#Father & Son Time

[stubaby777]

Stu's World: Quick Update

I’m still alive y’all. I chose to take a break from all social media basically for a few weeks. I truly needed the break. No Facebook, no Twitter, no MeWe, no WordPress, etc. Thanks Deb and Renee for reaching out and checking on me through messenger. The beginning of the year has been a tough one. Has been since starting at Russell Moore due to their Holiday system and how they pay. The yard…

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#A Love Of A Lifetime #Father & Son Time #Financial Struggles #Lumberyard #Something to Stu Over #Stu&039;s World

[haru-desune]

What if Aki10 is an Azami-Sakyo lead and they play father and son again? What then???

#a3! #act! addict! actors! #azami izumida #sakyo furuichi #like yesss the father son dynamic was there in dead/undead and was a central theme but i want to see them intersact in that relationship #like take the hit and run scene and amp it up to 1000% #altho if I'm honest i think we might get Azami-Omi this time 👀

[denileisariver]

☆ i know your wife, and she wouldn't mind ☆

pairings: batman x f!reader, nightwing x f!reader

warnings: smut! cheating, reader is a home-wrecker, bruce is married dick just has a gf, unprotected sex, doggystyle, angst, basically pwp, bruce hates himself whats new, mean bruce?, slut dick grayson (like father like son), oral sex (f!receiving), no physical descriptions of reader besides genitalia.

a/n: just had some thoughts. probably poorly paced but whatever. maybe tumblr will actually show my post in the tags this time :).

bruce wayne aka batman ☆

you knew he was married. from the moment you met him, you noticed that metal band around his ring finger. he talked to you about his kids, how he loved his family dearly, and yet-

"mmgh! ah- fuck!", he had you on all fours, ass in the air, girthy cock pounding relentlessly at your tiny hole. bruce fucked like he hated you, pushing and pulling to contort your body in any way he pleased. grip on you so tight you'd find bruises on your hips and arms when you looked yourself over in the mirror, not that you minded.

in fact, you relished in it. you knew there was a part of him that did hate you. and hated himself even more. you could feel it whenever you ended up in his bed, when he would kiss you. it always started off slow, ashamed because he knew he shouldn't have been doing it in the first place.

could feel it when he tore your clothes off, pushing you onto the bed. roughly tweaking one of your nipples in one hand, your bottom lip caught in his teeth. always, always so angry.

"that's it, fucking take it," bruce grunts, almost a low growl, with each hard thrust. one of his heavy hands hold your face down into the mattress. you'd sometimes stare at the photo of his family on the nightstand. the image blurry because of your tears. "dirty fuckin' girl.."

all of it was too much. the filthy combination of his fat cock, thick fingers toying with your clit, the rhythmic sound of skin slapping, and the loud headboard banging against the wall. it drove you into a frenzy, drool spilling from your mouth onto his pillow, a ring of slick 'n' sticky cum forming at the base of bruce's cock. "c-cumming!"

he always rode out your orgasm for as long as possible, only slowing down when your body was falling limp in his arms. you'd thank him, and he was only soft on you for so long before putting his walls back up soon after.

he hated you. no, hated himself. hated how he only would start to feel guilty after you were gone and his sheets were ruined with your juices. hated the fact that he was a bad husband, and even worse, that he knew he'd do it all over again.

dick grayson aka nightwing ☆

you assumed he only did it to blow off steam. he'd pull you into a room after a mission, still amped up with adrenaline. you never really fucked outside of this, almost always the same. he'd find you, chest heaving with that look in his eyes.

at first you just thought his little girlfriend wasn't satisfying him enough, and you were fine with that. he'd eat your poor pussy like a starved man, and you were more than welcome to serve it to him. "s-shit- right there, grayson,"

if you had worried about getting caught earlier, that certainly was the last thing on your mind now. he gently spread open your pussy lips with his thumbs, fucking into you with his tongue. you heard talk about him, knew that he was well known for being a player, and an even better fuck. dick hummed low sending vibrations straight to your core, tongue alternating between lapping at your clit and teasing your fluttering cunt.

"Oh, fuck-" you put your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. he wasn't exactly subtle, you didn't know if he was even trying to hide the fact that he was sleeping with you. anyone of the other heroes could easily hear you, including his girlfriend. you talked to her almost regularly, she was even fucking nice to you. if only she saw you now..

you start moving your hips, grinding your face against his mouth, head falling back in ecstasy. his groans only entice you even more, holding onto his wet hair to keep him in place. dick's gloved fingers ease their way into your slick cunt, two at the same time, slow and arched upwards to push at that sensitive spot deep inside you.

you don't need to let him know when you're about to cum. your hips begin to falter, legs starting to shake from your gradually building orgasm. all the signs to let him know to flick his tongue just a bit faster, push it against your clit a bit harder. your pussy clamps down on his fingers and he holds them in place inside you, gently grinding the tips of his fingers to brush up against your g-spot.

"so beautiful, baby.." he'd compliment, licking your pussy juices off his fingers, that devious smirk on his face. everytime you're telling yourself it's the last. the both of you already know it's not.

#bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #smut #batman #bruce wayne #nightwing #dick grayson

[chapinii]

Q!Fit is used to loss. He's used to meeting people he knows won't be sticking around, used to putting on a brave face when they inevitably disappear or are killed beyond the point of respawn. It's collateral damage, part of the day job. Nothing new in the toxic landscape of 2B2T. There's no time to explore any kind of feelings towards anybody else, he's learnt over time that attachments are more often than not futile. Care about something, someone, and it may well be used against you.

His time on Quesadilla island has been different, however. This time he doesn't have that threat, he shouldn't have that threat. This was supposed to be just another mission, a vacation even. Gathering player data is an easy job. The players in question, however, he never imagined himself getting so close to.

Fit never saw himself as a father, in fact, he was lucky to have made it to the age he was now. He was so sure he'd die by the sword. A mercenary, stalking in the shadows of a lava-cast wasteland, both hunter and prey, wearing a bandana around his face to shield himself from the TNT dust which never seemed to settle around him. And now he ties that same bandana around the neck of a boy, his son, an egg so fragile and yet so much like himself. Though a lump still held in his throat when he looked for too long at the boy who played so innocently in the open air, he found solace in knowing that Ramon, unlike him, would grow up surrounded by trust. Against all expectation he'd found himself in a place where (however fucked up behind the scenes it may be) community is everything, and where within it, people are allowed to just Be. He could allow this distraction, his son wouldn't affect the mission too much. His guard was finally, slowly, being let down.

And then along came this strange, slightly unhinged and wonderful man, whose wide excited eyes looked at him with so much admiration and unwavering loyalty. He wasn't used to being seen as human. He hated how easy it felt to push down the guilt of being perceived as such. This vulnerability was new to him, but after keeping so much internalised over the years, he welcomed it. The notion of love was an alien concept back there, where the desires for chaos and destruction were almost carnal in nature. This feeling towards Pac was unlike any other he'd ever felt, a soft and tender mutual understanding of one another. He knew as much about Pac as Pac did about him, and they enjoyed keeping it that way. Even as they were forced to fight against each-other, Fit had taken pride in his roommate's skill and precision in combat, and, even as that competition amped up, he knew all too well the measures that must be taken to survive, and vowed to protect him all the same. Now they were back on the island he enjoyed being the one to stand back for once, he'd admire as Pac would run on ahead with all sorts of plans for the two of them, and bask in the fofoca he would return with for their morning crew.

Of course, the bated breath that still held in his throat was yet to disperse. He'd been the one to help break Pac and Mike out of prison. He sat with Mike and reassured him when Pac was kidnapped. Through Tazercraft he'd come to understand the concept of soulmates, someone you share a bond with throughout your life, platonic or not. He'd also come to know the true meaning of 'saudades', the deep feeling of longing and melancholy that comes with missing something or someone. He didn't want to admit it was something he'd felt all throughout his life. Living on the island had prepared him and Pac for those types of situations, and God knows 2B2T had whacked the mindset into him tenfold. But it didn't make this time hurt any less. Fit had finally set a date with Pac for Friday, albeit a somewhat rearranged one. They were so caught up in everything, in each-other. Things finally seemed to have been looking up for them, and then everything was ripped apart once more. Fit resented not having kept his guard up, for letting himself slip, and not being able to protect Pac before it was too late. He was gone.

That was why taking things slow was so important, he had told Ramon. You can't rush into these things, lest you lose everything for good.

Fit is used to loss. It's all part of the day job.

#qsmp #q!fit #q fitmc #some drivel for the dash tonight #i expect 2 notes and a glass of wine for my troubles #fitpac #fitmc

[kidstemplatte]

my everything

pairing: terzo/fem! reader

summary: you and terzo welcome your son into the world, introducing him to your daughter and the rest of the emeritus family.

(check out my masterlist to hear more about stories involving violetta and dad terzo! message at the end as per usual. please enjoy!)

On October 13th at 11:57 pm, your son Vincenzo Everett Emeritus , or simply, Vinnie, was born. The process went smoothly, with your loving husband Terzo by your side at each second, whispering words of encouragement in your ear as you powered through the pain. He never failed to be blown away by you and your strength. Having a daughter already amped up his feminist game a hefty amount, but seeing you give birth twice raised the stakes even more. He loved his two girls more than anything. You were the light of his life, the reason he woke up in the morning, what motivated him to become a better husband, father, brother, son, and person. But he had to admit, he was thrilled to be having a son. It was expected of the Emeritus family to produce an heir, but he wanted to make it very clear to his son that his existence was not one that came about as a result of expectations, but love.

As the nurse placed your newborn into your arms, you felt a sense of euphoria that you did not get to experience after your first birth; your daughter was rushed out of the hospital room before you could even catch sight of her. There was no other feeling like holding your son for the first time. It was like every emotion into the world had flooded your senses all at once; joy, anger, sadness, grief, confusion, excitement. It was a beautiful sensation, unlike anything you had ever experienced. Your soul was aching with nothing but love for the baby in your arms. He was so small, so precious, so perfect. Teeny tiny. You wondered if he would share his height with his Papa. Black hair barely visible on the top of his head, his cheeks rosy and supple.

And just as you thought he couldn’t become even more perfect, he opened his eyes for the first time. His right eye was a hazy green, his left a ghostly white. You nearly gasped.

“Terzo, Terzo- look.”

You passed your baby into your husband’s arms, and as Terzo looked his son in the eyes for the very first time, tears welled up in the eyes they both shared.

“Hi. Hi, little one.” He choked out. “Your Papa loves you very much.” Terzo held a finger out above his son and watched in awe as the newborn wrapped his tiny hand around it.

“He loves you already.” You said, a weary smile draped on your face.

“I’m afraid I might love him more. And that I always will.”

You two sat in silence for a moment as he gazed upon the new life you had created.

“Y/N?” he said.

“Terzo?”

“You are incredible.”

“What do you mean?” You questioned.

“You did this.” He said, his gaze returning to his son in his arms.

“Having a baby? I don’t know. I mean, people do it every day.”

“That does not make it any less amazing.” He remarked, a twinkle in his eye.

“But you’re amazing too. You deserve some credit. You’ve been here for me this whole time.” You replied, honestly.

“You are so sweet. But please, take this, amore mio.”

“Okay. Thank you.” You said, finally accepting his praise.

“Thank you, cara mia. For being my everything. The best wife and mother ever to exist.”

“I love you.” You said tenderly to your husband.

“I love you too.”

“Hi, Vinnie.” You whispered as Terzo placed him back into your arms, where he rested comfortably on your chest.

He let out an adorable little gurgle, as if he was trying to say “Hi” back.

“Are you excited to meet your family? Your sister is so excited to meet you, little Vinnie.” You cooed at your son, eagerly awaiting your discharge from the hospital, longing to bring him home.

•✧•

Meanwhile, Violetta and her Uncle Copi sat together on the couch, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the new baby. One thing about Violetta: She loved asking questions. Questions that were sometimes best left unanswered.

“Uncle Copi?”

“Si?”

“Where do babies come from?”

“Eh…” Copia, not quite sure how to respond to this question, awkwardly trailed off. “I, uh…”

“You don’t know?”

“Well, eh, I’m not sure.”

