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cinnasalmon · 9 hours

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→ Zevlor SFW Alphabet

Various SFW relationship (mostly romantic, but some platonic too) headcanons, one letter at a time! Very long. Sorry not sorry. I have a lot of thoughts

NSFW Alphabet coming soon !

→ A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Doting to the mf MAXIMUM. It's almost sickening. He's not super into PDA, but he will always have a hand on the small of his partner's back and be the first to open doors so he can hold it open for them. This has a risk of other couples in public to start arguing because “how come you're not like that with me?”

For real though he is so affectionate, and it's always the little things, too. Like if he's on his way back from the temple and a food cart is offering a free sample of something, he asks for another to bring to his sweetheart.

→ B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Mom/Dad/Parent friend. Overly responsible, always offering to help, and it's one thing when someone comes at him sideways—he can take the heat (begrudgingly)—but it's an entirely different thing when it's one of his buds. He has an extremely small friend circle, and he considers them family.

Friendship progression is slow and really only happens if he sees them regularly: a regular at the temple or they work together there, they're his neighbors, etc. He's got trust issues out the wazoo, though (thanks Avernus/Elturel). So be very, very patient.

→ C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

YES goodness gracious yes. He loves cuddling, or any kind of physical touch. Big spoon, little spoon, it does not matter to him so long as he's in physical contact with his partner.

Though, he prefers as much of his body flushed against theirs (the more skin-on-skin contact, the better); we're talking arms holding each other, legs tangled, heads buried in the other's, etc. If his partner is also a tiefling, their tails will be intertwined as much as possible. If his partner is a non-tiefling, his tail will be coiled around one of their legs.

→ D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He's been wanting to settle down for decades. But, a Hellrider is for life. His career was always to be his priority: even if he had a family at home, even if his own life was in danger.

But the moment he can finally settle down, soldiering days behind him, you can bet he'll be pitching in happily to the household chores. He may not be the greatest cook, but he'll tease he can chop the hell out of a vegetable.

→ E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Oh this is a nightmare scenario for him. He'll exhaust every possible option of salvaging the relationship before resorting to this. Once he commits to his partner, he doesn't let go easily. But if it comes down to it, he'll plan it out and whip out the ‘ol “We need to talk.”

From being a commander in the past, he's not afraid of confrontation, but he'll still be gritting his teeth as he bites the bullet to end it.

→ F = Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As stated above, once he commits to his partner, he's locked in; he dates with marriage as the end goal. Whether he's been married before or not, at his age now, this is it. So, he'll take his time before deciding to pop the question. Buuut he doesn't wait forever, though. He's a classic romantic, so no games or leading someone on. If his partner reciprocates with the same enthusiasm? Well he'll be down on one knee in no time.

→ G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Paladins who swear to an oath of devotion follow a set of tenants, one of these is to aid others, protect the weak, and punish those who prey upon them (labeled under Compassion). A sturdy and strong hand to slay enemies should also be capable of being soothing and with great care to those the paladin is sworn to defend. Zevlor is no exception to this. Even if his oath is broken, it's still in his nature to be like this.

As far as emotions? Much as he may try to appear stoic and calm, he wears his emotion on his face. And despite having the flames of Hell sat on onyx for eyeballs, they show a lot. I personally love the headcanon that the flames will brighten or dim depending on his emotions and I will stand by that proudly.

→ H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

As stated before, physical touch is something this man wants at nearly all times. So it's no surprise he gives great hugs. They're so gentle and calming, and even if the person he's hugging is taller or bigger than him, they'll feel enveloped by his touch. And being a tiefling, his body temperature runs higher, so his hugs are nice and toasty.

He'll embrace his partner often, and he particularly loves hugs from behind (both giving and receiving). People hug from the front all the time, so coming up from the rear is quite a bit more intimate. He craves closeness in every sense of the word.

→ I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He'll want to say it much sooner than he finally does. This is sooo cheesy, but he'll be staring at the side or back of his partner, feeling that wave of nerves, butterflies in his stomach, and the swells in his chest, but those short little words are caught at the top of his throat. His partner will notice him and curiously ask, “What are you looking at?” and he will say, “Sorry, I… was drifting in thought,” until one day his partner will once again curiously ask with an accompanied chuckle, “What are you looking at?” to which he will blurt out “I love you.”

→ J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

This man will n e v e r admit he's jealous. But boy does it show. His words are short, blunt. He won't look his partner in the eye. They'll have to coax it out of him. Simply asking “Wait, are you jealous?” will not work. In fact, it will likely send him further into painfully obvious denial.

Since his oath and faith were broken and lost, his ego is um… quite fragile, moreso when it comes to things in his life he believes he doesn't deserve. Like his partner. Especially his partner.

→ K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are so sweet your blood sugar levels will skyrocket.

So, so gentle and loving. He can certainly be rough when the time calls for it, but overall he's slow and even methodical a bit; he kisses like each one could be his last.

In public, he'll give a peck here and there, but at home? Showers his partner in kisses. Everywhere. It's one of the easiest and simplest ways to show how much he truly adores them.

He doesn't really have a preference where he likes to be kissed, but he blushes a bit and feels soft and mushy when it's anywhere on his face (especially cheeks, temples, and forehead) or any of his infernal features on his body. If his partner kisses the back of his hand, he'll freeze for a moment, then the bashfulness comes out.

→ L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He loves kids! I'd like to think that if asked what he would be if not a Hellrider, he would answer a schoolteacher (shout out to Early Access). He sees children as limitless potential with an insatiable curiosity; they are the future. And of course, he's always wanted children of his own, and perhaps a part of him still wants to try…!

→ M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Slow and easy. Decades of being a Hellrider waking up before dawn to report for duty? He is over it. Now he can finally take his time and savor the mornings.

If he's up before his partner and isn't helping out at the temple that day, he'll stick around and read a book until he hears them stirring awake. Once they're awake, it doesn't take much coaxing to get him back in bed.

If both end up sleeping in, they're not leaving that bed for at least an hour after they wake up. Just cuddling and chatting, enjoying each other's company. Afterwards, they always make breakfast together.

→ N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Evenings are typically relaxing. After dinner, he'll read or write a bit (he loves his poetry), have a glass of wine or two with his partner, or any other similar winding-down type of activity.

He has insomnia and frequent nightmares, and no matter how many nights his partner will be adamant to stay up with him, the warmth radiating from his body as well as the soothing baritones of his voice guarantee that will never happen.

→ O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He harbors a lot of secrets and stress within him. He's very wise, but oftentimes wisdom is formed from hardship. He's reluctant to share much aside from surface-level tidbits until the relationship matures and he feels safe and secure enough to let his guard down. Even then, he's definitely someone who will still reveal things about himself years into a relationship or friendship.

→ P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has a temper for sure, especially if a soft spot was hit. That being said, he's also quick to calm himself. Being a leader—a leader in the military, at that—he cannot let himself get caught up in the heat of the moment; he has to catch himself before it gets to that point, even if his anger is justified (see: the confrontation with Aradin).

→ Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's got a pretty good memory, but when it comes to his relationship? Almost nothing will need to be repeated to him. Hell, he'll write it down on scrap paper and tuck it in one of his journals if he has to.

If his partner works at a busy place in the city, he'll remember every co-worker his partner complains or raves about. Our man stays on top of the work drama: “Had a long day, darling? Was it that Galawyn again?”

→ R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

I think Zevlor's favorite moments in a relationship would be the little moments. Hearing his partner's fits of laughter, how peaceful they look asleep next to him, the way their eyes light up when they see a poster that their favorite traveling bard will be performing in town soon.

And of course, it goes without saying his all-time favorite moment would be the classics: the wedding day and/or the birth of their child!

→ S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

HAh this man is a guard dog. Even before they become a part of his oath, he's adamant to protect his person, his one and only. During the budding/honeymoon stage of the relationship this will be extremely obvious. Lots of, “Dear, please be careful with that,” or “Would you like me to accompany you?” As if they didn't personally kill the Chosen of the Dead Three along with a Netherbrain.

But for Zevlor to be the protected one? On the outside, he'll insist he's fine and that he can hold his own just fine, he's a grown man, etc. And he is right. But on the inside, he'll be so relieved to be tended to. So relieved, in fact, that he actually feels a bit guilty (but that's a whole other can of worms).

→ T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Oh he'll remember. He keeps track. Never will need to be reminded of something. He's someone who has that uncanny ability to bring his partner a random gift and they'll respond “How did you know I wanted this?!” and the bastard will shrug and smirk. He knows. He just knows.

→ U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His biggest one is he will easily and nearly automatically put himself down at every opportunity. Early in the relationship it's to the point he doesn't even realize he's doing it until it's pointed out. He's always had this mindset to a degree, but even still, he was a much different person in Elturel as a Commander vs. now. The trauma from Avernus combined with the aftermath of being blamed for it (and then subsequently exiled), as well as the events of the Shadow Lands, all did a number on his psyche.

I'm also not gonna lie—he can be a little codependent, especially if the relationship is new. It's easy to fall down that slippery slope when you want to serve others, especially loved ones. He may occasionally have to be reminded he can be “selfish” and accept the fact his partner can do things for him that he doesn't need to reciprocate!

→ V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not terribly concerned. Well, not terribly concerned unless his partner is young and/or considered attractive by others (though he will always believe they are the hottest in all the land), then he'll feel very self-conscious and in need of some validation and reassurance.

He does like to maintain good hygiene and prefers to wear simple, clean, and comfortable clothes.

→ W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He's a sappy romantic at his core, so once he finds his person, he will absolutely say they complete him.

While he had his comrades in the cavalry, all who were extremely close-knit and loyal to one another, they couldn't fill all his wants and needs. When they were able to take some leave, many of them had spouses and children waiting for them to come back home, and Zevlor had always lamented that.

→ X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

We got a nail biter over here! I recently saw this front-view of an idle animation as he stood over the map of Elturgard, and while it very well could be a generic idle animation not specific to him, imo, the shoe fits perfectly I'm afraid.

He holds his hand over his mouth somewhat nervously, and you could say he's just pondering but I don't care! He's biting his nails okay!!!

→ Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In a partner: if they're non-committal. No guessing games, wishy-washy, flaky nonsense. However, he is willing to wait if they want to take it slow and work through some stuff (and he'll be happy to assist them in any way he can). He just doesn't want to be with someone who treats him as a backup or if he feels like they're just settling for him.

In general: I have 0 evidence for this but I think he doesn't like tight spaces. Claustrophobia, if you will. Perhaps it's a lack of an easy escape or is limited in his movements, but he haaaates it. Even being in a crowd makes him uneasy.

→ Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

After canon events, he takes naps frequently. All that stress and his nervous system stuck in survival mode for the past several months will catch up to him, and to try and recover, he'll feel sleepy a lot. Known to begin to drift to sleep while embracing his partner, even while standing (he will deny this if confronted).

He also snores. Not loudly by any means, but it's a dead giveaway that he actually made it into a nice, deep sleep, as he's normally a light sleeper and has some gnarly insomnia sometimes. Almost always falls asleep after his partner and wakes up before them in the morning.

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If you made it this far congrats! Also I encourage you to fill out this alphabet too, for Zevlor or whoever!

#zevlor #bg3 zevlor #headcanons #>completes a sfw alphabet #>uses gif where he's covered in blood #>leave me alone ok #the questions are not color-coded in any way i just needed something to break up the otherwise gigantic wall of singular-colored text lmao

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mickeym4ndy · 2 days

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ooooooh my god, would love to hear more about this milkovich sibling reunion fic idea! i always hoped they'd find their way back together.

Hi💗 Aw thank you! It’s something I’ve only thought of recently but I love the Milkovich fam too and would love if they got closer post canon, especially now that Terry’s dead.

This fic idea is kind of sad and intense ngl, but it would have a happy ending! (This ended up being sooo long I’m sorry, didn’t realize how much I’d actually thought about it lol).

I have the idea that it starts with Colin coming to Mickey asking for a job at the security company (he’s heard Sandy’s working there) because he found out his girlfriend is pregnant.

He had been living the Milkovich life (robberies, scams, dealing etc.) up until that point but a bunch of his “colleagues” (or I guess other family members) recently got caught for a big job they had going and are looking at 10+ years in prison.

Colin wasn’t there so he wasn’t caught, but he had been involved and realises how close he was to having to watch his kid grow up from behind prison glass so he’s had a bit of a wake up call.

