#Now excuse me while I go and have an existential crisis

[thisonehere]

YOU!!!!!! YES YOU!!! I LOVE YOU AND I'M OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITING😩😩😩 (sorry for the rude "YOU" 😅 I got excited)

I had a new idea for a request but first here's a question, do you write about mk11?

If do to I have this....Okay what about old characters (not old old but old age y'know 😆) reacting to fem reader reader calling them "peepaw" and "Daddy"? In that way yk yk 🥴like this day she called them peepaw and another called them daddy, How will they react? (Raiden, hanzo hasashi, Kuai liang, shang tsung, fujin, old man johnny Cage, kano and erron black) they are all old Daddy's y'know😏

What do you think and yeah thank you again about the pet-owner reader IT WAS AMAZING, I SWEAR TO GOD I WAS SCREAMING 😆😆😆😆 so loud that my mother called me crazy 😂

A/n: Omg, Staaaawwwp, you're making me blush lol *mouthes for you to keep going*

Anyway, yes I do.. That reminds me, I should really update my rules on my blog. Eh, I'll do it later.

C/w: Age gaps, sexual inuuendos, daddy-kink

Raiden

The god has dedicated his entire existence to the preservation of Earthrealm since its inception. So, as you can imagine, he's old as shit. But Raiden never paid mind to this though, he never put much into anything concerning himself, to be frank. It is a miracle that the two of you even got together considering how busy he is.

The way you switch from "Peepaw" to "daddy" is so strange. Truly You Earthrealm mortals are so strange yet fascinating at the same time. Raiden always looks at you weirdly when you say this.

When you call him things like "peepaw", he finds it odd to hear that word. Especially since it's coming from you. You say it lightly as a joke, but he help but get into an existential crisis. He is old isn't he? He was here since the beginning of Earthrealm, before you or you family tree even began.

(If you're mortal) You will eventually grow old and die, but him, he will still be here until the end (unless he is killed of course). He uses this as an excuse to remain distant from you, he'll outlive you, so why bother if you're going to die anyway.

When you call him things like "daddy", he finds it even more weird. He is not your father, why would you call him such a thing? Unless of course there's something you're not telling him.

Do you mean this in a sexual manner? Why? If you find it arousing to think of him as a parental figure then he is deeply concerned about you. But, while saying that, it makes him feel...something else as well. He wishes you would address him as a "Peepaw" instead because he finds these feelings worrying.

The moment you do this, Raiden always falls silent. He doesn't know how to react, the idea of viewing him in that light makes him feel so flustered and...and...

"Um, Raiden?"

"I-I Must consult with the Elder Gods!"

Honzo Hasashi

This man has been through a lot. From the murder of his family and clan, the years spent as a Spectre, and his latter years as the new grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu. He was aware of his advanced age, but he had never cared. He in fact was grateful that he lived so long. And he's grateful that he met you.

So, when you call him "Peepaw" he is amused. Yes, he is old, isn't he? He has lived his second life far longer than he has ever anticipated to be here so long. A younger him would've been much more offended by this remark, but he's a "peepaw", not so young anymore. He spent so long angry and revenge-seeking, everything seemed so silly and embarrassing looking back at things. He takes your joke with pride gives a slight smirk and a chuckle and moves on.

Now, when you call him "Daddy", that is a whole 'nother response. The man was married, rest assured he can very much understand most sexual teasing and such. He thinks it strange that you refer to him as a father in such a sexual manner, considering he also had a kid. He wants to find it attractive, but the fact that you know, father, that is very difficult.

Whenever you go to him and call him that, he tries to play along. He attempts to get flirtatious but then the image of his dead son flashes before his eyes. It makes him feel gross as a result. He also feels guilt, for he remembers his wife, Harumi, he can't but feel like he's betraying her by doing this with you. "Y/n, please, never speak to me like that...ever..."

Kuai Liang

Though he is the youngest brother Kuai Liang has grown in many ways that exceed his brother. He was Cyborg, rebuilt the Lin Kuei, and saved Earthrealm from the Kotal Kahn attack. As he has gone on these adventures, you and him met.

It was obvious that he was an older man and you were much younger than him. But you never really much of a fuss about it. Actually, you joked about it quite a lot, calling him "Peepaw" and other things pertaining to his age. He takes being called "Peepaw" very well.

He smiles and shakes his head as he tries not to laugh that much. But he's very cute when he does.

His brother Bi-Han would've been much more offended by this, but Kuai, as we know, is a very cool and level-headed man. The way you joke about your relationship actually makes him take the age gap less seriously. He prefers you call him Peepaw as opposed to Daddy.

When you calm him Daddy he immediately gets taken by surprise. The man is gagged. he can only just stare at you, still processing what you just said and unaware of how to respond. He tries to retain his composure as he attempts to give you a stern expression, but he fails to fight off the blush on his face or put to together a cohesive sentence. He is at a loss for words. Finally, he just gives up and laughs.

Shang Tsung

The sorcerer has been known to have his age fluctuate many times. Sometimes he's young, other times, and most of the time, he's an old man. He is an old man most of the time and he hates it. You and him met when he was an old man, you were with him when he revitalized himself. He hates whenever you bring up his older body but he also loves the age gap between you for some concerning reason.

He has always been a smug man, it takes special skill and understanding of him to make him lose his cool. For him, it's calling him anything that involves looking down on him or calling him old. He doesn't appreciate you referring to him as "Peepaw". the moment those words leave your lips is one of instant regret. You watch his calm face scrunch into one of anger and disgust

"PEEPAW!!!" He said, snapping his neck to you. "Pee...paw..." rage boiling within him. You back away in surprise and growing fears build up within you. You try to laugh it off and explain that it was a joke. Tsung is usually a cool man, hiding his true feelings under a heartless and apathetic persona. But when it comes to comments like this "Pipsquek" burns him like a blazing iron. "Call me that again...and I cannot ensure your safety...I'd hate to disarray such a lovely form"

Now Daddy, on the other hand, he quite likes that. The moment you say it, he turns to you with a grin and raises an eyebrow. It is both charming and amusing to him. His arm wraps around you as his hands are down to the small of your back. "That's right, and you'll be a good girl for Daddy, won't you?"

He prefers you call him Daddy from then on. Just never call him Peepaw ever again...I'm serious...don't.

Fujin

Despite being here for centuries, Funjin still retained quite a youthful appearance as opposed to his brother who chose a more mature form. Also opposed to Raiden, Funjin has a very light-hearted and fun personality.

You met while he was travelling, he enjoys being around mortals, watching them live their lives, something that feels so short and delicate. You intrigued him, with your smile, your gentle skin, your naughty nature.

You never realized he was a god or his age until he casually revealed it one day. One day you were just hanging out and he was just like "Oh, right, I'm a god by the way." And after that point, it's been weird between you two. You realize just how powerful he is and how important he is to the universe...as well as the fact he is centuries older than you.

Fujin doesn't take this much seriously and it takes you some time to get used to it. Afterwards, you start to joke about his age a lot and Fujin has always found it adorable when you did it.

So when you refer to him as Peepaw he immediately finds it amusing and smiles at you. His smile is filled with life and charm despite his age. He might be old, but at least he isn't an old stick in the mud like his brother. "I find comfort in knowing that I am your favourite peepaw."