“Who knows then?” she carried on.

“Only Satan himself, I suppose.”

“Oh. Okay.” That seemed to satisfy her. “Uncle Copi?”

“Si?”

“Do you think I will be a good big sister?”

“You? You, my little flower, will be the best big sister. Best niece, best daughter, and now, the best sister.”

“You’re the best uncle ever.”

“Aw, thank you, Violetta.” He said, his heart nearly melting. “But do not forget your Zio Primo and Secondo. They love you very much. They are the best uncles too.”

“Yes. Primo is nice. Secondo is funny. Not very smiley though.” She said, mimicking his permanent frown.

“That is a very good impression.” Copi chuckled. “You are a very funny girl.”

“Uncle Copi?” she repeated.

“Si?”

This was not a question, but a statement.

“You’re my best friend.” She said.

Copia smiled, tears threatening to escape his painted eyes.

“And you are mine.” He returned.

“Forever?” Violetta held out her pinky finger, which was equivalent to a swear. In toddler language, as well as Copia’s.

“Forever. I promise.” The Cardinal swore, latching his pinky finger onto hers to form a sacred pinky promise.

“Good.”

Suddenly the doorknob rattled, making Violetta immediately jolt up in her seat.

“I think they are here, Violetta…” Copia smiled.

The door opened, Terzo entering the quarters with a baby carrier in hand, you following behind.

“Here, let me help you.” Copia said, standing up and walking over to assist you and Terzo.

Terzo handed the baby carrier to his brother, and held the door open for you, as you were still recovering. Violetta was so excited at the sight of her parents she just about leaped off of the couch, running to greet her Mama and Papa.

“Mama! Papa!” Your daughter squealed.

“Oh, la mia stellina, how we missed you.” Terzo said, scooping his daughter up and kissing all over her face as she giggled.

“Mommy! Hi, Mommy!” she said, waving to you as she sat in Terzo’s arms.

“Hi, baby.” You said. “Come here.”

You joined them, wrapping your arms around your daughter and husband, kissing her on the forehead before sharing a quick peck with your husband.

Meanwhile, Copia sat beside his nephew. He peered into the carrier, heart seeping with joy as he looked at the newborn.

“Violetta, say hi your fratellino, Vinnie.” Terzo said, gently setting her down.

Violetta trotted over to the couch, standing in front of her baby brother.

“Be very gentle, okay, principessa?” Terzo said.

“Yes, Papa.” She nodded. The little girl’s face lit up with glee as she peeked at the infant under the pile of blankets.

“He’s so small.” she observed. “And cute.”

Suddenly, Vinnie began to open his little eyes.

And that was the moment Violetta met eyes with her baby brother for the first time, his green and white-

Wait.

Violetta then made a revolutionary discovery.

Mouth agape, Violetta exclaimed, “They don’t match!” Violetta excitedly looked from Vinnie’s eyes and then to her Papa’s, and back to her baby brother. “They match!” she exclaimed, pointing from Vinnie to her father. “They match because they don’t match! Uh…” Violetta rambled, uncertain of how to explain her revelation.

“Yes, Violetta.” you laughed. “He has the same eyes as your Papa.”

Violetta turned to her uncle, eager to explain this phenomenon to him.

“Uncle Copi, look! They-“

Wait.

His eyes also matched. They didn’t match. They matched because they didn’t match. They all matched. Because they didn’t match. Which made them match.

“You match!” She proclaimed to her uncle. “Because- because they-“

She was so cute.

“Your Papa, Uncle Copi, and Vinnie all have the same mismatched eyes. Isn’t that amazing?” You assisted her.

“Yeah!” She chirped. “But why don’t I?” she said, slightly dejected, but mostly confused.

“Because your eyes match your Mommy’s.” Terzo explained.

“No way! We match, Mommy!” she exclaimed, looking up at you, before looking back down at her brother. “Hi Vinnie,” She whispered. “I’m Violetta. I’m your big sister”

Taking a seat on the couch, you reached inside the carrier to hold your son.

“There we go.” You said, cradling him to your chest. “Hi, baby.”

Violetta crawled beside you on the couch, before Terzo picked her up and sat in her spot, placing her on his lap as she giggled.

You all sat on the couch for a bit, before hearing a knock on the door.

“Oh. That must be Primo and Secondo.” Copia announced, walking to the door and opening it.

“Ciao, fratelli!” Terzo mused, waving at his brothers. “Come say hello to your nephew!”

“And me!” Violetta chimed in.

“Hello, Violetta. How is your baby brother doing?” Primo said, walking over to the couch as he ruffled his niece’s hair.

“Good! He’s so cute. I love him so much.” she gushed.

“Molto bene.” He said, smiling and looking down at his nephew in your arms. You are right, he is very cute. Congratulations, you two.” He said, gazing to you and Terzo.

“Thank you, Primo.” you responded, as Secondo stood beside him.

“I see he has the signature green and white eyes as well.” Secondo remarked.

“Yeah!” Violetta jumped in, excitedly looking her Uncle Secondo in his eyes. “Isn’t it cool-“

Wait.

Before she could even continue, you, Terzo, and Copia started laughing.

“Yes, Violetta, all their eyes match.” You explained once again. “And Primo’s do too.”

“Oh. I get it.” She replied.

“I brought some things for you and Vinnie, no need to open them now, I placed them by the door.” Primo informed you, gesturing to a basket sitting on a nearby coffee table.

“Oh, thank you so much!” You said to him.

He nodded with a soft grin.

You really were lucky to be part of such a loyal family.

•✧•

After putting Violetta to bed and Vinnie in the crib beside you, Terzo assisted you in getting into bed yourself, letting out a sigh of relief as you sat against the large pillows.

“How are you feeling, amore mio?” Terzo asked, sitting beside you and tracing his fingers up and down your arm.

You paused. You weren’t doing bad at all. In fact, you were doing well. But there was no doubt that you were flooded with emotions, the past 48 hours had been insane. You had a baby, for Satan’s sake. But that question always had a way of drawing tears out of you when you least wanted it to.

“… I’m okay.” You squeaked, your throat tightening up.

“Oh, tesoro, It’s okay. Come here.” He reassured you, as you fell into his arms, letting the tears come out.

“Sorry. It’s just, it’s a lot, you know.” You croaked.

“Yes, it is a lot. You are doing an amazing job. You are the best mother ever. The best wife ever.” He said, kissing you on the side of your head.

“Thanks.” You sniffled. “I love you.”

“I love you too, cara mia.” He replied, wiping the tears from your face. “Let’s see what my brothers got for us, okay? I’ll be right back.” You nodded as he briefly exited the room and returned with the basket in hand.

The first thing you noticed was a jar of beautiful vibrant flowers, with a note attached, reading: “October birth flowers, Marigold and Cosmos.”

How sweet. You would be sure to put those in the nursery tomorrow. The care package was incredibly thoughtful, Primo had definitely put a lot of time in it. You looked through the basket, finding many lovely things: a candle, essential oils, body salve, to name a few. But what shocked you was a beige envelope, adorned not with Primo’s handwriting, but someone else’s, addressed to you. Not Terzo, just you. It must be Secondo. You figured he had already shared some words with Terzo previously. You opened the envelope to find a piece of parchment, covered in decadent cursive.

Y/N,

Congratulations on the arrival of your newest child. You are quite a remarkable person. Not only for being able to put up with my fratellino, but for making him so happy. I have never seen my brother light up the way he does when he speaks of you, Violetta, and now, Vincenzo. The light you bring does not go unnoticed. Let me know if you need anything throughout this journey. It is an honor to have you as a part of the Emeritus family.

-Secondo

Wow. That was a heartfelt note from someone as stern as Secondo. You smiled fondly at his kind words.

“What was that?” Your husband asked.

“Just a little note from Secondo.” You responded, placing it in your nightstand drawer.

Terzo smiled. “How nice.”

Terzo looked at you, his eyes beaming with love and adoration. He was so proud, so proud of you and the family you two had created, the life he now had that he didn’t even know was possible. One full of joy and love and contentment.

“Now, let’s get my beautiful wife some rest, shall we?”

“Yes please.” You agreed, utterly exhausted and sleep-deprived.

You turned off the lamp beside your bed, you two snuggling deep underneath the covers as you let out a soft noise while getting comfortable. Terzo whispered words of adoration in your ear as he knew you loved, gently stroking your hair as he laid beside you.

“I love you so much, mio angelo. The only angel I will ever believe in. My beautiful, sweet wife. I love you. I love you. I love you.” He said, kissing your head between each proclamation.

“I love you too, Terzo.” You sleepily mumbled, falling into a peaceful slumber in the arms of your lover.

└── •✧• ──┘

YAYYYYY!!!

this took so long, it was longer than i thought it was going to be!!!

(violetta and vinnie have the same initials. isn’t that cute?)

and there’s more uncle copi in this!!!! aghhhh i can’t get enough of him!!😭

i hope you enjoyed, more dad terzo is coming as well as terzo/reader!!

i love you so much, thank you for reading!!!

<3, alice

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost #papa emeritus iii #terzo #papa emeritus #papa terzo #papa emeritus x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #dad! terzo #dad!terzo #terzo fanfiction #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #cardinal copia #copia #papa secondo #papa emeritus iv #papa primo

[punkeropercyjackson]

Percy Jackson headcanons megamasterpost

Apperance

Monoracial black but mixed etchnicity since Poseidon is black-greek and Sally is an afro-dominican third gen inmigrant.Darkskin,big nose that adorns his face,thick lips and 4c type hair.His iconic sea green eyes remain unchanged because black people with green eyes >>>>>>

6'4 by his 20s thanks to demigod genes and a realistic tank-As in,dosen't have rippling muscles because ew but instead a healthy mix of fat and muscle that gives him a thick build.Stops shaving the lower half of his face too but not his upper lip because he thinks mustaches are ugly

Lots of hairstyle changes through the saga.Baby dreads in TLT,wicks by TTC,twists by TLO,afro for most of SON due to not remembering anything so he dosen't know his old styles but decides on dreads near the end and keeps them until he's 19 when he's let his hair grow out so much he's decided on past the shoulder locs instead.Starts wearing beads by MOA and they're usually blue or used because they remind him of his loved ones

His gray streak naturally faded to white instead of completely and he hates the Jason Todd jokes because he's his least favorite Robin(His favorites are of course Dick Grayson,Duke Thomas,Stephanie Brown and Maps Mizoguchi)

Transfem bigender and femme-leaning.Was on estrogen but light dosages and for a short amount of time compared to full transitions and gets no surgeries

Crustpunk with some kidcore and a bit of seapunk going on(Purely a Sally influence).She has a tongue ring,an eyebrow piercing and forward helix on both ears,wears makeup in y2k black woman and punk styles,her battle jacket is dark sea blue with silverish blue spikes on the shoulders and pockets and frills around the collar and the patches are the dominican and trans flags,the anarchy and autism symbols and ones that represent his most important people:A black mermaid for Sally,a skull for Nico,a yellow diamond for Hazel,a stallion for Tyson,a gupie for Estelle and you can choose one for whoever you most ship him with too,she values comfort and nonconformity over looking hot but does like glam and she looks scary as shit to normies but like a super ultra cool potential friend to weirdkids and other trans people

These presentation things were either all bought from thrift stores,homemade/done or given to her by Rachel with her dad's money as reperations

Retractable shark teeth after being given Poseidon's blessing in BOO

Her canon rbf inhereted from Poseidon and cocky troublemaker smirk but also has what her friends call her 'angelshark smile' that's one of the most beautiful and genuine one's ever and extra rare to see because she rarely does it

A significant amount of scars for realism and rep but nothing too bad

Blue and black-coded but with pink elements

Their durags and bonnets are all blue

From Pjo to Tales of Dead Seas(My fansequel that happens instead of Toa),she goes from severely insecure in her looks to knowing she's god-level hot but not caring unless it's for jokes or getting complimented by those closest to her

Personality

Same sense of humor,poor social skills,anger issues and merciless tendencies as canon and will always be that way but her emotional regulation has gotten so much better

Sally being the mom of all time made her turn into a Team Mom and Poseidon's neglect made him decide to be a better father than he could ever be so he's a Team Dad too and these are canon like above but they're amped up to explicitly parental habits like platonic kisses for his pseudo-kids and cooking for them and getting into their interests with them even if they're out of his age range