Mickey agrees to take him on on a trial basis because he is family at the end of the day, but warns him that he needs to stay on the straight and narrow or he’s out.

And there are some growing pains in the beginning but he’s trying.

Mickey & Colin end up hanging out through work and they both sort of remember how much they like hanging out with each other.

Eventually Colin reveals to Mickey that he hasn’t seen Iggy much since he started at the company because Iggy’s got a pretty bad drug problem. Mickey goes to see him at the old house and really sees how bad it’s gotten.

Mickey feels guilty for letting his brother get that bad even though it wasn’t his fault.

They start trying to help Iggy get clean but Iggy’s not really interested because he thinks this is all that’s meant for him.

Ian & Mickey (mainly Ian) talk to Mandy a lot but Mickey doesn’t tell Mandy at first because she’s doing well and he doesn’t want to drag her down.

But then Iggy OD’s and nearly dies and Ian calls her and tells her because he knows she’d want to know. She shows up at the hospital then after she finds out.

Mickey, Colin, and Mandy convince Iggy to go to rehab. Mickey says he’ll pay for it too (because the company is doing well) and all 4 of them drive up to the rehab together to drop Iggy off, and they realize it’s the first time they’ve all been together in years. And it’s the first time they’re all together without Terry alive. It’s weird and hard for all of them. But also kind of nice in a weird way, because there’s elements of themselves that nobody understands but each other.

I think maybe even family therapy would be an element of Iggy’s rehab and NONE of them want to do it because talking and therapy are NOT Milkovich things, but they all want Iggy to get better, so they do it for him. They don’t say much in the first few sessions and it ends up being very difficult and rough, and eventually a lot of shit is revealed and confessed over time and it’s really, really hard. (Not really sure of the exact details of all that tbh, but I don’t think the boys know about what Terry did to Mandy and I don’t think anyone knows about what actually happened to Mickey and Svetlana).

But having to talk about it all does end up being good for them in the long run.

Anyway, it would be a long road and being around each other would bring up feelings that all of them had kept buried for so long, and it would be difficult and they’d all struggle in their own way. (I’ve read a bunch of fics where Mickey gets nightmares and panic attacks and I think that’s pretty accurate). (I think Colin having a kid would make him really realize how awful Terry was to him too). But at the same time, they realize they are actually happy to be together again.

And it would also be the first step on a healing journey for all of them. Both individually but also as a unit because they’re finally able to have a relationship with each other outside of Terry.

Mandy tells Mickey that she’s been seeing a therapist about everything for a while now, and tells him that he really should try it himself because it’s been really helpful. Eventually, after a particularly rough night, he agrees to see someone. (Ian is thrilled because he’s been trying to get Mickey to talk to someone for so long).

Mickey & Mandy also just start talking more in general, especially about their mom.

Iggy gets out of rehab they all help out and try to keep him clean and they all just end up hanging out and talking more, and try to heal together.

There would be a lot of Mickey trying to get Iggy to understand that they’re all better than Terry and that they don’t have to follow in his footsteps just because he’s their father, and that futures aren’t already decided for them just because they had rough pasts. They’re not actually “fucked for life.” (which I think would be interesting because I think it’s something that he still struggles to believe himself).

Eventually Iggy starts to believe him and see a future for himself.

Colin is terrified of becoming a dad because he’s so scared he’ll be like Terry, and it’s actually Iggy that convinces him that he could never be.

They all meet Colin’s gf and she’s great, and her & Ian become fast friends. Family BBQ’s and stuff start happening.

Not really sure of the exact details from there, more stuff would happen but idk exactly what (feel like Colin’s kids birth would be v dramatic and they’d all be at the hospital for it lol). But yea the idea is that even though the circumstances are tough, they grow back together and try to heal over time and actually get the chance to be a family again🩵

#thank you for asking!#asks #mickey milkovich #mandy milkovich #iggy milkovich #colin milkovich #Milkovich family #Ian Gallagher #gallavich #fanfic #shameless fanfic #shameless #i know it’s kind of an intense storyline but I feel like them becoming close again would involve some tough stuff maybe

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rvb-canon-grimmons · 18 hours

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RVB RESTORATION THOUGHTS!!!!

LONG POST IM SO SORRY I HAD A LOT OF FEELINGS

(Im so sorry this got so long, but i got emotional while writing it so please bear with me, read this like its the morning paper while u eat breakfast or something i have alot to say)

Before I go into the things I didn't like I do want to focus on some positives.

-Like I said in an earlier post, Geoff's acting…he absolutely killed it, and maybe this is because I'm a little bit Geoff/Grif biased but he was giving so much emotion and everyone else felt a little bit flat. Also only he could have delivered the "Come with me" line with so much Homoeroticism -I Had a pretty fun time watching the fight in the second half, The references to Monty we're sweet and getting to see Tex and Carolina fight together was pretty epic! -A good handful of jokes got me good. "23rd in my class" Shelia translating Caboose's Spanish to Lopez

Ok……. the next bit of this will get a little bit negative, but I do want to say this is coming from a place of deep love and care for this series. I have run this blog for like 6/7 years now and I've been a fan of this show for double that. My biggest fear is that fans get the same treatment we did when no one liked RVBZero. I have criticisms. This is a 21 year old series that so many people have had a part in and so many have loved. I was not looking for perfection, I wasn't even looking for something good. I was looking for an ending to the stories of characters people have held in their hearts for 21 years. Unfortunately, what I feel we were left with was a hastily thrown together hour of basically nothing.

-Why weren't they friends…..Why weren't they friends…No one cared for the others. I understand that we have semi warped perceptions of the characters from fanon works and things of that nature. But even in canon, the reds and blue care about each other. On their own team and the other team. Simmons, Grif, Tucker, and Caboose spent MONTHS together in chorus and same for Donut/Sarge/Wash. I've recently rewatched blood gulch and Caboose and Sarge have a great dynamic! Tucker and Grif canonically get along pretty well. Simmons was ON BLUE TEAM for like a hot minute there. THEY KNOW EACH OTHER AND CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER. This was zero percent present in this film. No one had any motivation to look for Tucker. No one cared that it was Tuckers body inside the suit. THE REDS LEFT CABOOSE FOR DEAD!!!!!! THEY JUST LEFT HIM!!!!

-Tucker, I'm so sorry baby girl, this was supposed to be your arc, your moment. You were hardly in it. No build up to how he became the Meta. The scene where he breaks out of it to not kill caboose was the best part of the arc. And he just wakes up and remembers it "like someone elses Nightmare??" ok sure

-Wash………………WHAT THE FUCK???? WHAT THE FUCK???????????????? WHAT THE FUCK??????? WHAT THE FUCK???? TO RUIN THIS MANS ENTIRE CHARACTER ARC BY MAKING HIM COMPLETELY OBSOLETE. PUTTING HIM IN SOME RANDOM HOSPITAL FOR AN UNKNOWN INJURY THAT HAPPENS OFF SCREEN AND ISN'T EXPLAINED. HAVE HIM HALUCINATING DOC FOR SOME FUCKING REASON. HAVE HIM SHOW UP TO THE FINAL BATTLE AND DO ABSOLUTLEY NOTHING BUT JUMP OFF A FUCKING CLIFF AND NOT SAY A WORD TO ANY OF THE RED AND BLUES I AM LIERALLY ABOUT TO FUCKING CRY TYPING THIS I AM LITERALLY SO FUCKING PISSED OFF. AGENT WASHINGTON, THE CHARACTER THAT WAS SO HAPPY IN THE SEASON RIGHT BEFORE CHORUS JUST TO BE ON BLUE TEAM AND HAVE A FUCKING FAMILY AGAIN. JUST SIDELINE HIM FOR NO FUCKING REASON AND THEN NOT LET HIM SPEAK TO ANY OF HIS FRIENDS EXCEPT CAROLINA AND DEAD DOC. AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE FACT THAT TUCKER BEING THE META WAS LITERALLY A PLOT POINT CATERED TO HAVE WASH BE INVOLVED. THIS IS LIKE AGENT WASHINGTON ANGST BAIT 101. YES IM A TUCKINGTON SHIPPER BUT PUT ALL SHIPPING ASIDE, THEY WERE STILL FRIENDS, THEY WERE FRIENDS THEY WERE FRIENDS.

Grimmons. I am disappointed. But really not surprised. Honestly for everything I disliked I thought Grimmons was handled ok… at this point im like….. they couldn't even throw us a bone. company was dying, final season airing, and they couldn't even throw us a solid Grimmons queerbait joke. Its whatever….I don't wanna get too upset about shipping because at the end of the day, ships becoming canon isn't what shipping is all about (says Tumblr user "RVB-Canon-Grimmons) you get what im saying.

-Donut…..where was he…..Fucking Homophobic honestly

-DOC IS DEAD?????????????????????????????? FUCKING WHY???

-Sarge's death was fine, I'm not upset by it I just didn't feel like it was emotionally satisfying. Especially after the shock of them leaving Caboose and the much better scene of tucker fighting the meta's control over him to not hurt caboose.

-PEOPLE CALLED U SIR ALL THROUGHOUT CHORUS SIMMONS WHAT THE FUCK??????????? WHY IS SIMMONS PROMOTED AND INCHARGE OF NO ONE???? WHY DID GRIF LEAVE HIM???

Im sorry………..this is so long………just remeber this is only my opinions and if u don't agree thats totally ok!!!!! I am just a critical bitch….

#rvb #grimmons #rooster teeth #red vs blue #rvb grimmons #rvb restoration #agent washington #tuckington #rvb restoration spoilers

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yannig · 2 days

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One of us has to make it

Okay so @kimkhimhant

I said I had Neil thoughts to share so here is the one I can’t get out of my head right now.

When Neil decides to stay, his reasoning is “One of us has to make it”. Kevin and him can’t both loose to the mafia, and if someone wins it’s clearly not gonna be Neil, so it might as well be Kevin, and he can’t leave until he knows Kevin will be okay.

"One of us has to make it, Mom." It wasn't going to be Neil. It was obvious he was too stupid to survive without his mother if he let himself get into messes like this. But maybe Kevin could do it. Maybe he'd get through this somehow, riding his talent and Andrew's psychotic obsession and Wymack's fierce protection. Maybe he'd get through this season on the Foxes' roster and be safe. He'd recover and he'd be free. Neil couldn't leave until he knew Kevin would be okay. He didn't want to find out from half the world away.

So Neil decides to stay, decides that making sure Kevin gets out is worth putting himself at risk of being found by the mafia he’s been fleeing for the last 8 years. Because one of them has to make it.

And I think that this logic is actually what fuels a lot of the characters in Aftg, and helps understand a lot of what happens afterwards.

A number of characters are trying to protect everyone else from their own worst nightmare.

Because someone has to make it, and if it won’t be themselves, might as well save someone else.

They all have this one thing that almost killed them, either because they couldn’t protect themselves from it, or because they couldn’t have it.

Neil's thing here is of course the mafia, and protecting others from it even though he was running from them for 8 years is what is going to fuel him later, when he agree to go to the Nest to protect Andrew, and when he follows his father’s men in Baltimore to protect the Foxes.

Andrew is pretty much the same, except his thing is bodily autonomy. He might not be able to protect himself against his rapists or abusers, past or present, but nobody will touch anyone under his care. That’s him killing Tilda for Aaron, his deals with everyone (Neil, Kevin, Aaron), protecting Nicky at the bar, getting himself in juvie so Drake won’t get anywhere near Aaron.

Kevin is a bit more complicated because his worst nightmare is loosing his reason to live (aka Exy), so he’s trying to give other people a reason to live. That’s his deal with Andrew (finding him a reason to live), and that’s why he picks Neil in the first place, because he sees him and understand that Exy is the only thing he has left (“You play like you have everything to lose.”)

Nicky’s thing is family, both as the thing he couldn’t protect himself from (his family hating him) and the thing he couldn’t have (a loving family). So he’s both trying to protect Andrew and Aaron from his own shitty family, and trying to give them a good one. That’s why he flies back from Germany when Tilda dies, and that’s why he stays when the twins get into Uni (they are 18 now, they’re independent, he could leave, except Andrew negotiates a scholarship for him, and he couldn’t be asking Nicky to stay any louder), because they might not need protection anymore but they still need love.