Fujin finds "daddy" a strange thing. It's both used to address someone as "father" but also can be used to mean...other things. The moment you call him it, he gives a confused look as he gives a light chuckle as his cheeks begin to flush. "I have been a woman as well, so I am a mother too," he says with a chuckle.

Johnny Cage

This actor's beautiful face has graced the silver screen for years. He is lauded across multiple countries as amazing and hot even after all these years, the man has aged gracefully though there have been rumours that he had work done, but these are obviously bogus.

You two met while on set for one of his movies. He didn't know what you were doing and he didn't care, he liked you so you started hanging out.

He was considerably older than you. He had a daughter that was no doubt closer to you in age than you were to him. And there has been news coverage talking about this age gap. But neither of you seemed to care about this, you just loved spending time with each other.

When you call him things like Peepaw Johnny can't help but laugh. Neither of you took his age seriously so you both have a good laugh at this and and move on. He might have an old accent to play off your joke. He is saying stuff like "You want some special hard 'candy'?" Whether or not they work varies.

Now, Daddy has a very different response. The moment you call him that he gives you a cheeky grin. He has been called this multiple times, all he needs to do is post a picture of the most random thing and his comment section is filled with thirsty comments.

He loves being called this, it never seems to get old for him. But while saying that, the way you call him daddy makes it feel like he's being called that for the first time.

What happens next is a barrage of you going back and forth with flirty banter. He looks at you with a hunger in his eyes as he bites his lip. "Well the, baby, why don't come show daddy some love."

Kano

This old crook has lived a long time, an unfortunate thing for many of his victims. His life has been spent either running from the law and Sonya or committing war crimes and terrorism. Doesn't he sound like a dreamboat?

Anyway, he is aware of how old he's got but doesn't care a bit. That's a thing about him, he has a careless and reckless nature that seems to draw many people in. You were one of those people. You two had met while he was on the run and you were cool with his life of crime, he liked your sweet and calm nature, and just like that you two were a thing.

Since this is Kano we're talking about, one of the things he likes about this relationship is your age gap. It's sort of a kink he has, and that's probably why he's also on a watchlist.

You find yourself amid playful banter. Like this one occasion. Kano called you baby. You called him "peepaw". Kano chuckles at this and rolls his eyes. "As if, no peepaw could do you like I do," He says with a naughty grin.

Normally, Kano likes to be referred to as "Uncle Kano". But on this occasion, whenever you call him daddy" he'll allow it just based on how hot he finds it. He really likes it when you call him this, I mean he really likes this. The moment you call him this he licks his lift as he stares at you. "Why don't you come here show Ol' Daddy Kano some love, eh?"

Erron Black

A man from old wild western times, Erron found whole changed when he was visited by Shang Tsung who bore a deadly deal: assassinate an Earthrealm warrior for him and he'd live forever. So he did it. Now he's been alive ever since.

You met during his time serving under Kotal Kahn. He really liked you so he started flirting with you. He was doing his best lines and you didn't understand a damn thing he said but you really liked his accent. And just like that you started hanging out.

The man has lived for decades but sometimes he acts like he is still in the Wild West. But you learned to get used to it, though you found it kinda funny when he'd talk in old Western slang. You did like to tease him, calling him "Peepaw" and stuff. Erron just laughs and rolls his eyes. He used to call his elders that, he never thought he'd be called it one day. The mere thought makes him laugh even more, so much to the point that you're concerned about him.

Erron hasn't been on Earth for quite some time. He was out exploring the realms. So when you call him daddy he is immediately confused in a very concerned way. Are you his kid? HAS HE BEEN KOCKING BOOTS WITH HIS DAUGHTER THE ENTIRE TIME!?!?!?!

After you finally calm him down and explain Erron shifts from concerned and scared to ver cool and seductive, in the was only he can do. "My such a dirty girl...perhaps you need a good spankin' to get you right."

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[libby-for-life]

Could you do a yandere lucifer x yandere lilith x adam oneshot, please

Maybe adam goes back in time to eden and realize he wants nothing to do with those two. But lilith and lucifer noticed the change and decided to do something about it.

.....mmmmm. Oh, this feeds the soul!

Adam fucking hated this. That bitch cyclops just had to kill him, didn't she? And now? And now he was in some cruel twist of irony and he was back in the Garden of Eden. He was back with her and Lucifer and he couldn't stand the sight of them.

He had already seen the glances they'd been giving each other. Acting as if he was stupid and couldn't feel the sexual tension between them.

Well, he already had his week of existential crisis and his meltdown. Now? Now he just wants to avoid all of them altogether. They want to have their shitty love story? They can have it! Just don't expect Adam to watch it!

With that in mind, Adam decided to ignore and avoid them. They can get kicked out of Eden for all he cares. Just as long as they aren't near him.

Lilith notices it first. She was always trying to find a way to avoid Adam. He wasn't cruel or mean, he was just...well, to be blunt, boring. He seemed so much like a...an empty vessel more than a man. Lilith was put off by it and always found excuses to be away from him. He believed her every time and she shoved the feeling of guilt for lying but....she couldn't be with him.

Then she realized she hadn't seen him in two weeks. Seeing Lucifer in secret had never been easier. She found it...odd. Usually by now, he would be calling her name and clinging to her like....like the monkeys that swung in the trees. Sometimes...it was far too tight and she just wanted some space.

Now, as she basked in the afterglow of what she and Lucifer just did, she couldn't help but question it.

"Lucifer?"

"Hm?" Lucifer replied, looking at her with the most caring and loving eyes. Lilith couldn't help but smile.

"Have...you seen Adam around? It's been a while." Lucifer cocked his head. Probably because Adam was never really brought up in the conversations they had.

He hummed before answering. "Now that you've mentioned it, I haven't seen him. That's odd. He'd usually be looking for us by now."

They both shared a look. Well, she supposed it didn't matter. Adam must be doing his own thing.

Another week passes and now Lucifer is getting worried. "You're both under my care." He said to Lilith. "I don't want something bad to happen to him. I'm going to go look for him." Lucifer searched Eden and found him on the other side of the garden. Far away from Lucifer and Lilith.

He was sleeping under a pile of animals. Wolves. All of them were huge compared to Adam’s slimmer frame. He looked so peaceful. See? Lucifer told himself. You were worried for nothing. All the same, he walked over to wake him up. Adam would be overjoyed to see him!

Adam woke up to someone poking his cheek. He mumbled and snuggled back into Metallica's fur. A baritone laugh made him sit up. Lucifer. He stood over him with a gentle smile. Adam ignored the feeling of nostalgia when he saw that smile directed at him and instead leveled the archangel with a blank look.

"Yes?"

Lucifer looked down at him with surprise. What, Adam's no longer vying for affection and you can't understand it? Tough titty.

"Uh...I was just checking up on you! I haven't seen you in a while! How are you?"

Adam held back a scoff. He's been avoiding them for three weeks and only now has Lucifer decided to check up on him?

"Fine. You can go now." Lucifer tilted his head and flinched. "You...want me to leave?"