And one last canon adjusted thing is that he still hates the gods but it's kicked up several notches by him actually managing to kill Zeus like he did Luke in TLO because she was who the Great Prophecy was about and thus making the remaining ones so scared of her they can't stop her and the other demigods and non-god greco-roman beings with a few token deity allies from revolutionizing the system in Tods.They're titled 'The Hero and Destroyer of Olympus' because thanks to him their world is finally good

Autistic(actually canon regardless of Rick's intentions)but went largely undiagnosed despite very obviously having every single symptom because he dosen't fall under any stereotypes

Stans Riot Grrrl,Mcr,All Time Low,Rihanna,Lo-Fi Beats,The Front Bottoms,She/Her/Hers and Megan Thee Stallion

Exclusively buys his video games and legos secondhand due to being anti-capitalism,knows how to DIY so many things it's a running gag,goes to protests does charity work and graffitis with Rachel,is a straightedge and thinks Taylor Swift and Hot Topic are so sucks forever

Total cat lover and even has meowing as a vocal stim,perfers to eat with his hands,does paw hands like he does raptor,has a few cat based items and Hazel and Nico made him cat themed communication cards as a thank you for all he's done for them.And his favorite aquatic life is sharks so Sally calls him 'Tiburónsito'

Likes her everything as weird as possible-Her drips,her affection,her media,her food,her GENDER-She's a weirdo and proud

Socialist king

Her specific favorite foods are pancakes,flan,burgers,latino style cupcakes,hot chocolate and Bang energies and she's an extremely good chef even if she's not on Sally's level,her special interests are blue,kidcore,cats,horses(Mlp >>>>>>),video games and anarchy,glitter and water are big visual stims,her comfort items are Riptide,her CHB necklace and her battle jacket,her hyposensitivity is high even for a demigod and his meltdowns were angry while his shutdowns were dangerous for him but love and healthy coping mechanisms saved the day so his emotional regulation improvement covers this

I just realized i forgot the pins on his jacket😭He has tons but the most important ones are the 'i listen to punk with my mom','i killed god and all i got was this stupid button','i ❤️ NY' pizza box,pastel blue and white cats cuddling,pink game heart and the Riptide one his s/o diy'd him

Is a skater but not nearly as into it as the fandom thinks he is and he dosen't identify with ska at all.His board is black with white outlines and blue cat designs at the bottom

Final Girl Fanatic and indie horror enthusiast but not much else in that genre

A bit unrelated but he radicalized Nico and Hazel as is his eldest sibling duty and they're now goth punk and pastel goth punk and think he's the coolest ever

Romantic

Aroaceflux bi with trauma out the ass so he's a first love,only love kinda guy and it's canon he's not actively interest in dating and ignores advances he dosen't want because they're always from girls and he dosen't wanna accidentally be a misogynist

Strictly autistic4autistic,punk4punk amd poc4poc with a preference for black women(regardless of heritage)

His type is pastel punks

Gotta be able to match his sense of humor and drives or else he just straight up won't be attracted

Not an 'I'm mean to you because i like you' kinda guygirl,he likes it cheesy and sappy and same goes for how he's treated

Subtly romantic diy gifts,uses calling someone hardcore and odd as flirting,if he cooks blue foods for someone he wants to confess to them but is too shy to and is especially protective on the battle yet somehow also as encouraging for the other to go all out because he thinks they can take on literally anyone solo

Will offer to punk up their hair and give them piercings at least once

Learns to make mixtapes just so he can give his first crush one once the epiphany hits

It definitely takes a few years because he's got so much shit going on in every way for it to come to him but his s/o never forces their feelings on her or else they'd become one-sided for them

Best friends since the Lightning Thief and one of the eight demigods of the Second Great Prophecy is the best route for him imo

Chaos couple and his partner evolves into his co-Team Parent for Hazel and Nico wether they like or realize it or not,including having a hand in their radicalization

Godly parents and abusive mortal parents hate him!This halfblood gave their kids standards for how they're treated

Arcade,skate park,punk,sea themed and other's godly parent based dates

She definitely went to teen girl magazines for advice

Dosen't go overboard with the son of the sea god stuff and gets uncomfortable and angry if anybody else does

Battle jacket drapped over them priviliges,sometimes given for no particular reason other than he's down bad

His s/o diy's them matching figurines of whichever fictional couple they're most like and she has the cocky flirty guy thing going on but only once the relathionship actually starts

His idea of a perfect relathionship by himself is someone who he choose to date instead of feeling pressured by expectations and being able to take the lead so he can actually be in control of his life(with their consent)for once

His nickname is 'Blue' and he uses 'babe','honey','sweets','mi mar','tesoro','babygirl' nonsexually and depending on gender and 'dude' romantically without a hint of irony regardless of it

Sally loves them so much and they love her too and hate Poseidon so much

Their daughter's named after Sally but she goes by Sal because she's a tomboy and also very sweet and soft and inherents almost all of Percy's looks but their other parents eyes.Complete daddy's girl but dosen't actually play favorites

Powers

Alright this one is short and so's the last part cause that one's just what i couldn't fit into the other categories

The strongest demigod fullstop,only Hazel can compare,but neither have an ego about it

His eyes go biolumenecent when he's especially brutal

He learns how to overcome his fear of his bloodbending thanks to Amphitrite's training but saves it for a last resort

In the third Tods book,Riptide gains counciousness due to how all that he's done with it and she's certainly Percy's companion by how she acts.She grows new gear and those are the greek word for 'ultimate' and a thicker and longer blade and manipulation of liquid to a small extent herself and her hilt tints itself an oceanic blue

Dosen't bother with storms because Zeus was so annoying about them he dosen't wanna create them himself

Can soothe aching wounds with water but not really heal them

No siren abilities and he's grateful for that since they creep him out

Sea creature speech includes krakens

As it turns out,the more he loves the sea,the stronger he gets and this is why he keeps his seapunk side in moderation

Eventually,as far forward as him being married,he can create water out of thin air and he fucks around with it more than serious training

Being a demigod gets way harder to hide in Tods and it's both funny and angsty

By some miracle,none of this ever goes to his head and he's as humble as ever can be

Misc

His full name is Perseo Isadore Jackson

Runs a vlog channel about legos and their sets,both fandom based and not,with bonus shitposts,recipe videos and info on punk culture

Owns a pair of black and colbat blue demonias Beckendorf gave him that're a little tight on him now but she still wears them to remember him by

Them,Sally,Nico and Hazel open up a family bussiness-A beach shack called just 'Jackson Familia Beach Shack' because 3/4 of them are autistic

In addition to he/she/they,she also has a hoard of neopronouns:Xe/blue/cookie/lego/meow/scale/dude/crayon

Superhero multiverse number is Earth 27 and in Marvel,he's a Spiderpunk variant who's 5 years older than Hobie and hosted Venom and in DC,he's a human-kryptonian hybrid who's got a parent-child relathionship with Clark and a second mom figure in addition to Lois in Sally and his Bats,Wonder,Flashes,Arrow and Aqua are Stephanie,Duke,Jason too depending on the verse,Yara,the Thawne cousins and Meloni,Emiko and Jacqui

His Pokemon variant is a multitype gym leader but his childhood partner and ace is an unevolved Piplup named Cookie and he runs his system in a way that makes it so he's always helping out kids

And if he were an animal,he'd be a catshark

#10 years with him and this is what i have to show for it........damn /extremely pos #percy jackson #black percy #latino percy #trans(fem)percy jackson #bigender percy jackson #autistic percy jackson #punk!percy #team parent percy jackson #percy jackson x black!reader #sally jackson #nico di angelo #hazel levesque #la familia jackson #rachel elizabeth dare #nigerian rachel dare #black nico di angelo #brotp:watercolors #poseidon(derogatory) #pjo gods slander #anti luke castellan #lex de los santos #perlex #group:it's in my nature to love you #sal jackson #dulces de algodon #riptide pjo #pjo #real self shipping hours #summerposting

[ap-kinda-lit]

Saiyan Squad AU (part 1) ⭐️

The Saiyan homeworld is Sadala (because Planet Vegeta is ridiculous), but its capital city is Vegeta, where, of course, the royal family resides. Sadala itself is a conglomerate of Australia, Asia, and Africa and the Saiyans are a mishmash akin to the Spartans, Celts, Aztecs, and Mongols. Sadala is pretty much like a space version of Australia: it’s a chaotic death trap from its climate and wildlife to its inhabitants. The Saiyans are made up of clans and have a feudal system, but they all serve the one ruling monarch.

Saiyans act as mercenaries and hunters. Like Predator, they are best known for traveling galaxies to find worthy opponents to fight. They’re feared and reviled as a race of barbaric savages.

They also look more animalistic: they have pointed ears, sharper teeth, claws, and some fur on their bodies.

Saiyans have had a feud with the Cold Empire for a very long time. At one point, they were allied together but the Cold Empire looked down at the Saiyans and began to subjugate them, so the Saiyans started resisting which led to all out war. When Frieza came to power, he amped up the war. He killed King Vegeta III but spared his young son, Vegeta III, to make the boy his puppet king/child hostage.

The city of Vegeta’s center is where the royalty live, while its outskirts is made up of the slums the third class inhabit. This is where Raditz and Kakarot are born and live with their parents Gine and Bardock. Gine serves as a cook to the troops and the residents while Bardock is a captain of his own troop. Gine and Bardock both teach the boys about hunting but Bardock is mostly in charge of their combat training. The boys start their formal training at five-years-old and are put in the same unit as young king Vegeta.

Raditz is the atypical rough and crass Saiyan boy, but Kakarot is another story. He inherited Gine’s kind heart and good nature, making him seem as weak by most Saiyans. He’s unfortunately treated as an outcast and subjected to bullying from his peers. However, he’s passionate and hard-working and wants to become a great and strong warrior, like his big brother and dad, so he’s committed to training hard. It pays off and he makes enough progress so that when his father Bardock talks with the higher-ups he’s able to convince them to put Kakarot on the same unit as Raditz and Vegeta under Nappa, Vegeta’s guardian.

The Saiyan-Frieza feud reaches its turn years later, when Vegeta approaches age fifteen. By then, he’s old enough by law to rule on his own and he’s determined to break free from Frieza’s grasp. As Vegeta begins to secure his independence and throne and wiggle free, Frieza has become fed up with the Saiyans and sees them as a genuine threat. The final nail in the coffin is when he and his men consult the Kanassans on the future of Frieza’s reign. A Kanassan oracle foretells that Frieza will meet his end at the hands of a golden warrior, presumed to be the legendary Super Saiyan. Frieza straight away comes up with a diabolical plan.

To everyone’s surprise, Frieza not only agrees to Vegeta ruling independently, he also agrees to signing a truce with the Saiyans and ending the bad blood for good. In celebration, a formal coronation is held for Vegeta along with ecstatic festivities all over Sadala. Every Saiyan is recalled back to homeworld for the momentous occasion. However, Bardock and his troop stumble upon Frieza’s real plan: to get all the Saiyans together in one place, make them vulnerable, and destroy them all along with their planet altogether. Bardock’s team is attacked and killed to quiet them but Bardock survives and despite being wounded he races to tell everyone and save his family.

Bardock barely makes it back in time. Just as he’s warning the others, Frieza’s soldiers attack and Frieza himself forms a Death Ball to strike at Sadala. Saiyans desperately try to fight back and escape, but many are killed by Frieza soldiers and many more as the Death Ball collides and the planet begins to destruct. Bardock fights on while trying desperately to find his family.

During Sadala’s destruction, Gine and teenaged Raditz and ten-year-old Kakarot manage to find a pod, but it can only fit two of them. Gine makes the boys get in and go without her, assuring it will all be fine (she knows she’s probably not going to make it, but at least her children will be safe). Sadala finally explodes into oblivion just as Raditz & Kakarot make it to safety. Bardock barely makes it out in time. Gine doesn’t make it.

