when they closed for the last.

You looked over to see Mammon with his eyes wide. You sighed, knowing that he was going to either yell at you or be scared of you. One thing was clear: you owed him an explanation.

Once you spilled the beans, he was even more shocked. No wonder you were always so tough and cruel. He was mad that you had to live such a harsh life while you were human, and he realizes it wasn’t your fault that you ended up as you are.

He looks at you from a different perspective. He understands what it’s like to be responsible for your younger siblings, as well as feel like they are the only things you have in your life that are true. 

Leviathan

This is exactly that anime ‘Help! Rip-off Michael Jackson turned my sister into a demon and now I’m trying to find a cure!’ He is staring at you and your sibling wide-eyed as he receives the feeling of deja vu. Then, you reconnected your sibling’s head and soothed them right after like nothing just happened.

Then the demon went for the attack while you were – seemingly – vulnerable. He felt anger he had never felt before; someone dared touch his Henry! Then, you gave ‘the look’ that told him that you were about to ruin this demon’s whole career. You slashed the demon’s neck and watched them try to speak, but fail to get even one word out. Then, they collapsed.

Levi ran over to you to see if you were okay and checked on your sibling as well, and he sighed in relief when he found out you were both okay. He did ask you about what that was all about and why you didn’t tell anyone that you were part demon.

When you tell him your story, he’s not very shocked. He’s seen too much anime to not at least guess you had a tragic backstory. He’s angry that you had to go through all of that while you were a human, but he’s glad that you went through all of it because now he has you and he won’t let you or your sibling go through anything like that ever again.

His view of you doesn’t change, but he is now grateful for his older brothers for always looking out for him, even if it doesn’t seem that way most times.

Satan

He’s read this in a book before, but he would have never thought he would see anything like this happen before him. He felt sick to his stomach, and even more so when you stood and reconnected your sibling’s head to the rest of their body and started comforting them right after.

The demon was about to attack you, and Satan knew he’d never make it in time. He was about to scream when you tore their arm off. The demon collapsed and started screaming in pain when you put your foot up to their head and smashed it.

When you all got back to the HoL, you were forced to tell the brothers what the hell happened. He stared at you in shock: why didn’t you tell them before?

When you tell him your story, he is there to offer you comfort. He will read to you to distract you from the horrible memories. He is angry (obviously) that you had to face such a harsh life. He goes to the human world to… give those people a taste of their own medicine.

He now understands why his older brothers act the way they do. You want to protect your sibling as well as you can, and so do Lucifer, Mammon, and Leviathan. 

Asmodeus

He turned to the side and threw up. He couldn’t help it, it was just too much for him. Part of it was also the fact you’ve been keeping something like this from all of them. He watched as you fully emerged, reattached your sibling’s head to their body, and started soothing them. He threw up again.

The demon was walking towards you, and you didn’t seem to notice… until the last moment. You dug your nails deep into their chest and essentially peeled the skin off. Cue Asmo throwing up again. The demon collapsed without so much as a whisper.

Asmo felt betrayed, at the very least. Disgusted as well. How could you not tell him something like this? He didn’t even want to hear an explanation about what just happened. He would rather not think about it at all.

When you both were doing a spa day, you told him about your life as a human and how envious you were of those who had a better life than you did. He held you in his arms to comfort you. He vows that you will never have to go through anything like that ever again.

He gains a whole other level of appreciation towards Lucifer. Like how you want to be there for you sibling, Lucifer is always there for him.

Beelzebub

He lost his whole appetite. He watched as you crawled out of your sibling’s back and stood up. You went over to their head, picked it up, and resecured it to their neck. You started comforting them as if nothing just happened, and he felt his lunch coming back up.

However, he had no time for that because the demon was running towards you, preparing their attack. You heard their footsteps and slashed their legs, causing the demon to fall. You walked over and used your sickles to tear their heart apart.

Back at the HoL, Beel stood by your side until he was sure you were 100% okay. He then proceeded to ask you a bunch of questions, like why you kept silent about your sibling. He didn’t eat anything for a few days, just in shock.

You told him about your life and how harsh you had it up in the human realm. You told him how you vowed to always be there for your sibling. Beel understood immediately: he was very protective of Belphie as well.

He understands the relationship dynamic between you and (sibling’s name) because it’s identical to the dynamic between him and Belphie.

Belphegor

He’s wide awake now. He stared wide-eyed in shock, then he had to hold on to Beel so he wouldn’t fall or faint. He stared as you walked to your sibling’s head and refixed it to the rest of their body. Then you turned to wipe their tears away.

He could only look on while the demon prepared their attack. He didn’t want you to die again, but in his fight or flight response, he chose to freeze. However, it appears he didn’t need to do anything when you dug one of your sickles straight through the demon’s ‘heart’. 

Right there in the alley, he demanded an explanation. You answered any question he asked and he wouldn’t let you go until you did. For the remainder of the week, he couldn’t sleep.

One night, you both were laying down together and you told him about your life as a human. At that moment, he wanted to kill everyone who refused to help you and your sibling. 

He also understands the relationship between you and your sibling since it’s similar to the one between him and Beel. He’s surprised that you haven’t told him earlier that you had a sibling, but he also can’t blame you. He’d do the same thing if he were in your shoes.

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[toallthebooksivelovedbefor3]

So I just finished watching young royals;

First, I wanna say this better get a season 3 and 4.

Second, I love the way willie always a wanna talk whenever he and Simon fought. Despite Simon always walking away, I love how Willie always tries to communicate.

Third, it was love at first sight and no one can tell me differently. Willie literally fell for Simon the moment he saw him. He just didn’t know because he never thought he could feel intimacy for a boy. I’m sure he thought he was so sure of his sexuality until he saw Simon, I mean y’all saw the way Willie look at Simon at the initiation party. That was pure intrigue; a want to know who this boy is. And the way he chased after him when Simon left to look for Sara, he wanted to be in this boy’s company and don’t let me mention the way he went in for thirds and fourths when they first kissed -THE SHIRT PULL!!! Let me also mention when Willie asked Simon if he liked it there and we all know Simon didn’t but to not answer, Simon redirected the question to Willie and he said yes, even though we all know he didn’t. I mean he said himself he didn’t want to go to some fucking boarding school and he didn’t want to be around Annoying August. They only started to like the school because of each other and in that moment when they were hiding from September and Nils, I think there was a slight realization from Willie that he might like Simon in the same way he liked girls and from Simon that the prince might be gay.

Fourth, Felice. I didn’t really like her much in season one but season two? Felice came into herself. The transition from her straighten hair to curly/natural I loved that and if we get a season 3 (praying we do) I think we’ll see her explore her sexuality because I thought sis was in the closet when I saw pull out Maddie’s hair in s1ep1. Also in that’s same scene when she says she’s not hungry, I got an eating disorder vibe, don’t know if it’s just me but then I didn’t notice anything else relating to a ED so Idk.

Fifth, I seriously believe that there is something wrong with August mentally. I mean, there has got to be some kind of effect to him taking all those drugs. He needs help or Jesus, maybe both. I also believe he knew that Wilhelm liked Simon, just refused to believe it because of who Wilhelm was. I also believed he really loved Sara because in s2 we see him wanting to go after Sara but instead chose duty. I’d like to see more of their relationship explored.

Sixth, Sara, honey, I know you are a trying to help but sometimes the best way of helping is to not help.

Seventh, I love how they incorporated Omar’s culture with his character. Omar is Venezuelan-Swedish and at school we see Simon speaking svenska (Swedish), but at home it’s mostly Spanish with his mom mixed with svengelska (Swedish-English) with his sister and friends. I would like to see Simon speaking Spanish to Willie and him not knowing what to do or say because he doesn’t understand the language.

Eighth, Fredrika knows that Stella is in love with her and she wrote the poem, she’s just waiting for her to get some courage and confess, that’s a canon I believe will happen. But on the reals, Stella is a girl boss and Fredrika is a sweetheart and someone (Sara) needs to accidentally spill the beans so these two can be together. I love a grump-sunshine relationship.

Ninth, I wish I saw Erik and how he would react when the tape leaked. I fully believe he’d support his brother.

Tenth, in conclusion, young royals deserve a season 3 and 4 where we see how people will react to the Crown prince and his Prince consort, Felice and finding herself, Maddie and Felice? Maybe, Sara and August, August redemption because we all know he regretted what he did, STELLA AND FREDRIKA, 2nd and 3rd year to see how they’ll handle the pressure and the transition from teens to adulthood CONFIDENT WILHELM, the queen being a mother and getting to her son’s boyfriend, MORE WILHMON MAKEOUTS, rosh’s ex actual name, Wilhelm and Alexander make up, August and Wilhelm going from enemies to acquaintances (not friends bcuz I don’t think Willie would forgive him so quickly especially since he almost lost Simon), Simon realizing the pressure that Willie is under in the Royal Court, WILHMON PDA, Willie and Felice being bestie pt 3, Simon and Sara make up, Felice and Sara make up.

Any more you can think of feel free to comment.

#young royals #prince wilhelm #wilhelm x simon #stella x fredrika #crown prince wilhelm #young royals season two #young royals season 2 #review by lee

[alex-the-otherkin]

❤️ How my brother reacts to my othekin tendencies 💙

🐺 Werewolf 🐺

I have started biting to show affection, my entire family says it's weird except my little brother. He's nine years old and Autistic + ADHD as all hell but he's the sweetest little bean I've ever met. I'll be looking nervous or chewing in something and he will just hold out his arm and look at me telling me to bite him. He giggle when I bite him affectionitally and will give me the purest or pure smiles.

He also doesn't mind when I sniff him. It sound really weird but it calms me down to smell his scent. He honestly smells like baloney with a hint of orange juice. The weird thing is he hates orange juice. But anyways he will giggle when I sniff him and he jus kinda cuddle up with me.

I was reading a omegaverse fic when I hears that some werewolves make nests. I rearranged me room so my bed is in the middle and one side is my nest and the other is my room. It took me one time of telling him he can't come in my nest without permission and now he asks every single time. He also likes to give me small trinkets to put on my desk that I have in my nest. I asked him if he had a blanket I could use for my nest and he just straight up gave me one of his favorite blankets.

🧛🏻‍♀️ Vampire 🧛🏻‍♀️

I am honestly exstreamly pale. It came from my exstrealy pale parents and the fact that I hate the sun. I will naturally let out a low hiss whenever I have to go into the sun. My brother started calling me a vampire, wich honestly skyrocketed my ego. He offers me his sunglasses on bright days and doesn't really mind whenever I would rather stay indoors that play outside.

He will call my canine teeth fangs. It makes sense cause mine are a bit more pointy than average, but hearing him say this makes me super happy. I thought he did this with everyone but nope, it's just me he does it with.

😇 Angel 😇

I've always had a really strong connection with animals. I loved them all, even the ones that everyone hated like spiders and snakes. My little brother likes to comment om it a lot. He will bring me to ay animal and let me talk to them. He doesn't mind and actually finds it super duper cool.

I have phantom wings. Somtimes I like to stretch them out and whenever I do this he will move out of the way as if he can see them right there. He will somtimes massage my back and once when we were little he told me "sissy, I need you to move your wings". The thing is I wasn't wearing fake wings or anything like that.

😈 Demon 😈

I have certin thoughts that a lot of people would find demented. Like once I had a though of "What would if your happy and you know it clap you hands sound like in a room full of depressed people". My little brother just straight up responded "Crikets". He either laughs at my comments or goes along with them.

I started calling my dad Satan, my mom chosen vessel, and my brother demon spawn when we are out in stores. Mostly because I want people to avoid us, but for some of my species euphoria. My parents just sorta rolled with it but my brother went full up into charecter. He would call our dogs hellhouds and agree with my demonic comments. Like I would say "wow, earth sure does have a lot of human on it." And he would just straight up say "Yeah sissy, there aren't this many people were we come from".