"Yes. You're bothering me." Adam said standing up. He was smaller than his former angel form but he was taller than Lucifer. "You know what? I'll just leave." And Adam walked away with the rest of the wolves, leaving Lucifer to stare back in shock.

"He just left? He didn't want you there?" Lilith questioned, completely taken aback. This was NOT the Adam she knew.

"I was surprised too. He said I was bothering him." Lucifer looked down in thought and a bit of hurt came across her vision. Lilith hugged him and looked up at the sky in thought. Perhaps she should try? Adam was always happy to see her!

It took her a while to find him but she caught sight of him climbing a fruit tree, oranges, and she smiled. He had a look of determination on his face. A wolf pack surrounded the tree and she smiled and petted one. "Hi, Adam!"

She should have known better than to startle him. Lilith watched with horror as Adam lost his grip due to surprise and fell from his branch.

Quicker than what she thought possible, she ran forward and caught the First Man in her arms. Adam clung to her in surprise and a bit of fear crossed his features.

"Well, that could have been a nasty fall!" Lilith said, letting out a laugh. Adam was a bit smaller than her by a head so it didn't feel awkward to hold him like this.

Lilith watched in fascination as a red blossomed over Adam’s cheeks and he looked away. "C-can you let me down?"

Lilith held back a smirk but let him go. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." All traces of his blush were gone and Lilith looked at his indifferent face with shock. He...had never looked at her that way before.

"I'm going to go now. Don't follow me." Lilith was too stunned to do anything but gape at Adam as he walked away with the wolf pack. This was DEFINITELY not the Adam she knew!

"He's different. I didn't know how, but he is." Lilith said to Lucifer. "What do you think made him change?"

"I don't know. But we're going to find out." For the next month, they followed Adam and observed him. He seemed the happiest with animals and played with the wolf pack constantly. Adam would run when they approached so they stuck to following.

He seemed so...carefree. Happy. The two of them would smile as they watched the First Man just live his life and was perfectly happy with being alone. But...things really changed when Lilith and Lucifer saw Adam touch himself for the first time.

They were watching him sleep, when did they start doing that, and watched as Adam’s penis became erect. What was he dreaming about? Lilith and Lucifer couldn't help but blush when they saw it.

Adam woke up to his problem and he sighed. With a blush staining his own cheeks, he grabbed his penis and began stroking himself.

A moan tumbled out. They didn't realize how...sensitive he was. Lilith bit her lip as she watched slender fingers grip his manhood and rub it. He was...cute doing this. Lilith's blush deepened when she accepted that thought.

Lucifer was watching with hooded eyes as Adam went on all fours, ass up and head down as he touched himself. He had been turned on before but this was something else. It was on par with Lilith. A glance at her told him that she was turned on as well. Her face matched his. The face of someone watching prey and Lucifer bit his lip as smirked.

"Are you liking what you're seeing?" Lucifer asked and Lilith turned to him, eyes burning. "Yes."

"I am too." They both watched as Adam’s form arched and cute whimpers left his plump lips. He came on the ground, thighs trembling from being in that position for so long.

They watch him get up and walk away, presumably to wash himself. Then, Lilith turned him and gave him her look. The look she gave him was one of want and desire.

"I want him."

They decided to ambush him while he was bathing. They watched with smiles as he played in the water and swam around. Lilith bit her lip as she walked from the bush she was watching from and slipped in. Silently moving forward, she stood behind him as Lucifer's naked form came into view of Adam.

"Lucifer?!" Adam cried out and Lilith smirked at the blush that creeped all the way behind his neck and ears. Adam was so cute flustered like this.

"Taking a bath? Mind if I join?" Lucifer said, slipping into the water. "Uh—um," Adam stammered and backed up. Right into Lilith's awaiting arms. She hugged him from behind, pushing her breasts over his shoulders so that his face was cradled between them.

"I'm going to join too."

"Hu?!" A high whimper left Adam making the two others smirk. Aw, he's embarrassed!

"Hm. I think you missed a spot." Lucifer said, swimming forward. Adam watched him with a furious blush as the archangel brushed a hand over his toned stomach.

"Wa? Missed? I didn't miss anything!" Adam protested as the two chuckled. "Why don't I show you then?"

Adam would have jumped if Lilith wasn't holding him so securely because Lucifer licked a strip of his stomach with a devious smirk. Lilith cooed and kissed his cheek as Adam hid his burning face to the side. He was really quite sensitive!

"No! Wa—mm! I—ah!" Adam protested but Lucifer kept licking up and up his body and Lilith bit his ear at the same time teeth found their way on a nipple.

"Ah~!" Adam moaned loud and clear. They continued exploring his body as Adam writhed in Lilith's grip. "Oh, isn't he just the cutest?" Lilith said as she bit alongside his neck. Adam's breath met her breasts as he tried to hide from Lucifer's piercing gaze.

"He really is," Lucifer replied. "Carry him to the bank? I think we'll need to give him the attention he deserves."

Lilith scooped up Adam easily and he hung in her grip loosely, far too lost in his pleasure to realize they were moving. Lilith sat down and placed Adam on her lap before kissing him.

Adam's eyes widened in surprise and she easily took control. Making sure that she held an arm around his waist, she brought him close.

They broke apart, a string of saliva the only thing connecting them as she stared deeply into his eyes. She smiled when he whimpered in confusion.

"Lucifer. Want to try? He's a good kisser." Lilith watched as Adam’s face was turned to the side and Lucifer kissed him deeply. She moaned. Watching as Lucifer dominated Adam was...exhilarating.

He also said he wanted to try having sex with him. Lilith was confused at first as to how but Lucifer explained it to her and she was determined to see it for herself.

Once they broke apart, Lilith shifted Adam until his face was lying on her breasts. He looked at her with a small and wobbly smile, his eyes glazed.

"Aw. Did Lucifer make you feel good, Adam? What him to make you feel even better?"

"Yesh..." Adam slurred making the two coo at him. Lucifer bent down and licked at his pink bud. Adam's eyes widened but Lilith was quick to shush him and allowed him to bury his face in her breasts as Lucifer tongue fucked him.

Moans and whimpers filled the air, even more so when Lucifer entered him using something much bigger.

"Ah! Ah! So...big!" Adam moaned out, drooling on Lilith. He slumped in her grip and Lilith smiled and kissed his forehead. "That's it. Be good for us. No more running away. Understood?"

Adam nodded, far too lost in the sticky folds of his pleasure to understand Lilith fully, but the First Woman was happy nonetheless.

"That's right Adam," Lucifer growled. "You're ours!"

"Y-yours?" Adam slurred out. "But...why?"

Lilith tilted her head. "Because we want you."

"Ah! D-didn't want me, mmmm, before...."

Lilith winced. She really did hurt Adam by avoiding him. Well, he won't have to worry about it anymore.

"Then how about we prove it to you that you're ours?" Lucifer said before increasing his speed.

Adam clutched onto Lilith and cried tears of pleasure. Lucifer must have been hitting that special place called the prostate. Apparently, it made Adam feel immense amount of pleasure.

"Lucifer! Lilith! Yesh! Yesh!" He slurred out and moaned high when he came. He passed out, his face slumping into Lilith's breasts making the First Woman hug him close. Lucifer slipped out and kissed Adam’s neck before kissing Lilith.