The Saiyans are thusly reduced to the brink of extinction as only a few thousand remain. Surviving Saiyans flee to a desolated planet to recover. This includes Vegeta, Nappa, Raditz, Kakarot, and Bardock (who barely made it out in time). Because of his wounds, Bardock is put in a comatose state in a healing tank for a few days.

In spite of the loss of Sadala and the majority of the Saiyans, Vegeta swears revenge on Frieza. All remaining Saiyans are ordered to group up and spread out across the galaxies. The war against the Frieza Empire is to continue by any means necessary. Saiyans resort to whipping up secret settlements on planets and fighting back via piracy and guerrilla warfare. The endgame is to tear down Frieza’s empire brick by brick and, ultimately, kill Frieza himself.

Vegeta calls on Raditz and Kakarot to join him and Nappa on his quest to hunt and kill Frieza. Vegeta initially doesn’t want to include Kakarot, whom he deems a liability, but acquiesces.

Frieza puts out a bounty on each and every remaining Saiyan, most of all on the “so-called King of Saiyans” Vegeta.

And so, the Vegeta Force moves out. But they become known as the “Saiyan Squad”. Vegeta and Raditz don’t like it, but Kakarot thinks it’s a cool name.

#Saiyan squad au #my idea #notes #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dbz #saiyans #Sadala #Vegeta #Goku #kakarot #raditz #Bardock #Nappa #Gine #dragon ball au #alternate universe #Saiyan squad

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

I am too lazy and a little exhausted in the head. Withdrawal systems are difficult. So, I will just use mostly pictures. Here you go...

It was heavy raining outside and the clear and clean glass windows made the luxurious room of the Colonel magical. His room was as usual, clean as a whistle.

You would make the janitor do heavy duty cleaning every three weeks. Then you would do the rest yourself.

A perfectionist you were. The Colonel leaned back against the huge and soft pillow which he placed before the head rest of his King sized bed.

He looked down at your sleeping form. He smirked in arrogance, seeing how his skills in bed always knocked you out cold.

Quaritch couldn't believe he hit the jackpot when he saw you right here at the base. He was here to oppress and colonize. Never expected to find romance. And to the most beautiful girl ever to exist? Too good to be true.

Quaritch stroked your hair lovingly as you continued dreaming. Did you dream of him like he did of you? He smiled fondly.

He put on a green tank top and shorts. He decided to do some bench presses. He went to the cold amp suit room where he had his makeshift gym.

He lifted his usual 250 pounds plates. Whenever he was around you especially fucking the shit out of you, he felt energized. Like he drank some kind of real energy drink. Feeling young as a college boy.

He wondered if love was the fountain of youth. After an hour and five minutes, Quaritch felt sleepy. It was perhaps two in the morning. He decided to join you in bed. While doing so, he saw something or someone.

It was Sully, sitting alone in the empty cafeteria with a dazed look on his face. The Colonel wondered what he was thinking. Perhaps Sully was stressed by the double life as a spy. Quaritch pitied him.

"Haven't gotten lost in the woods, have you son?" The Colonel teased his subordinate. He grabbed a chain and sat in the opposite position leaning in.

"Your last report was two weeks ago...." Quaritch quirked up a wrinkled eyebrow. "I am starting to doubt your resolve!" He flashed his pearly white teeth.

Sully couldn't look at him the Colonel wondered why.

Quaritch rolled his eyes. He told Sully to quit the mission and told him about the approval of his surgery.

To his suspense, Sully didn't seem happy. The fuck is going on? Quaritch narrowed his eyes. Would a Marine choose the side of a science puke?

"I am a man of my word." Quaritch placed his hand in Sully's shoulder.

Finally, Sully looked at him.

"Colonel, if you loved someone. Would change for them?"

Quaritch was surprised as fuck but kept his cool face.

"Met a girl and will change sides?" He narrowed his eyes.

Jake shook his head no. Quaritch didn't believe him. Something shitty was going on. Sully explained he feels guilty when the bulldozers will come and how he will explain it to his friends at the labs.

Quaritch rolled his eyes. He scoffed. "Fuck those bitches. They are not worth the guilt."

"What about Name?"

The Colonel stared.

"you told her yet?"

The Colonel shook his head. "When the time is right. I will give her the reality check as humane as possible." Quaritch didn't tell anyone. Not even you.

Your elderly trillionaire father died eight nights ago. The unhealthy life on Earth with stress and crime rates usually make people die a young age compared to the people in the past.

Your father aged before his time. Worked hard to make the Earth full of plants and vegetation. Like you, he hated the over developed life and industrializations.

The Colonel was bull shitting you. He wanted to kill the Navis and take their shit like the brute he was. He had a soft spot for you. He loved you. Not just your good looks and carnal desires. He just thought you were too naive and living in a fantasy world. He pitied you. Quaritch didn't want to hurt your feelings.

You like your hippie friends wanted to copy Navis' lifestyle. You loved their spiritual connections to the wonderful nature around them. The Colonel found it cute but would keep his mouth shut as you rambled on about making a better life back on Earth if humans copied the Navi ways.

The Colonel agreed to whatever you said. He joked how you will put him out of business. The program will regain peace with the Navis.

His heart broke for you when you actually believed his sarcasm and jokes. You were that desperate and hated life on Earth.

But, that bitch Augustine must have influenced you more than your optimistic father. The poor man is dead and for what? Nothing. The Colonel didn't want you to end up like your dead father.

"I'll be right next to her when she needs me when she catches on." Quaritch pursed his lips. The thought of you crying made him depressed inside. You were too sheltered.

"I take care of my own."

Sully told Quaritch about being a real Navi man. That he has to stay longer with the clan. And the relocation of the Navi after getting their trust.

Quaritch was dying to kill. He was a solider marine leader. But, he didn't want Name to see him as a monster or hate him even more.

He knew he was going to be hated on by you. You will get over it after he makes a house in the woods for you. Then settle down. Then love him back again.

The Colonel was not like you. He didn't believe in fantasy unless you work hard. He got you by his evil actions of blackmailing. You think honest work can get what you want.

You have to think dirty. That's a fact

He stood up. "You better get it done, Corporal."

Sully was left alone.

Quaritch quietly closed his door as he stepped in. He was not stupid. He knew you would try to break up and leave him when he attacks home tree.

He stripped himself bare again and crawled next to your lithe and supple form.

He will have to think dirty once more to keep you in your place and check your attitude.

It's for your own good and both futures of him and you and eventually your future kids...

For now, he will show his true colors when it represents himself when the bulldozers come. Till then, he will act like the Prince charming you always wanted rather than the warrior who would kill to have you in his arms.

#avatar 2009 #avatar #dark miles quaritch #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #yandere miles quaritch #yandere miles quaritch x reader

[pianocat939]

Imagine this; Yandere! Splinter who sees reader as their own daughter, their interaction is like father and daughter bond and how reader is sweet and gentle also has a motherly figure it reminds him of his mother, but noticed how his sons falling in love or having crush on reader, Imagine Splinter would been like; "Y/N, be my daughter in law and Marry one of my sons"

and reader been like "…eh? (• ▽ •💧)"

Of course, the (yandere) turtles HEARD what their father's words and they start like having competition and who will have reader's hand in marriage. What do you think or react like if one of turtles won? and one of them lose?

With all the feminine-based phrases in this ask, let me confirm that MC is gender-neutral, as always. (I was considering copying and re-wording it tbh)

Tw: isolation, kidnapping, depressive state

Splinter was never the most attentive when it came to what his sons liked or what they did on uneventful days. But recently, he’s noticed a significant change in their behaviour, especially when a certain someone is around.

Leo tends to do everything they ask for, even if it means getting up from a comfortable position. He gets aggressive when someone interrupts his time with them, even if it’s the most innocent creature to exist.

His youngest, Michelangelo, talks about them for an eternity, and not a single word is hateful. Once, when Splinter wandered into his room, the rat man found a shrine of photos, some hoodies, and even a book titled, “Praises for your Divinity”.

His eldest had considerably changed as well: the boy will start to tear up if they announce they have to leave, and on some occasions cling onto them. The worst part is the fact he killed a Foot ninja for following them once (and possibly more).

And finally, his genius son, Purple. He was always inside his lab, only coming out when needed, but if the special someone arrives, he’s already out there waiting at the entrance 10 minutes before. Additionally, he complains how unhealthy their other friends are and mutters about putting more trackers.

Even a mosquito could see that the boys are hopelessly in love, and Splinter can’t help but find it endearing. The person who they admire, Y/n, had always been so caring to this mutant, albeit broken family. It was no surprise that this would happen. Splinter knew in his mind that Y/n would be a great addition to the family. Speaking of which…

“Y/n, would you be willing to be my future child in-law?”

“What do you mean?”

“You see, my boys may not ever marry. They may never find love. It would be dishonorable of me if I didn’t see at least one of them get married so…Maybe in the future, are you willing to accept their hand?”

“Uh…I’ll think about it.”

Meanwhile outside the very room are the four sons, their eyes widened in shock. Someone is gonna be able to marry Y/n in the future, with their father’s approval. They slowly slide off into another room, not wanting the pair to hear the conversation.

“Marry? I get the honour to marry them? This may be the greatest moment of my life~!”

“No. I get to. You can’t even provide what they need, something a truly good husband would do.”

“Leo, you do realize that we’re on the same level, right? Either way, none of you can do a decent job of keeping them safe, which is much more important.”

“Look, maybe we shouldn’t compare ourselves because we have different points here. We should have a competition, with Dad as the judge.”

“Fine, but I’m going to beat you all anyway~”

“What ‘Nardo said except it’s going to be me.”

“I’m getting my spot. You guys aren’t true devotées.”

“May the best brother win.”

Since that day, they’ve amped up their flirting to the point it’s glaringly obvious. They’re trying so hard to get you to love them, and for you to let them love you back.

If they win:

Regal Foot Cloth:

He knows it’s in the future, but the thought makes him so gleeful. You’re going to be bound to him for eternity, and you’ll never leave him. I don't know if it's possible, but he gets even more clingy. Gets teddy bears that have wedding attire as a celebration.

Lather Thou Bald Head With Butter:

We all know he's gonna be cocky. It's like that quote from the Zootopia spin-off, "It's not entitlement if I deserve it." If we were to speak his true feelings he's very honored to serve this position now soon (bro is so excited he forgets the time frame).

(I think my grammar was shit but oh well)

Don't Touch My Flipper Floppers:

He's honestly going to doubt it at first. Like he actually won? Sure, he's never worked so hard for a competition before, but it still shocks him. Marks the day on a data table, and starts to count the days until the actual event.

Mad Raccoon Ate My Bees:

Cries. I kid you not, he will cry. Already starts creating art of you guys getting married even if it won't happen for a while. He's definitely designing all the decorations and attire in his works and obnoxiously hangs them everywhere around the lair.

If they lose:

I don't mean for this to get too dark, but with the circumstances, I think it's the only way possible.

Regina:

It depends on who wins. Worst situation, most likely Leo. He first goes into a depressive state before confronting so said turtle for a rematch. Sure the only way to win the competition is based on your feelings, but he's going to try again because he's not going to let you leave his grasp.

Lin-Manuel Miranda:

(His Vivo soundtracks are so great)

Gets into a big fight. He argues and yells with whichever brother, his emotions completely unhinged. He's so upset he won't talk with anyone for a few days...and kidnaps you to a different dimension only he can see you at. He knows that he shouldn't be a bad loser, but he can't help it.

Donald Duck:

Doesn't accept it. He thinks it's odd that you would pick someone else over him. Mind you, he knows all your likes and dislikes so he finds it puzzling why the outcome isn't what he expected. Similar to Raph, he'll be persistent, but if things don't go well, he might lock them into his lab.

Mort Is The Root Word For Death:

Accuses that you got threatened into saying yes. He fully believes you are at no wrong, so the only conclusion he can come to is that someone intervened. Tries to find all evidence that there was wrong in the competition, to the point they might have to restart.

(This was supposed to be a blurb, but there was so much I had to make it a longer piece. I'm still putting it under the blurbs tag tho.)