I’m not too sure what to make of Aaron. He might be about solitude/abandonment issues, since his deal his to stay at Andrew’s side. Also everything about his mother, from her abandoning both her twins but only coming back Aaron, to Andrew killing her. So he might have something going on about not living Andrew alone ever again, because Aaron knows how much solitude and abandonment can hurt. In which case him killing Drake is even more significant because it’s of course it’s him killing Andrew’s abuser the way Andrew killed Tilda, but it’s also him showing up and not letting Andrew go through this trauma alone the way he did before.

I’m not too sure about the rest of the Foxes, but a few trow-away ideas:

Renee is about getting out of her gang, which she might be doing when getting Jean out of Evermore

Wymack is about second (and nth) chances. He either got a second chance that saved him, or he never did and it almost killed him. Hence the Foxes.

Idk yet about the others, will have to re-read the books with this analysis in mind.

Hypothesis: while the Monsters are still facing their worst nightmares, the Upperclassmen have mostly overcome them already. So for them it might be more a “becoming the person you needed when no one came” case.

Anyway my point isn’t just to point out these parallels, it’s also what they bring to the analysis of how the Foxes behave.

I believe Neil has kinda picked up on this trend. Not fully, not really consciously, but he his the one to put it into words first. And Andrew isn’t exactly subtle about his own version of it.

Problem is: both of them are being incredibly self-sacrificing about it, and it’s a very bad standard to use to judge other characters, which I believe both Neil and part of the fandom is doing.

I think it’s partly why he calls Kevin a coward that much. Because he thinks his worst nightmare is Riko, and that he’s running away from him instead of facing him. Which he would be perfectly justified to do, but it’s not true. Riko is awful, of course he is, and Kevin is terrified of him, of course he is; but Kevin was ready to stay with him forever if that meant being able to play Exy. Kevin’s worst nightmare is loosing Exy, and he’s facing that everyday he’s back on the court trying to relearn how to play, and every time he tries to get Andrew interested in Exy or to train Neil. He’s less self-sacrificing about it, so it’s a bit less obvious, but he’s still dealing with his worst fear everyday and trying to protect others from it. Considering the role the Foxes play as a team of a last-chance place, I'd argue even going to the Foxes as an assistant coach was a way to help others on top of trying to keep himself afloat.

Also explains why Neil sees Aaron as really selfish (I mean he is but). Assuming I’m right about Aaron, his version of this deal is both pretty discrete (especially when he’s being an asshole about it) and might be centered exclusively on Andrew. And also shows better self-preservation skills than Andrew and Neil (as in he isn’t trowing himself directly in front of people who want to kill him).

Might also explain why Nicky gets some level of respect from Neil for coming back for the twins (Neil acknowledges the sacrifice it was to leave Erik and his family) but definitely not as much as Andrew (because part of Nicky’s deal is also good for him, as in trying to be a family with the twins, instead of a pure sacrifice, as in leaving the family he found in Germany).

TL;DR: Not everyone is being self-sacrificing about it, but that doesn’t mean the Foxes aren’t trying to save others from their own worst nightmares. Some of them are just more subtle about it than others.

#aftg #neil josten #all for the game #analysis #aftg theory #this is still recent and not perfectly put together but #needed to get it out of my head

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I had a vision

(redeemed) Daniel, David and Gwen !!! they are siblings, your honor

- Daniel's albino and David is ginger — absolute win in genetics right there

- cuddles forever (they didn't know how much they loved cuddling until they found each other, man. They didn't really have opportunities to do so before that because David grew up with Campbell (who's not exactly the cuddly type) and Gwen (who is absolutely not the cuddly type), and Daniel grew up in the damn Church of Xemüg)

- blankets are for the WEAK (and for Gwen) (she's strong but she needs the blanket) (honestly she'd end up hogging it in her sleep even if she didn't really need it)

- Gwen is very grumpy if awakened too early, and Daniel takes about an hour or two to fully wake up, regardless of whether he woke up early or late. David however wakes when the sun does and he's always immediately wide awake

- they have cute pajamas

- Daniel takes the longest to fall asleep and he finds himself strangely soothed by David's sleep talk. It's like a spoken, odd little lullaby

- both twins get bad nightmares from time to time. Somehow they always get them on the same night, even if they're far apart. twin telepathy or something.

- David plays with Daniel's hair when they're cuddling (so soft and silky!)

- David also plays with Gwen's hair when she's within reach (so curly and bouncy!!)

also this is very badly drawn. However I do think he'd grow his hair out because it lets him do more things to his own looks. He spent his entire life purified and the years after that were spent learning how Society truly works, how feelings are a part of you, and what he's actually like. Mentally, he was like seven years younger than David thanks to a life of purification, man.

He had to take time to explore himself, his looks, his hobbies, his sexuality, his gender; his true personality

It took him a while before he could genuinely pinpoint what "happiness" was, but now he definitely feels it. He loves his family (they love him too)

#me when . me when sibling dynamics #camp camp #camp camp david #camp camp daniel #camp camp gwen #cc david #cc daniel #cc gwen

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✧˖°. i found you ✧˖°. (4)

|| the sandman x dead boy detectives ||

SUMMARY: You run the dead boys detective agency along with your two best friends. And somehow two ghosts and a living girl make it work. Until you dream one night, of dream himself.

PAIRING: dream of the endless x fem!reader

WC: 3K

WARNINGS: none I can think of

PART 4✧˖°.

"So let me get this straight, ghosts cannot lie to you yet you work with two ghosts who apparently can," Matthew cawed from his place on your shoulder where you were huddled in one corner of the Dreaming library.

Earlier that day, Dream had intercepted your walk to the bakery nearby your apartment, almost giving you a jump scare, and then brought you back here with him once you'd pleaded to let your ghost friends know you were going out. Since it was a weekend and the agency remained closed, they didn't question you. Although Charles did tease you about a date. If only.

"Yep that pretty much sums it up. But it's not out of compulsion, it's that ghosts trust me, it's like they have no other option than to trust me. I don't know how it works seriously, just that it has helped a hell lot of ghosts successfully cross over and boom our business. And as far as Edwin and Charles are concerned, well my powers, if you could call it that, did happen after meeting the guys. So," you shrugged.

"Interesting," Matthew mulled over your words, "and this has been going for the past.."

"4 years.”

"And you remember nothing before that? No family, no one from your past?"

An all so ever familiar brush of sadness tingled every bone in your body. "No," you exhaled.

"I am sorry.”

"Eh I am used to it now. Besides I love my life with the boys. I did search for any signs of my family, if I had one and then just gave up after a year. The boys are my family now."

"Include me in too.”

You laughed at Matthew’s response. "Of course you are my precious little raven."

"My lady," Lucienne's voice greeted you, "he’s ready.”

While you were away, Morpheus had tried to repair the damage only for a fresh bout of earthquakes to replace the previous destruction. Now you made your way to where he stood crafting dreams or nightmares.

"Mortal," he said in greeting, his back turned to you.

"Dream.”

He moved aside and your breath got caught in your throat. Staring at you, was a half human, half monster who had a tongue of a reptile and teeth like razors. The stuff of literal nightmares.

"Make him trust you," Dream spoke.

"Are you crazy?" You looked at him as if someone had cracked his skull open and was gorging on his brains and someone might have with what he was suggesting.

"You dare-?"

Yes you fucking dared. What was he expecting you to do, commit suicide?

But he was after all an Endless, and you did not wish to invoke his wrath so you only mumbled, "I can't do this, you can't expect me to get a nightmare to trust me! It's unreal!"

"But ghosts trust you.”

"Yes because they are ghosts and he is, well a bloody nightmare.”

"Try.”

"And who's guaranteeing that I won't die trying?”

"I am.” His words were solid pebbles dropping in your guts.

You don't know what made you take the next step, maybe it was the conviction in his voice, but you stretched your arms forward and warily tried to approach the monster human. You took baby steps towards him, just a few more, you assured yourself but then the nightmare lunged straight for you. You tripped backward and the sandy ground contacted your back. But before the nightmare could contact you, Dream raised his hand and the nightmare vanished into darkness, flecks of what he once used to be gracing the ground in front of you. You got up on your feet, the image of razor teeth inches away from your face still imprinted in your mind.

"I am sorry Dream I can't do this."

"What?” A frown displayed on his face. “But I ensured no harm came to you.”

"Dream I was saved from becoming nightmare food by a mere second!"

"I would not have let any harm befall you." His eyes sook yours trying to convey the determination behind his words.

Your face softened. You wanted to believe him. You really did. But how could you trust his creations when you did not trust the creator himself.

"And I am just supposed to believe you?"

"Morta-"

"You know I have a name. If you want me to help you, the least you can do is stop perceiving me as a fly in your path and call me by my name!" you snapped.

Dream was silent.

"Get me out of here.”

You half expected him to deny your request but sand began swirling around you, and the next moment you were teleported back to the waking world. Had he so easily given up on you? Good riddance.

When you pushed the door to the apartment open, the guys were huddled together on the couch, watching television.

"Hey! how was your date?" Charles asked, his gaze fixed on the television.

"Terrible," you murmured and slammed the door to your bedroom behind you.

The king of Dreams sat on his throne, gazing at the universe contained in his ceiling, when he felt you enter the Dreaming. He always did. He entered the mountain clearing, your lone figure was sprawled on the grass in the distance beneath the starry sky. Before his brain could object, he started towards you.

You must have felt his presence because you bolted upright when he neared you, “Dream,”

His name felt so weightless on your tongue, he wanted to hear it again and again. You on the other hand didn’t know why you were so surprised to see him here, it was his realm after all.

“I told you I am not-"

“Relax Hazel, I am not here to impart any lessons to you.”

Hazel

“So why are you here?”

He opened his mouth and closed it, no answer left him. Had you just seen the Dream Lord hesitate? You patched the grass beside you, an invitation for truce. Tentatively, he sat down, his cloak spooling around him. It was an odd sight, seeing the Dream Lord on the ground beside you, instead of his ceremonious throne.

“Did you create this?” You asked.

“Partially, I had help.”

“I thought only you had the power to create dreams and nightmares.” Your time in the library had been well spent.

“It is true, but the vision can always belong to someone else. His voice was soft, words floating into the winds.

You imagined someone having the vision for this, for this phenomenal beauty you were sitting in and you thanked them.

“It’s beautiful.” Your voice came like a whisper.

Morpheus looked at you. “It is.”

You both sat in silence, gazing at the stars twinkling above you.

Dream’s voice penetrated the quiet. “Mort-Hazel, I never mean to belittle you. And believe it or not, I am grateful to you for your help. But you have to understand that-”

“Then make me understand.” You repeated your words from your first visit to the Dreaming.

Morpheus sighed before the low baritone of his voice reached you. “You know there are seven of us. There is Death, Destiny, Desire, Delirium, Despair, Destruction and I. And it is our purpose to ensure the smooth running of humankind. We have been here since the beginning of time itself and will be here when the last soul departs the Earth-” You had already read all this in the library but let him go on “-but along us siblings, there was,” he paused.

You thought it was for dramatic effect but when he didn’t continue, you called to him, “Dream?”

He inhaled sharply, “Hope.” The word left his mouth in a breathy exhale. “There was Hope, and she held together what you could call the fabric of humanity.”

“Where is she now?” You asked.

Dream looked at you for some time and answered, his voice a whisper, “dead.”

The hurt in his voice took you off guard.

“I am sorry.”

Silence engulfed the both of you again.

“Is that the reason behind the earthquakes?”

“Hope and Dream are co-dependent. Neither can exist without the other. We thought, we hoped that the future could withstand the loss of hope, but the inhabitants of the Dreaming grow weak without her pulse and the realm itself is failing.”

“And if it does, so will humanity.” Your words sunk in you.

“Because what are humans, rather any of us, without dreams and hope?” He looked at you.

“And that is why you need me, to instill trust in the dreams and nightmares so that they don’t stray from their purpose to serve humanity,” everything clicked, "Dream I had no idea-“

“It wasn’t your fault,” he stated. “But now since you know how imperative it is for the dreams and nightmares to learn to trust, the shadow of hope, will you help me,” his eyes held yours and there was a delicate plea seeping into his gravelly voice, “save the world?”

“Yes.”