💙 End Note ❤️

In all my little brother is fucking awesome. He is the sweetest little bean you could ever met but one wrong move towards me and he would beat anyone to a pulp. I know this cause he's told me before. He doesn't even know what otherkin is, but he's still super supportive. So in conclusion my little brother is the best.

#vampire kin #vampirekin #werewolf kin #werewolfkin #otherkin community #demon kin #demonkin #angel kin #angelkin #angel #werewolf #vampire #demon #little brother #otherkin experiences #otherkin positivity #otherkin stuff #otherkin pride #otherkin #tw cussing

[moonbxbiee]

Contrasting hearts- Yang Jungwon

Ch-2 | Witch! Who? | prologue

★ None of my characters or stories represent any enhypen members in real life, this story is purely fictional Made up by my own characters!

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Jungwon's pov

As I sat at my computer, the headset snug over my ears, I couldn't shake off the irritation that gnawed at me. It wasn't just my friends' constant talking that bothered me even more; there was something deeper bothering me, something I couldn't quite accept. It was a normal thing for me, it happens anyways every Single day in my life without me wanting it.

As we played the game, their voices blended together, creating a loud and chaotic noise. Each word they said felt like a stab to my already frazzled nerves. I tried my best to focus on the game, but my mind kept wandering, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of discontent.

Despite my efforts, I couldn't concentrate, and I ended up making mistakes that cost us the game. The member cursed and groaned in annoyance, knowing that my distraction had caused our defeat.

"Yeah, it's going to happen anyways in this situation, that's not your fault jungwon" Jay tries to console me with his words knowing it won't work on me at least when I'm already so miserable. I sensed that sunghoon gazed at me from afar, looking more tensed and worried.

"Fuck off" I said as i shut everything closed and jumped on my bed laying on my stomach burying my face deep into the pillow, trying to find the best position for a good nap, but it won't gonna happen because in the next moment i found six big figures standing arround me as i received a good slap on my ass, "PARK JONGSEONG" i yelled being frustrated.

"WHAT, YANG JUNGWON" he has to yell back of course, he's a hyung but he's a brat.

"What is wrong with you these days, just throw up what you are holding" Heesung said having a disgusting look.

"That witch" I responded, clenching my jaw and closing my eyes as my hands reached to hold my head because of the nonstop throbbing I am feeling, and they sigh knowing everything so damn well, there's not a single part of my life that they are unaware of as my life Is like open book to them

"Again, no fun...huh" sunoo huffed as he laid beside me using his phone.

"Doesn't she have any other work to do?, What restrictions has she put on you now?" Jake questioned while sitting on the bean bag with a Rubik cube in his hands, which he can't solve.

"No gaming? No talking to others? No girlfriend? No parties? No socials?..." Niki said while slow giggles leaving from his mouth .

"You need to stop obeying her" sunoo said showing no emotion but having a sharp taunt in his voice which was enough to piss me even more.

"I'm not obeying her!" i said loud enough to show my anger.

"Woah, cool down your ass young man, you can't kill or beat her with your loud voice, but you are just wasting your energy" Jay spoke with a straight face. If I'm being honest I don't want to agree with him but he's right.

"She ruined everything by the day she announced to the whole college that you're her brother" Heeseung stated as he sat on the chair of sunghoon PC.

"Step brother to be exact, hyung" i corrected him as my eyes glaring him from afar.

"Okay, so what's next? what have you thought about this?" Sunghoon asked still standing straight with his hand in the pockets of his pants.

I sighed and said "I talked to a girl on Instagram, few days ago" as I said their eyes widened in shock and Jake dropped his unsolved Rubik cube from his hand.

"You are kidding, right?" Niki said his mouth opened having a gap.

"Close your mouth Riki, i don't even know her. We Just chat for an hour or half. Nothing exciting and she must be thinking I'm a psycho because the way i talked" i exclaimed and their expression went to normal.

"Um" Jake cleared his throat and then asked "so where is she from? North korea? India? Switzerland?"

"I've said this is before it's completely anonymous, we don't know a single thing about each other and i didn't text her again after that day, maybe she blocked me by now"

"Oh" they said all together.

Then Jay asked "What about today's freshers party, aren't you coming?"

"I am but I had no idea what I'm going to do today"

"It's okay, you should take rest for now and then came up with a good plan" Jake said as he got up from the bean bag.

"Yeah I know, i have to"

"Okay Guys we should let him rest alone, bridget and flora must be arrived by now with their best friend" sunghoon said on which heeseung hyung quickly said,

"Oh yeah, she's coming from Seattle right"

"Seattle? My hometown?" Jay asked.

"Yeah and flora showed me her Instagram posts, she's gorgeous" Jake said as his corner of lips curved into a smile.

"Huh, don't start to flirt with her as soon as she arrives, she might get scared" sunoo said rolling his eyes.

"Yeah yeah I know" Jake responded by laughing, which kinda sounds annoying to my ears because of the headache i had.

"let's leave him alone guys" sunghoon said as they all got up from their places and walked out of the room. Finally some peace now I can sleep comfortably, although I'm still not sure about today's freshers party .

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[alittlemoth]

Requests here! :D

pure vanilla x f reader and (separately) Clotted Cream X f reader. Y/N / F / C/F hails from the republic, cousin to the consul himself and is interested in the ancients. They had moved to the vanilla kingdom for a short while and slowly fell in love with pure vanilla. Ofc consul acts like a big brother and will try to deny it.

Clotted Cream x f reader

Hails from HollyBerry kingdom or dark cacao kingdom( preferably dark cacao since her job would be a watcher ik there’s a npc called the 2nd watcher but never mind that. We are the 2nd watcher) Travels across the world with her interesting personality of both kingdoms and slowly falls in love with clotted after many hangouts

Extra for clotted: A ball and fireworks show :)

I always have some ideas of cookies in my head. So I’ll always be asking for them most likely. Such as PV,CC,CA and others but by far those 3.

For future reference please make each promo a separate ask thank you! These might not be as detailed as I would like because I'm going through mild writer's block ATM

You and Clotted Cream were always pretty close. You and him acted more like siblings than cousins. When you two moved to the Vanilla Kingdom you met Pure Vanilla while taking a walk through the gardens.

You two happened to bump into each other whenever you went on walks. You two could talk for hours while tending the gardens.

After a few weeks you were asked on a date to the crows nest inn it went fantastic everyone was super supportive he was super sweet and you went on many dates after that!

Clotted was... Conflicted. He came here to convince the ancients to give the soul jams up, but now you have gotten attached and are upset with him after finding out he spilled the beans about White Lily.

He got progressively more annoyed about this conflict of interests and worries for your safety, because if the COD finds out PV has a lover.... You may have put a target on your back.

After a while though, he warms up to the idea for a few reasons

One he makes you happy

Two this is a great opportunity for the political alliance to be even stronger

It guarantees pure vanilla's interested in helping the Republic

The council is actually ecstatic to have someone from the Republic be that close to an ancient.

Overall it ends up pretty well you stayed living in the vanilla Kingdom coming to visit your cousin every now and again everyone's extremely happy and pure vanilla is a very sweet and kind lover always making you breakfast in bed and in general being the best boyfriend you could ask for.

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I'm going to modify this and make you the third watcher which I know probably isn't a thing, but it'll give you a reason to be outside the kingdom!

You were traveling with his majesty to the Republic. Being the third watcher you were essentially his bodyguard that stands by his side every time he travels, he can handle himself but it's always nice to have backup. You're also the one who does diplomacy and otherwise exploration of the cacao Kingdom and otherwise.

You first meet clotted cream when he spills the beans about white lily and sees him almost be murdered harmed. In all honesty you are both appalled and impressed by the audacity of this man.

Dark Cacao requests that you keep an eye on him as one of the most trusted watchers in the entire Kingdom. He trusts you not to be swayed or manipulated like gingerbrave was.( He is not opposed to you having a personal relationship whether that be friendship or otherwise you would prefer not to cuz he doesn't particularly like him, but he wants you to be careful.)

You two start talking and you find out about the situation with his mother and how is stepfather is frankly an ass. He asks you out during the New Year's firework show.

The sounds of fireworks going off briefly stopped and then that's when he made his move he requested you come with him to the ball in the Republic as his plus one.

You accept but you would have to ask his majesty if he would need you for protection during that time or if you were free. You were so you gladly go.

You wear a dress that actually has pants disguised as a skirt you know in case things go south a watcher is always prepared. You wear the darker colors purple blacks and the symbol of dragons caramel arrow a good friend of yours has picked out the dress.

You had a wonderful time had a hard time avoiding sweets and mostly had to stick to the savory areas of the food but y'all have had a wonderful time and end up staying together and form a bond between the cacao Kingdom and The Republic.

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Hi thank you for the requests you gave some of the if not the most detailed requests I've ever gotten which provided some challenge because I have a lot of ideas and I had to not be impulsive and stick to the prompt!

I appreciate the request I haven't gotten any in a while looking forward to seeing you around buddy!

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #clotted cream cookie #clotted cream x reader #pv x reader #pure vanilla x reader #cookie run x reader #moth writes #caramelstarlight

[siriannatan]

“Headaches are normal, I get them all the time... - fWhip Scott

Full prompt:

“Headaches are normal, I get them all the time," “. . . you get constant headaches and you didn’t tell me?!”

As with the whole series, the prompt was found @deity-prompts

AO3

fWhip was perfectly fine. Gem was worried over absolutely nothing. Why should he be worried he's pale? He's been pale his whole life, and there was nothing wrong with an occasional headache. And so what if he maybe slept eight hours total last week? Everyone skips sleep here and there. He told Gem as much when she came over to excessively worry about him. He assured her he was fine and that him fainting had nothing to do with his health. It was just... a dragon thing. No reason to worry. She said okay, and left after reminding him to call her if he does feel any worse but, if she was indeed dropping the topic, why...

Why was fWhip being glared at by an angry elven prince? Wings ruffled and hair messed up. Snow slowly melting off his shoulders and onto fWhip's desk as their staring match progressed. Why was his accursed husband trying to stare him into a nap? 

"I heard someone wasn't sleeping much lately," Scott huffed, not looking away from fWhip for even a second. "And is pretending he's fine despite having passed out."

"It's not that bad, the fainting was a dragon thing," fWhip chuckled nervously. There was no way Scott would buy his dumb dragon excuses.

"That's a terrible excuse. You need sleep fWhip," Scott sighed, leaning back and glaring at fWhip. He was mildly shocked Scott cared about him at all, considering their relationship was purely political and means of closing an alliance.

"Weren't you supposed to be in Rivendell for a few more days?" fWhip tried moving the topic off of him and to his annoying new brother-in-law - Scott's older brother who was shockingly okay with the whole marriage. No one asked if fWhip was okay with it, they just said it'd be good for WRA and that he'd probably see very little of Scott. In reality the damned, very pretty, elf didn't leave him alone whenever he was in Grimlands. Or anywhere fWhip went actually.

"I came back sooner, Xor's annoying husband was visiting," Scott shrugged. "You need to rest, your advisors said you had a headache," the elf huffed and fWhip regretted using that as an excuse to get rid of them. It wasn't even that bad.

“Headaches are normal, I get them all the time," fWhip grumbled, rolling his eyes.

Scott stared at fWhip for a moment and fWhip was sure his 'husband' was about to give up. “. . . you get constant headaches and you didn’t tell me?! Are you trying to worry me into my grave? No more work for you mister," Scott complained while walking around the desk and, to fWhip's utter and complete shock, picked him up. "I'm personally making sure you're resting, and I'll hear no complaints," the elf decided and carried fWhip off to the master bedroom they were supposed to share but ever since their first night they did not. Scott's own request.