#blurbs #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2018 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt

[stubaby777]

Stu's World CXXI

I’m trying guys. It’s just been hard holding my phone for typing much less talking. October saw me do this at work… I almost lost my pinky finger on my right hand. It finally healed in February. In the photo you can’t tell that it scar/wound wraps all the way around my finder. Probably should have gotten stitches but I put a bandaid on it and went back to work. Angie calls me…

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#Father &amp; Son Time #Life #Lumberyard #Something to Stu Over #Stu&039;s World

[imawhoreidiot]

Babe, wake up! New Ghost theory(s) dropped

I have come down with a bad case of Ghost brain rot, so I feel compelled to contribute to silly little theories to keep myself from going insane. Big fat “what will happen to Copia?” theory under da cut :D (warning: it is long, BUT IT SCRATCHES AN ITCH, I PROMISE)

Recently, there was a rerelease of Mary on a Cross. At first, it seemed innocuous enough. Bands release songs in separate single albums all the time to get a little extra money. It wasn’t until I saw the cover that I started thinking there was some foreshadowing involved.

On the cover of the new album is Copia depicted in Roman coin fashion. He is crying blood. The coin is a parody of a Caligula coin (Both shown below)

In case you are not familiar with Caligula, he was a Roman Emperor that was killed by the Praetorian Guard, which were the equivalent to his bodyguards at the time.

Among the reasons he got assassinated: he became delusional with power. He demanded to be worshipped as a god, was accused of incest, and made many other poor political decisions (This is a highly simplified version of his reign.) The final straw was when he tried to move from Rome to Alexandria, Egypt in hopes to be venerated as a living God. Before he was killed, his delusions and paranoia grew to include those he was closest to and the people around him.

I don’t think any members of the clergy actually want Copia dead…yet. I think within the next year, we’ll be shown a side of Copia we’ve never seen before and he’s going to get more and more paranoid of dying or being replaced.

On stage, he is already starting to display irregular and erratic behavior. While singing Rats, he seems to have started yelling “NO” after the line “Never to return.” I’ve also seen videos of him being a little more tough on the Ghouls. 

More specifically, I think the Ghouls are going to be the ones to do it. They will grow fed up with his paranoid behavior and be the ones to do it, likely on stage. Impera is all about how no empires lasts forever and I think that message will directly correlate with how Copia will die. 

Additional support to the ghouls will be the ones to kill Copia theory: there was a patch that was available to purchase on the website that is now sold out. It’s a mimic of Michelangelo’s Pieta.

VS

As you can see, the patch shows Copia lying dead on Sister Imepators (heavily implied to be his his mothers) lap. In the original, Jesus is lying dead on Mary’s lap. One of the leading causes of Jesus’ death was due to the betrayal of one of his disciples. What if this is foreshadowing that Copia’s death will be caused by one (or more) of his ghouls???

Actually, since this is a theory post, and I’m already on the topic of the parallels between Copia, Imperator, Jesus and Mary, I’m going to go fuckign crazy with the theories,,,, so here’s your BOGO theory for the day,,,,

I also think Copia is being teased as being the antichrist. As in, son of Satan. I think Tobias is really amping up the “Copia and Sister Imperator are Jesus and Mary parallel.” I don’t think Nihil is actually Copia’s dad, but I do think he is playing the begrudging step father role, which makes him kinda a Joseph figure as well.

The main evidence I have for this theory is one of the fixed songs on the US tours set list is Prime Mover. Prime Mover hasn’t been played live in YEARS. Prime Mover is about Satan using a Nun to carry his child. Anti Virgin Mary if you will. Regardless, I think within the next year, we’ll get a lot more evidence to support some kind of coming of the antichrist, even if it’s not Copia. I have no idea where this theory would fit in with the other one, but hey, I said it was a theory, not that it made cohesive sense.

“But OP, who could ever possibly come after Copia??” no one says. 

“Do you have any theories?” no one pleads. 

I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING DO!!!

In messages from the clergy, chapter ten, we get to see a little glimpse of Copia’s room. There’s a part in the video ( 1:40) that shows some Catholic style prayer candles. The one that has the main focal point is this bad boy

St Martin of Tours to be exact. And what was he famous for, you might ask? RESURRECTING 3 (THREE) PEOPLE FROM THE DEAD. THREE EXACTLY FOLKS.

Now, if the papas do get brought back (here's to hoping) I don’t think that they’ll front for the band, but I do think that there is a chance that they’ll be there. 

I unfortunately do not have anymore additions to any theories for now, but I am insane and don’t shut up, so more to come I’m sure!! I’m sure none of these theories are new, I just needed to articulate something 

#the band ghost #ghost hc #ghost theory #papa emeritus 4 #cardinal copia #sister imperator #papa nihil #tobias forge #nameless ghouls #papa emiritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus i #i am going crazy #don't yell at me for lack of originality i just be talking sometimes

[bromcommie]

Sokovia falls in spring.

Much of it is blurry now, forced into oblivion, but he remembers that part with vicious detail - the unassuming, forgettable prelude to hell; Lazarus Saturday, the intermittent tinkling of bells down their cul-de-sac and the heavy wet air while he sat out on the wide expanse of the balcony, sipping on his lukewarm coffee and sneaking a rare indulgent cigarette while the house was empty. It'd done little to ward against the chill of the morning, the kind of cold that broke him out into consistent goosebumps and seeped down into his bones, seemingly misplaced in early April. The metal railing stuck to the warm skin of his forearms when he leaned over it to peer idly down at the street, to where snow had accumulated in front of the row of brand-new luxury apartment buildings; all alike in their appearance, all that same shiny glass and metal and blinding white that had become popular in the last fifteen years, fifteen years too late in regards to the rest of the world, and that would fall apart in about as many. All laid out like a poor man's idea of opulence and a stark contrast to the unkempt street.

He'd hated it initially - hates it still, really. The cheap sterility of it, this sign of the times made palpable infrastructure that was devouring what was left of a once beautiful neighborhood, clashing with the old, dilapidated villas and steadfastly grey communist architecture. But Sandra had said, it's a peaceful neighborhood. There's a good school nearby. Sandra had said, There's a life for us here, love, and it'll be a good change of pace. Look how beautiful the view is from up here. Sandra had said: just because you grew up in exile doesn't mean Miho should.

And she was right. So a pristine-white, new-century-cold castle on the hill it was. He could still fit his dream of a future in Sokovia into a different shape, he told himself; what mattered was what was inside, anyway.

He'd watched as a gaggle of children slipped and skittered their way downhill from the international school, kicking the stray willow wreaths that had slipped off the heads of previous passersby back and forth until they'd get stuck in the muddy slush, and found himself wishing again that he'd gone with his wife and son to visit her mother in Kralyev Pole. But he was scheduled to go back to Vienna in the morning - it was a familiar rhythm by now - and Sandra had just pressed a firm kiss to his cheek and said we'll see you back home at Easter in a purposeful, loving tone that almost got lost between the distracted flurry of packing and her distant eyes.

Looking down at the murky palette of the street below he'd wished, not for the first time, that it'd all felt a little more like home. That he wasn't itching to be back on that plane out of the country the second he landed, a feeling amped up to 11 the second his family had set foot outside the building.

But then again, Novi Grad had never been his home; not really, not in any way that mattered.

He'd been in a foul mood already when his father called, the glaring absence of sound from the open double doors behind him and the grey sky pressing down over his head like a steel trap setting his teeth on edge. He'd let the phone ring and ring for almost a full minute before guilt had finally, inevitably, won over.

Their conversation had been relatively brief, caught between perfunctory and utilitarian, much like all of their other phone conversations since he'd started splitting his time between Sokovia and work abroad. They talked about the unexpected snow, about what is to be done for the anniversary of his mother's death, about whether Mihailo would like a BMX sports bicycle for his birthday. He'd tried explaining that his son still didn't really know how to ride one well - that at eight, the five-speed he already had was perfectly fine, thank you, but it's a nice thought. His father had just scoffed.

"You were never athletic as a child either, you know. Never climbed trees with the other children. Always too afraid of falling, I suppose," he'd said mostly to himself, and then, "If the kid actually had someone around to teach him, maybe he'd be learning faster."

On a different day, he might've let it slide. On a different day, he wouldn't have let the sentimental old age in his father's voice feel like a personal affront. "Nobody ever taught me, and I learned just fine."

This wasn't necessarily true. For most of his young life, Zemo had been coached by a wide plethora of professionals: French, German, Latin, shooting, violin, tennis, horseback riding, mountaineering, art, diplomacy, you name it - he'd had a teacher for every single one of the skills his parents and his surroundings had deemed necessary for a young man of his stature, and eventually, with more or less effort, he'd excelled at all of them; but never alone. There'd been Katya, the au pair that practically raised him in his childhood, young herself and lost in a foreign country and still the warmest presence he'd had in his life. There'd been Oeznik, who'd governed him with a much stricter hand than his own parents, but who had guarded Zemo's life with his own nonetheless.

It's just that things like big-game hunting and history lessons took precedence over things like bike riding and soccer, which was just as well, really. He never liked being mundane.

At the Academy it was a different story altogether. Unnoticeability, the skill of being no more interesting than the person next to him, only came later, and at a cost.

"Just make sure your Germans let you out in time for Easter," the old man'd muttered, "if they even recognize that sort of thing."

He remembers that part clearly, too, that bitter emphasis: your Germans. Like Zemo'd picked the wrong thing to do with his abundant time and money, the wrong way to employ his very specialized skill set, the wrong side of the family to lean into; like his name and heritage were something he'd picked himself and not something that was hammered into him by way of memorization, that he was taught to take pride in and embody down to the last detail. Like this mild-mannered, West-oriented young man who spoke German and a handful of other languages softly but deftly, who subsumed all his wilder impulses and hid his smoking and all his other dirty habits from his family and from the world behind a courteous smile wasn't an inadvertent yet nonetheless direct creation of the man on the other end of the line. A prince and a baron, turned a lowly gastarbeiter.

"They're Austrian," Zemo'd said simply. "Look, I have to go - Sandra and the kid just came in. I'll talk to you later."

It's not the last conversation he had with his father, but it's the last one he rememebers. Subtle judgement, the smell of smoke and cold and stale Turkish coffee and all those little clear bells, ringing, ringing, ringing: Lazarus rising, just to fall a week later.

Novi Grad falls on his son's birthday, the 11th of April, the day before Easter. It takes everything else down with it.

This was not the first time Novi Grad had fallen. Historically, this wasn't even the first time it’d suffered this extent of loss of life. But it was the first time the ruins were cauterized before something could grow from in between them like weeds out the sidewalk. It was the first time that what was lost was acknowledged as such: dead, gone, our condolences for your loss. Nothing more to be done.

There’d been excuses, of course, and platitudes spoken by the feeble remaining government, echoes of the UN and NATO and the EU he'd learned to recognize as empty long before he started working in security consulting:

We empathize greatly with all Sokovian nationals in this trying time. We’re doing everything in our power to stabilize the situation. We’re doing everything we can to never let a catastrophe like this happen again. It’ll just take a few weeks, a month, a year or two or five to rebuild, but patience is of the essence here.

We’re all very horrified, you understand. There aren’t enough resources for everyone, you see. It’s a very complicated situation, there’s no one answer here – now’s not the time to be pointing fingers. But we’re doing everything we can. We’re sure it’ll be enough.

Daće Bog. That’s what his mother used to say – like a vague handwave to ward off all the legitimate fear and anxiety before it can ever take root in her body, in her home. If she saw even a glimpse of it in her son’s face she’d take it as a clear sign that she had personally failed somehow, which would, exacerbated by alcohol and pent-up emotion, upset and anger her more than the original problem itself. Zemo'd learned how to bury and snuff out these embers of fear very quickly.

There's talk of persecution of royalist dissidents abroad - God will protect us from the infidels, you'll see. The regime changes and the country plunges into economic crisis - so what, it'll pass, God willing, and then we'll be able to return. Yet another war breaks out, nothing but a parasitic twin to the last, devouring the country from the inside out and draining off fresh blood – well, it's nothing new. it'll be alright, God willing we'll get the bastards before they get us. Crkli dabogda.

And he’d just nod his little head and allow, very neutral, very acquiescing for the tender age of nine, thirteen, sixteen - sure, of course, it'll all be fine. Much later, he'd adjust the poorly-fitted camouflage greens that would squeeze too tight around his neck and say in that same steady tone of voice into the payphone receiver, Don't worry, mama, don't worry, it'll be taken care of. Daće Bog.