You rested your head against Edwin's torso as you flipped through the mail you were holding. He was propped against the back of the wall as he went through a thick volume of ghost fungi or something. You couldn't care less. The past week had been tiring, an understatement of course. Your every organ was tired, despite sleeping for 10 hours a day. But it wasn't like you were sleeping, Morpheus and you trained every night in the Dreaming, and your grueling efforts had reaped no fruit yet. And during the days, the agency's work took a toll on you. The only respite from your exhausting and rigorous routine was the hour just before dawn, when you'd sit with Dream in your little bubble and gaze at the stars together. You'd begun looking forward to it every day, you had realised with reluctance.

"Aha! This seems interesting.” You held out a paper in your hand, grabbing the attention of both the boys.

Charles tilted his head from his position on the table to read the print on the paper. "A demon possession, brills!"

"So your believe you are possessed by a demon?" Edwin scribbled notes in his notepad.

"Yes.” The girl's voice was hoarse with crying.

"And what makes you believe that?"

"I-I wake up in strange places which I have no memory of traveling to, and there are voices inside my head-”

"Yeah, welcome to being alive duh," you snorted.

Shit you had said that aloud.

Charles gave you a rebuking look.

"Sorry," you muttered.

"The voices inside my head, they are too loud. He makes me do things I would never do," the girl continued.

"Can you..feel him right now?"

"No,” she shook her head, “he surfaces only occasionally," she sniffed.

"Hey." Charles held the girl by her shoulders. "Don't worry, you will be okay. We will get him out, we promise.”

Oh no, there was only one rule. You never ever promised a client. You look up expecting to see Edwin's dismal expression but only find a thin veil of envy coating his features. Oh boy.

You were just beginning to tease him when you caught the unmistakable unruly hair of the King of Dreams to your right in the distance.

"Uh guys, I will be right back," you told the group, "really need to pee."

God you needed to work on your excuses.

"What are you doing here?" You hissed when you neared him.

Matthew cawed on his shoulder.

"Pleased to meet you too Hazel.”

"I thought we had a deal, no training during daytime.”

"It's not I but Lucienne who seeks you. She needs your help with the library.”

"Oh?” Spending an entire day in the library of dreams? Sign me up. “Well then I could make an exception for her,” you hummed.

“Of course, it doesn’t assist any fascination of yours,” he mocked.

“Did you just attempt sarcasm? They grow up so fast.” You wiped false tears.

“Come now-”

“I need to tell the boys first, and don’t-don’t do that whirlpool thing here,” you looked around, “there are witnesses. Meet me at the-”

Before you could finish, he dissolved into nothingness. Great.

“Were you um talking to yourself?” Edwin’s voice spooked you.

You whirled around. “Yeah, just normal sane things.” You added hurriedly, “what’s with the girl?”

Edwin’s expression changed into annoyance at her mention. “Charles insists on taking her back to the apartment to-“ he drew quotation marks in the air, “-monitor her in hopes of expelling the demon out of her body.”

“Well all the best with that.”

“What do you mean? You aren’t coming back with us?”

“I just think that since she’s not a ghost and I don’t have any leverage over her, I might pursue other activities today.”

“Like the date?” Edwin frowned.

“No-Yes,” you sighed, giving up.

“Uh alright have fun. See you tonight.”

“You too.”

You were propped up in Lucienne’s chair, combing through yet another volume of the history of the universe. The sheer rarity of this knowledge baffled you. You hadn’t seen Morpheus since he had apparated the both of you in the library. Turns out, Lucienne had been rearranging vast sections of the library today and even though she didn’t exactly need your help with that, she welcomed an eager friend and her joyful company. After hours of studying her intricate filing system and aiding her in that, your tired self now sat a few feet away from where she stacked the remnant books in their allotted places. You simply were in awe of that woman. Matthew chirped from your shoulder, he had seemed to make a home there. Eyes drooping with exhaustion, you slammed the book shut. Should you ask them? It’s now or never right?

“Who was Hope?”

Lucienne froze in her movements, and Matthew stopped chirping. A feather could be heard dropped in the quiet that you had unknowingly compelled the room into.

The librarian answered after what felt like hours, “it isn’t our place to say, my lady.”

You nodded, a part of you had already known her answer.

“Hazel please Lucienne.”

”Sorry my la- Hazel.”

Jesse, you had learned was the name of the possessed girl, giggled at an extremely, extremely horrid joke of Charles.

“I don’t understand. That wasn’t funny,” Edwin said.

Man he really needed to learn to conceal his jealousy better.

“You and me both buddy,” you said more to yourself.

“It’s alright mate, it isn’t exactly Victorian humour,” Charles said in between laughs.

Charles and Jesse were clustered together on the couch, being unnecessarily touchy. Edwin was viewing them with a bitter scowl.

You nudged him in the ribs lightly, “Someone is jealous.”

“Please, like she is someone a human or ghost could get jealous over.”

Was he seriously that utterly daft?

“Eds I meant Charles,” you said it in a ‘duh that’s so obvious’ tone.

“What?” He got immediately defensive. “Charles is my best friend, and nothing more. Nor do I wish him to be,” he jutted his chin out.

“Ok liar, pants on fire,” you squinted at him.

“Hazel I don’t know how to prove that to you.”

You tittered, “prove it to yourself, love.”

Edwin sat in deliberate consideration for a while. You glanced at the time, 9:00 pm, you were so tired but the day was young even though the moon was out. A part of you just wanted to escape your destiny and blah blah, but the part that was slowly growing attached to Dream didn't let you do so.

“Hazel?” Charles’ voice pulled you back.

“Uh yeah,”

“So tell her about it.”

“About what?”

“About the case of the sea monster we solved a while back," he said with annoyance, "were you not listening to me?”

“Uh uh. No can do.” You got up, brushing imaginary flecks of dust from your pants. “Anyways lads, I am going to disintegrate myself into my beloved bed now where my beloved sleep awaits me.”

“Who are you and what have you done to my Hazel?” Charles pointed his fingers at you.

“What?” You laughed.

“Mate you have been going to bed at 9 pm for more than a week now, you, the one who put the sleep schedule of owls to shame.”

“Yeah I don’t know man I just feel super tired recently.”

“Everything's aces right?” Charles’ voice was concerned.

“You just seem a lot distant lately,” Edwin added.

“I do?” Genuine shock seeped into your tone. You needed to cover your tracks better. You fucking hated keeping things from them. Jesse looked curiously at you.

“Yep boys everything's aces, it’s just called being in your 20's right?” You tried to lighten the atmosphere with a joke.

They didn’t even seem half convinced but didn’t interfere further as you entered your room and subsequently the land of Dreams.

The river babbled as it shimmered under the stars. Morpheus and you sat together after another training session. You were getting closer, both you and him were sensing it. You turned your head towards him, his dark eyes held the entire cosmos in them, and his cloak blended into the surroundings. Here in the dark, under the cover of the night, he almost felt like an extension of darkness itself. His hair was wild like always, falling on his forehead, and you had the sudden urge to glide your fingers through them and tuck them back. Embarrassing.

“Do you wish to say something, mortal?”

This time the mortal wasn’t used as a deriding remark, rather it had now become a term of endearment between you two.

“Did you love her?” The question escaped you.

Morpheus was silent. “Love who?”

“Hope,” you said, her name on your tongue a weird sensation.

He didn’t answer. But that was answer enough for you. Dream in love? The literal king of Dreams was capable of experiencing an emotion as tender as love? A pang of something hit your insides. Jealousy? No, can’t be. No way in hell you were falling for an Endless, least of all him.

Time laughed somewhere in the universe.

SERIES MASTERLIST✧˖°.

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can you, make a Hc for Mika please, an uchiha inozuka man, mid-length hair, wild claw eyes, ringtones?! give it to me and I love it! 😭 another crush that doesn't exist lol 🤧

Wolfgang never heard her curse his name the way Ringo did the day the triplets born

Mika was a massive baby, literally the biggest baby Ringo ever had to birth and she swore he was their last kid

Despite the rough birth and agonizing last trimester, the triplets were relatively easy babies

All upsets were usually fixed by put them next to each other, although Wolfgang worried that Mika was too big and active to sleep next to his siblings

He looked about 3 months older and acted that way too given he could hold his head up and roll over before Leonie and Sena

But Ringo insisted Mika wouldn’t hurt his siblings and she was right

Leonie would accidentally yank his hair and cry but he never retaliated (he did cry until they got him free though) and Sena would suck on his cheek sometimes and he just allowed it

As the triplets aged, Mika was clearly the gentler of the bunch

He was also Ringo’s Mama’s boy, making sure to give her a hug everyday before he did anything else

He also went to her for comfort whenever he had a scraped knee or any other pain and she had no problem with it (he baby 🥹)

Even when Sena mocked him for being so needy and whining to mom over “nothing”

A lot of Fredericks friends thought he was the same age as them because he was almost the same height as the older boys

His dad often joked that his big appetite was going to leave the family broke because Mika really could eat a lot

He just didn’t seem to put on any weight

Despite knowing Sena would insult him or possibly harm him if he was in a foul mood, Mika still tried to get Sena to play with him and Leonie because it made him happy when they all got along

Even if he did end up fighting with his triplet, he never told on him and would just claim any injury was an accident

When they grew out of that phase, Mika didn’t hold any grudges against his brother

He was given his father’s last wolf pup as his companion

He was much too happy to finally be able to have one on one conversations with his brother

He wrote to grandmother Sumi a lot and looked forward to hearing from her. She even sent him some hair pins after he asked her if she could send him something she really liked

Grandmother Ebba always brought him around the Inuzuka’s to brag about how cute and big he was

Asahi taught him some self defense techniques

Kuri always brushed his hair out of his face and let him sleep next to her when he had nightmares

He often got stuck posing for Leonie for hours when she got into portraits

He didn’t really mind but the chickens didn’t like having to be held for long periods of time

If he was getting into trouble, it was definitely because he listened to Sena

He was still regarded as the family cry baby and took up the habit of going off to cry as he didn’t want anyone knowing he was crying

It was during one of those times of crying in the woods that he heard someone sobbing MUCH louder than himself

When he went to investigate, he found a girl whaling

He tried to ask if she was lost just shook her head and didn’t say anything else

he sat with her and sung her a song his mom always sang him to cheer him up until she calmed down

When she finally stopped crying, he learned she was an orphan was left with some nuns in town

She was worried her uncle wasn’t coming back, meaning she’d have no more family

And Mika being Mika told her if that happens, he’ll be her family. He’s got a pretty big family and most of his siblings like him, so he was sure he was fit for the role

He introduced her to his siblings and friends so she wouldn’t feel so lonely the next day

And like clockwork, every other day, he’d show up to get her to go play with the others

Mika ignored when the others would tease them about being “in love” because they were always together, but Sofi would it upset and run off

Which made him lecture his other friends about upsetting her so (and made them tease him more about defending his “girlfriend” like some knight)

They’d make different origami designs with Kuri’s help. Sofi always wanted to trade Leonie for one of her red origami pieces

Napping under trees with the other kids after long days of playing

He looked forward to seeing her as she was fun to be around

Once they entered their preteens, the nuns didn’t appreciate them spending too much time together alone and so, he was forced to see less of her

His parents thought this was ridiculous (some of their other kids they might understand, but Mika? The boy was very pure hearted) and gave him task as close to the orphanage as possible so the kids could still see each other occasionally

But even that got completely forbidden after they caught Mika cleaning the blood off her scraped knee with his mouth

That was the last time Mika saw his friend and rumors flew about them sending her away to become a nun too

He so, he still made sure to leave a red paper crane for her on her birthday on the steps of the orphanage just in case she could somehow get it

Years later, when he was about to leave her birthday gift as usual he was caught off guard by the door opening

Sofi greeted him as if no time had passed at all and remarked he looked exactly how she remembered him

Turns out those nuns really did send her off, not to a nunnery like the rumors said, but a college (that might as well had been one)

She was set to be the towns new school teacher

He missed most of what she was saying from his heart racing from his joy of seeing her smile again

He ended up blurting out tmi to try and catch Sofi up on his life quickly (he’s a craftsman, he still helps out with his mom and dad,he got a weird rash a few summers ago but it cleared up, etc.)