"I'm fine," fWhip protested once the initial shock wore off. Since when was this sting bean of an elf so strong? "I don't need to rest or anything like that. Headaches are nothing special..."

The problem is, fWhip, headaches are bed, especially if you get them all the time... How many times this week?" Scott continued complaining. And showing no signs that fWhip weighed anything to him. "How many times this week did you have a headache, fWhip."

"Like twice... but it were small ones..." fWhip grumbled, wiggling as much as he could but Scott's grip on him only got stronger. 

"I have a feeling you're lying," Scott sighed. "You do realise people care about your well-being?" fWhip did not feel like talking and arguing anymore after being gently sat on his bed. "Like Gem, Pearl, Sausage... me..." Scott barely whispered the last part. fWhip was honestly not quite sure if he even heard it correctly or if he was just imagining things. Not because he was tired, he was rested as a daisy...

He still let Scott tuck him in.

"If I see you anywhere but in bed when I come to check on you I'm freezing all your doors and windows shut," the elf said, shuffling awkwardly, once fWhip was tucked under a pile of blankets. It was a chilly, late fall day so it was fair.

A thought of asking Scott to stay with him did cross fWhip's brain. Mostly it's dragon side, due to the gold the elf wore. "Scott... Y... Thank you..." fWhip mumbled. Asking Scott to stay and cuddle felt too forward.

"It's nothing, we're married after all... Just sleep. I'll come by in couple hours to check on you," Scott mumbled almost fondly and left fWhip alone with his damned brain.

When Scott returned to check on him, sickness has finally caught up to fWhip and earned him another, exasperated lecture from Scott.

#my stuff #my stories #fanfiction #empires smp #empiresshipping #gold husbands #empires scott #empires fwhip

[magic-hcs]

✨✨Halloween with the boys!✨✨

Costumes!

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

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(UT)

Sans: I’d think, if he puts a tiny bit of effort in it he’d go as a ghost. Otherwise he’ll just go as himself with maybe drawn on a white shirt with a black marker: “png. costume not found”.

Papyrus: Papyrus has been brainstorming about this for a few months. He's been excited for this for a long time (ever since he found out this was a thing) and he wants to do good. So he decided to go vampire. And he went all out with this. He made the costume himself (with some slight aid from Sans because measurements and sorts are a bitch to do) and it looks really good!

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(UF)

Red: Red is not all that much of a fan of dress up, so the best Charon can get out of him is just Red with a different jacket, fake blood on a red shirt (come on, Red, really?) with a butcher knife. So he’s going as a serial killer/butcher.

Charon: For the longest time Charon couldn’t pick what he wanted to go as. He didn’t want it to be lame. So he’s been struggling until one day he got an idea. Getting armor wasn’t so hard since Undyne liked to keep spare platings so he could easily use that or get Red to make some. Because no way was he going to use plastic. He painted it black and red with some cool patterns on it. Charon even manifested a bone attack that looks like a long sword. Charon goes as a dark knight.

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(HT)

Bear: Bear and Bean wanted to match. Purely because it's fun. There won’t be anything all too creepy, or anything with knives. Something basic they could pull off pretty well. Bear is putting quite some effort into this costume. Purely because it’s nice to pretend to be someone else then who he really is. It’s relaxing and fun. Bear acquired some black paint to paint his bones, with the help of Bean he made some cool feathery designs with the furry fabric they bought specially for this. Since Bean often makes both of their clothes it wasn’t hard to make the entire costume. Bear even painted a yellow plastic duck beak he got at a dollar store entirely black. He looks real cool in his crow costume.

Bean: After a bit of searching on the internet for some ideas, Bean finally found the perfect costume. One that doesn’t have any “fake gore” or stains or anything that makes Bean uncomfortable. And this costume in particular does Bean’s long, lanky stature a favor. Bean often makes both his and Bear’s clothes so he got a few tricks up his sleeves. He got a few coats and jackets that are a bit worn out so he can easily use them for the bases. Create some tears to use pieces of the other clothes as patches. Put an extra layer on the coat where the stuffing will stick out between the layers. Create a ragged looking hat and follow a few makeup tutorials and Bean is ready to shine. Bean is going this Halloween as a scarecrow.

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(US)

Sky: Sky couldn’t choose between so many options. So he let his brother pick for him. The result was one of the least scary or Halloweeny, but still fun to do nonetheless. Sky refused to just buy a completely finished costume at a store. However, since he’s not all that great in tailoring he does buy a dark colored coat that fits him. The decorations and details on the cloak he does himself. Some of the patterns were an idea from Syrup. Sky used a magic attack as his staff instead of the usual wooden one. Sky also already had a hat he sometimes uses in his D&D games which he could wear with his costume. This Halloween, Sky goes as a sorcerer.

Syrup: It isn’t Syrup if he doesn’t go as something goofy. Syrup can create his own costume like how he helped out designing Sky’s costume for this Halloween, but that would take so much effort. Nah, he’s grabbing a cheap costume from a dollar store. It’s a mixture of yellow and orange and it covers his entire body. There are some wires inside the fabric to keep the form standing. Even so it still sags a bit but to Syrup it makes it even more goofy. What is Syrup going as? Well if you thought it was a pot of honey, then you would be wrong. That’s what he was last year. Nah, Syrup is a pumpkin this Halloween.

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(SF)

Razzle: Razzle made his own costume. He looks like he’s floating with the long cloak. The hood hides his face in shadow except the lavender flaring eyelight, revealing his socket and some of his teeth vaguely. Razzle manifested a long bone attack with a sharp blade sticking out at the end like a scythe. He’s quite a terrifying reaper.

Coal: Coal is a fan of those anti heroes in the comic books he reads. But he doesn’t want to wear anything too tight or too difficult to make. So he went to brainstorm a bit with Mastiff and found the greatest costume ever. After going to the store with his twin and goofing off some, Coal found the perfect spiked jacket and boots. Coal decided against tight pants so instead of leather he went for black jeans with chains on it. With a little training with both Mastiff and Razzle, Coal managed to make it look like his head is set ablaze with yellow fire -which in actuality is his magic which has been formed into looking like flames. Coal is going as Ghost rider

Mastiff: Mastiff wanted to do something on the nose and fitting. Funnily enough, he didn’t want to acquire and have the costume look so easy. But Mastiff isn’t really the tailor of the three brothers - that would be Razzle - so imagine this poor boy having his phalanges stuck together with glue and patches of fake fur sticking to his bones and clothes. He would have to ask Razzle for help with this one…

Did he actually go ask Razzle for this favor?

Short answer would be; yes.

The long answer however: Stubbornness had kept him quiet about his costume predicament for a long while, until Halloween was just a week away. So after stalling the inevitable, Mastiff finally relented and went to Razzle for help.

The costume isn’t exactly how Mastiff would’ve imagined it - but that’s due to the limited time frame both he and his brother had. It does look real good however. Cool black, furry ears with amber colored tips sit on top of his furry hoodie’s hood. A black fluffy tail also with an amber colored tip sticks out his pants. Mastiff is going as a wolf this Halloween.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction!

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[rocksandrobots]

Phantoms of the Past: Chapter 41 - Thanksgiving

"Turkey, cranberries, yams, box stuffing, gravy..." Aunt Cass read her grocery list out loud. "We'll need more butter, and eggs...Am I missing anything?"

"Don't forget the yeast rolls." Hiro informed her as he joined everyone else at the kitchen table.

"And the potatoes." Tadashi added, leaning back in his chair.

"Oh right, thank you." She scribbled that down. "Is there anything you'd like to add, Varian?"

Varian only shrugged. "I don't know what Americans usually have for their harvest feast, but we'd always have spiced bimberry wine during the Goodwill Festival."

"What the heck is a 'bimberry'?" Tadashi asked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry sweetie, but we're not having any wine with Thanksgiving dinner." Aunt Cass shook her head. "But, I'll let you make any side dish that you want."

"Hmmm... maybe I'll just saute some green beans or something."

"I think green beans will be a nice side." Aunt Cass agreed.

"Then can you pick up some mushrooms and onions to go with it?"

Aunt Cass nodded and wrote that down on her list. "Now, what should we have for dessert?"

"Pumpkin pie."

"Apple pie."

Hiro and Varian blurted out their personal pie preference simultaneously, and then eyed each other challengingly as soon as the words were out of their mouth.  

"Pumpkin pie is a tradition." Hiro argued.

"For you maybe. Apple pie is a classic harvest festival food the world over." Varian argued back.

"Boys, boys," Aunt Cass interrupted. "Perhaps we can compromise? What if I made a fusion Apple-Pumpkin Pie? Huh?"

She smiled wide, getting excited at the prospect of experimental baking, but the two teens only looked at her in horror.

"Combine pumpkin puree with chunks of apple?" Varian gagged.

"It'd be like eating baby food." Hiro agreed.

"What blaspheme do you speak, woman?" Varian finished.

Aunt Cass gave him a very unamused glare, and he apologetically smiled and backed away. She sighed. "Tadashi, you haven't weighed in yet. Which pie would you want?"

Tadashi had been reclining in the kitchen chair, eyes closed, one foot balanced against the table leg, with his hands cradling the back of his head. He had listened to his brothers' argument with amusement, not really having a stake in either option.

He opened one eye and gave the two boys beside him a wry smile. "Ah, I've always been partial to pecan pie myself."

Aunt Cass rolled her eyes, and Hiro and Varian went straight back to arguing.

"Apple."

"Pumpkin."

"Apple."

"Pumpkin."

"Apple."

"Pumpkin."

"Pecan." Tadashi threw in at the end in the most frustratingly cheerful manner possible.

"Ugh! Enough!" Aunt Cass shouted. "I'm not making three separate pies for Thanksgiving. There's only going to be six of us, and Baymax doesn't even eat."

"Nuh-uh, nine if you count Ruddiger, Lorenzo, and Mochi." Varian said, picking up the hapless cat on the counter and holding him aloft.

Aunt Cass stalled as Mochi gave a confused meow.

"No animals at the dinner table." She said.

Varian sulked and hugged the cat close to him but didn't protest further.

"Is Krei not joining us?" Tadashi asked and Hiro glared daggers at him.

"No, he's spending the holiday with his mother in Italy." Aunt Cass shrugged and walked back to the grocery list and sat down. "How about a chocolate pie, instead? Everyone likes chocolate."

Hiro raised an eyebrow, "And you're not just saying that because chocolate pie is your favorite?"

Aunt Cass gave a smug smile. "As the person buying the groceries, I'm making an executive decision, chocolate it is." And she wrote down pie shells and chocolate on the list.

"Now wait a minute, we haven't asked Baba yet what she'd like?" Tadashi pointed out.

"I'm not putting grandma in the middle of your squabbles, and besides..." Aunt Cass pulled out her phone to look at the time. "She's about to board her flight. She couldn't tell us what she wanted now even if we did call her, and I want to get the shopping done before we pick her up at the airport."

She stood up back up and walked over to the pantry. "Let me make sure we have enough noodles for th- Ruddiger!" She stopped short upon opening the cabinet and saw the glutinous raccoon gorging himself on the last can of whipped cream, again.

The wild creature scurried away when he saw her furious expression, and Aunt Cass silently counted to ten. "Well, I guess I need to add whipped cream to the list, and more child safety locks." she grumbled.

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The airport was beyond busy as people traveled for the upcoming holiday. The Hamada family hurried through the crowd to the exit ramp where Grandma Hamada was supposed to off-board.

Varian couldn't completely stave off his nerves as he waited with his new found family, impatiently tapping his foot and occasionally biting his lower lip, as he crossed his arms and stood there in thought.