"Wow....he felt so good!" Lucifer said and Lilith nodded eagerly. She gently transferred him to Lucifer so he could hold their Adam. She stretched and began washing off the semen. "He's ours now," Lilith said as she sat back down. "Ours."

Lucifer nodded and they both shared twin looks of possessive desire. Adam was theirs and Heaven help anyone who tried to take him away.

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[wzrd-wheezes]

Nothing More - Pt 1. R.L x Reader

Remus Lupin x Reader.

1.2k

Warnings: Nothing crazy in part 1, flatmate remus and reader, alcohol, swearing, slight angst if you squint.

A/N: Not going to lie this fic took me way longer than I care to admit and I'm planning on making it a multi part fic so please let me know if you'd like me to carry this on! Not a great deal happens in this part but there's going to be a lot to come lol

It was late evening and Y/N was cooking dinner in the kitchen of the flat that her and Remus shared. Remus was sat up on the kitchen counter crossed legged, drink in hand, staring melancholically at the floor. He was complaining, as he often did, about his life. 

“I’m just bored, you know?” he said, taking a sip of his beer, “I just feel like I’m stuck in this time loop with the most boring, repetitive life ever and it’s making me go insane.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes at him playfully, used to this kind of behaviour from her best friend after their years of friendship. 

“At least you’ve got a repetitive, boring life with a best friend that’s as good as I am.” she grinned, reaching over and taking the beer bottle out of his hand and having a swig. 

“Oi, no fair taking away one of the joys in my life,” he protested, “You already eat most of the food I make, at least let me keep something.” He snatched the bottle back from her with a laugh. 

“I’m literally cooking you dinner right now, idiot.” 

“I think my life would be so much better if I just moved to another continent altogether.” he groaned, looking at Y/N with a half-joking expression. She let out a snort and he looked at her quizzically. 

“You need to have a drink.”  

“I’m having a drink, idiot.” he parroted her from earlier, flashing her his beer. 

“No. We need to go out for a drink. To a pub or a bar or something so you can distract yourself from this weird existential crisis that you’re having.” she said, taking the pan off of the stove and portioning the food into dishes. “I’ll give James and Sirius a call. They’re always up for a spontaneous night out.” 

“They’ll just get drunk and start singing,” he chuckled, “Fine, but you have to look after them if they get plastered. Also, if I wake up in the morning and Sirius is half naked asleep on our sofa again, I’ll kick off.” 

They wolfed down their dinner and both retreated to their rooms to get ready. Y/N made a quick phone call to James and Sirius who were both on board with the idea of an impromptu night out. She was stood in front of the mirror zipping her jeans up and deciding what shirt to wear when her bedroom door swung open.  

“Are you ready yet or wha-” Remus stood frozen in place as his eyes fell on her body. Y/N’s head snapped round and she quickly covered her chest with her arms, albeit wearing a bra. A blush crept onto Remus’s pale cheeks and he quickly backed out of the room shouting an apology over his shoulder.  

“Sorry about bursting in like that, I didn’t think.” Remus said apologetically when she walked into the living room having finished getting ready. He was stood leaning against the kitchen counter drinking another beer. His oversized leather jacket hung from his shoulders and he had a cigarette tucked behind his ear. “I should’ve knocked or something.” 

“Remmy, I don’t think you’ve ever knocked before you come into my room,” she laughed, unphased by what happened, “Besides, it’s not like you’ve never seen some tits before.” 

He chuckled awkwardly, setting his empty bottle down on the side and ushering her out of the door while mumbling something about being on time for meeting the others. 

Sirius and James were already at the bar when they arrived and waved them over to where they were standing. It took a mere number of seconds before Sirius had order a round of drinks and handed them out. They made small talk for a few minutes, Remus standing awkwardly next to Y/N after their encounter from earlier, his cheeks still tinted pink. Y/N excused herself to go to the bathroom and Remus was left alone with the two other boys. 

“Have you guys just shagged or something?” Sirius quizzed, smirking slightly. Remus spluttered, all but spitting out the drink he had just taken a sip of. 

“What?” 

“Oh, come on, Moons.” James nudged him, “You’ve been blushing and looking awkwardly at her ever since you got here. What happened?” Remus took a breath and downed the rest of his drink. 

“I walked in on her changing earlier and I may or may not have seen her boobs.” He blurted out quickly. Sirius barked out a laugh. 

“Bloody hell, Moony. You’ve seen some boobs, big deal.” James laughed. 

“Oi, leave him alone. I remember the first time I saw some boobs.” Sirius said sarcastically. 

“Yeah, I remember it vividly and you definitely weren’t this excited.”  

"It’s not the first time I’ve seen some boobs and I’m not excited.” Remus rolled his eyes, “It’s just that it’s her and-” 

“And you’ve been pathetically in love with her since we were at school.” The other two boys said simultaneously. 

“I am NOT.” he replied, “she’s my best friend, that’s all. Nothing more. I’m just worried that she thinks I’m some weird pervert or something.” 

James cleared his throat and jerked his head to the side, gesturing towards Y/N who was making her way back over to them, manoeuvring through the crowds of people. It was a Friday night and the bar was packed, the lights had been dimmed and drinks were flowing freely. Most people had packed themselves onto the dancefloor, their sweaty bodies pressed against each other while their hands clutched onto their drinks. 

“Are we going to dance then, or what?” Y/N asked, grabbing her drink back from Remus who had been holding it while she was gone. The boys nodded and followed her to the crowd of people.  

One thing about going out with Sirius Black is that he buys rounds of drinks like it’s going out of fashion. He makes sure his friends have a drink in hand at all times. This being the reason that the four of them were now quite drunk. Sirius and James swayed tipsily to the music and Remus laughed at them. He noticed suddenly that Y/N wasn’t stood with them anymore. Assuming that she’d just gone to the bar for another drink, he wandered over. His eyes danced over the bar and across the sea of bodies that were surrounding it. No sign of her. Sighing, he ordered himself another beer and decided to carry on looking. His eyes darted quickly around the room before finally landing on Y/N, he smiled and started walking over. The smile soon dropped from his face as he realised what he was seeing. Y/N had her arms tangled round the neck of a guy, his hands resting on her waist as he kissed her. Remus’s knuckles went white as his fist tightened around the bottle of beer he was holding. His jaw tightened and he swore that he felt his stomach drop. 

“Fucking hell, Moons, we’ve been looking for you for ages.” Sirius’s voice suddenly spoke. His eyes followed Remus’s gaze to where Y/N was standing, “Ouch.” 

“It’s fine.” Remus’s voice came out strained, “She can do what she wants.” 

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin #maruaders #the marauders

[liesmyth]

#mercylives au? like either john finds out abt dios apate earlier or she doesn't go through w killing him

alas I can't come up with 5 distinct headcanons about this one because all my "no dios apate" AUs all end in mutually destructive nasty sex (believe me. I've thought about it).