Sofi giggled and told him to take a deep breath

hugging for a while before she took her crane, thanked him, and told him they’d have all the time in the world catch up but it was getting late

After that day, the two picked up back where they left off in closeness

He loved getting to spend time with her again

But Sofi definitely made things hard (pun intended)

It didn’t help that she didn’t set any boundaries with him

They weren’t kids anymore, so her cuddling up next to him under the trees and propping her head on his chest felt more intimate

Her still singing the songs he taught her when they were younger made him feel so special

Her soft curves he could just make out when she wore lighter clothes made his mouth water

Her sweet smile, wide hips, and thick thighs guest starred in his dreams and his days difficult

He already knew he was in trouble because his father and older brothers warned him about those Inuzuka like responses when there was an attraction to another

And it’s not like he never had a crush on anyone, he had several

This just felt more intense. irresistible even

And it didn’t help she was naturally good with kids. It made it easy to imagine her as being the mother of his children

Asahi gave him pitying looks when he came across the two. Mika’s pupils blown as Sofi linked arms with him

Kuri was no help as she often went on about how Sofi looked good in this or that

Frederick was generally just shocked that Mika was a virgin. Sure he’s the most timid out of them all and the women around them liked bulkier men, but not even just the tip? Wild

Leonie could tell he was craving Sofi and took to teasing him about needing to stake his claim before the nuns make her into one of them

Elke had a good amount of suitors both Inuzuka and non-Inuzuka chasing after her and she would fish through her love letters to find ones to tell him to act more like (and who not to act like)

Arashi wrote him a letter of telling him where to dig for a ring he’d buried last time he was in town and wished his big brother luck. He always liked Sofi and thought a Claddagh ring would suit her/their relationship well

His father told him to just ask the girl out

His mom kept inviting her to dinner to try and get the ball rolling for them

He tried to ignore the butterflies and bite his tongue about asking the cheesy question of she remembered he offered to make her his family

Instead choosing to let it run it’s course hoping it would die down naturally

Which was a good plan, a great plan even. But he really couldn’t tell her to leave his home in the middle of a bad storm

And it made sense to share a blanket for warmth

It wasn’t a big deal 🤡

Come the second day, they did get a bit carried away with drinking and play fighting because they’re both very ticklish

And Sofi jokingly bit his shoulder to get him back in some way (because he had her pinned by the waist) making him groan and jump off her

She apologized for the bite and he apologized for not stopping sooner but instead she didn’t have to apologize

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Mika joked that maybe they’ve been hanging around each other too much if she’s starting to behave like an Inuzuka

And the look on her face of disappointment made him panick and stumble over his words

He loved having her around and even his family liked having her around.. She could even move into his place if she wanted to and they could be together forever

“Is that a promise or a proposal, Mika”

The most desperate “I love you” slipped out honestly before he could stop himself

Sofi kissed the tip of his nose and said she’d waited so long for him to love her back that it feels surreal hearing it

Mika swore he’d say it as many times as it took for her to believe him

After that stormy confession, the two decided to tell his family that they wanted to get married

And without any objections, they were able to do after Arashi and Sena came back~

It took him a while to stop blushing when he said his wife and Sofia’s students found it funny to pick on him about it

But nothing could ruin his happiness when he saw her

#ask #kpz naruto founder au #Wolfgang x Ringo #tw suggestive #my art #knfau 🖼️

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Snippet - Twisting - Mal de Mer

Bombshells, new beginnings and sad farewells...

cw: pregnancy, tubal ligation, generational trauma, maternal trauma

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Mel hadn't known, then, of the real reckoning, taking root in her belly.

A tiny shape: two arms, and two legs.

A girl.

When she'd first learned the truth, the shock was absolute. She'd been on the cusp of her thirty-sixth birthday. Mysteriously, her cycle had dried up. When the nausea, the fatigue, and the cravings for salt, had kicked in, she'd thought it was the aftermath of her ordeal. It was only when the sickness didn't abate, that she'd gone to the medick.

A quick test confirmed her worst fears: a fetus, over six weeks along.

Mel had expected a bolt of lightning to strike her down. Her first thought was: Silco. What he'd do to, once he'd learnt his arch-ally was carrying his child.

Her next: Ambessa. What she'd do, once she'd learnt her daughter was carrying a Medarda heir, and a Trencher's bastard.

At the time, she'd felt body besieged: her womb an overthrown castle. For years, she'd done everything in her power to deny a pregnancy. As a girl, she'd quaffed potions of powdered rhizomes every morning: a precaution, lest, during an attack on the Medarda household, a rival warlord captured and bred her to force a succession. As a teenager, she'd begun her first course of the Demacian pill, and kept to it for the rest of her days. As a woman, she'd taken added precautions: sheaths, barriers and all the rest.

And, always, her monthly bleeds came. Never heavy, never light. Just enough to confirm the rhythm.

Just enough to fool her into thinking she was safe.

Finally, on her thirtieth year, bitter and burnt out, she'd made the choice. To deny the tides of time, and her family's bloodline, their due. She'd consulted a doctor to get herself fixed, and the procedure had been smooth and near-painless. A minor surgery, a quick recovery, and her cycle had resumed.

Except this time, her womb, for all intents and purposes, was a drawbridge, locked and barred.

Your last avenue, she'd written to Ambessa, is a dead-end.

Ambessa's reply, two weeks later, was succinct:

Fool.

Mel refused to dwell. She'd set her mind on more pressing matters. Her city, and her work with the Council, and Hextech. It wasn't until her night with Jayce, the ease of his company, and the gentleness of his hands, that she'd remembered that word again:

Fool.

She'd wondered, crazily, if her mother was right. If she, in her quest for sovereignty, had closed the door to something sweeter.

She'd fantasized, in shameful moments, what it might be like. To have a family with Jayce. To be a mother. Except her mind's eye would conjure the wrong shape. Not a boy with a glowing bronze complexion, and his father's soft hazel eyes.

A girl.

A girl with the smooth brown Medarda skin, and eyes of a shadow-dipped blue, and a smile so sharp it could cut through shadow.

She'd put the vision from her mind. Her time with Jayce had proven an interlude—blissful, but heartbreakingly brief. Their split had mirrored the rupture of their city. In the aftermath, they'd gone their separate ways. But they'd both held the memory close: what could've been.

If not, Mel thinks, for her own folly.

Silco, for all his sins, was no folly. He was an unmitigated disaster.

Mel cannot pinpoint, exactly, what chemically combustive balance had impelled her, after years of calculation, to give her body to him: bare, without a scrap of protection. A man who'd loomed larger, in her mind, than a nightmare: the embodiment of her city's ills, and her failure, as a stateswoman, to heal them.

He'd taken her raw, and he'd taken her hard. She'd come apart in his arms, in that lightless tunnel, the world reduced to nothing but him. Afterward, he'd confessed that he seldom made love without a sheath. A scrupulous measure, for a man who was the progenitor of so much sin.

His voice, in the gloaming, had been soft. No hint of insinuating gravel. No glint of a razor-edged smirk.

Dizzied, Mel had thought, This is not the man who rules Zaun.

She'd returned to Piltover: her mind in a fog, the scent of him still clinging to her skin. A fortnight passed. Then a month. She'd kept her head down, her eyes on her work. But there was a new strain to her concentration.

A new restlessness to her body.

As if the world had metamorphosed, in a single night. As if she'd left her old self behind.

Fast-forward to two months later, and the truth struck home:

A little girl, growing.

How? she'd asked the medick. How is this possible? I had a procedure. They swore it was permanent. They told me I was safe.

Sometimes, the medick said, the procedure doesn't take. The body finds a way. Even when it shouldn't.

Mel wanted to tear out her hair. Is it—viable? Can I—can I have this baby?

It's early yet. But the scans, by all indications, show the fetus is stable. There's a strong heartbeat. As a first-time mother, you have good chances of carrying full-term.

Mother.

Mel, in a numb haze, had barely crossed three steps before vomiting into the wastebasket.

Afterward, she'd made an appointment to have the pregnancy terminated. It'd seemed the best, and least messy, option. Her family line was a bloodbath. And Silco had a well-earned reputation for holding a grudge. Nothing—not even a child—would compel him to lay his animus aside.

Mel had already let her body be breached, and her psyche be compromised.

A child would be the coup de grace.

Yet, she'd seen again, in her mind's eye: the figment of a girl with her skin and his smile.

This time, though, the figment had stayed: a haunting refrain, night after night. And, in Mel's body, the figment took life: her curves filling out; her appetites fluctuating. The need for salt, and sleep, and sex: an unquenchable thirst. She'd wondered, for the first time since Jayce, if she could be a mother. If she could have a child with a man, who was her match. It'd seemed impossible.

And yet, impossibly, she'd told him.

Silco's reaction was not what she'd expected. Not even close.

He'd stared at her, as if his world had been toppled upside-down. Then he'd said, very softly: You're certain?

Mel nodded. Her voice came uncharacteristically small. Nearly two months certain.

Are you certain... it's mine?

The question ought to have stung. Except his eyes were not doubting, but desperate. Mel, reading the subtle tides of his face, was shaken by the revelation: this, too, was not the man who ruled Zaun.

This was someone else.

A man who'd long forsaken the idea of fathering a child. A man who'd never believed, in a million years, that he could kindle a life inside a woman in his arms. Could have the chance to know, intimately, a piece of himself: living, breathing, and blooming into being.

Now he was.

And she was.

Mel, in a rush, said: I've not been with anyone since... since the tunnel. Since you. It shouldn't have happened. Not after the procedure. But the medicks confirmed it. There are scans. There... there is a heartbeat. And I can feel her, Silco. Feel her growing, inside me. And I don't—I don't know what to...

Lights popped behind her eyes: the first burn of tears.

Reflexively, she turned her face away.

Silco's palm, cradling her jaw, stopped her short. His mouth hovered inches from hers. He was not a man given to softness. But his voice, in that moment, was the softest she'd ever heard it.

I'll tell you what to do, he said. You're going to take my hand. And we'll go, right now, to one of my own doctors. We'll have you looked over. We'll find out, for sure, whether the little one will last. And if she will, then—

Then?

Then we've arrangements to make. Because I'll be damned if my daughter is born not bearing my name. And I'll be damned twice, if I let Topside claim her for its own.

Heart in her throat, Mel stammered. Are—are you—?

He'd smiled. A strange smile, like a knife turned over. Shall I get down on bended knee, Mel?

I—I'm not asking for your hand. We've ended the arrangement between us. We both agreed—it was too risky, and—too much was at stake, and—

I know. His fingertips ghosted her chin. Now, it seems, the stakes have changed.

Silco, I'm not asking you to change the terms. I am not asking—or hoping for—anything at all. I only informed you as a matter of principle. You have a right to know. You are her father. But the choice to bring her into the world... is mine.

His fingers stilled. His eyes darkened. For a moment, she saw the monster resurfacing in their depths.

You don't want this child? he asked.

I'm not saying that. Only—

Only what?

This—this was not in the plan. Mine or yours. To put the burden of expectation on our shoulders, when our cities are still fragile—

Mel.

What?

Cupping her chin, he tilted her gaze up. Do you want this child?

His stare was fierce, but not unkind. It was an invitation: to look the truth in the eye. To not complicate it with speech, about herself, and him, and whatever else was tangled between them.

The admission lodged in Mel's throat. I—I don't know. I've never wanted—never planned—

He said, again, Mel.

What?

Do. You. Want. This child?

The query in his eyes threatened to sear her. Mel wrenched her gaze away. There was no answer. Not an easy one. She'd had her entire life planned out. It did not include a baby. It did not even include him.

Now the lines were blurred: the future, a cipher.

What she did know, in her marrow, was this:

The choice is mine.

A choice between a life of conflict, and a life of certainty. A choice between a hollow peace, and the hardest battle.

The choice between the world as it was... and the world as it should be.

She'd taken a ragged breath. And, in the space between them, she'd felt Silco's heartbeat, racing in time with hers. Hoping, against all hope, that her answer would be the right one.

Mel, matching his stare, had given it:

Yes.

Yes?

I—I want her.

With me?

Silco—

His thumb touched her bottom lip, stilling the words.

You understand, he said, this child will change everything. Our cities. Our places, in them. She will inherit more than the Medarda name, or my machinations. She will inherit the bad blood between us. All the ghosts, and the grudges, and the wounds. She will not have an easy life. It'll be a struggle, every step of the way. She'll face prejudice. Scorn. Disdain. She'll have to fight, every day, to justify her existence. And if she fails, the world will chew her up, and spit her out. It'll grind her under its heel, until there's nothing left. Do you understand?

Mel, throat working, nodded. I do.

Will you take the risk, all the same?