This would be his first time meaning Tadashi's and Hiro's grandmother. She lived in Japan and only came to visit on rare occasions. Meanwhile it was even more difficult for Aunt Cass to get the time off to make the trip the other way around. Tadashi and Hiro had only been once or twice themselves when they were very young; back when their parents had been alive.

Of course there were phones and emails in this world, so they could still keep in contact with each other, though given her age, 'Baba', as she was called by her grandkids, couldn't always keep up with the newer technology. Varian had overheard their conversations before, but he barely understood them as he wasn't fluent in Japanese yet, though he was learning here and there.

Either way the little family was overjoyed to be seeing her again, but Varian however was a bundle of nerves. What was he supposed to call her? Baba as well? She wasn't his grandmother technically speaking. He never had grandparents before. His own, having died before he was born, all save for his mother's father, but he had passed away when Varian was still a baby. He had no memories of the man.

What would the woman think of him? What had his step brothers told her of him? Would she too treat him as family? Or just be distant but polite? Would she be confused by his presence? Would she even like him? Would he like her? What if she hated him? What then?

Aunt Cass noticed him tapping his foot even faster as he stewed. She placed a calming hand on his shoulder and he took a deep steady breath.

"Don't worry. I'm sure the flight went well and she'll be here soon. She must be gathering her bags right now." Aunt Cass said.

"Wait I see her." Hiro called out and pointed to a little old lady shuffling out of the exit ramp door. She was thin and withered with age, her thick gray hair was piled high on top of her head in a messy bun, and she had what looked like a kind face creased with laugh lines.

"Baba!" Tadashi called out and rushed to her. He scooped her up into a hug, nearly lifting the petite woman off of the ground as he did so.

"Konnichiwa, Grandma. Genki desuka?" Hiro greeted her as he joined them. The grandmother made a surprised, joyous face upon seeing him.

"Oya oya, kon'nani se ga takaku natta no ne." She proclaimed and held her hand up to comment on Hiro's increased height. Though really, they were the same size. Then she wrapped her youngest grandson into a tight hug.

Aunt Cass gently grabbed Varian's hand and pulled him along to meet the woman.

"Hi Grandma Hamada, It's so nice to see you again." Aunt Cass said, slowly and a little louder than usual.

Tadashi interpreted for her, but there was little need as the old lady recognized her instantly.

"Cass?" She said the thick accent, a huge smile spreading on her face. "Cass!' and hugged the other woman as well before breaking away and eyeing Varian with interest.

"Sore de, kono hito wa daredesu ka?"

Tadashi introduced them and Varian offered his hand to shake. "He-hello, ma'am it's nice to meet you."

The older woman ignored his hand and reached up to cup his face, squishing his cheeks.

"Omae wa nante hansamuna yatsuda!"

"Hai, kyasu obasan ga yōshi ni mukaemasu. Kare wa watashitachi no atarashī kyōdai no yōdesu."

"Ē to, anata no kyōdai wa watashi no magodesu. O bāchan to yonde kudasai, Varian-chan."

"She says to just call her Baba." Tadashi informed him.

"Really? Th-that's great." Varian tried to smile though it came out looking more like a grimace as his cheeks were still being squished.

Baba Hamada returned his smile and finally let him go. She then wrapped one arm around Tadashi's and another around his own as they all started to leave the airport.

"I can't wait to show you what I've been working on when we get home Baba." Tadashi continued on. "Odorokidesu!"

"Ā, watashi wa odoroki ga daisukidesu!"

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Baba sat upon the living room couch, her hands covering her eyes, dutifully waiting for her grandson to tell her she can look again.

Tadashi finished carrying Baymax's charging case down the stairs and sat it in front of the elderly woman.

"Okay... you can open your eyes.... now." He then pressed a button on the case and stepped away as Baymax inflated.

Baba opened her eyes just in time to see the robot unfurl.

"Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion."

The robotic nurse waved and a huge smile spread across the old woman's face. She gasped with joy and applauded her grandson.

"Ō, Tadashi-chan, nante kashikoi gajetto o tsukutta nda!"

"I detect that you speak Japanese. Allow me to translate. Kon'nichiwa. Watashi wa beimakkusu, anata no pāsonaruherusukeakonpaniondesu. Ima, sukyan o kanryō shite imasu. Anata wa karada-teki ni kenkōdesuga, ninshishō no shoki no chōkō ni kurushinde imasu. Tekisetsuna kea ni wa,-tai o ugokasu koto, kenkō-tekina shokuji, jūbun'na suimin, kazoku ya yūjin to sugosu jikan ga fukuma remasu."

"What did he say?" Varian whispered to Hiro.

"He said that grandma is at high risk for dementia. She's been kind of forgetful of things lately." Hiro sadly whispered back.

"I made him for you Baba." Tadashi said. "That way you can have someone to help you when we can't be there."

"Watashi no tame?"

"Anata no tame ni. O mochikaeridesu."

Just then a second Baymax waddled down the stairs.

"Hello." He waived.

"Kon'nichiwa," the first Baymax waved back.

"I don't know if the world can handle two Baymaxs at once." Varian joked, as the two robots started to repeat everything back to each other.

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Varian wiped his hands off on his apron as he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. He had been helping Aunt Cass with preparing for tomorrow's supper, and he was covered in flour from mixing the pie crusts.

He found his brothers and Baba sitting on the couch looking through a photo album.

"Sore ga sotsugyōshiki no otōsandesu. Kare wa totemo kōfun shite imashita!"

Varian moved closer and peered over their shoulders to see what they were looking at. He didn't understand what Baba was saying but he saw a man who looked very similar to Tadashi wearing glasses and holding a diploma, but the faded edges of the picture told Varian that it was Tadashi's father instead.

"Hey Aunt Cass wants help with the clean up." He informed them.

"Then why did you come in here?" Hiro asked.

"I cooked." Varian snapped back.

Tadashi rolled his eyes and stood up. "I'll go do the dishes." he volunteered with a sigh.

As he left, Baba beckoned Varian to come sit next to her. He did so, though he didn't fully understand why. He didn't know any of the people in the photo album.

Baba lifted up the album and pointed to one particular picture, this one of a portly gentleman.

"Soshite kochira ga Shoi ojisandesu."

Varian looked to Hiro for clarification.

"That's Uncle Shoi."

"Soshite Shikishi obasan."

"Aunt Shikishi." Hiro echoed for Varian's benefit.

Varian stared at the faded photographs with interest. It was easy to take for granted in this world full of modern marvels that such instant images were yet another scientific miracle that Corona didn't have. Portraits were expensive and laborious affairs. Many people didn't have them and they certainly didn't have ones depicting everyday normal life. At best you'd get a lovely but formal family gathering or a stuffy imposing painting to try and show off how wealthy you were.

But here, the pictures were full of smiling people, laughing, loving, and just goofing off. Varian snickered at what looked like Aunt Cass and her sister having an eating contest and trying to stuff their faces with noodles.

The photos brought the past to life in a way that stories and paintings just couldn't. These were all people who once lived full lives and somehow they all made an impact upon the world, however seemingly small or distant.

Varian pointed to a picture that interested him, of a pilot standing next to an old timey airplane.

"Ā, soreha watashinochichideshita. Kare wa sensō de tonda." Baba said.

"She says that's our great grandfather. Her dad. He was a pilot during War World II."

Varian frowned. "Wasn't Japan and America enemies in that war?"

"Yeah, but that was decades ago. No one really thinks about it now."

Varian's mind turned to the Saporians and their centuries long feud with Corona, but declined to mention the stark difference.

"Chichi mo hikōki o tsukurimashita. Kare wa enjiniadeshita. Kare wa Itaria de kōkū o mananda. Tōji, watashi wa wazuka 4-saideshita."

Varian's ears perked up at the familiar word.

"Itaria? You mean Italy?"

She nodded.

"Parli italiano, allora?" He asked in Italian.

"Ooh, molto poco." She laughed back in Italian as well.

"This is great! Now we can talk to each other!" Varian said and he launched into hurried conversation in Italian with Baba answering in much shorter and simpler sentences.

"Dove hai vissuto in Italia?"

"Napoli"

"Oh non sono mai stato a Napoli, ma ho sempre voluto andare a Venezia. Hanno tutte le migliori università. Hai studiato anche lì?"

Baba held up one finger "Un anno. Sonogo, watashitachiha Nihon ni modorimashita."

Now it was Hiro's turn to feel completely lost. "Wait, you speak Italian too?"

"Of course." Varian scoffed. "All of the most important scientific dissertations are printed in either Italian or Latin."

Then ignoring his brother's dumbfounded look, Varian turned the page on the album and pointed to another picture. This one of a very little girl in ponytails. "Sei tu?"

Baba nodded. "Watashi wa sonotoki 6-saideshita. Sei."

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Tadashi and Aunt Cass walked out of the kitchen to find Varian and Baba engrossed in a conversation together. They were both speaking what sounded like Italian of all things! He was helping her crochet while the new Baymax bot sat next to them holding the yarn and translating every now and then when either of them got stuck.

Hiro sat in the chair across from them playing a game of chess with his own Baymax, while Mochi was curled up in his lap.

Aunt Cass smiled. "Isn't this nice? We have the whole family together. The only one missing is..."

She paused as realization hit her. She turned back around, ran into the kitchen again, and flung open the pantry.

"Ruddiger!"  

The raccoon clutched at the can of whip cream in his mouth and started to run away. Aunt Cass gave chase with a broom.

"Get back here you sweet cream thief!"

Tadashi doubled over with laughter at the sight, while Varian rushed to help, and Ruddiger jumped on top of Hiro's head. Baba only viewed the speckle with mild curiosity. Which only made Tadashi laugh harder.

"Stop laughing, help!" Hiro ordered.

"Okay, okay," He wheezed as he also gave chase, avoiding whipped cream as it splattered everywhere out of the punctured can. Man, he loved his chaotic family.

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"Are you still up, sweetheart? It's almost one." Aunt Cass yawned when she found Varian sitting at the kitchen table. He was looking through one of her old photo albums.

"I'm going to bed in a minute." He distractedly said as he turned another page.

Aunt Cass knew that it was a reflexive answer, but she didn't press the matter. Instead she poured them each a glass of milk and took a seat next to him.

"What's on your mind?'' she asked.  

"Just… wishing I had my own old family photographs to look at."

Aunt Cass pouted. "They're back in Old Corona, aren't they?"

Varian shook his head. "They never existed. People don't have cameras to take them."

"No one?" Aunt Cass balked. "Not even on a cellphone?"

"There's no phones either. Cell or otherwise."

Aunt Cass rubbed her temples with both her hands. "Wait. You're telling me that you come from a country without cars, phones, cameras, and or even electric ovens?"

"There's no electricity at all, aaanndd, um, n-no indoor plumbing." He admitted.

Cass blinked in disbelief. "And you all travel in hot air balloons!?"

"Oh, no. Only the Saporians have airships."

"Of course. Silly me." Aunt Cass said as she gave a strained smile. "And what else do they not have? Television, clocks, the wheel?"

Varian only responded to her sarcasm with a reproachful look.

Aunt Cass sighed. "I'm sorry. It's.. it just a lot to wrap my head around. I guess not everywhere is just like San Fransokyo and it's easy to forget that sometimes."

"It's okay." Varian forgave her and went back to looking through the album.

"So you don't have any pictures of your family at all?"

"Well dad once had a family portrait painted. I was just a baby at the time….. It-it's the only image I have of my mom…. I remember little things about her; like, helping her in her lab, or watching her bake pies in the kitchen, b-but I can't see her face clearly."

Aunt Cass didn't say anything. She simply placed a comforting hand on his back. That pulled him out of his melancholy thoughts and he gave her a sad smile.