That’s all she’d ever say on the topic, or any topic really. God save us, God willing, God will provide – that was her eternal refrain. Well that and, just you wait until your father gets home, if she'd perceived him to be acting up somehow - more often than not by virtue of sheer existence alone.

This was, of course, yet another half-truth - his father never really took to beating him. There were always bigger things to worry about, things that belonged to the grander picture - too wide for him to fit into as an important variable and just manageable enough to squeeze into his young body like a manifestation of a future his father was pouring all his hope and dreams into.

Either way, the fear was there. The fear of disappointing, of coming up short to the ideal of what a son should be; it was all it took to keep him in line. Father, God – they became two sides of the same coin, the same promise of impending judgement. Both instilled far more trepidation in him than comfort.

It’s only when the bulldozer finally digs up what remains of their old country estate and he can pull his father’s unrecognizable, mangled body into his lap – so small and frail, when did his father get to be so small and frail? – that he thinks: what was I so afraid of all those years?

*** Excerpt from my Zemo character study - turned out to be much longer than a snippet, but I got carried away. Still very much a WIP, but thought I might as well post it until I figure out where I want to go with it.

Translations: Daće bog - God will provide, God willing Crkli dabogda - may they all die, God willing gastarbeiter - (German) foreign or migrant worker

#VERY MUCH A WIP. jesus christ #i know zemo's wife and kid technically have german names in mcu canon but I've decided to ignore this #sokovian language and history heavily yet loosely based on yugoslavia with some mixing with other regional influences. to be developed #anyway! this needs so much work fml but the general idea's there. #helmut zemo #helmut zemo fic #my fic #ficlet

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this is us ~ jjk | 6

after a hard conversation with your mother, you learn some new things about yourself.

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, bff's younger brother ✨ playlist ✨ a/n: if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) you can read them here on AO3 & Wattpad

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chapter six ~ it's not all rainbows and butterflies | wc: 5.5k warnings: oc has a hard conversation with her mother, oc'smom is the worst, oc keeps secrets from jungkook b/c she's scared, a joke about oc being a p*do (they're being mean girls to her), jin overhears a convo and is about to throw punches, kissing, touching, groping (like i said!! nothing new here, they're in love and it's gross), jungkook is such a tease and cocky af, allusions to sex

~ Two months together ~

Getting to this point in your relationship with Jungkook wasn't an easy task - in particular, with your mother. She was beyond furious when you told her. The thought of you choosing to be with someone close to a decade younger than you completely disgusted her. She loved Jungkook, adored him, and even thought of him like her son, but she couldn't support your relationship with him.

"Please explain how this happened," she asked with anger rising in her tone while pacing back and forth.

"It started after the family reunion. We hung out a lot, and things just happened." You tried explaining without giving too much detail - especially when the pair of you were going to maul each other at your house during dinner with her and Yuna.

"Things just happened?" She scoffed. "What does Yuna think about all this?"

You cleared your throat before answering, "...she didn't like it at first. We didn't talk for a little bit while planning her wedding, but she's fine with it now." Honestly, you needed to sit down and talk to your best friend, like sit down and hash this all out, but she just got married, so you keep telling yourself - you hated having hard conversations.

"You were dating him before Yuna's wedding?" Your mother asked sternly. There was anger and resentment in her eyes, and the tone of her voice amped up even more. "Who would do that to their best friend?"

There it was, the one thing you had to struggle with only a few months ago. What she said triggered you. You fought through all the voices in your head telling you that you were the worst best friend in the world already. You didn't need to go through all that again. And who was she to judge you in the first place? You had a running list of the things you didn't approve of from her. Though she never cared much for you, why would it even matter?

"No! We weren't dating or anything. We were just hanging out more than usual..." you lingered with your sentence, not wanting to explain more than you needed to. She didn't need to know that you made the first move or how he kissed you in your childhood bedroom while she and Yuna were only a few feet away in the other room.

"I can't believe I have to call you my daughter," she muttered under her breath.

"Mom..." The muscle sitting inside your chest cavity sank to your stomach. Did she really have to say that? Did she really hate you that much? What have you ever done to her to deserve that? You've done everything that she's ever asked, but somehow you still failed to meet her expectations. She was the only living relative you had left, and she continued to treat you like nothing, like an outsider, like someone who didn't deserve her time.

"Your father would be furious if he were here," she huffed as she sat down." I need to sit before I pass out."

"You have to call me your daughter? What's that supposed to mean?"  You frowned before kneeling in front of her. "Mom...I'm sorry I've been never been able to live up to your expectations, but that comment was low, even for you." This conversation sucked big time, but her comment, her words, continue to pierce into the depths of your soul - a grown-ass woman you are, and the one person you needed continued to, without shame, detest your existence. You wondered what you needed to do for her to accept you as you were.

She couldn't even look at you. That's how ashamed she was. Your whole life, it seemed like you couldn't do anything right in her eyes. She would praise her friend's kids for their success but would fail to acknowledge yours. And that hurt...deeply, not having the approval of your own mother.

"I suppose it's time to tell you," she finally spoke, still avoiding your gaze.

You sat back, resting on your feet, trying your best to speculate what she could possibly tell you. "Tell me what?" Would she finally admit fault?

"I only have to call you my daughter because of your father..."

You weren't sure what she meant by that...well, of course, you were their daughter.

"I promised I would keep this a secret for your father's sake, but now that he's not here with us anymore, I see no reason to keep it from you anymore."

You froze. A part of you didn't want her to continue. Could it be worse than the situation at hand or add more fuel to your strained relationship? Whatever it was...it would change your life either way.

"You're not my daughter," she stated openly, sighing as she leaned back on the dining chair. She finally gazed down at you, almost proud of the words that came out of her mouth.

"Now you're just trying to hurt me, and it's working. Good job, mom."

"I'm not lying. What reason would I have to lie to you? Your father had an affair very early on in our marriage, and that woman..." she said with bitterness in her voice, "died after giving birth to you. She listed your father as next of kin...and well, here you are."

Eventually, it hit you. You understood why she hated you so much and never bothered to have a relationship with you. She couldn't tolerate looking at you, raising someone else's child, raising someone who wasn't hers.

"How did it go with your mom?" Jungkook asked, even though he could already tell by the tears forming that it didn't go well.

Already on the verge of tears, you shook your head and mumbled, "Not good." With your shoulders slumped over and head down, you were biting your lip, trying your hardest not to break down in front of Jungkook. There were a lot of things you didn't like, and crying was one of them.

You hated being so vulnerable, so weak...it felt like someone cut open your chest and left you to bleed out.

He walked over and gently enveloped you in his arms, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other around the nape of your neck. His chin nestled into your shoulder, whispering, "It's going to be okay. We'll be fine."

It was hard to accept what he said. Would it ever truly be okay? Your mother was never the 'best friend' type, and you were never looking for that. All you wanted was someone to listen, to support you...to love you. It was hard to reflect on your life and try to find joyful moments with her. There were hardly any, and if there were, your dad was always there.

You wrapped your arms around Jungkook, trying not to soak his shirt with your tears, but failing miserably - mascara running, snot coming out of your nose, all-around ugly crying. You started to sob into his chest softly. He pulled you closer, gently shushing you and caressing your hair, whispering, "I'm here. It's okay, I'm here. I'm never leaving you," making you sob even more.

There was a risk in stepping into a relationship with him, but it was one you were willing to make. Regardless of the stares and side-eyes you received from strangers on the streets and whispers from relatives and family friends, and you'd do anything for him.

Thoughts were racing through your mind, replaying the conversation with your mother. You didn't tell Jungkook about the second half of the conversation. He would eventually come to know, but you didn't have the heart to tell him because you needed time to process it yourself. You didn't want him to pity you, your situation, or your family. And to be honest, you weren't sure if you could even spit it out in coherent words.

After a month of constant arguing and the same conversations, the two of you had enough and agreed to stay out of each other's lives. It hurt to see your mom not support you, but you weren't surprised at all. Ever since your dad passed away, the first protector of your heart wasn't there to guide you and hold your hands through hardships. If he were here, he'd understand your choice and support you in every way that he could.

You weren't sure how you would ever move on from this secret.

~ Seven months together ~

When you saw the text notification on your screen, you didn't know if your mother had intended to send it to you or if it was an accident.

Mom 9:43 AM I heard the good news.

First off, what good news? The news about your script? And secondly, you wondered how she found out in the first place. There's no way Jungkook or Yuna would be talking to her, right? It's possible she heard through the grapevine but regardless, you didn't want to give any attention to her. Now that you found some success, was she proud of you? She didn't deserve any credit because she wasn't the one who supported you - it was your friends, your boyfriend.

But you brushed off her text and didn't respond to her. You weren't sure if you even wanted to. What was the point? You obviously didn't want to hear anything else she had to say or anything about your relationship with Jungkook. You'd respond when you were ready.

Jungkook was working hard to launch his company's new game, Final Approach. He was the lead storyboard designer on the project. He was hesitant when his team leader asked him, but you nudged him ever so gently to take it. Jungkook has the skills and vision for a project like this, but he just needed to be confident in himself to finally take initiative and show off what he could do. His potential's far greater than he could ever dream of.

"How are you feeling about your launch party?" you asked as you were putting away dishes into his cupboards.

"Good...I think," he said with an apprehensive smile and nod. "What about you? Are you excited to come?"

"Yeah...I think," mimicking his answer.

Jungkook raised both eyebrows, "You think?"

"I mean...this will be the first time everyone will see us together." The two of you hadn't attended any big events together as a couple. Not only would it be your first time going 'public' but your first time meeting his colleagues. Wonderful...more stares and whispers to endure.

"Good, because I want to show off my beautiful girlfriend." He smiled as he looked up from his laptop.

You gave him a closed-lipped smile. You could get through this...maybe with a lot of alcohol in your system. That would be your first trip for the night when you arrive - to the bar. "Right...but I won't know anyone."

"Jin will be there. You can hang out with him. I'm sure he won't mind," he said casually.

You could already picture the worst-case scenarios in your head, but you could do this. You've handled way harsher criticism before...but the thing was, this would be extremely personal - because it would be about you...about Jungkook, about your relationship.

You shook the thoughts from your mind. Happy thoughts only. This was an exciting moment for Jungkook. It wasn't about you. There would be plenty of time for that later.

Clearing your throat, you figured you should ask him about the text from your mother. "Hey...this is super random but...have you talked to my mom at all?"

His brows furrowed, lips in pout thinking about his last interaction with her. "I haven't spoken to her since Yuna's wedding. Why?" He looked up from his laptop.

You were tapping on the porcelain mug in your hand. "Oh...um, she just randomly texted me this morning."

Jungkook nodded. "What did she say?"

"She said, 'I heard the good news'. Whatever that means." You figured it wasn't him since he'd tell you right away if he had spoken to her.

"Huh... that's interesting. Maybe she's coming around." He shrugged, typing away at his laptop.

You scoffed at his remark. "I highly doubt that. You know her."

"Maybe I could talk to her." He tried asking casually because he knew your mom was still a sore subject of conversation.

You shook your head furiously. "No...no...I don't want you anywhere near her. I can hear her already, 'You're too good for her Jungkookie, you can do better...' blah blah blah..."

Jungkook stood up, pushing his stool, to walk over to you. He held out his hand, waiting for yours, pulling you into him. He rubbed your arms and leaned in for a kiss.

"I know I know...I already know what you're going to say."

"What am I going to say?"

"To stop with this self-deprecating nonsense."

"And..." His eyes crinkled with a sly smile, showing off that adorable dimple you just want to crawl and live in.

"...and that I'm smart and beautiful, and wonderful, and everything you could ever want in a partner," you added in a dragging tone.

He laughed because that's exactly what he would say. You'd been together long enough to know his quirks and mannerisms and his thought process. You sighed and pinched your nose, trying to shake all the negativity away. "Enough about my mom. I'll worry about her later. This week is about you, and you only," you said as you reached up to kiss him. "I love you. You know that?"

He nodded. "Mmhm, I know. I'm simply irresistible."