For a moment, she stared at him. This man who, for four years, stood as her most ruthless nemesis—and yet her staunchest ally. The man who'd dared to drag the darkest parts of herself into the light. Who'd shown her, in the space of a night, what it might be like, to lay herself bare. To be seen, and known, and taken as she was: without pretense.

Without fear.

And, in the heart of herself, Mel felt the full force of her bloodline resurge: the legacy of a hundred warriors, who'd faced the worst the world had thrown, with their chins held high. Who'd never let anything come between them and their desires. Who'd allowed neither war, nor death, to dictate the course of their lives.

This child—half Zaunite grit, half Piltovan guile—would be no different.

Yes, she'd answered. I will.

He'd kissed her then. She'd felt the monster's lips yield like velvet to her own. Felt the monster's palm span her belly, to where their child was nestled safe. And she'd sensed, beneath the ferocity of the possession, his pledge:

So will I.

In the weeks that followed, Mel's life became a series of contradictions—and revelations. For a woman who'd built her career on knowing the rules, and playing them to the letter, it'd been a heady ride to flout every single one. From her decision to step down from the Council in favor of an ambassadorial title, to the announcement of her engagement among her close circle, to the bombshell that she'd conceived out of wedlock: all a series of landslides that, one after another, knocked the foundations of her pristine persona off-kilter.

She'd not expected Silco, for all his cutthroat ambition, to prove such a steady harbor throughout. He'd taken over, with an almost alarming zeal, the practicalities of her pregnancy: doctor's appointments, nutrition plans, and, when it'd been confirmed that the baby was progressing smoothly, a list of the most reputable midwives in Zaun, vetted for their discretion and competence.

Between them, they had finagled a way to remain in contact: a secure channel of communication, so that Mel could keep him apprised of any changes to her condition. Silco, in turn, had pulled strings to rent out a private condominium near Mel's own, in the heart of Piltover's upper district. There, when their schedules aligned, they'd meet: once a week, to discuss matters related to the baby, or their strategy for disseminating the news, or simply to make love.

And each time, Mel felt something burning bright inside her: an incandescent hunger that she had no choice but to feed. Not because Silco had willed it, or she'd ceded, but because, for the first time in her life, she wanted.

Wanted to feel his lips on hers, and his hands on her, and his body inside hers. Wanted him, too, in the aftermath: breathless and sweat-sheened, his skin decorated with her love bites, and that strange, soft glow in his eyes, that made her feel like a conqueror.

Like a queen.

By the month's end, they'd agreed to publicize their engagement at the upcoming Gala for the Progressive Arts. They'd gathered their respective contacts in the media: the Baron's Bugle, the Sun & Tower, the Harbor Herald. A carefully spun narrative was concocted to soft-launch the scandal: a romance, kept under wraps, that'd blossomed into a love-match, and was now culminating in marriage.

During the gala, they'd appear as the couple: arm-in-arm, exquisitely turned out in black-tie finery, the ring on her finger a spark of green fire, his lips on her cheek a tender, lingering kiss. Afterward, there'd be the press conference. Photographs, interviews, a formal statement from both parties. Then, they'd return: Mel to her city, Silco to his, and await the fallout.

It had come, not a week later, with a vengeance.

Once the story broke, the media devolved into a feeding frenzy. The progressives were riveted: the traditionalists, aghast; the youth, aflame. The rumor-mill had churned into overdrive. The Eye of Zaun, engaged to a Councilor: a Councilor! The last surviving scion of a war-mongering bloodline, no less. The tabloids were rife with speculation: Did Medarda, after a decade in power, finally buckle under pressure, and choose a political match? Was the Eye bewitched by her beauty, and no more than a pawn in her schemes? Or, worse, was this a sinister conspiracy on both sides, to destabilize their respective spouse's city, and being its people to heel?

In Zaun, the hardliners were a hotbed of dissent. Their future was in the hands of the Undercity's most controversial leader: a statesman, who'd ruled by a razor-sharp brand of ruthlessness. His marriage would mean a shift in the power balance. A new set of rules, not just for his people, but his neighbor: a city-state he'd notoriously kept at arm's length.

In the more moderate quarters, the news was greeted with cautious optimism. The middle classes were more concerned with the economic ramifications of the union. What, exactly, was being negotiated behind closed doors? Would Silco, forsaking the autonomy of his nation, sacrifice Zaun's future on the altar of peace? Or did the marriage bode a true partnership: with trade, and prosperity, and a lasting harmony between their cities?

The Firelights were the only party who'd spoken out directly: a pointed critique on the optics of an Undercity statesman marrying a woman from a privileged background. How could a couple, who'd each benefitted from playing two vastly different systems, hope to improve the lot of those born on the losing end? How could their union, and the profits it promised, serve as anything but a symbol of the status quo taken to its most degenerate extreme?

To those questions, Mel had no ready reply. Silco, too much a realist to deny their merit, made no reply at all.

What, he'd sneered, draped across the settee in Mel's office, did you expect? We are not their heroes. We are their villains. They will not see us as we are. They will use us only as a cautionary tale: a moral lesson on how things ought not be done.

She'd not answered. Only crossed the room, to sit on the arm of the chair, and stir her fingers though his hair. A caress to gentle the monster back into the man, and into her arms.

It will take time, she said, to earn their trust. We cannot undo the past. But we can write the future. In our time.

On our terms, you mean, he retorted, even as his lips found the inside of her wrist. And those terms must be set in stone.

Whose stone? she said archly. My finger has yet to see a ring.

Soon, petal.

Soon?

His lips, against the pulse of her wrist, stilled. As soon as I've ironed out the fine print.

It was a crumb, and yet a confession.

The Eye, for all his prowess in the political arena, had to tread cautiously in his private life.

Jinx has taken the news badly. So badly, she'd torched a building down, and nearly shot Silco through the skull when he'd tried to enter the Aerie. In the aftermath, there was the usual round of threats and ultimatums. The usual litany of names: liar, backstabber, traitor. The usual fallout: smoldering glares and radio silences, eased only by patient words, and the love borne of years.

Jinx, a girl whose trust had been violated so many times, needed to be reminded that she wasn't going to be replaced, or abandoned, or cheated out of a father. She'd be the big sister, and the best friend, to the child they'd soon bring into the world. And though Silco, in the past, had been less than aboveboard in his private affairs, she would be the one exception.

The truth, always.

In the end, they'd reached an armistice: tenuous, but holding.

Sevika was a tougher nut to crack.

Silco's XO had gone to the mat, tooth and nail, to protect her leader's interests. She'd been a loyal second-in-command for the better part of a decade. Her allegiance to Zaun was the only constant in her life. Her loyalty, her trust, were Silco's to command.

And yet, by keeping his liaison with Mel a secret, he'd betrayed her.

Sevika's anger wasn't like Jinx's. It was an older, colder fury: the rupture of decades-old faith. After the dust had settled, she'd gone to ground, and stayed there. Her absence had lasted two weeks. Silco's network had spun it as a work-related sabbatical. Privately, Silco had called it a shitshow, and blamed himself for the fallout.

In the end, he'd brokered a stalemate. His business affairs, thereafter, were to be run solely through Sevika, and no one else. It would act as surety: that Mel would not compromise his position, and he would not compromise her own. As for the rest—the fractured trust, the promises fallen to the wayside—only time, and work, would heal the rift.

Even so, Mel sensed, deep in her gut, that Silco would always look at Sevika—and see a stillborn story. One, that, for the sake of his predicament, he'd cut short.

Mel empathized all too keenly.

In Piltover, her declaration was met with dumbstruck silence. In a city whose politics, like a kaleidoscope, revolved around the status quo, the union had sent shockwaves. The Council, as a unit, had balked. Silco's suitability was lambasted from all quarters. His reputation was unsavory; his methods unconscionable. Mel's own frame of mind was called into question; her motives put under the microscope, her judgement savaged, and her political acumen questioned.

Yet, as the dust settled, and the furor faded, the prevailing sentiment was:

How can Piltover profit from this union?

Mel, ever the pragmatist, had laid out the bottom line. She and Silco had spent evenings in his office: drafting deals, and ironing out terms, and laying out blueprints. Now she'd made a case for a joint-investment consortium between their cities. A skyway, linking Zaun's harbor, and Piltover's Hexgates. Zaun's mines, rich in ore and minerals, would be brokered wholesale to Piltover. In turn, Zaun's infrastructure, overdue for an upgrade, would be financed, courtesy of a generous influx of foreign capital.

The Council had hemmed and hawed, and put the scheme to a vote. They'd done their due diligence. The numbers had checked out.

In the end, the accord was passed: unanimous, and binding.

Mel, in her office, began to receive a slow trickledown of congratulations for her upcoming nuptials. Most were happy for the promise of coin. Others were intrigued by enigmatic choice of spouse. Still more were wary of a coup. But her tactical approach, paired with a patient charm offensive, had paid dividends:

It should've been a triumph. And, in some ways, it was.

But one look at Jayce's face, and all she'd felt was the hollow ache of loss.

She'd thought, eventually, he'd reach out for a talk. But, even after the news broke, and the days stretched into a week, then two, he'd remained silent. Then, by the month's end, she'd received a request: a meeting at a private garden where she and Jayce had picnicked, long ago, and made love in a patch of sun-dappled grass.

The same patch of grass where, the first time, she'd realized she loved him.

Mel had gone, braced for the worst. What she'd found, instead, was a Jayce she'd not seen in years: a boy, stripped of all pretense, with his heart laid bare.

Why are you doing this, Mel? he'd said without preamble. You know the score. You've known it from the start. He's a monster.

Carefully, Mel replied, I'm not denying that.

Then why? Why give him a chance?

Because the chance was offered. And I had the option, to either seize it, or walk away.

And you couldn't just walk away?!

No.

She'd said it simply, without artifice. Hurt darkened in Jayce's eyes.

He's the father of my child, Jayce. My child, who deserves to have both parents in her life.

Jaw flexing, Jayce said nothing.

I'm sorry. Truly. I never planned for this. But... it happened. And we've made our peace.

Peace? he scoffed. You mean the bastard's blackmailed you.

There is no blackmail, Mel said, with a touch of steel. We've both agreed to this. I know you find him disagreeable. I know he's the last person you'd want to ally with. But if you'd look beyond the past, and focus on the present, you'd see how much good can come of this partnership.

Jayce shook his head. You're talking like this is a business merger, Mel. It's not. It's your life. And you'll throw it away, for the sake of a lie?

A lie?

Yes! You think, by pretending it's for the good of the city, I'll believe it's worth the price? That I'll let you walk down the aisle, and be married, to a man who's done nothing but spread poison everywhere?

Against her will, Mel felt a flash of anger. I'll remind you, Jayce, that I belong to neither you, nor him. If I walk down that aisle, it's because I choose to.

Jayce flinched, but held her gaze. I don't expect you to belong to me. But I do expect the truth.

That, you already have, Mel said, and her voice held a quiet conviction. I chose this, Jayce. I chose him. I'm going to make it work.

At the cost of your happiness? Softer, more ragged. At the cost of love?

Mel didn't falter. But she was aware of the wedding ring, heavy on her finger. Silco had presented it last night: a band of twenty-four carat gold, inlaid with a square-cut emerald, and flanked by twin rows of baguette diamonds. On one side, the Medarda crest; on the other, Zaun's chem-shield.

The symbolism was plain. Not a shackle, but a pledge of fealty, freely given.

A promise, in time, of something more.

Mel took a breath. Jayce. This isn't an affair of the heart. But that doesn't mean I'm giving up on love.

What's that mean?

It means... The truth, treacherously slippery, wouldn’t slide off her tongue. It means I must look at the bigger picture. Our cities need each other. And Zaun's citizens deserve a second chance. They've been left out, and left behind, for too long. At least, with this marriage, they'll know that Piltover sees them. That they're part of the same family as us.

A family built on politics.

A family built on progress.

For a long moment, Jayce stared at her, as if memorizing the shape of her face. Finally, he said, You deserve more, Mel. Not because you're the daughter of a House, or the Councilor of a city. You deserve more because you're kind, and beautiful, and brilliant. You deserve it because you push us all to be our best selves. You're the heart of us, Mel. You always have been.

Mel, eyes stinging, said, Jayce—

I won't stand here, and pretend to be happy for you. I won't try to understand why you'd choose him. And I won't deny, right now, that it doesn't hurt to think of the two of you together. To know there'll be a little girl, and that man will be her father, while I'll be a stranger. But if that's your choice, Mel, then...