So I give you... #mercycomesback

Mercy gets her heart exploded but her soul lingers. In the moments immediately after her death, there's enough left of her left that John can tug at it. Her body is kind of in shambles but it can be fixed. He's god. So he just shoves her back in

(He's still angry and spiteful and self-pitying and deluded but bringing her back gets Augustine to fall into line nicely)

Mercy is even angrier. She was betrayed; the possibility of revenge was taken from her; even her death was taken from her. She dipped her soul into the River for a hot second and it wasn't pleasant. She's hurt, she's thirsty for revenge, she wants to claw John's eyes out and eat his liver. The caveat is that dying and being shoved back in has unmade something within her. Her eyes are a different colour. Whatever was left of Cristabel's soul inside her slipped away. She's not a Lyctor anymore.

ngl this is just an excuse to prompt an existential crisis in someone who's been immortal for millennia, and hated it, or thought she did, but now that she's mortal again she's ???? sort of coming to terms with that. How does it feel to be just a human. I'm also always hinking about Mercy calling Gideon an abomination and I think they should have a conversation about that

this is ALSO an excuse to somehow end up with Mercymorn on the Ninth while the River demons attack. Maybe Phrrya spirited her out of the Mithraeum and she ended up there somehow. IDk. But it's very important to be that Mercymorn is there when the Tomb opens

#does this make sense according to tlt worldbuilding rules: probably not. do i care? also no #Anonymous #askbox games #5 headcanons AU asks #elle tlt posting

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Mother Knows Best (Riddle)

Reader has a signature spell where she can impose her will/thoughts onto people when she says "Mother knows best". Example: if she tells Ace his hair should be blue, he will dye it blue and firmly believe that his hair should be blue, until she either reverses the magic, or he is able to break away from it by questioning the thought until he finds out the truth. The spell remains dormant within him until subject of his hair is brought up, so Reader does not waste magic until it flares up.

Note: I only write female reader (she/her), as stated on the blog's description

— (☞ ᐛ )☞

Stay. Away. From. Him.

No, seriously, Riddle is terrified of you when he finds out what your signature spell does

It's the trauma

His mother already did enough of that without magic, he really doesn't need someone else using magic to do it

He's very paranoid at first, constantly questioning every single thought in his head, afraid that he can't separate which ones are his and which ones you have imposed on him

It'll take some time, and him almost going crazy in his existential crisis, until he calms down and gives you a chance

Appreciates that you're actually very respectful of other people's free will, and eventually believes that you use your ability scarcely, and when you do is either on something necessary, or a harmless prank (that he sometimes laughs at under his breath, but shhh)

You're a great help when dealing with rule breakers, though he tries to only get you when the situation is dire

Your power still freaks him out, even when you start dating and he trusts you with his life

You understand, of course. Humans (and humanoids) have an inherent fear of losing their freedom, it's understandable that he's not comfortable with it

(honestly, you're a bit scared of your signature spell too, and take great care not to overblot, cuz it'd be Hell to deal with. Thankfully, your ability does require some wordplay)

You two are feared by pretty much everyone, with Riddle's ability to take away magic and your ability to controlling people

Thankfully, you're more friendly, and easy to talk to, so people aren't as afraid of you

Some (particularly Heartslabyul students, since you either are in the House, or spend enough time there to be a honorary member) even call you "Mother" or any variation of that because of the name of your spell

(they call Riddle "Father", but never to his face. He knows anyway, and has no idea if he likes being seen as a paternal figure, or hates being called that by a bunch of grown boys)

— (☞ ᐛ )☞

"You should be heading to class, Trappola"

"Dorm Leader! You see, I'm—"

Riddle scoffs as he listens to Trappola try to explain his delinquency, while Spade tries to avoid looking at him, eyes filled with guilt. To think a good student like Spade is doomed to get entangled with this guy's terrible ways. He can't stand listening to another word out of the redhead's mouth.

"Enough!" Riddle interrupts, but before he can scold them, he sees his girlfriend walk up to them.

"Ace, you should go to class, Mother knows best, so listen to me"

Riddle watches as Trappola's eyes flash a deep wine red before returning to their usual shade. He excuses himself politely—as politely as Ace Trappola can be—and turns around, making his way to class. Spade looks relieved, giving both Riddle and (Y/N) a short bow before following his friend

"I figured something had happened when you weren't first in class," (Y/N) explains as soon as Riddle turns to her, stepping closer and taking his hand in hers "You ok?"

The redhead nods, squeezing her hand to assuring her he is not uncomfortable with her. Months ago, he would've speedwalked away from the scene as soon as he saw her approaching, but now he just tenses for a second when she says the phrase and relaxes soon after. It easy to progress after the overblot and much time spend together.

"How long is it going to last?"

"I'll take it back once he's in class and can't escape anymore"

"Good. Let's go, we have our own classes to worry about"

They walk in a comfortable silence, hand in hand. No doubt, this fulfilling feeling is all his.

#riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted Wonderland x reader #twst x reader #x fem reader #twst imagines #twst reader insert #twst riddle x reader #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #female reader

[miss-atena]

This is... Very much self-indulgent and for my own comfort right now. So, excuse anything that may be off, or a bit OOC. TW: Apathy crisis, existential crisis.

Cronus Ampora x Reader - Apathy

Cronus was never the smartest fish in the sea when dealing with people, especially when it is other's feelings. He may seem like the emotional type of guy (he has cried multiple times for human love songs), but dealing with others is way out of his league. He - and the rest of the Beforus trolls for that matter - keep wondering how he managed to actually score one. He was used to shooting his shot at others and missing by well over a mile, so his oh-so-not-smooth flirts actually hitting a soft spot for you made him lose his composure, and get fidgety. An adorable view, truly. Though in past times his bluntness and lack of emotional knowledge never affected you, it seemed as though fate had other plans. Apathy. Something all 13 of you have become used, almost acquaintances to. Sadly, being used does not mean it is easy to deal with. Some of you, like Meulin and Rufioh, have mastered the art of surrounding yourself with others to get better. Latula and Porrim tend to dive into hobbies to lessen the effects. You? Oh... Even after what seemed like thousands of years, it is a mystery what actually helps you. That is why, this time, Cronus went too far for you. It was simple, you were faking till you got better, but he ran his mouth too much. "Heyy~ hot stuff, are ya mad at somefin? Did'ya stub yer toes? Ya so dry it shorelly must'vwe been somefin goin' on." A pause, and an answer "I don't know what you're talking about Cro." "Huh? C'mon, bae~ Lemme guess... Meenah talked shit 'bout yer hair?" "Is... there something with my hair?" "wvah- NONONO! No it, uh, it looks as great as ya! Like alwvays, I just, uh, y'knowv howv she can get, haha!" You knew he was not trying to make you mad, yet... He didn't seem charming when being a dork, this time. Your pause, the look in your void white eyes that stared at his, and your look at the distance. That showed him something really was up. And also that he fucked up big time by running his mouth today. "Hey... Hey, look at me." "What?" "Y'knowv ya can trust me, right? Ya been here for me, wvhat good of a matesprit wvould I be if I didn't do the same?" ... "It's the... the thing, again. This stupid thinkpan of mine can't seem to co-work with my bloodpumper. It's like... Y'know how, like, sometimes the reality hits us? that... that we are gonna be here, forever. We will never grow old, travel the world, or... or have a life, again. We are stuck in the bubbles, and we don't have a future ahead of us anymore. Any... certainty we had once, from the moment our session ended, it will never occur, like, ever again." "Wvoah..." It took a while, the two of you staring at the abyss, on the edge of the dreambubble you two have been sitting on, a special place for you, as this is one of your bubbles. No one said anything. You couldn't feel uncomfortable, at that moment. The lack of emotions took a deep toll on you, but you instinctively looked at Cronus. When he looked at you, however, he didn't seem worried. Or afraid. He took his goofy fake 'human' cigarette put it on the corner of his mouth, and gave you his side grin. Not the smug one, the one he puts whenever he is really confident about what he is going to say. "I mean, ya not wvrong, by any means but... heh... Do ya think it is bad? I mean, hey! Wve are gonna be all here forevwer, so that means wve can at least, like, be together for eternity or wvathevwer. I used to be pretty damn bad wvith these apathy shellnanigans but... I'm not really that afraid anemonemore. I havwe the best fuckin' matesprit in the wvhole 'bubbles and, like, I'm pretty damn shore I can live the rest of a boring eternity if I havwe ya to make it interestin'!" As you two stared to the far, far void of nothing, outside the bubble, you instinctively reached a hand on top of his, which, as always, sent his face into a violet blush mess, and managed to drag a smile and chuckle out of you. "Can't complain with that, really."