"I bet you two would have gotten along great."

Aunt Cass returned the smile. "Yeah, I bet we would've been the best of friends."

"What about you? Don't you have any pictures of your parents?"

Aunt Cass seemed momentarily tripped up by such a question. "Well, I do, actually. In fact I think there's a few in this photo album even."

She turned the book all the way to the back. There were only three photos therein.

One was of a man and woman on their wedding day. Then second was the same man and woman standing on a front porch with two little girls. The third was of Aunt Cass and her sister as teenagers.

Varian was confused. "That's it?"

"Well, that's all there is in this album. I have more. I would just have to dig them up. They're probably in the attic…"

"But I don't understand. I've never seen pictures of these people hanging up. I recognize your sister here, but…"

"Oh well, that's my mom, and that's my dad, and that's me and Mary as kids." She helpfully pointed out.

Varian gave her a disappointed frown. He knew when adults were trying to avoid a subject of conversation.

Aunt Cass to tell he was going to let the matter drop. She let out a long slow breath and cast her eyes upwards as she thought of the best way to explain.

"I… had a complicated relationship with my parents."

"Complicated?"

"I loved them, and they loved me… when they were around that is. My father worked in construction. He'd build things like banks and grocery stores, or gas stations, all over the country. He was often the head site manager and his work would send him away weeks, sometimes, months at a time."

She softly laughed as she remembered something. "He'd always come back with presents for us, and he'd always say how sorry he was for missing a soccer game or a chorus recital. Once he even missed my birthday…. And I suppose he really was sorry, but he still had to work."

"That sounds like my dad. He never traveled that far away, but he was always busy. B-but I get it. Running an entire village takes up a lot of time, and it's an important job. Vital even."

Aunt Cass gave him an empathetic look. "But it still hurts, doesn't it?"

"Yeah." He sighed. "What about your mom, did she work too?"

"She did. Uh, she was a bank teller, and she was home a lot more often."

"But?"

"She… well, she struggled with an illness and she was in and out of rehab all throughout her life. In a lot of ways, my big sister raised me more than even our own parents did. Oooh she used to make me so mad!" Aunt Cass smiled as the subject turned to her sister. "Little Miss Perfect. That's what I'd call her to annoy her. She never got in trouble. She always had good grades. She had her life together by age twenty one, while I was still mucking about and messing things up well after college. She'd always be the one to hunt me down and drag back home whenever I'd run off to do something stupid."

"You? Do something dumb and reckless? Never." Varian mocked.

Aunt Cass rolled her eyes. "Yes. I was the 'problem child' growing up. I drove my parents crazy. B-but sometimes, that was the only way I could get their attention."

She gave a thoughtful distance look as she stared past the pictures in album.

"So you keep their photos in here, so that you only have to remember them when you want to." Varian said, giving voice to her reluctance.

"Yeah. Sometimes it's just easier, in order to remember someone for the good moments over the bad."  

Varian slowly nodded his understanding before looking back down at the pictures.

"So what's a good memory then?"

"Umm… well, that picture was taken on Easter." She pointed to the one of all of them on the front porch. "Dad had the whole week off, and brought all of us new Sunday dresses. Mom boiled eggs for us to color, and dad hid them out in the front lawn, and Mary and I just had a blast going egg hunting."

"Egg hunting?"

"Yeah, it's when you hide a bunch of eggs and you go look for them."

"Why?"

Aunt Cass shrugged. "Well because it's fun, for one, and two it's tradition here."

"We paint eggs for Easter in Corona too, but I never heard of hiding them."

"Well what do you do with them?"

"We put them into Easter baskets for good luck."

Aunt Cass smiled. "Yeah we have Easter baskets here too. Only we put candy in ours instead of eggs. Unless it's eggs with candy inside of them."

Varian made a face at the thought of boiled eggs with chocolate inside them. "How would you even get the candy inside of it? Is it like a sweet deviled egg or…"

"Oh! Oh no." Aunt Cass laughed. "It's a plastic egg. You open it up to find a treat inside."

"Oooh… yeah that makes a lot more sense." Varian laughed with her. "I guess different cultures would have different holiday traditions, huh?"

"Yeah, oh and speaking of holidays, tomorrow is Thanksgiving! We're getting up early in the morning to finish cooking so you should get some rest."

"Alright. Night Aunt Cass."

"Goodnight."

She kissed him on the top of his head as she stood up to leave and then waved him goodnight.

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Varian tossed and turned in the dim twilight of early morning. He had been woken up by another nightmare, but it wasn't the rocks nor the faceless monster from his dreams that haunted him now. Instead he was plagued by memories of his past, some of them bad but most were just bittersweet.

His thoughts turned to the Goodwill Festival. It was Corona's harvest festival and the closest thing Varian could compare to America's Thanksgiving.

Instead of turkey, they would have had boiled ham, fresh fish and other seafood, baked capon, roasted lamb, and his father would have gone hunting the day before. They would have had rabbit, quail, duck, and if they were fortunate that year, his father may have even caught a deer to share at the feast.

For all of this world's wonders and plentiful goods, Varian found himself missing the simpler dishes of his home; humble pie, black sausage, hasenpfeffer, pickled herring, things that most Americans either never heard of or would turn their nose up at in disgust.

Oh and the bread! The women of the village would have spent all morning in the castle kitchens baking every type of bread and pastry imaginable. His entire home would smell like a bakery for days; boiled puddings, rye loafs, pies, quiches, soft pretzels, tarts, sweet cakes, cookies of all kinds, yeast rolls, buttery scones, sticky buns with raisins...The list went on and on.

And as the women baked, the men would be grilling with fire pits outside. Varian would run between them, back and forth, finding ways to help, and excuses to taste test the mouth watering treats. There would have been grilled parsnips, boiled cabbage, stewed beats, pickled radishes, potatoes baked directly on the hot coals or fried into pancakes, eggplants smothered in cheese, squash soup severed in it's hollowed out gourd, ground mustard, glazed carrots, and roasted chestnuts.

Both fresh and preserved fruit of all kinds would be piled high upon the serving table; winter berries, frosted grapes, bilberry jam, freshly picked persimmons, the last of the summer cherries preserved in jelly, mashed pumpkin pudding, coveted oranges imported from spain and bought at the island market, juicy pears, candied lemon peels, and apples by the barrel full.

Apples were Old Corona's main crop, and they served them every which way imaginable; stewed, baked, boiled, roasted, mashed... They baked them in pies. They baked them in cakes. They fried them into crispy fritters. There were apple doughnuts, apple turnovers, apple croissants with apple butter, apple cider, apple crepes, dried apple leather, and apple crumbles with oatmeal. A man could get sick with apples at the harvest feast, but not Varian. It was one of his favorite foods.

His mouth began to water at the thought of sliced ham braised with onions and covered in applesauce. With a large hunk of cheese on the side and pumpernickel bread to sop everything up. He'd wash it all down with a good pint of beer, and for dessert, maybe some sweet gooey butterscotch drizzled over apple dumplings.

In addition to all the baked goods, there would have been candies and confectioneries galore laid out for people to snack on; honey coated walnuts, marzipan dipped in chocolate, fragile airy meringues, hard candies of various assorted flavors, salt water taffy, and chewy caramels. Many of these sweets would have been purchased from Monty's Sweet Shope in the capital and brought back to the village along with the oranges, coffee, and shellfish.

Varian was often tasked with the shopping. He was smart enough to keep count of the money and knew enough languages so as to not be cheated by any of the traveling merchants who just sailed into port. Plus it was a good excuse to check out the festivities on the island.

The islanders loved to play games like gopher grab, bobbing for apples, nine pins, axe throwing, eating contests, greased pole climbing, log sawing competitions, and Varian's favorite, Quartet. It was a simple card game, played with two decks, where you tried to collect as many four-of-a-kinds as possible. The person with the collectively highest number of cards won. Like all card games, it was ultimately more about numbers and strategy as opposed to strength and athletic skill; which Varian much preferred.

Then again there was still plenty to do beyond just playing games. Often there would be stage plays and puppet shows for the younger kids. Vendors from the world over would set up stalls selling rare goods, eager to make a profit off the holiday. A few local merchants would join in as well, though they tended to only stay open half the day. Sometimes there were fireworks over the docks towards the evening, and all throughout the day there was music and dancing in the town square. But of course, Varian couldn't spend the entire time exploring the pageantry on the island. Oh no, he had to return to the village before nightfall. That was when the real fun began.

While the castle he lived in had a dinning hall large enough to hold the entire village, the townspeople preferred to have the main feast outside with a roaring bonfire. They would play music, dance, sing, and compete in their own traditional games.

Varian would participate in it all. He'd bring his guitar and join in with the band, and sometimes he'd lead the village in song. Usually an old folk song that everyone knew, like Lavender Blue, Into the Green, Green Woods, or Grossvatertanz. Then other times he would dance alongside the other men of his village, performing the same steps that had been passed down from generation to generation for centuries. And he and his father would always perform prisyádka, a dance from his dad's home country, for the rest of the villagers.

Then there would be toasts and blessings, and prayers for a safe winter and an even bigger bounty for next year. His father would give a heartfelt speech talking about how proud he was of his people and how much he loved his home. And truly he did. His dad was normally a man of few words, and though his speeches were always short, they were full of joy and warmth. Quirin loved few things more than farming and his adopted home. Only his son could equal them in his heart.

Varian blinked back tears at the thought of his father. He turned his mind away from the traumatic memories that threatened to float up the surface as he tried to focus on the happier moments as he reminisced.

After the toasts, the feasting would recommence, the music would continue to play, and there would have been more games. The young men of the village, all older than Varian though, would play Hold the Stein, hoping to impress the ladies with their strength and endurance. While the girls would toss wreaths. Superstition had it that the girl who managed to land her wreath around the miniature maypole would be a spring bride.

As for the elders of the village, they enjoyed Schafkopf. It was another card game, one where you would team up with a partner and lay down cards with increasing or decreasing numbers or matching suits. The winner was the one to form the shape of a sheep's head with the cards, hence the name of the game, Schafkopf, or sheepshead.

Varian of course was never invited to participate in these games, as the village still viewed him as a little kid, even when he would insist that he was not. So he was left to just watch and cheer people on. Instead he was expected to play with the much younger children of the village and watch over them. They would run around playing things like tag, forfeits, or blindman's bluff; though being the oldest, Varian would mostly supervise so that the little ones wouldn't get hurt. With each passing year, it felt more and more as if he was stuck in the middle. Too young to be considered an respected adult but too old to fully join in with the tinier tots and their more rambunctious activities. He was taller, faster, and stronger than them and he knew it. He always had to hold back in order to give them a fair shot or even outright give up and feign defeat in order to make them happy.

Not that he minded too much. The other kids always giggled with delight when they managed to 'best' him at wrestling or catch and toss, and Varian was more than happy to boost their little egos.

He remembered them all by name. Gertie and her missing tooth; she probably would have grown in a new one by now. Curly haired Lisa and her baby brother Brian; he was barely old enough to walk last time Varian saw him. Then there was Henry, the oldest next to Varian. He was still only seven though. Wait... no.... he'd be nine.  

Varian frowned.

Two years of his life were just gone, and it was sometimes difficult to reconcile that with the whirlwind of changes he'd gone through. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he still pretended as if he could someday return to his old life as if nothing had happened. As if his home and the people that lived in it were just frozen in time and if he could find them again then he could resume his life once more as if nothing bad had happened; maybe even with the addition of his new family.

Though in reality he knew this was just a fantasy.

He hadn't seen his people since King Frederic had them 'relocated'. They had been told that they were being granted more land, to start anew with. Right before the snowstorm, Varian had watched them leave, piled up into carriages and carts with their meager possessions, bundled up in their warmest winter clothes, and smiles of hope on their faces. He and his dad were supposed to join them later. They never did. They were given promises of money, seeds for new crops, extra livestock, and fresh timber to build new homes. This was all lies.