Then?

Then I'll support you. His lips made a tight angry smile. Just—be careful, all right. For the love of god, be careful. Because if he ever hurts you, or your baby, or the future we've worked so hard for, I swear on all I've held holy, I'll burn him, and everything he's built, to the fucking ground.

And, just like that, the boy was a man. In his stare, she saw, refracted through the prism of experience, the same fierce idealism, and the same bright-burning ambition, and the same unflinching readiness to change the world.

It was that stare, above all else, that had first attracted her to him: an untarnished faith in the face of adversity, and the willingness to lay himself on the line, and fight till his last breath, for a better future.

That would not change, no matter how far they strayed apart.

Nor, she understood, would her feelings for him.

He was gone, before she could speak. But his words lingered.

Like the depth of his pain—and his promise

Mel, alone, twisted the ring on her finger. And vowed, that whatever else she might lose, she would not lose sight of her own.

A week later, the wedding date was set. The venue was chosen: a secluded enclave, set deep in the woodland hills, overlooking the sea. Invitations were sent: Piltover's elite, and Zaun's top brass, and a few vetted journalists.

And Mel's ring, on her finger, twisted, and twisted, and twisted.

In a fortnight, she'd be a bride. Then, a wife, wedded to a monster, and the mother to his child. There'd be no turning back. Only a lifetime of choices: made, remade, and unmade.

In the end, no matter the price, she'd have to pay it in full.

Melancholy, Silco breathed, as they lay folded in the darkness, and each other's arms, suits you ill.

Shivering, Mel couldn't meet his eyes. I was just thinking.

About?

About how fast things have moved. It's not what I'd planned. But then, nothing in my life has gone according to plan, since I met you.

Second thoughts?

She heard no challenge in his words. Only a question posed with a quiet gravity. As if her answer—her truth—was the only currency that mattered.

She'd mistrusted that gravity, at first. Had wondered, often, if it was a ruse. Her lessons about men and power were hard-won. Playing both was a matter of illusion, and required the right balance of fact and fiction.

But, in the night, Silco was different. His gravity was no trick, but a force: raw, relentless, and compelling her closer. Inviting her to seek out, and surrender, to the dark. To allow his eyes to drink her in, and his body to fill hers, and her heart, at last, to be stripped bare.

Here, she could be his petal, his darling, his treasure. Here, she could do anything, be anyone. Or be nothing at all but a string of sweet syllables: Yes, Gods, please, more, harder, until she could think no more, and all her words became a gasping, drawn-out sob that was his name.

And when it was over, and the darkness settled again, she was someone else: a woman, who, without fear, could ask for anything, and be answered. Who, for all her beauty and guile, wielded the power to lay waste to a monster, and remake him into a man.

She'd not understood then, that the monster was all too real.

And so, too, was the man.

Now, she felt his hand on her cheek. He was studying her: watchful, wanting. As if, at any moment, she might turn herself away. Or vanish altogether, like a figment, and leave him alone.

A fate she'd once thought was hers.

No second thoughts, she promised. No regrets. Only... it's happening so fast. Too fast. It's like a dream, and I'm afraid that, when I wake, I'll find it wasn't real. Everything will be gone, and I'll have to pay for my folly. Just like before. Only this time, I'll have no one to blame but myself.

His thumb brushed her bottom lip, still swollen from his kisses. You think... what? You'll say, ‘I do,’ and have to live with a monster, and his curse, for the rest of your days?

I think, she whispered, I've already been cursed by monsters. What matters is... a way to break the curse.

The barest smile cut the corner of his mouth. Break the curse—or the news?

Mel bit her lip. Both. I've been so preoccupied, I'd not considered... how I'm going to tell Mother. About the baby. I don't want her to be blindsided. When she is, she can be... volatile.

You think she'll cause trouble?

I think she'll see me as the trouble. A marriage she doesn't approve of. A baby with a Zaunite. And, in the same stroke, a deal that's put her interests in Hextech at risk. She'll try and use any leverage to dissuade me from going through with this. Any leverage at all.

Silco's smile faded. A hard gleam entered his good eye. Including the child.

Mother is capable of it. More, if it suits her agenda. She's a warlord. She doesn't care if she has to play dirty, or pull every nasty trick, to get her way.

Silco's bad eye flared with an ugly red light. In the gloaming, Mel saw his thoughts pivoting: one calculation, then another. The lines etched on his face told a story of his own battles: won by playing the dirtiest tricks and executing the narrowest gambits.

Yet, even an old hand like him knew: sometimes, the best strategy was to hold your cards, and let the game pan out.

It would be risky to alienate her, he conceded. Our networks are too closely twined. And there've been times when our interests have aligned for the best. But... he stroked her bottom lip again, as if the feel of it, of her, might ground him. Just—be careful.

Careful?

With her. With yourself. I know Ambessa, and she is no fool. She'll sniff out, in a heartbeat, the weakest point. And, once she finds it, she'll go for the jugular. If not yours, then mine.

And Mel, feeling the truth of his words, could only nod. Reflexively, her fingers went to her wedding ring, and twisted again. Already, it had become a fixture: a talisman to keep the ghosts of the past at bay.

But no talisman could stave off the inevitable.

Ambessa.

Rather than by missive, Mel chose to break the news in person. She'd invited her mother to her private apartments, and dismissed the staff. That way, if the walls rang with shouts of maternal strife, at least her paintings would be the sole witness.

Ambessa had listened, stonefaced, to the whole saga. When Mel was finished, she'd stared at her daughter with the full measure of her unyielding eyes.

Then, she’d shaken her head.

You absolute fool.

Mel stiffened. I fail to see how—

Ambessa forestalled her. Did I teach you nothing, child? Medardas are not slaves to their loins. We make our own fate. And we do not, under any circumstances, allow another soul to dictate our destiny.

I'm not letting Silco dictate anything. I'm doing what's best. For my city, and his, and the child between us.

A Trencher's bastard.

She'll be born in wedlock. She'll be a Medarda, by blood, and a Zaunite by birth.

So: little better than a savage.

Mel's spine straightened. So: your grandchild. The only legacy you have left.

Ambessa's eyes narrowed. Do not threaten me, Mel.

That is not a threat, Mother. That is a fact.

Ambessa loomed in; a monolith of muscle and bone. Mel held her ground, and her gaze. And something—some irrevocable shift, like the turn of the tide—came to pass. In that moment, Mel was no longer the girl haunted by her mother's lessons. No determined to eclipse the shadow of her past with a superficial surfeit of light.

She was, instead, a woman grown into her strength. A statesperson, a Councilor, a survivor. A woman whose mind, and heart, were her own.

And, soon, a mother.

The change in her bearing must've shown. Ambessa's eyes widened, then shuttered. Mel, with a hint of irony, smiled.

You cannot win this argument, Mother, she said. Nor can you intimidate me. I've chosen to go through with this. My marriage to Silco, and the child that comes of it. My legacy—if you call it that—will be a better future.

Better for whom? Ambessa snapped. For those damned Trenchers? For that man, who'll stop at nothing to spread his poison across the world?

If we were truly honest, Mother, is it a poison? Or merely the opposite side of a coin?

Ambessa's lip curled. Do not play the fool, Mel. He peddles freedom, and sells death. His hands are stained as red as the battlefields my armies have left behind. And your child will bear the taint of that legacy. Whatever your high hopes—for a blank slate or a better future—you've doomed her as surely as you've doomed yourself.

That is not for you to decide.

It is not a decision. It is a fact. And you'd do well, to remember: the line between our kind and theirs is as old as the sea. Your Hexgates and your golden spires and your lofty goals of progress are but a few years old. Our blood is centuries. And any weak link— Her eyes flicked, once, to Mel's belly, —should be excised.

Mel's fist closed, protectively, over her womb. In her voice echoed an edge of steel. If that were true, Mother, then why did you let me live?

Silence fell: the first in a lifetime.

Ambessa's expression didn't shift. But her eyes did: a crack, shining through the facade. A mother, too, staring at the daughter she'd lost. Would have lost, in full, had she not, against all her instincts, cast her out, and cut the cord. A jettisoning that was yet a mercy—because otherwise, Mel would've been dragged down by the weight of her bloodline.

You were no weak link, Mel, she said, and her voice was the closest thing to gentleness that Mel knew. You were meant to be the torchbearer. The living proof of our triumphs. You—and Kino—were to inherit our family's light, and raise it high, so the rest of the world could see.

Mel's throat ached. And now?

Now you are the last of our line. Your brother is gone. My own days are numbered. And you've chosen to throw in your lot, not with the living, but with the dead. Because that is where that parasite will leave you: six feet under, and forgotten. As for the child? Ambessa took a breath. Yes, she is a Medarda. But a poor one, if he is her sire. If the gods are just, she'll die in the womb, and your ties to him, unravel. If not—

Mel's jaw hardened. If not?

Then her best hope is to be raised in Noxus. In her rightful place. Yours, too.

This was a clubbing blow to Mel's equilibrium. You—you'd take her away?

I'd take her home. And you, too.

But my banishment—

Has expired. Ambessa's smile was mirthless. I'm growing old, child. All my wars, my victories, will come to nothing, if they're not remembered. Our bloodline, and our legacy, must endure. And I will not see them fall, because my daughter is playing house with a deadman walking. I'd have you back home, with me. Both of you.

A piercing pain lanced Mel's ribcage. Her secret, most shamefully cherished wish, made flesh. A life, once torn from her, now offered on a golden platter.

But not because her mother had changed her stripes. Because the future she'd fought so hard to secure had turned against her. Because, after years of war, Mel's gift for honing peace had become the weapon of last resort.

A peace built, not on hope, but a hunger for everything.

Off Mel's silence, Ambessa came closer. Her hand settled, heavily, on Mel's shoulder. It's not an impossible choice, Mel. It's the only choice. The only place where you, and your child, will thrive.

And, in the pit of her soul, Mel wondered: What if it's true?

And her fingers, finding her wedding ring, twisted, and twisted, and twisted...

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natelia-aldelliz · 1 year

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1 : Soap never had any idea that woman wanted him carnally, he's not the most observant on that front (he never noticed Ghost flirting with him and thought his love was one-sided for the longest time, but tbf Ghost was also very discreet about it)

2 : He sewed the hat, eyepatch and hook himself, because he's the best uncle and then got distracted as he was wrapping it up, so now he's watching a tutorial on youtube about how to build a voice box. Honestly how hard could it be, he builds explosive devices as a hobby (listen, Price doesn't have to know)

3 : He is out to his family, but doesn't want his mum to know he has a boyfriend because he knows she'll insist on meeting him and welcoming him to the family and making a big deal out of this, and he knows that Ghost isn't ready for that.

4 : Christmas is obviously a very hard time for Ghost, but he is very very in love with Soap and some days still can't believe that it's mutual, but then his Johnny does something like that and his head gets quieter while he's melting a bit.

5 : For the people that didn't see my other post : the bird is a Caique parrot, and they're supposedly very energetic, a bit loud, medium sized, unintelligible, very friendly to what they consider their family, adventurous and danger prone, with an explosive personality and a hate of boredom, so basically the adhd bird.

#cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost is hard edges and sharp knives but simon is babygirl #i tried my best to make soap's sister look as much like soap as possible #as someone whose siblings look nothing like them i find it hilarious i have no idea why i swear i have the weirdest sense of humour #hc that simon's very first wait no second actually bc i feel like the first special interest for every child with autism is dinosaurs #but wait plot twist birds are dinosaurs so still hc that simon's first (or second if you want) special interest was birds #and he still loves them very much and both soap and his sister have adhd and his sister has a reoccurring hyperfixation on birds #and soap thinks ghost and his sister could get along very easily and is waiting very impatiently for the day ghost is ready and he can #introduce him to his family #but also ghost is very wary of families and especially since there's a young child because he's scared that he'll bring them death like he #feels he did to his own family #i initially wanted to colour it but then i wondered why my brain was working against me and very quickly decided that colouring all that #would be a nightmare and that i already hate colouring so why would i want to torture myself #anyway pls be nice with me i've given all i had to make this lmao

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there’s something so personal about the scene in fantasy high s1e7 where gorgug calls himself stupid & fabian, who up to that point had basically entirely been acting like the bad kids (especially gorgug) were beneath him & had also been the one calling ragh stupid two lines ago, instantly says “okay, do not put yourself down like that. don’t you dare do that to yourself.” like it was obvious he liked the bad kids at that point but the instinct to protect his friends manifesting as an immediate strong refusal of gorgug’s self-deprecating talk kills me. that boy loves his friends so bad oh my god i feel sick.