#TW: apathy crisis #TW: existential crisis #homestuck #homestuck x reader #cronus ampora #cronus ampora x reader #cronus x reader

[starleska]

just finished watching Megamind vs the Doom Syndicate and i have some thoughts!! please do take this with a grain of salt as i'm just one person; i absolutely do not want to rain on anyone's parade!! if this is your favourite movie, don't worry about the gripes of some stranger on the internet 🥰

let's start with the positive!! despite what some people are saying there are things to enjoy about the film, and i think that lies in the fun of Megamind's old crew. although Behemoth looks a little phoned-in and Pierre Pressure was an easy joke, i really enjoyed the designs for Lady Doppler and Lord Nighty-Knight. the scenes they were in with Megamind were definitely the most engaging!! but that's...about where my enjoyment of the film ends. i think the film's biggest sin is the enormous amount of exposition-dumping and telling rather than showing. there were so many times where characters just...stated things about themselves, or spoke aloud why they were feeling the way they are. they're like...character notes that a writer jots down to keep track of emotional journeys. it really breaks the immersion and makes the characters feel mechanical, clunky, and a bit of a hivemind. Megamind and Roxanne in particular feel quite stripped of their original personalities, which is such a shame. then there's drastic reduction of chemistry between Megamind and Roxanne. canonically, this movie only takes place a couple of days after the events of Megamind, but the two are barely affectionate with one another to the point that it's weird. perhaps it was written as them being comfortable with one another, but at times it almost felt like there was dislike between the two of them...especially from Roxanne's side!! Megamind is hardly recognisable compared to his lovestruck counterpart from the first movie, and Roxanne's bold, caring nature seems to have evaporated. it makes it very hard to get invested in their relationship at all 💔 speaking of Roxanne, i find it such an odd choice to make Roxanne have an existential crisis about being dissatisfied with her life just a few days after the events of the previous film...you'd think she'd want to take it easy for a while! i feel this characterisation of Roxanne does her a lot of disservice, and reduces her more to plot functionality. Roxanne doesn't strike me as the kind of woman who'd be starstruck re: some kid's online following and decide she's inadequate by comparison. again, a lot of the things we love Roxanne for were just quite...absent, from this movie. you could predict what she was going to say well ahead of time, because she was just following the beats of the plot 😓 and the time-retcon...isn't it a bit weird that Megamind is a complete Internet n00b? it's one thing for him to be a bit out-of-touch with Gen Z (as he's relatable to us neurotypicals given his alien grasp on certain concepts), but he seems completely baffled by the concept of streaming and followers at all, and this movie takes place in a post-2020 timeframe. it's odd because Megamind is already established as a tech genius in the first movie, and we know he's somewhat affiliated with Internet slang by his use of LOL : ) when texting Roxanne!! perhaps this is a small nitpick that can be explained away, but it seems like a baffling choice and an excuse to write in a trendy character for the kids to relate to 😵 then, moving onto Keiko...she wasn't terrible by any means! but i wish she was more than a social media influencer to get Megamind with the times. if she's Megamind's number 1 fan, surely she would have been his fan while he was a villain...couldn't that have made for an interesting moral dilemma along with the return of the Doom Syndicate: having a child trying to follow in his previously-villainous footsteps? what about Keiko being taken under the wing of the Doom Syndicate after Megamind became a hero? 👀 those are my thoughts for now...i do hope all those talented Megamind fans will build upon these flaws in the movie and create more compelling stories from it 🙏💖

#i am curious as to how other Megamind fans feel about the new movie and if they have a more positive spin on the problems i mentioned #perhaps i'm being too harsh. love and hard work did go into this movie...i just wish it were something else #and you can bet your ass i'm gonna watch the show. even if it's exclusively for Machiavillain 😂💖 #megamind vs the doom syndicate #megamind rules! #megamind #roxanne ritchi #keiko morita #miss doppler #pierre pressure #behemoth #lord nighty-knight #ol' chum #minion #starleskatalks #long post

[realreulbbrband]

!BARBIE MOVIE SPOILERS!

I don't see anyone talking about the pink pantheress song "Angel" , well more specifically how the song is used in the film.

The song was what I was most interested about when the soundtrack came out. Being my favorite song, I thought it would take place when Barbie and Ken got separated in the real world.

However, the chorus of the song is utilized when we first meet Sasha, and my interpretation is that this is how Barbie views Sasha.

Long post below.

'(s)he could be the one to make me never freeze again,'

Sasha chose her from the shelves and took he out of the box, she played with her and gave her a story. Barbie loves Sasha, she's her girl, and at least to Barbie, I believe she'll always see Sasha as the little girl she needs to inspire the most.

'Cause one day, One day, my baby just went away My angel, You're what haunts me now that you're away'

while Sasha grows out of playing with Barbie, this doesn't diminish Barbie's feelings towards her, especially when she first arrives in the real world. Sasha can be seen as Barbie's angel, someone who bestowed purpose and life upon her when she was just a doll. The part about haunting her could easily be applied to the start of Barbie's existential crisis she has in the film. She and Sasha are connected, but that connection was lost when Sasha grew out of her Barbie phase. as often happens when young girls begin distancing themselves from traditionally girly things intentionally. Barbie's attachment to Sasha echoes the sentiments felt by many parents, such as Gloria, who experience a bittersweet mix of pride and nostalgia as their children grow and change. Barbie's emotions mirror what Gloria goes through when her daughter starts distancing herself from her previous interests.

'You won't check your phone so you can't tell me you're okay, because Jo̶h̶n̶n̶y̶, my baby, did it always have to end this way? '

We know Barbie went to the real world because of Sasha and believing she's going through something, but when they're meet up doesn't go well and Sasha calls Barbie a fascist. Barbie already thinks she's failed. It's why when Barbie is talking with Sasha she keeps going over what she's supposed to represent and how she's supposed to make Sasha happy and powerful.