Perhaps in the beginning, when his Father was still alive and over seeing the move, this had genuinely been the plan. Yet Varian quickly found out that Frederic had failed to keep his promises. In typical royal fashion, his people were scattered across the country and unceremoniously dumped upon other communities who suddenly had to shoulder the burden of helping these people resettle.

After the revolution, Varian had made a vain attempt to reconnect with the Old Cornians but most did not answer his summons. He found Old Earl in the fishing village of Kaims; he had to sell his sheep to make ends meet and was now eking out a living repairing fishing nets in a shack by the sea. Then there was the widow Becca had joined the convent because they promised her food and shelter. They treated her well, and she seemed happy enough, but Varian knew it wasn't her first choice to live her life in devoted penance. He'd gotten a letter from Otis, posted marked from Vardaros. He'd had given up trying to till what little land he'd been granted outside of Likuts as the soil was too poor to grow anything. Finally he had stumbled upon Frances begging in the streets of the capital, unable to find work.

Varian had given him a job as assistant caretaker of the mountain retreat. It was a holiday home for the royals, well stocked and secluded. The Saporians had no interest in it as it wasn't on the island and therefore they had no need of knowing Varian's relationship to the man. It was safer that way.

He had escorted Frances to the mountain top manor and informed the head caretaker there that he was the new royal adviser. With his official paperwork and royal signet, few dared question him. Frances was given the position of head stable hand. Perhaps not the most glamorous job, but given how little anyone visited, it would have been easy enough work, and he'd be paid with free room and board.

Varian had stayed only long enough to make sure Frances was settled in and was then on his way. He traveled down the mountain back to Old Corona and continued on with his experiments. That was the last time he had spoken to anyone from his village before being flung into San Fransokyo.

Varian wondered if they were all still there? Rapunzel was back and presumably in charge again. The ditzy, hair-brained, dopey-eyed princess probably never gave more than two seconds of thought to the missing people of Old Corona; blindly believing her father and his empty promises without question. She wouldn't disturb any of the remaining villagers, but neither would she go out of her way to help them.

For all Varian knew, the evil king could have sent most of his people to the prison colony in the Lost Sea to be worked to death. His stomach turned at the thought. Frederic was well known to banish people on the flimsiest of reasons, and it wasn't out of the realm of possibility.

Varian could only hope that Frederic decided that such an act would be too hard to hide from his people and so decided that subtly was the better part of valor. Frederic valued his reputation above all. It was his good standing with his brainwashed subjects that protected his power and allowed no one to question his actions or motivations... until it was too late that was. People critical of the royals often were criminalized with trumped up charges in order to tarnish their own reputations in the eyes of the public so that their pleas fell on deaf ears. Which might work on a poor orphan cut off from everyone he knows, not so much with an entire village. Hence why Frederic probably separated them all instead of granting them the means to start a new town, giving them paltry plots of land scattered about the kingdom, with no other resources, so as to claim that he fulfilled his promise.

Varian gritted his teeth and squeezed his hand into a tight fist as he took deep breaths to calm himself. He still hated the king with every fiber of his being and he often questioned if simply wiping his memories with Saporian magic was punishment enough. He wanted Frederic to rot away in a dungeon same as his victims had. He wanted to him to stew in his misery with full knowledge of what he had done and how he had only brought such torture upon himself.

Varian had to remind himself that controlling the royals was more beneficial to the public overall than outright punishing them. If the king and queen were supposedly on your side then no one would question your authority. But if the citizens thought their beloved leaders were in danger, then the fighting would have never stopped. Varian didn't want anyone to die in his quest for revenge... not anymore at least.

Guilt stabbed at his chest as the image of the townspeople returning, battered, bruised, and dirty from the mines to present their 'quotas' to him, valuable minerals and gemstones for his research, flashed through his mind. It was all to save his dad, he had told himself. They had refused to help before so Varian had made them help. He was teaching them a lesson, he had lied to himself.

Varian choked back a sob. God, how was he any different from Frederic?

Varian started to toss and turn once more. He flipped around on his stomach and hit his pillow as he cried, before collapsing once more as he sobbed.

It wasn't fair! He just wanted to go home. He just wanted to see his dad! Why was he made the bad guy for that!?

Ruddiger awoke at the sound of his tears. His faithful pet hoped off the plastic log Varian had hung up in the corner of the room and jumped up onto his bed. Varian sniffled as Ruddiger nuzzled him with his nose. The raccoon's whiskers tickled his face.

Varian sat up and hugged his pet close to him.

"You're all I have left, Ruddiger."

For the first time in two years, that statement truly felt like the truth to him. His home was gone. There would be no more fields to plow, fresh apples to harvest, or festivals to dance at. He'd never see his people again, the friends and neighbors that he'd grown up with. He would never see his dad ag- No!

He couldn't give up on his dad. Not yet. He could accept that his village was gone. He could accept that he'd never see his people again. But he could not accept that his father was gone forever. He couldn't accept that he'd be responsible for such a horror.

He let out a shakey breath and looked around at the his new bed room. He had put up posters of wrestlers and musicians that he liked on the walls and added more books to the shelf above his desk. Said desk was covered in papers, and held both his notes and Demantius journal. Over in the opposite corner, in addition to the fake log, there was also a cat tower for both Ruddiger and Mochi to play on. His skateboard and helmet were also leaning next to it. There were corners of clothing sticking out of the drawers of his dresser and he had his coat, goggles, and backpack hanging from a coat hanger screwed to his door. There was a hope chest at the foot of his bed where he kept his various possessions, and he had his boots, sneakers, and other shoes lined neatly in front of it.

It wasn't quite as familiar to him as his old bedroom in the castle, but after six months it finally looked 'lived in'. It was his own space, with his own stuff, and he was at least safe here. But would it ever be 'home'?

Varian pouted as he pulled his pet closer and buried his face in to Ruddiger's soft fur. The raccoon only purred in response.

He liked San Fansokyo. He enjoyed going to school and having friends. He loved being part of a family again. Especially such a loving and accepting one.... but as wonderful as things were here, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was all temporary. That everything would be ripped away from all over again. He knew that the rocks couldn't reach him here, but he wasn't as safe from Corona nor from his past as he once thought.

'What if everyone found out what I really was?' He thought. If they ever found out the truth, the extent of his misdeeds, would they still want him around? Where would he go then?

He had joked about buying land and building a castle for Honey Lemon, but would she ever agree to be with him if she knew how much of a monster he once was. Still was.....

He looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall, hanging by his dresser. Large blue eyes stared back at him, sad and confused. His bangs hung low, threatening to cover his eyes. The sunrise slipping through the blinds of his window glinted against his hair streak, making it appear to glow. He still looked so much like the frightened little boy lost in the snow that he had been two years ago, especially in the soft morning light. The only subtle difference was that there was now a faint stubble on his chin from where he had shaved the other day.

"Knock, knock."

Aunt Cass's voice shattered his thoughts as she opened the door a crack.

"Morning, sleepyhead. I know it's still early, but grandma is already up and she's..."

The cheerful smile fell away when she noticed the tears streaks on his face.

"Oh sweetheart, what's wrong?"

She took a seat on the bed next to him and stroked his bangs out of his face.

"N-nothing." He lied.

Aunt Cass wasn't buying it. She continued sit there, waiting for him to open up.

He sighed. "I guess... I'm just... feeling a little homesick... th-that's all."

"Oh, sweetie." She wrapped him in a hug and kissed his forehead. Then she pulled away and lifted his chin to her. "Listen, I know you miss the harvest festivals that your village always held, but we're going to make this the best Thanksgiving ever. It'll be different than what you're used to, I'm sure, but it'll be no less fun, and I even got you a surprise for dinner."

She gave him a big smile, clearly proud of herself for whatever it was she had planned.

Varian couldn't help but return the smile himself.

"I'm the one helping you cook dinner. I'm going to see whatever it is you're hiding." He snickered.

"Oh I have my ways." She grinned. "Speaking of Thanksgiving. I need to drag the decorations out of the attic. Do you mind keeping grandma company for me?"

"No of course not." He said as he finally got out of bed, his fears banished from his mind for the time being.

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Hiro found Varian and Baba in the living room playing Gomoku together.

"Morning." He stretched and yawned. "Who's wining?"

"Varian is ahead so far, but Baba has a chance to catch up." The New Baymax stated helpfully.

"Gomoku is a strategy game that helps with memory and cognitive skills." The original Baymax added behind him.

"Will you buzz off?" Varian waved them away with faux annoyance. "You're distracting me."

He then made his move, "Ha! Only one more to go and no matter which way you block it, I can still complete the set! Cosa hai intenzione di fare al riguardo, Baba?" He bragged.

Grandma Hamada didn't answer. Instead her face lit up as she laid her piece down on the board and to Varian's surprise completed the needed five in a row in an area of the board he hadn't been paying enough attention to.

"Io vinco!" She clapped.

Hiro gently pushed a gobsmacked Varian out of his seat. "Come on. Get up. I get to play the winner."

He took the seat and placed the first piece down on the board. "O bāchan ni keikoku suru yo, kantan ni wa ikanai yo."

Baba chuckled and winked. "Soshite, watashi mo sō shimasen"

As Varian watched them play, Aunt Cass and Tadashi came down the stairs carrying boxes full of decorations.

"Who wants to help decorate!?" Aunt Cass sang out.

"I will." Varian volunteered.

"I'll help too, after I win." Hiro said, as he placed another piece down on the board.

Tadashi placed his box on the table and waked over to join them.

"I get the next game."

Aunt Cass pulled out a tablecloth with fall leaves printed on it, then she noticed the clock on the wall. "Oh! It's almost time for the parade. Someone turn the tv on."

"Parade?" Varian echoed as Tadashi picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels.

"The Macy's Day parade." Hiro answered without taking his eyes off the board. "They throw a huge parade in New York every year and the whole country watches it."

"This is Bluff Dunder, reporting live from New York City and man is it freezing! Brrr!" The news anchor announced. "We're standing at the front of the parade line waiting for the parade to start. In the meantime let's check out the Macy's square where the Radio City Hall Rockettes will be performing for us a 'Holiday Medley.'"

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The morning went by in a blur. After decorating and laying out the table set and silverware. The whole family pitched in with the rest of the cooking; rotating in and out of the kitchen as the parade played on in the background. Varian enjoyed the musical performances and he was impressed by the size of some of the balloons, but there were obviously things associated with the holiday that he didn't quite understand.

He didn't get the obsession with turkeys, even when there were other people on the tv who admitted to preferring to eat things like ham or brisket for their dinners instead. He also didn't fully understand the lore behind the holiday, and Tadashi said that it was mostly fake, anyways, or at least highly exaggerated at best. He also didn't understand all the Christmas stuff that was present. Christmas was a whole other month away.

After the parade was over and they were finishing up the last minute stuff, like warming up the rolls in the oven or reheating the potatoes that was prepared last night, Baba and her grandkids played a couple more rounds of gomoku. They also enjoyed chess and Varian taught everyone how to play Quartet.

"So it's basically 'Go Fish' but with extra cards." Hiro confirmed, and Varian couldn't argue with that assessment as he didn't know what 'Go Fish' was.

"Dinner's ready!" Aunt Cass called out. Varian and Tadashi rushed over to help her with the heavy turkey she was carrying and placed it in the center of the table. Varian had to admit that it was an impressively large bird. Not even geese grew that big, and he'd eaten more of his share of goose in his time. He was beginning to understand Americans' love of the traditional entrée. You could feed a huge family with such a fowl and still have leftovers.