#fabian seacaster #fantasy high #gorgug thistlespring #these two specifically are so dear to me #top 5 most underrated fh dynamic the girls that get it get it #acts of service (gorgug) meets words of affirmation (fabian)#spring break i believe in you. i hand you an orange. you never hug me / shut up.#THE TENDERNESSSS #it’s about gorgug fixing the hangman & fabian having no idea how to repay him other than saying ‘i’m gonna buy you an orange.’#when fabian a year ago had an insecurity about buying other people things bc he thought they’d just use him for that.#it’s about gorgug’s tin flower that’s tattooed on his arm being both symbolic of his roots & deeply tied to his relationship with fabian #it’s about fabian being the reason gorgug was in that fateful detention in the first place.#& gorgug being the first person to see fabian again in the nightmare forest.#all the bad kids are tied by destiny but god. fabian & gorgug you are so tied by destiny.#anyways i will not lie this far into my tags i expect nothing but in another universe they would be the slow burn of all time. to me.#it is so subtle & casual but there is so much love there it makes me kinda crazy.#but either way my beloveds who i think have helped bring out the best parts of one another but who r also both soooo lame (affectionate).#also i think it’d be funny if a) gorgug was the final bad kid to join the giant family tree via dating fabian #and b) telemaine was eventually gorgug’s grandather in law. can u imagine.#thistlecaster #fabigug #whichever one it is idk idc #they r just so gentle :(#UPDATE sorry i stopped right when this happened to write this whole post & literally like 5 minutes later gorgug has that idea to look at-#zayne’s pearl & his hunch isn’t right but fabian IMMEDIATELY jumps back in with ‘it’s moments like these that prove you’re smart’ GODSDD #when the fabian & gorgug dynamic hits it truly hits. besties/bfs ever i can’t decide they r simply so great

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The song “Therapy” by All Time Low is insanely in line with Leo’s character in every way.

The following verses alone are so quintessentially Leo that it’s like he was made with it in mind:

“Arrogant boy

Love yourself so no one has to

They're better off without you

(They're better off without you)

Arrogant boy

'Cause a scene like you're supposed to

They'll fall asleep without you

You're lucky if your memory remains”

Even has a comment of causing a scene, paralleling Leo in the theme song. Just. This song actually breaks my heart in general but it ties with Leo to a T.

Lyrics like “A handful of moments, I wished I could change” and “I'm a walking travesty | But I'm smiling at everything” just reflect him so well. Please listen to the song you won’t regret it.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rise leo #tmnt #honestly this song is good for all Leo’s ngl but it best fits rise leo #making a scene…smiling despite feeling otherwise…#man maybe I’ll make a comic/animatic with this idea because oof. OOF.#please go listen to it and read the lyrics and think of Leo because it works so INSANELY well with him #even “love yourself so no one has to” goes so well with Leo’s whole thing of hyping himself up so much because of the lack of it from others #feeling like he’s nothing without his family #feeling responsible for so many mistakes #bro is going THROUGH it #PLUS the lyric ‘and a tongue like a nightmare that cuts like a blade’ ALSO WORKS WAY TOO WELL #insane over this song in relation to Leo

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little nightmares is scary strong… two little guys all alone in a big world … They speak not a word 2 each other besides like. little whimpers yet they love!!!!. an inhospitable and desolate forest of hostility set ablaze with a single spark of companionship ^_^ a beating heart in the chest of a corpse, a lively daffodil growing from the rot of roadkill . their bond rends heads from shoulders, tha sky from the earth And in between they kindle their own glowing salvation out of the warmth that they find in each other!!!!!

#sorry 4 waxing poetic on main😢😣🙏#my rambles #little nightmares #i FUCKING LOVE the Found Family in apocalypse trope #six did not betray mono i will DIE on that hill. im not even gonna get into it though #mono betrayed her first👹👹👹👹even if he didnt know it . even if he didnt know he was hurting her!!!! RRREAGHHGHHAARREAAA!!!!!#I LOVE mono so much tho dont take those emojis like i hate him i almost like him more than six #me : im not gonna get into it. also me 15 seconds later: im getting into it #its ok i caught myself in time #iots just. SO HARD being right about everything …..siiigghhhh #this is also about low and alone!!!!

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Re: that last ask well now I wanna hear about Peter!! (Please 🥺)

Ah yes, peter, sweet sweet boy.

peter is so special and sweet and I do have many thoughts about him.

peter loves cuddles. this is probably not surprising, but he indeed loves to snuggle up and nuzzle into someone’s neck and hold their hands. lucky for him he has this group of super touchy-feely guys to give him all the snuggles he wants. He just loves his friends so much.

Peter and mike end up getting really close. I think that after The Devil and Peter Tork, pete starts getting some really bad nightmares, about hell, but also ones that feature things like the other monkees forgetting about him or not knowing he’s there or even ones where they’re not real and this gets him real deep (poor thing). I feel like as a kid he had a hard time holding onto friends (this is a little bit personal, apologies), and was picked on a lot for being “different” and “soft” and it gets to him (like in the wild monkees when the girl calls him a sissy and he gets particularly upset) and the idea that this group of people who love him and care for him aren’t really real can be a lot.

He often starts screaming or crying in his sleep and Mike starts to wake up and go over to his bed to stay with him and calm him down. Davy also sometimes wakes up (micky is a VERY deep sleeper, but he has woken up before and come over to help but he konked out pretty quickly) Usually it’s just peter and Mike and Mike trying to calm peter down, just holding him close and rubbing his back and hair and letting peter know he’s there and that he’s real. Mike doesn’t feel really good at talking, especially not at two in the morning, so that is usually the most he can do, and it does help peter, who loves pressure and soft snuggles. Mike also sometimes sings to him, quietly as to not wake up the others, and they do talk a bit, mike trying to get peter to tell him what the dreams were about but they’re sometimes too confusing or too much for peter, and peter can’t always talk at all afterwards, so if mike talks to him it tends to be soothing things in a soft voice or asking peter if he wants to be sung to.

despite mike’s help, pete has a very hard time getting enough sleep and sleeping through the night so sometimes mike has him take a lot of shorter naps during the day (usually downstairs with the rest of the group) but peter has a hard time going to bed at night, afraid of what nightmares he’s going to have, so he starts having some terrible panic attacks about going to bed. Mike starts just sleeping in peter’s bed every night (eventually they all just sleep in the same bed because what the hell, they’re snuggly, but not at first). But peter has a lot of trouble with bedtime for a while, and micky one night comes up with an idea that this is NOT ‘bedtime’! No no no! this is PILLOW time, and pillow time is special and different! and tells him all these stories about it and it makes peter laugh and gets him to be able to go to sleep for a while, safe with Mike, though he still tends to wake up from nightmares.

this is another self-projection thing, but during this time when peter is having terrible nightmares he starts having problems with bedwetting. He can’t help it, but it freaks him out even more. It starts almost right away and Mike also starts helping him through it, late at night getting poor, crying peter into the bathroom and putting on a shower for him. Mike brings his guitar in and plays some things sitting against the bathroom door so that peter knows he’s there. then i guess they fall asleep in mike’s bed and mike deals with the sheets in the morning and they just don’t tell the other guys because peter’s embarrassed about it. peter does NOT get scolded about it at all, that’s a must for me, just because i’ve had problems with that due to nightmares and waking up to someone yelling at you for being disgusting is not a helpful thing. So peter is definitely assured he’s not disgusting and it’s not his fault and he is treated like a person about it. I also think mike knows how to deal with it, assumedly having taken care of younger siblings (see when he talks about his family in Monkee Mother) so he is prepared to help peter out and doesn’t really sweat it. Yeah, that’s just a personal segment of this all.

okay so to me tv show-peter is autistic. real life peter tork was diagnosed with autism later in his life, but peter the character shows a lot of autistic traits in my opinion so that’s gonna factor into a lot of these next ideas.

he probably needs help with a lot of things, stuff like cutting his nails or remembering to brush his teeth (micky also has trouble with both of those and mike has a system now where they all brush their teeth at the same time and is usually good at figuring out when he needs to throw a nail clipper at micky as he’s been scratched multiple times during werewolf impressions and similar) but peter gets the help he needs because the boys all help him out!

(another little self-projecting thing) peter has trouble not spilling glasses of water so he has to be reminded a lot to use two hands when holding a glass. (this will forever be my struggle lol)

he’s also prone to meltdowns if he gets overstimulated. (it’s the sixties so autism is not really understood so i think peter is definitely not diagnosed and he doesn’t really know what these meltdowns are) Sometimes grocery stores are a lot for him and the other boys have to frantically figure out how to calm him down. if it happens at the grocery store usually one of them will go with peter to go sit in the car (a lot of times it’s mike, because grocery stores are also very overstimulating for him. dont tell mike, but he’s also autistic haha. but sometimes it’s not mike because putting davy and micky alone to do the shopping together is not always the best idea). Micky is not always the best at calming peter down because he sometimes can make it more overstimulating, but he figured out a good way to calm peter and get his brain thinking about other things by pointing to something and saying “peter what color is that car/sign/whatever” or, if there’s nothing all that interesting around asking peter what different animals say.

peter also gets bedtime stories read to him a lot. either that or they sing to him. sometimes mike will have peter and davy snuggled up on either side of him while micky sits and the end of the bed and sings and they often all do harmonies together. sometimes mike’ll figure out a new song right before bed and they all work it out together, running to get a guitar while micky drums out a beat on the bedframe saying “we’re really gonna make it big with this one guys!” and it’s so exciting. wholesome little rock band activities.

(this is not a headcanon and this post is already so long so i’m leaving random stuff out for maybe another time but i just have to put it into the world because when the monkees are little little cuties i go absolutely insane. you know in monkee mother when micky starts spoonfeeding pudding or something to peter, is that not the cutest fucking thing in the world?!???! micky is so older brother) okay, now back to our regularly scheduled programming of *shuffles cards* the rest of the random peter headcanons!

peter’s nickname is ‘peterbabe’ (said as all one word) sometimes elongated to ‘peterbaby’ and micky jokes that they should change his full name to ‘peterbabe tork’ because they just say it so darn often.

this is pretty obvious but peter loves flowers! hes a flower boy! he even grows daffodils! :) He brings flowers into the pad (micky is allergic to a lot of them unfortunately so he’s prone to sneezing fits) and he likes putting flowers in everyone’s hair (micky’s hair is particularly fun to put flowers in so peter tries extra hard to find ones he won’t sneeze over) as well as his own hair and he puts them along the windowsills too, which has made for some good photography.

I guess since this is so long i’ll finish it off with a little thought since it’s indeed christmas: in the christmas episode they all rag on peter about getting “bad” gifts and to me the only gift that’s not really working is the coat for davy cause it’s just too big. It was mikes fault for opening snow skis in july, and the chemistry set is actually a very thoughtful gift for science-loving micky, micky just had to go and DRINK whatever concoction he had made which is basically lab safety no no #1 and that is not peter’s fault. the writers pulled those “bad” gifts out of their asses. anyway.

AH! and a bonus because i forgot to include it in the davy post here’s a davy headcanon I hold dear that was from the monkees headcanon instagram account but is so wholesome that i need to bring it to everyone’s attention: davy falls asleep on the couch and often needs to be carried to bed. thank you.

And yes, davy’s “diagnosis” in 33 1/3 being “regression” on top of him literally dancing around dressed as a toddler in a baby’s bedroom can 100% support my idea that davy is baby real.

AND WITH THAT, thank you so much for the ask! these asks give me an excuse to just dump out my thoughts and I hope other people enjoy them despite how long and disorganized they are. sorry about that lol.

#the monkees #peter tork #mike nesmith #davy jones #micky dolenz #monkees headcanons #sorry that this goes on for a while and gets a little heavy handed with the nightmares stuff #peter is a pretty important character to me and he deserves all of the love and all of the snuggles #and davy and peter are definitely both mike’s little ones and he loves them both so much because he’s their mama #okay i’ll shut up the monkees are all wittle babies just know that #monkees found family is very special and wonderful #also also! merry christmas everyone who celebrates! i did stuff on saturday so i feel like the holiday’s already over for me lol

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