When Sasha berates her, Barbie doesn't snap back. she tries to laugh it off but she's hurting inside and she asks to be excused. She cries and then she leaves Sasha, she leaves with the Mattel people because she doesn't believe she can change Sasha's view on her. (at least not right now)and she's convinced girls hate her. Going to Mattel is more like going to a place of comfort and possible reassurance after feeling like she's failed. That things are destined to end this way with her and Sasha. But Sasha does learn to appreciate Barbie after getting to know her better and going to Barbieland. Barbie is her doll at the end of the day and that's why even supposedly when she's about to leave she asks what Barbie's ending is. Even outright refusing the one she doesn't see as *her* ending. So no it didn't have to end that way and it didn't.

Anyways I think they're underappreciated and I love them <3

(source)

#wow me posting something that isn't cats #But yea I just wanted to talk about Sasha and Barbie's relationship a lil cause I have uncurable loving them disease #barbie movie 2023 #sasha barbie #barbie #Gloria barbie #yes I tweaked it cause PP describes a male in the song #not used to posting this kinda stuff since sdjida #not cats #mainly some lyric deep dive and how I think it's applied to them

[irish-urn]

As one does, I've been thinking about Dasey lately (what else do I do? Absolutely nothing) and how utterly unhinged they are for each other.

They've never really admitted their feelings in the canon of the show (because the writers are cowards) but they're just insane. Constantly. And I love that for them, truly, but how did either of them ever have a relationship?

I get the Sam thing, because Sam is a pacifist and a little bit of a coward and there's Casey and Derek's giving the all clear so Sam doesn't want to step on any toes. Casey has never had a problem with it, it's why she pursued the man (well that and it pissed off Derek and that's always a plus, he's so entertaining when he's pissy and staring at her like that), but they call it off because Casey just doesn't feel enough.

(please ignore, much like the writers, that Casey feels too much for Derek consistently throughout the show.)

Her next serious boyfriend is Max, who definitely makes sense as a guy Casey would date. He's enough of a douche, while also being attractive (ig, I don't see it) and Derek hates him. Being captain of the football team gives her an existential crisis because she completely changes herself for him, but Max is popular and the opposite of Derek. Max is supposed to be Prince Charming! But he pisses her off because he just doesn't understand. He doesn't even try to get her fucked up relationship with Derek, because he just sees it as insane and Casey being neurotic, because he doesn't get that no matter how annoying and insane Derek's being (like thinking he can fight The Fridge, what the fuck is he thinking?! Even Derek has more sense than that), she's going to fight to the death for him. Max just doesn't get it. And in the end, they break up because they're fundamentally incompatible. Max can't accept Casey, flaws and all, because he doesn't want the flaws.

(please ignore that Derek accepts all of Casey's flaws from the moment they meet, and as much as he pesters her about them, he very clearly appreciates them all like the writers did.)

And then there's fucking Truman. Not one of the better presidents or love interests. His introduction being rating women is definitely a sign he's fundamentally wrong for Casey and just her excuse to rebel, because he's not even that cute. He's just there and a "bad boy" and Casey wants to rebel a little. Truman is an ass and the worst and an obviously terrible person and partner, but she loves him because she sees the good in him. Even after he makes out with her cousin, which. Casey's a better person than me; I never would've spoken to either of them. When they break up, it's because Casey respects herself again.

(please ignore that Truman is a manifestation of all of Casey's worst fears about Derek, that he's all of his worst traits brought to life, that he parallels him in a weird number of ways for it to be normal like the writers did.)

Jesse is just there. He's boring, he's got a shaved head and facial hair for some reason, he can dance. Theoretically, this is Casey's Prince Charming. A boring, normal guy. Except they obviously don't work out because the man has no personality or spine. Throughout VWD, he just lets Derek do his thing, which is probably the only reason they last at all.

(please ignore that Jesse is literally designed to be the opposite of Derek, someone who's boring and living by a plan and that Casey should end up with logically but who it's clear she doesn't feel passion with like the writers did.)

Peter, arguably Casey's worst choice, is the absent husband who we know nothing about. Except that he plays hockey and lives like he's 15. Now, I have lots of headcanons about that, but Peter specifically seems to be someone that Casey doesn't want to talk about. There's no passion, there's exhaustion because he's not there.

(please ignore that Peter is Derek on the surface, in college, but he's nothing like him at the core of it because Derek sees Casey struggling and moves in without a second thought like the writers did.)

And then there's Derek's love interests. Kendra, who definitely was someone he only dated for status who liked him more than he ever liked her (which is truly tragic, because I love Kendra so dearly). She's supposed to be perfect for him, and on the surface, she is, but there's nothing deeper. That relationship was less intimate than most of Derek's friendships. Kendra bored him because she never challenged him on anything, she never really made him feel alive.

(please ignore that, for better or worse, Casey has always made Derek feel too much and too strongly and been there, in the front of his mind, since they met, like the writers did.)

Sally is sweet and kind and challenges Derek and forces him to deal with his emotions. She's everything that's theoretically perfect for Derek, but for whatever reason, what he feels for her is clearly never the strongest force in his life. He loves Sally, more than he's ever loved someone romantically, but I think they both know, even as the relationship is happening, it's not forever. Derek's always on his best behavior, trying to prove himself and Sally, I think she knew this was fun and young but not permanent.

(please ignore that Derek refuses to try and be anyone other than himself, whatever version he is that day, to Casey, that she's always the strongest force in his life no matter how much he loves Sally, like the writers did.)

Truly. With their behavior, how did either of them ever get into a relationship? And not canonically fall in love, have three kids, get married and live somewhere together surrounded by Casey's library (which, yes, Derek, was a necessity), the pond out back that Derek can play hockey on in the winter with the kids (well, except their son, who ironically refuses to play hockey. It's the greatest bane of Derek's life) even though Casey has 911 on standby the entire time, the basement that has somehow been turned into a half man cave half game room that is constantly full of teenage boys arguing over such things as the best Jane Austen adaptation and whether or not burping the alphabet is sophisticated, the old office (before Casey's library was finished) that the girls have turned into a sitting room, covered in whatever chaotic projects they're involved in (this week it's a robot and a skirt. Casey refuses to question it), and their entire family surrounding them? Truly, how is that not the canon of Life With Derek?

(writing this might actually make me write the fic where they have three kids and a domestic life. goddammit. I fully blame you.)

Do you mean to tell me that there are people out there who DON'T think about Dasey every day? Honestly, sounds fake.

Listen: I have been thinking about Dasey so much this week that I started and am already half-done another fic that I'm hoping to finish in the next few days when I SHOULD be writing a paper for school.

So first of all: yes to your thoughts. And to add to them: do you ever think about how utterly terrifying it must be to have these feelings? I mean, basic emotions are bad enough, but imagine having huge, fiery, irrational feelings for your STEP-SIBLING. Who is, by all accounts, the absolute worst.

And I know you and I have been very respectfully screaming at each other about Derek's self-esteem issues, but can we talk about how Casey's terrible choice in guys is a reflection of HER idea of her worth??? Like, I always understood why she liked Sam -- for all that he is passive, he's NICE and sweet and respects her (I don't think he's that cute, but attraction is irrational anyways). Max probably has a lot to do with Casey wanting to be seen as more than a keener and a grub. And Truman, well. We all know what Truman is.