Next came the sides; candied yams, mashed potatoes, gravy, hot buttery yeast rolls, Varian's sautéed green beans with mushrooms and caramelized onions, and instead of mac and cheese, Aunt Cass had made a cheesy ramen dish. Best of all however was the surprise apple-cranberry sauce that she had made in advance, and canned as a jelly.

For dessert there was chocolate pecan pie, as a compromise between her and Tadashi, pumpkin cheesecake, which Hiro said was even better than just a regular pie, and as a special treat, Baba had made her favorite fall dessert, persimmon pudding.

Aunt Cass and Tadashi took each seat at the head of the table. Varian and Baba sat on one side and opposite to them sat Hiro and the two Baymaxs. In the corner was a designated space for the pets. Mochi got a special turkey flavored wet canned food, as opposed to his usual dry catfood. Ruddiger was allowed some whip cream in a bowl, and Tadashi had brought Lorenzo up in his special mobile tank.

"Gotcha some fancy fish food for ya buddy." He said as he sprinkled the fish flakes into the tank.

Once everyone was settled, Tadashi stood up to carve the turkey.

"Now first things first, before I cut into this bird we gotta go around and tell everyone what we're thankful for."

"Another tradition?" Varian asked.

"Yeah, hence the name, Thanksgiving." Aunt Cass smiled. "I'll go first. I'm thankful that we were able to celebrate this year with everyone present. We all love having you here Baba. We wished you could visit more."

The new Baymax translated for her and Baba gave Cass a huge smile.

"I'll go next." Hiro said. "I'm thankful for my brothers. Last year it was just me, Aunt Cass and Baymax, and I'm really glad that this year that's not the case."

Tadashi thought for a moment, trying to think of a response; "Well... I'm thankful that both my brothers are a couple of insufferable super geniuses that are too stubborn to give up anything. Especially myself. Baymaxs? Are you thankful for anything?"

"I am thankful that everyone is safe and in good health." Both robots said simultaneously.

"Baba?"

"Oishi-sōna o ryōri o itsumo arigatōgozaimasu! Soshite, kyasu obasan, kon'nani sutekina shokuji o tsukutte kurete arigatō!"

“She says she’s thankful for what a great cook you are, and for such a wonderful meal,” Tadashi translated for her, and Aunt Cass expressed her gratitude for the sentiment.

That was when Ruddiger tried to steal a persimmon off of Baba's plate.

"Hey! Stop that!" Varian scolded and snatched the raccoon up, but not before the mischievous pet had grabbed the fruit anyways.

Instead of being angry, Baba only laughed. She gently tapped the creature's nose, said in a mock scolding manner. "Uh-nuh-uh. Naughty Tanuki!"

The raccoon happily munched upon his stolen reward in response.

"What about you, Ruddiger? What are you thankful for?" Tadashi asked, a smile playing his lips.

Ruddiger held up the persimmon high with one paw and pointed at it with his other paw in answer.

Tadashi blinked in surprise.

"H-how is it that you can train him to do that on command but not to break into the food pantry?"

Varian shrugged. "Cause I don't train him. He just does what he wants. Anyways, he says he's grateful for the food as well Aunt Cass."

Aunt Cass fought hard not to roll her eyes. "He should be. He ate like half of the pudding before we could stop him."

Hiro fought hard to suppress a giggle, and turned back towards the rest of the pets. "What about you Mochi? Are you thankful for anything?"

The cat only meowed blankly.

"Alright, Lorenzo, let's show-up the trash pandas here. Tell everyone how thankful you are for being apart if the family."

The mobile tank spun around in a circle, though the lobster showed no other change in emotion.

"See? Lorenzo can do tricks too." He smugly smiled, before Hiro stood up and removed his baseball hat revealing a neurotransmitter band underneath.

"Nice try but I saw you working on building that the other night." Hiro said.

"Hey. I'm telling you need to get a patent on it, no telling what unscrupulous characters could use this for their own nefarious ends." Tadashi mocked.

This only elected more laughter from gathered party.

"Wait, we almost forgot..." Aunt Cass fought back her laughter. "Varian? What about you sweetie?"

Varian turned to look at everyone present one by one, as he thought about the question seriously. Aunt Cass's loving care. Hiro's support and belief in him, no matter how many times he had screwed up. Baymax's comforting and helpful advice. Tadashi's protective nature and good humor. And now there was Baba, and her grandmotherly doting and calm patience. Varian's heart swelled and tears threatened to form. What would describe this much warmth and love?

He cast his eyes around the house. It was so different from everything he had ever known, and yet it was every bit as wonderful and precious as his village, and the people before him now were as much his family as his own father.

"I'm... thankful to be home." He slowly said, a content smile forming on his face.

"I say three cheers, for that," Tadashi proclaimed as he picked up the carving knife and fork once more, "and now let's eat!"

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Dinner was amazing. Everyone had their fill of turkey, stuffing, and gravy. Varian was so full he could barely move. It didn't stop him from trying Baba's persimmon pudding though.

As he polished off the last bite, and let Ruddiger lick his dish clean, Tadashi stood up quite suddenly as he looked at his watch.  

"The game's on!" He yelled and then ran back towards the living room.

"Which game are we playing?" Varian asked confused.

"He means the football game on the tv." Hiro explained as they followed him.

Varian stood there for a moment as his brothers plopped on the couch and turned on the tv.

He watched the coin toss and the first kickoff, but was soon lost as to what was going on. Two teams kept running into one another trying to grab an oval ball. When someone got ahold of the ball they started to run towards one of the end goals on the field. But Varian didn't think this was a desirable outcome as everyone would chase after the person with the ball and try to dog pile them.

Hiro and Tadashi would cheer or boo depending upon which team got tackled or not. They were rooting for the ones wearing red, as opposed to the blue team, but Varian couldn't see what the difference was between them.

Finally, he gave up trying to understand the sport and went back to help Aunt Cass and Baba clean up from the dinner.

"I'm going to make turkey udon noodle soup out of the leftovers tomorrow." Aunt Cass said as she put the last of the meat into tupperware containers and placed them in the fridge.

"Ashita wa nokorimono de shichimenchō udon o tsukurimasu." One of the Baymax's translated for Baba. Varian had long ago given up trying to tell the two apart.

"E la mattina preparo i maritozzi per colazione." Varian told her in Italian.

"What's that?" Aunt Cass asked him.

"Maritozzi? It's a sweet roll with whipped cream, and we got plenty of coffee to go with it too."  

Baba looked thrilled at the sound of both dishes.

The kitchen was cleaned up and the table cleared in no time. Aunt Cass left out some desert and a couple of snacks on the table in case anyone got hungry later. Though she had to shoo Ruddiger away from the roasted peanuts, every now and then.

Everyone reconvened back in the living room where the game was still on.

Aunt Cass and Baba sat in the recliners, as they chatted over coffee. Baymax, or one of them at least, translating for them.

Varian joined his brothers on the couch, but instead of paying attention to the game he pulled out his cellphone.

He chatted with everyone; sharing with them greetings of the season. Most of his friends texted him pictures of their holiday celebrations. Wasabi and his parents were having a traditional turkey dinner. Sam was with him and met Wasabi's parents for the first time. In Trina's family, Carl was the only one that needed to eat, so thay had pitched in together to fix him the best turkey club sandwich ever. Honey's Lemon's family were having a grill out with beef and tacos. While Gogo sent him a picture of 'kung pao turkey' with noodles. The Cruzs were having baked ham, according to Megan. Karmi sent him a picture of a mouthwatering chicken curry dish with rice. Finally Fred was in New York visiting relatives and they were having pizza!

Varian guessed everyone everywhere had their own harvest festival traditions.

"I'll see you Monday at school." Honey Lemon finished texting him.

"Can't wait." He texted back with a cute heart eyed emoji.

She sent him an image of a puppy dog holding a paper heart in return.

Varian wasn't entirely sure what that meant, if it meant anything at all. Cellphones somehow made courtship even more cryptic than it already was.

Still, he couldn't wipe the smile from his face as he closed out the chat. This had been a near perfect day. He was surrounded by family physically, and by friends in spirit. Everyone was safe. Everyone was happy. They were all well fed, and having a good time enjoying each other's company.

He did indeed have a lot to be thankful for. But most of all, he found himself feeling a little less homesick than before. Thanksgiving was no Goodwill Festival, but it didn't have to be. It was a wonderful harvest pageant all on its own.  

'Dad's going to love this holiday.' he thought, right before Tadashi jumped up, shook Varian excitedly, and shouted.

"Woot! We won! 10 to 7! Take that Rams! Ha! San Fransokyo is still the best!"

Hiro joined him in his cheering, as they grunted a victory chant, and Baba clapped along from her chair.

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Hiro yawned as he stumbled downstairs the next morning. He found Varian already dressed and putting on a coat and scarf as he stood at the foot of the stairwell.

"What are you doing?"

"We're out of milk." Varian explained matter of factly. "I need to get some more to make the sweet rolls I promised Baba for breakfast."

He started to open the door, only for Hiro to rush towards him and slam the door close.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! You can not go out there!" Hiro warned as he blocked the entire doorway with his body. "It's Black Friday."

Varian looked at him as if he was talking in tongues.

"What is that? A curse?"

"No… well for some people it might be. Depends if you work in the service industry or not."

Varian rolled his eyes and waved his little brother away. "Look, grandma will be up at any moment so I'm just going to drive down to the corner store and…"

"And you may not come back alive." Hiro said as he shoved himself between Varian and the door once more.

"You're just trying to scare me for some prank. Now move." Varian tried to more firmly push Hiro out of the way, but Hiro remained resolute.

"I am trying to warn you! Okay? Black Friday is when everything goes on sale."

"Wonderful! Maybe the milk will be half off." Varian grunted as he physically picked Hiro up and deposited on the bottom stair out of the way.

"You don't understand. Everything is on sale. Everything! Everywhere!"

"Yeah, and what's the problem?" Varian asked as he opened the door.

"Everyone is going to be out there trying to get the sale."

"You're not out there."

"Yeah, because I have sense. I'm telling you Varian, it's a madhouse. You've never seen anything like it… are you listening to me?"

"Yeah, I'll be really crowded. Got it!" Varian replied before closing the door behind him.

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"Where's Varian?" Aunt Cass as she took a sip of her coffee. "I thought he was going to make breakfast this morning?"

"He went out to get milk." Hiro said as he took a bite of cereal.

"On Black Friday?"

"You did warn him about Black Friday, didn't you?" Tadashi asked as he sat across from Hiro.

"I tried too. He didn't listen."

Just then, they heard the door slam open and Varian loudly huffing and puffing as he made his way up the stairs.

"I… uh… I did it!" He shouted as he made it to the kitchen. His shirt was ripped, his hair disheveled, and his coat has footprints on it. He ignored everyone's concerned looks and held aloft a half gallon cartoon. "I have retrieved the milk!.... And I'm going to faint now."

He promptly fell forward, flat on his face.

Aunt Cass rushed forward. "Oh Varian, are you okay?"

"On a scale of one to ten; how would you rate your pain?" Baymax asked as he waddled over.

"I'm… I'm okay." Came Varian's muffled voice. "Here."

He held up the carton for someone to take it from him, but still remained lying face down while doing so.

Aunt Cass took it from him, but then read the label on the carton.

"Ummm… this says Eggnog."

Varian let out an indistinct whine.

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Everyone hugged Grandma goodbye as they stood in the airport once more.

"Bye, Baba. I would use the portal to send you home, but Chief Cruz says that would be illegal." Varian said as he gave the little old lady a tight squeeze. "Ciao, nonna."

Baba gently pinched his cheek as he let her go. "Fai il bravo."

Hiro was next. "I hope to see you soon grandma. O-genki de."