As the event was approaching, your anxiety began to flare up since this was the first time you would be attending a work event as Jungkook's girlfriend. You only knew Jin, as you briefly met him at the Open Mic Night and throughout Yuna and Namjoon's wedding festivities. There was some comfort in knowing at least one person, but your nerves were getting the best of you.

Jungkook said the event would be a black-tie affair since they were celebrating the launch of their new game. There would also be potential investors for the next game the company needed funds for.

The company went all out for this launch. They even provided him with a limo to pick the two of you up. You heard your door code unlocking, just in time, forty-five-ish minutes before the event began. 

Walking into your bedroom was a dashing, handsome man. Jungkook was sporting a fresh haircut, parted off to the side, showing off his perfect face, decorated with his eyebrow and lip piercing. He donned a dark gray two-piece suit, black dress shirt, and tie, even his waist looked tiny due to the cinched belt. Was there anything this man didn't look good in?

You greeted him with a warm smile as you found his gaze in the mirror. "I just need to put on my shoes. Then I'll be good to go." The dress that was purchased for this event felt risqué in your opinion, even though Hyunie and Yuna told you otherwise. You rarely dressed up like this.

Jungkook came from behind, wrapping his arms around you. "Hello gorgeous," he whispered pressing a kiss into your shoulder.

You leaned away from him, trying to escape from his hold. "Kook--stop. You're gonna mess up my outfit." He groaned before letting you go.

You stood up from your vanity table and took a seat at the edge of your bed, grabbing your strappy heels. Jungkook took a seat next to you, gesturing for you to give him your feet so he could help you. You happily obliged. Putting on heels shouldn't be sensual, but when it was Jungkook strapping them on, it was a different story. Instead of slipping them on right away, he leaned down to kiss your toes.

You giggled and squirmed under his touch. "Didn't know you had a foot fetish."

"I don't...I have a you fetish."

You chuckled, telling him to go on and hurry up or he'll be late for his own party.

He slipped on the right side, carefully buckling the strap, then he moved onto the next, but not before he gently grazed his fingers along the underside of your legs, heading towards your clothed heat. It took everything in you to not make a peep or feel any kind of excitement under his touch. He was just putting on your shoes for fucks sake. You stopped him from going any further.

"You'll have all the time in the world for a me fetish later boyfriend. Now come on, or we'll be late."

He groaned. He knew he should have come to pick you up earlier than scheduled. He finished helping you with your shoes and held your hand, helping you stand up. You did a quick spin for him, and he whistled, liking what he saw. He pulled you in for a kiss, and whispered against your lips, "Can't wait to rip that dress off of you later."

Netmarble went all out for this launch, they spared no expense. There were areas for video game simulators, tables upon tables of bags full of freebies, and a stocked bar. You name it, they had it.

A young man in a white button-up and black slacks approached you and Jungkook as you arrived, "Jungkook-ssi! You're here. Let me take you guys to your table."

Jungkook lightly gripped the young man's arm, grabbing his attention. "Ha-Joon, this is my girlfriend."

"Hello!" he greeted you with a warm smile. "It's so nice to finally meet you. Jungkook-ssi always talks about you."

"He does?" you asked with a surprised tone. "I hope they're good things." 

Ha-Joon laughed. "Of course. He's very much in love with you. Our whole team can see that." He said before turning back around, leading the pair of you throughout the crowd.

As you looked around, you could see a few eyes and whispers between you and Jungkook. One hand in Jungkook's, and with the other, you tugged on his blazer and whispered, "How much do you talk about me?" You didn't think anyone would know who you were, but maybe you were wrong.

Jungkook responded with a grin and raised an eyebrow. Goodness, this man was completely and irrevocably in love with you, huh? You chuckled. "What am I gonna do with you?"

He leaned in, "I have a few ideas." You gently pinched him. "Harder," he teased. And you did until it became uncomfortable. "Yah--yah--okay, okay. Save some of that for later."

When Ha-Joon showed you to your table, you weren't expecting a video game launch party to be so fancy, but here you were. Your name was written in beautiful calligraphy on a place card. It almost felt like you were at a wedding. As you sat down, Ha-Joon pulled Jungkook aside. You guessed he was telling him about tonight's schedule. 

After a few minutes, Jungkook came and took a seat next to you. "So, apparently they invited some popular game influencers to the party, so I gotta go make good with them. Will you be okay if I leave you for a little bit?"

"Yeah...Yeah of course. You go do your thing." You smiled warmly as he pressed a kiss into your temple. You couldn't help but feel proud of your boyfriend as you watched him walk off to mingle amongst the crowd. He's so good at this, you thought to yourself. You wished you had an ounce of his confidence.

You took a look around the room, feeling a little out of place. You straightened your dress, making sure nothing was out of place, then you heard a familiar voice from behind.

"Fancy seeing you here," said the tall broad-shouldered man.

"Hey!" you said with a sigh of relief, thankful to see a familiar face, so you wouldn't look like an outcast in a sea of gamers and businessmen. "Are you sitting with us too?"

"My table's over there but I uh...switched the place cards." He leaned in, covering his mouth, "I hate the people I work with...but shh--don't tell 'em that." Jin joked as he sat down next to you.

You laughed. "My lips are sealed," pretending to zip your mouth.

The both of you let your eyes roam around the noisy room full of people before you turned to Jin. "Hey...thank you for letting Jungkook use your house for our date. We really appreciate it."

Jin laughed. "You guys are more than welcome to use it whenever you need to, as long as you followed the rules I left."

"Us? Breaking your house rules? Never," you teased him. There may have been some touching and a bit of kissing, but nothing more than that.

"Uh huh...sure." Jin nodded, tinkering with his place card.

You always wondered why you didn't hang out with Jin more, especially when Yuna was dating Namjoon and it was only now that your paths were crossing more and more. Jin seemed genuine and down-to-earth, and definitely, the type of guy to tell you like it is, which you appreciated.

"So...how are you and Jungkookie?" he asked, trying to fill in the silence.

"We're...we're doing good." And you weren't lying. Of course, there were a few bumps along the way but it wasn't anything the two of you couldn't handle.

"Good," he said with a smile. "I think this is the happiest he's ever been."

"You think so?"

"Yeah...the guy comes in happy to work. Believe me, no one should come in that happy to work...You're good for him."

You scrunched your nose. "Nah--" you joked of course.

"I'm serious, you are. You both deserve to be happy."

"Thanks, Jin, that means a lot to me." And it did, there were countless times when you questioned everything about your relationship with Jungkook. But hearing Jin's approval helped boost your confidence in making the right choice.

Twenty minutes had gone by and Jungkook was still nowhere to be seen. Jin was trying to lighten the mood with a few jokes he had up his sleeve but he could still see how nervous you were at the party, being out of your element. "Stay here. I'll go get us some drinks. I have a feeling Jungkook will be mingling for a while."

You smiled. "Sure, I'd love one. Thanks, Jin." You watched him walk off to the bar, waving down the bartender. Immediately you reached for your phone to keep yourself busy.

He began tapping the bar counter and looking around as he waited for the drinks. There were two interns behind him talking loudly.

"Can you believe that's Jungkook's girlfriend? She has to be at least thirty," said the young blonde girl. Both girls snickered and took a sip of their champagne glasses.

"I'm going to fucking cry when I turn thirty and who does she think she is wearing that dress? I bet she's just trying to look like she belongs with him. He could do so much better than her," said the brunette.

Jin overheard their conversation and he debated if he should turn around and say something. He tugged at his collared shirt and tie, itching to just let them have a piece of his mind. But he bit his tongue and composed himself for now.

"Look at her. She's pathetic. She has the audacity to date, someone, basically ten years younger than her," the blonde scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Sounds kind of desperate to me," the brunette inserted. "Oh my god. What if she's going through a midlife crisis or something?"

"I mean that would make sense about why she's dating someone that young," the blonde stated, continuing to sip her drink.

The brunette nodded, "She's practically a pedo. Someone call the cops."

The two of them laughed at their stupid joke and that's when Jin had enough. He turned around and walked towards them, giving them his best smile.

"Hi ladies," he said with a dashing smile, looking dapper in his black three-piece suit.

The brunette became shy when she saw him approaching and tucked her hair behind her ear. In her sweetest voice, "Oh–Seokjin-ssi, you look so handsome today." She let out a tiny giggle. Shameless really, the way she was acting in front of Jin.

"That's where you're wrong. I always look handsome, thank you," he curtly replied. "You know what is absolutely foul tonight?" He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

The two of them shook their heads and didn't respond, acting dumb.

He leaned in close to them, almost pretending to let them in on a secret. "Your mouths." He stood with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. "I didn't realize you were an expert on Jungkook's love life and had a say on who he should and shouldn't date."

The blonde and brunette were taken aback by Jin's blunt comment but he couldn't let them get away with acting superior.

You saw Jin looking your way and you flashed him a smile, wondering what he was doing with those two girls - probably flirting.

"You know what she has and you don't?" He asked rhetorically, and the two were still dazed and shook their heads. "She has more class than the two of you ever will. And she's an amazing person and doesn't say stupid shit behind people's backs. You're lucky we're not in the office. If I ever hear you saying anything about Jungkook or his girlfriend, you'll never work in this industry again. You hear me?" He threatened with raised eyebrows.

They nodded, mumbling sorry and bowing before scurrying away. Jin walked back to the bar and grabbed the drinks that were ready. He trekked back to where he left you and placed a drink in your hand.

"You good?" you asked curiously. "You weren't hitting on those girls, were you?"

He waved you off, "Pfft–more like they were hitting on me." He took a sip of his drink.

You chuckled and nodded at the handsome man. You were thankful that you had Jin to hang out with tonight.

During the night, when he wasn't with you, Jungkook was surrounded by a sea of people wanting his attention. They had heard so many wonderful things about him, so you loved seeing others fawn over him, getting all the attention he deserved. You found yourself grinning whenever there was mention of Jungkook. He was easily loved by everyone. It's kind of hard to hate the guy, when he's always willing to help out those around him - cleaning and picking up after others, making small jokes with the ahjumma at his favorite tteokbokki stand, playing with the kids that mistake him as their appa. See? Very hard to dislike him. 

He was finally able to step away since dinner was going to be served soon. He found his seat next to you and pressed a kiss on your cheek. "Hi," he said with relief in his voice. He was all mingled out, his cheeks were starting to hurt from all the smiling and talking.

"Hello, Mr. Popular," you chuckled. You could tell he was embarrassed, being the center of attention.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Stop...I hate it."

"Oh, you love it. You love being praised."

He had one arm on the back of your chair and the other leaning on the table, inching towards you. "Only in the bedroom." He smirked. He couldn't wait to leave the party and get out of the stuffy suit he was wearing. But the launch barely began, there were still more smiles and networking to do on his part. He hated it, besides, it was part of the job.

Throughout dinner, there were speeches upon speeches until the lead of Jungkook's department stood up and announced that he was getting an award. Jungkook's eyes widened with surprise, not knowing he'd be given anything tonight. He was given the 'Rising Star' Award and he was asked to make a quick speech while accepting. You could tell he wasn't prepared at all, but if anyone could come up with something on a whim, it was Jungkook.

He nervously scratched the back of his neck while looking out at the audience. He let out an awkward chuckle as he began thinking about where to even begin.

"Ahem...I'm sorry I don't have anything prepared. I wasn't expecting to receive anything tonight, but um, I just want to say thank you to my team leader, who continues to put his trust in me. And uh, thank you to the rest of our team who worked tirelessly to get this game ready for today's launch. I owe you all my life." The crowd gave a light laugh at his words, then his eyes darted around the room until he landed on you. "And lastly, I want to thank my beautiful girlfriend who's here with me tonight." He pointed at you, making everyone turn to take a good look. You smiled and waved shyly. He continued on, "Baby, thank you for always pushing me and supporting me in everything I do. I wouldn't be here without you. I love you." He bowed politely and gave another word of thanks before he took his award, and came back down to sit next to you, giving you another kiss.

The night was finally coming to an end. You didn't realize how wiped you were until the limo pulled up but overall it was an enjoyable night, getting to see Jungkook and his world.

"I'm pretty sure I'll like video game launch parties." You laughed holding up your huge bag of freebies. "I mean look at all this stuff."