"Ki wo tsukete." Tadashi added. "I packed Baymax for you. Call me if you need help turning him on. Le ni kaettara denwa shite." He made a phone gesture with his hand as he repeated himself.

"Yarimasu, yarimasu." She reassured him.

"O bāchan, daisukidayo."

"`A~a, Tadashi-chan mo daisukida yo. Min'na daisukida yo. Baba ni mōichido hagu shite agete."

She spread her arms wide and encouraged her grandsons to give her a big group hug. All three of them. They didn't have to be asked twiced.

"Oh, it's 3:10. You better start boarding soon." Aunt Cass said, interrupting the moment. "Bye bye, see you soon!"

All four of them waved bye as Baba made her way to the plane, rolling her new robotic nurse, safely tucked in his charging case, behind her on wheels.

#varian #tangled #Hiro Hamada #big hero 6 #aunt cass #baymax #tadashi hamada #tangled the series #big hero 6 the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #BH6 the series #bh6 #rta #tts #ruddiger

[ninjnerd-anaklusmos]

One Foot In Front of the Other

(what is the correct acronym for it?)

You wow me every time with each one. They are my favorites to go back and reread.

Poor Lucifer, being so stressed trying to find everyone

Proud of Mammon for keeping control of his greed and being able to help find his brothers!

With it being only the staff that they have seen so far, kinda scared to see what happens with it. Almost get the feeling like this kingdom will be against them if/when they go to war with the Celestial Realm. The king gives me weird vibes. *shivers*

Love Raphael's thought process of debating and leaning to be on the demon's side instead of the angels. Did the fact of family and his relationship come into play with that as well?

Also Raphael fidgeting with his top when his canon top is really short already, I find it funny.

Luke's "unholy conception" was brought up again, will we ever be getting kinda backstory on that like we did with Levi and Raphael back in the Celestial Realm?

Was Luke's outfit different because he is a child, or claimed to be Barbatos's son? Or both?

Luke to make it though the Celestial Realm this long without major trauma is so lucky. Assuming it is purely because of how protective Simeon is over him? Wanting to keep it from him. Really hope Luke knows how much Simeon loves him.

Is there actual reasoning behind Segreto's style of dress or just what they find looks best? I mean, with sea demons, I kinda understand wanting less clothing to slow you down in the water.

What would Solomon's outfit be like? Would it be like what the demons and angels have or something different because he is human?

Raphael is the last one Lucifer hadn't placed. Would he have been with Levi still or had he run off somewhere else?

Sorry that this is a lot (probably would be more if I wasn't trying to hide my phone from a teacher lol).

Cannot wait for your next installation of this series!! Keep up the good work!! 💜

My literal response to reading this:

Thank you sm???? Like legit, this is one of the nicest reviews I have ever received. Now, onto your answers!

The acronym I have been using is OFIFotO, do feel free to use that.

Luci is just Tired tm and deserves a break, poor dude. Mammon is the goodest of good boys and I love him.

The King could just be busy doing his own preparations, but I suppose we won't truly know until what he was doing gets revealed later on.

Raphael is just a confused guy, and honestly he needs a break from the constant stress. He feels like he could make things better if he fights on the demon's side, considering the angel side is the one clambering for an unreasonable war. So to answer your question: yes.

He can't decide if he wants it shorter or longer, and I adore his fashion taste XD.

There will be a backstory for Simeon and Michael, don't worry. It won't be very pretty though...

Luke gets a different outfit because he is a child, and because he is "royalty". He's basically in a tunic with metallic thread, showcasing his status. So both!

Luke is one lucky bean, I'll give him that. Simeon really went all out with protecting him from the horrors of the realm they live in. Luke does know, but he does get frustrated with the constant protection.

The clothes that our boys are currently wearing get broken out for feast days, or celebrations. It's coated in jewels and heavy finery, making it difficult to swim in. Normally, lighter material is used, tight to the body, for ease of mobility in the water. The fancy gets brought out for parties, essentially.

Solomon has a similar outfit, but done with different embroidery patterns. Since he is the Grand Sorcerer, he gets some nice threads.

Raph is currently listening is slight horror as Levi happily explains sea monsters tearing human sea vessels apart for fun. He's fascinated and a bit scared.

Hiding your phone from a teacher??? Just to leave me a wonderful ask???? I'mma go sob with joy, brb.

I'm so glad you're enjoying my series, and I hope you continue to <3

#obey me #shall we date obey me #one foot in front of the other #ofifoto #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #my fanfic #my fanfiction #my series #anon asks #asks #thanks for the ask! #you are so sweet #*blows kith* #answered asks

[gaycicada]

Welcome The Salucci Family! This is the family of one of my current dnd characters for a campaign I’m doing with my friends!

- Skittles The Centipede in the bellhop outfit is the character I play. They’re a pure of heart, hard working, considerate fellow who sometimes lets their heart rule their head and is selfless to their own detriment at times. They/He pronouns!

- The Toad is their adoptive mother named Brindle. She’s headstrong, confident, hardworking and noble! She/Her pronouns

- The Corvid is Thatch Harvest, Skittles’s adoptive dad. He’s an ominous fellow who has trouble with eye contact and speaks like he’s giving cryptic messages, he’s just autistic tho. He/They pronouns!

- Jam is the snail and is Skittles’ studious and timid younger sister who will often insist she’s older than Skittles when she is in fact younger by a week. She/Her

- And Crackers the young rat is the youngest brother. He’s a mischief maker and can get in over his head but he’s very creative and can be patient when he wants to be. He/Him

- The little worm baby in Brindle’s arm is Vanilla Bean, Skittles’ youngest sister who does nothing but eat and sleep (very much like me when I was a baby)

- And the giant crocodile looking Opossum is Cinnamon or Granny Spice. She’s the adoptive mother of Thatch and she helped to take care of the kids while they grew. She’s known to be eccentric, optimistic and theatrical but dramatic and overbearing at times as well.

- The family lives in a large rustic house next to a church and large cemetery a distance away from a small town. They run a mortuary business and before the house was properly lived in Granny Spice guarded the cemetery and church as it’s Church Grim and because of her beast like nature she was shunned from town and lived in a large burrow/crypt under the cemetery. When she found Thatch living alone in the woods as a child she adopted and raised him as her own. As he grew and went to town more often Granny gradually became more of her proud, jewelry loving, makeup clad self and over time shed her feral ways in favor of a life in musical and theatrical performance.

- Thatch eventually fell in love with Brindle and together they built a mortuary business and renovated the house on the cemetery property. Cinnamon gratefully helped out and when Brindle and Thatch adopted Jam from the town orphanage she jumped at the opportunity to care for a grandchild and soon after found Skittles as a young larva in the woods (nearly mistaking them for a large radish). Crackers and Vanilla Bean were adopted later on as well.

#artwork #digital art #fantasy art #creepy #original art #creepy art #oc shit #ace characters #asexual #my oc art #autistic characters #spooky #bugs #buggaboo #a neat little fellow #little guy #the opossum wants to sing #found family #like a working class Adam’s Family #critters #dnd art #dnd character #dnd ocs

[whoreforbronze]

Meeting the Mounts

heyy! feel free to send me requests / feedback. check my pinned post to see who i write for & my masterlist!

Today was March 22nd, 2021. The day I meet Masons family. I am absolutely bricking it, won't lie.

I had only been seeing Mason for about 3 months, so I wasn't intending on meeting the Mounts yet. However, it's his mums birthday and they asked Mason if I would come along and of course I said yes - I mean I couldn't exactly say no.

We were going down to Portsmouth for dinner at Masons parents house. His siblings would be there too.

I put on some cute, light wash jeans with a white crop top and hoped for the best:

"You look beautiful," Mason complimented me with a kiss on the cheek, "thanks bub," I smiled and did a twirl.

We got in the car and started driving down south.

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Pulling into his parents drive way, the nerves really set in. "Mase I'm so scared, what if they hate me? They're going to hate me!" I panicked. "Y/n, relax. They won't hate you. You're perfect, they'll love you babe, because I love you," He said softly, with his hand stroking my thigh.

I took a few deep breaths. “Okay, i’m ready,” I told him, with a shaky voice.

We got out of the car and went to the door, hand in hand as i played with his rings, where he rang the doorbell. This is it. Fuck.

My grip tightened on his hand, he knew I was anxious so he lightly rubbed my hand with his thumb.

The door opened and we were greeted by a very happy Tony and Debbie Mount.

"Hello! Mase, oh I missed you so much!" Debbie said as she embraced Mason. "And you must me Y/n! I've heard so much about you! You're so beautiful darling! I'm Debbie by the way," she told me and give me the biggest hug.

"It's lovely to meet you! Awh thank you, so are you! It's obvious where Mase got his looks from! Happy birthday!" I said with pure joy. She was so lovely.

Next, Masons father came up to me and hugged me while saying, "hello! It's so nice to finally meet you! He's punching well above his weight I'll tell you that! I'm Tony."

I laughed along with Debbie at his comments and Mason just stood there acted all offended.

We all walked through into the kitchen where I a little baby toddling towards us, "uncle masey!" She exclaimed, in her little one year old pronunciation. "Hello angel!" Mason said as he picked her up and spun her around, leaving her in fits of giggles.

I stood with a '🥺' face and my hand on my heart. She's so cute man. Fuck I'm broody now.

"Hey I'm Jaz, Masons sister!" I heard a gorgeous brunette say to me. "Hi! I'm Y/n, lovely to meet you. You're stunning!" I told her, "oh my god thank you but look at you!" She replied and hugged me.

"This is Sam, my husband and that little bean is Summer, our daughter. She loves her Uncle Mason!" Jasmine added. "Alright? Great to meet you Y/n!" Sam said and give me a quick hug, "hey! You too!"

"Summer is absolutely gorgeous," I told Jaz and Sam, "awh thank you!" They replied.

Next a tall brunette walked over, must be Masons brother. "Hi I'm Y/n! Nice to meet you!" I introduced myself to him. "Oh trust me I’ve heard so much about you! I'm Lewis, Summers favourite uncle!" He told me which I laughed at, "yeah looks like it," I joked as I nodded towards Summer all over Mason.

Everyone laughed and then Summer toddler up to me.

I leaned down to her level and put my hand out so she wouldn't fall, "hi princess! Aren't you just the cutest!" I cooed.

She put her arms out, asking me to lift her. I looked over to Jaz, looking for the 'ok' to lift her daughter. She nodded at me with a bright smile.

I took Summer into my arms and danced about with her for a while before sitting at the table with the family, her high chair was beside me. She babbled away to me all evening, Mason watching in awe. Lewis definitely took it as an opportunity to wind him up.

The night went by so fast. The Mounts were so welcoming! I couldn't be luckier.

By 9pm it was time for Mason and I to head home.

"Bye Debs! It was so nice to meet you. See you at the match on Sunday?" I said as I hugged Deb. "Yes definitely!" She agreed. "Here, before you go..." she brought me to one side, "Mason is so lucky to have you. You really are perfect! Made to be. I hope we'll be seeing a lot more of you sweetheart."

My heart melted then and there. "Thank you so much," I hugged her again, "I hope so too!"

I heard Jasmine say, "come say bye to your Auntie Y/n!" Omg I'm Auntie Y/n. Mum i've made it.

"Bye beautiful girl!" I told Summer as she gave me a cuddle, "ba-bye," she said while i kissed her head.

We said the rest of our goodbyes and got in the car. "See, they love you babe!" He told me and gave me a hug, "they're so so lovely Mase! I love them all!"

He leant in and gave me a sweet kiss and then we heard cheers. "Oh for fucks sake," he said as he looked around to see the family cheering at the window.

I burst out laughing at his embarrassment. This was definitely a day I'll remember forever. <3