Jungkook chuckled, "Is that the only reason why you're here? For the free stuff?"

You scoffed, "Well, obviously. It's free." He pinched your waist, making you yelp. "And--and to see my hot, sexy, boyfriend be the talk of the town."

"Ugh, don't remind me," he said, opening the limo door, and the two of you went in. "It's so embarrassing."

"What? No--I loved seeing everyone go all heart-eyes for you. To be honest, I was a little jealous," you said, setting the large bag down on the floor mat.

"Oh...you? Jealous? Tell me more," he urged, sliding closer to you, pulling you into him, then lifting your legs onto him. He began caressing your thighs, and nuzzled his head into your neck, peppering kisses wherever he could.

"For an industry that's mostly made up of men, way too many women were surrounding themselves around you," you said breathily, trying to keep your cool from all his kisses.

"Mmhm...keep going," he implored, now his hands beginning to freely roam your body. First, your breasts, then your ass.

You closed your eyes. He was barely touching you and you were soaking wet already. "I think I even saw someone lingering a handshake with you a minute too long. But what she doesn't know is that those hands are mine," you proclaimed while taking his hand in yours. "These fingers...are mine." Smiling as you pressed his fingers against your lips, then shamelessly taking his index and middle finger into your mouth, pulling them in and out. And he watched with fascination, your lips surrounding his fingers. He couldn't wait for them to be on his cock instead.

You grinned, pulling his fingers away, then hiked up your dress, bringing his fingers towards your clothed heat, already soaked and ready to go. Jungkook visibly gulped. He loves when you're confident and unashamed. Leaning in, you kissed him fervently. You couldn't wait for the driver to hurry up and get the two of you home. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer than he already was.

"Someone's horny," Jungkook said, breaking the kiss.

"You have no idea," you replied as you made your way to straddle him. Thank god for this limo, there was no way you could do this in a smaller car.

"You gotta keep quiet though. Don't want to be called into the boss' office on Monday morning asking why I was fucking my girlfriend in the company limo."

A giggle left your lips. "Jeon Jungkook, Rising Star, scared of getting caught?"

"I quite like my job, you know..."

"'Kay, then I'll just moan and whimper into your ear."

He grinned. "Perfect."

After a night of wanton sex-capades throughout the apartment, the two of you were spent. Jungkook was laid out on his stomach, mouth agape, with little snores leaving him. You found yourself gazing at him, gently caressing the little scar on his cheek.

See, it's easy when it's just you and Jungkook, but when it's the two of you against the world, it's a different story. If you two were the last two people on earth, you'd probably just fuck each other into oblivion, and probably have tons of babies. But that was the issue, you weren't the only two people on earth, and you probably cared way too much about what other people thought about you. And in the end, what would be the thing that mattered the most? What Jungkook thought about you or what other people thought? It was probably time to stop worrying about other people's perceptions of your relationship with Jungkook and begin to focus on the man who was undoubtedly and hopelessly in love with you.

✨ next ~ drabble: girl's night

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EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanon pt 14

Sparrow

He's an obnoxious rockstar with a bad boy streak.

Unlike the other students at Ever After High School, Sparrow lives by himself in a treehouse in the Enchanted Forest.

My headcanon is that during Freedom Year (Freshmen Year) Sparrow annoyed his roommate and the entire boys and girls dorm so much Headmaster Grimm got many complaints about Sparrow. I can see Sparrow complaining to his mom about not having any space and the roommate problem, so before the last day of school Maid Marian and Sparrow had a talk with Headmaster Grimm. Maid Marian suggested that Sparrow should have his own dorm room for Legacy Year, only from Headmaster Grimm to counter that Sparrow rooming alone won't stop the noise problem. As Maid Marian and Headmaster Grimm discuss Sparrow's arrangement, Sparrow stares out of a window to see the Enchanted Forest and gets an idea- he can live in the Enchanted Forest during the school year. Headmaster Grimm was reluctant to allow a student to live off-campus until they made a deal that Sparrow had to arrive on campus every day before breakfast.

It was actually stated in 'Truth or Hair' that:

Like the other Ever After High students, Sparrow Hood had a dormitory room on campus, but he mostly hung out in his special tree house, on the outskirts of campus. Sometimes he even crashed there. Holly guessed that the headmaster had approved this living arrangement because it fit with Sparrow’s destiny to be an outsider, living in the woods, just as it fit with her destiny to sleep in a tower. Most everyone was happy that Sparrow spent a lot of time out there. If he’d been in the dorm, his late-night practice sessions would have kept most of the students awake.

Despite being the son of two heroic figures (yes, Maid Marian is heroic) Sparrow has more of a - I don't want to say villainous- more of an annoying conman. Sparrow would rather be a musician than a hero, the only thing he has in common with his father is that they are thieves.

The only time we get to see Sparrow's treehouse is in 'True Hearts Day Part 3', and we get a good description of the treehouse in 'Next Top Villian' & 'Truth or Hair'.

In the books Sparrow’s treehouse is described as:

And there it was, a tree house like no other she’d seen, perched at the tops of two massive fir trees. It had been built from a hodgepodge of materials—old doors and window frames, leftover siding from barns and cabins. There was even a hull from an old boat. Duchess began to climb the wooden staircase that wound around and around one of the trunks. Sparrow didn’t live in the dormitory with the other boy students. He’d claimed this space as his own. He was an outsider who didn’t seem to care about fitting in. A bow and a quiver of arrows hung from a hook at the entry.

Sparrow was standing on a small stage, a microphone perched on a stand. His guitar was plugged into an amp.

The decor was what some might call rocker. She would never want to live in such a mess. The beanbag chairs were patched and faded, and the old couch leaked stuffing. Soda cans and latte cups lay everywhere, as did a thick coat of dust. Sparrow desperately needed an army of cleaning fairies.

The interior wasn’t as delightful, and was badly in need of a professional decorator. A faded rug covered some of the patchwork floor. The furniture consisted of beanbag chairs, an old stained couch, and a bunch of mismatched pillows. A stage had been set up in the back half of the room, with all the Merry Men’s equipment. Soda cans and chips bags littered almost every surface.

From the descriptions Sparrow is a messy person (bet he gives the Wonderlanders' rooms a run for their money).

In the books Sparrow has a kitchen in the treehouse to feed himself and his bandmates. He would also have a bathroom with a toilet and shower, and for some weird reason it's covered in bathroom graffiti that he and his bandmates did for the rocker look.

Sparrow said that students can download his songs so he must have an audio studio to produce his music.

Sparrow has a huge collection of guitars and bows and arrows on one of his walls.

Sparrow's Merry Men not only practice in his treehouse, but sometimes crash there during late night sessions.

I believe like Holly & Poppy's dorm, Sparrow's treehouse is divided in two: the bottom half is where he practices and chills with friends and upstairs is his sleeping quarters.

I can see his bedroom just as littered as his downstairs section. With a mattress in the middle of the floor or a hammock, posters all over the walls & ceiling, and a special case for his guitar.

There was an artist on Tumblr who was a huge Duchess/Sparrow shipper and actual drew Sparrow's tree house. Sadly, they left Tumblr and after looking through multiple EAH accounts I can't find it. If someone knows where to find it, please send me a link.

Images from EAHWIKI & ROYALREBELWIKI

#my art #ever after high #ever after rebel #sparrow hood #dorm room #everafterhigh #eah

[dirtytransmasc]

I've been thinking about like how spider was born sometime before everyone died and if quaritch got to hold.him at least once or visited him or how much he got to know about him through like photos and data on the tablet thingy at the moment cuz we know that he cared thanks to his actor bc he showed the knife quaritch Made for spider😭😭😭😭😭😭god help me

I think because of the whole "you shouldn't get pregnant on pandora" thing, he would have to sneak to see his son, as he as the father and superior would face major consequences that would most likely also be subjected to paz, and he didn't want that for her. as a by product of that, he only saw spider when he was either sleeping or for a very short time while he was awake and even then he only saw him a few times. he holds him gently, as to not wake him, and looks at the little thing he made, it was his spawn, and yet it looks so... small and innocent and perfect and good, so good. he looks like his mother, beautiful and full of life and fire.

I do think he went to see him one last time before the battle. Maybe he knew what was coming, and had a gut instinct that this was the last time he would see his boy, so he sneaks into the nursery during the day and sees his chubby little guy (he had been a few months by then, just old enough to start playing). despite only seeing him a few times, spider was excited to see his father holding his arms out to be held, smiling at him as if he wasn't a war-hardened colonist that works for a company that makes a living off of bleeding innocent people dry. he scoops up the little thing, taking him all in; his chubby cheeks, his big brown eyes, his curly wisps of blonde hair. he loves him so much, and he wishes that he could have more of a relationship with the boy, more than watching from a distance. before he has to make a run for it, as to not be caught, he hugs his son, kissing his forehead gently, before putting him back down and distracting him with little toy models of a scorpion and an amp suit (start'em young is the RDA's moto with these little pups that keep popping up)

he had photos of his son in his pocket when he died.

#I'm not crying #you are #spider socorro #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #miles quaritch #quaritch #I like to imagine he tried to be a good dad #just so I have something comforting to think about #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water

[emmymaehereeeeee]

ahh hi lovely!! what about a cute lil dad!austin moment? reader and their kid making breakfast together for austin on his birthday?? just like some super cute fluffy breakfast making madness w a toddler! (i kno it’s a bit past his bday but shhhh pretend it’s his bday stay)

Jonah pushed the stool over to the counter, climbing up the little stool to peer over into the mixing bowl. “Mama, what making?” Jonah pointed into the bowl containing the pancake mix.

“Well, Jo, we’re going to make daddy a very special breakfast!” You amped up your enthusiasm for the toddler. “Do you know why?” “Why mama?” The young boy stared back at you, his eyes resembling his father’s. “Well, it’s daddy’s birthday!” You grabbed the whisk and handed it to him, “You wanna mix?” Jonah nodded happily and stuck the whisk into the bowl. You smiled at the little boy, moving over to the eggs, pulling the carton out of the fridge you glanced back over at Jonah. You set the eggs on the counter and pull the bowl over from Jonah, “Looking good bud!” You grabbed a ladle and scooped the batter out onto the griddle. You moved Jonah away from the griddle and onto the floor. The toddler was quick to express his distaste for the change, you began to crack the eggs and gave him some shells. “Hey Jo, you wanna be mommy’s big helper and run to the trash can and throw this away? I bet you can do it in like three seconds!” Jonah smiled grabbing the shells and running towards the bin. “Wow, making our son do your dirty work?” You spun around to meet Austin. His eyes looked tired and by the way he rubbed his face you could tell he had just woken up. He made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“What? No!” You replied, Jonah running back over to you with his hands cupped awaiting the next shell. “He literally is waiting!” Austin said, he let out a chuckle that resounded throughout his chest. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck placing small kisses. “Daddy.” Jonah tugged on Austin’s pant leg. Austin directed his gaze down to the little boy, “Yes, Jonah?”

“ ‘ appy ‘irthday! “ he said, reaching his arms for his father. Austin smiled and picked him up, taking him back over to you.

“Happy birthday, my love.” You pressed a kiss to his lips and smiled. “No mama! Nasty!” Jonah pushed you away. “Ah, is mama being nasty? Is she kissing daddy?” Austin asked tickling the young boy. You laughed at the toddler’s comment, you finished mixing the eggs and dumped them into the pan. The time was filled with Jonah’s babbles and Austin pretending to understand what he was saying, you grabbed the plates and handed them to Jonah. “Would you like to set the table, Jonah?” Jonah nodded and grabbed the plates setting them onto the table.

Austin took this brief moment and wrapped you up in his arms, “Thank you, for all for this.” He pressed a series of kisses to your face before settling onto your lips.

“Happy birthday, Austin.” You mumbled.

“ ‘APPY BIRTHDAY!” Jonah squealed.

#emmy mae talks #emmymaewrites💜 #austin butler #austin butler smut #elvis #elvis 2022 #elvis movie #elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #austin!elvis x reader #ask box #austin butler x reader #austin butler elvis #austin butler one shot #austin butler imagine #elvis biopic #austin butler drabble