(A+ analysis on Jesse too, btw)

The thing that gets me is Casey taking Truman back and Derek asking Emily out, because we as viewers are pretty sure it's the writers going, "Oh snap, we can't have Derek and Casey going to ANOTHER prom together. Once is a funny accident, two is a pattern." But if we remove the writers, what do we get? We get a Derek and a Casey who are equally as afraid to end up going to senior prom together, so afraid that Derek asks out Emily, who he has never shown interest in before, Casey takes BACK Truman, and then Casey wraps a bow of "same difference" around it just to finish it off.

They're. Both. So. Scared.

ALSO, we can scream about LWL, but I am a very vain person who thinks of her kick at the darkness series as more canon than that movie, as much as I enjoyed that movie, but we CAN scream about Derek and Casey as parents and how bruised they both are and how that movie just proved how much they need each other.

OR we can scream about Dasey's children and how I know all four of them and their lives and their very chaotic and loving household, and Derek's three girls who adore him and have him wrapped around their fingers, and Casey's little boy who everyone thought would be just like Derek because he LOOKS just like him, but he's a keener and clumsy and such a McDonald it makes Derek's chest hurt with how much he loves them. We can talk about dance sessions in the kitchen, about guitars and music sheets that don't stay in the music room, about video game tournaments and blanket forts when there's bad weather or a hard day at school or work; about stay-at-home Derek after he retires from hockey and how the basement becomes his hobby room (because once the kids are in school, he gets BORED, okay???) (Don't worry, I know where he ends up; it's in podcasting with Marti), about baking weekends with Casey, and family grocery trips.

Yes. Let's.

#asks #dasey #dustinswill #life with derek #i just love them so much????

[bisexual-queenie]

I want a fanfic of an Alternate Universe where for whatever reason George Joestar I and Will Zeppeli meet when they are younger and become the original Joestar and Zeppeli duo.

I’m thinking that Zeppeli, aged 19 here, is still learning the art of Hamon from Tonpetty, but for whatever reason he is sent to England to do some “soul searching” and ends up meeting George at like some sort of archeological dig site with his father or something. Zeppeli makes up an excuse for why he is there, which could be something like “Oh Im just visiting from Italy, and I got a bit lost, can you help?” and George’s dad is like “of course my boy! Come to our mansion”.

George and Will start to get closer, and Will opens up a little about staying with Tonpetty and learning Hamon. George, ever so the curious boy, wants to learn more and more about this strange boy and this super cool power of his, so he asks Will to teach him. Will then proceeds to have an existential crisis of wether he should go behind Tonpetty’s back to teach this kid a sacred art and wether he’d be good enough to do so. At this point, Will has JUST lost his father to the stone mask and has just been taken under Tonpetty’s wing as a rookie Hamon user. Feeling overwhelmed, Will runs of into a random part of the mansion.

George runs after him, already coming up with a multitude of apologies for scaring him. When he catches up with him, he sees one of the butlers scolding Will for accidentally bumping into him while running. Theres some xenophobic rhetoric flying towards him, as Will is still very much Italian, and immigrants from all over were not treated fairly by many at this time in history. Hearing all the outrageous things being said, George stands up for Will, ultimately telling the butler to never speak to anyone like that ever again, or he might suffer dire consequences.

Will, seeing this act if kindness and bravery from this boy, thanks him profusely, and as a thank you gift, tells him that he can try to teach George Hamon.

The next day, the two are in the grassy fields near the lake, where Will is preparing to test if George has got what it takes. Will is nervous. What if he doesn’t have the skill? What if everything is for naught? With a hesitant breath, Will hits George in the diaphragm.

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Thats all I have right now! Sorry if the characters are OOC, or if this entire thing doesn’t make sense. This is just a silly idea I had while hyper fixating on Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. The age of Will when he looses his dad is probably different than in canon, but Im pretty sure he was a young adult.

To anyone who reads this and actually finds it interesting, feel free to say something in the comments or tags, or even dm me!

#jojos bizarre adventure #jojo kimyou na bouken #jjba #george joestar i #will a zeppeli #william zeppeli #phantom blood #jjba part 1

[tobiasdrake]

Episode 13: Endless Eight, Part 2

I have been chomping at the bit all day to find out if I'm right.

YES. WE HAVE TIME LOOP. Haruhi is going to endlessly loop these last couple weeks of summer so that she can enjoy it eternally.

Kyon doesn't seem aware of it, which surprised me. He has a bit of deja vu....

But he's not fully cognitive of the fact that he's already done this before. I'm honestly surprised by that. He's the Viewpoint Protag so I kinda figured the show would make excuses for him to be the only one that remembers.

Wonder if Yuki knows this is happening? She'd be the person most likely to wake up this morning and go, "Oh, time has looped around. Neat."

Already, things are a little different this time around. Haruhi doesn't seem to be aware of her own abilities in general but I think she's at least somewhat aware that she's done this before. Her behavior is slightly off.

She snapped at Kyon for being late, just like she did last time, but she didn't shriek "PENALTY PENALTY PEN-AL-TY!!!" at him. Loop 2 Haruhi is less impatient to get started. She just took note of his tardiness and then went straight to business.

Then again, that might not be indicative of anything. What's really weird about the loop is that everyone's wearing different clothes. We went from this on Loop 1:

To this on Loop 2:

Yuki's still wearing her school uniform but Haruhi, Mikuru, and Itsuki are dressed differently. Kyon also has a different outfit, though you can't see him in these shots.

So it's not a typical time loop where everything is exactly the same save for what gets directly influenced by the looper. Which makes sense because Haruhi's never demonstrated the ability to move time before.

Could she be looping events... the hard way?

Like. Okay. Hear me out. There's an episode of Futurama that introduces a crazy-ass form of space travel. Where, instead of propelling the ship through space, the ship's engines push the entire universe around it. It remains in one place while the universe is forced to move. Traveling through space the hard way.

Could Haruhi be moving through time in a similar fashion? Like. Erasing everyone's memories and warping the universe around them in order to put the sun and Earth back where they were two weeks ago? So the events did happen but now they're going to happen again because Haruhi manually rewound the universe? But with the small details like everybody's laundry baskets left where they were?

I dunno. I'm probably way off base. Might just be probabilistic or something. But. This is kind of fascinating, for how it's not exactly a time loop yet is.

Itsuki, like, Kyon, seems unaware of what's happening but he's got vague flashes of memory related to Loop 1.

Wonder if Loop 1 is actually Loop 1 or if we've been looping for a while and are only now noticing?

Yuki seems bothered by something. Which makes me think she might be aware of the loop. She took some time at the pool to be off by herself and just have introvert time in Loop 1 too, but there she looked like this.

Her posture was much more open, as if she was simply staring into space and thinking. Loop 2 Yuki looks like she's having an existential crisis.

Mikuru still wants to scoop goldfish and makes no indication of anything out of the ordinary.

As the time traveler, you'd think Mikuru would be the first to realize something's off about time. But Mikuru's not very good at her job because she's mainly in this show to be the object of Kyon's ogling and Haruhi's harassment.

#the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya #drake watches haruhi suzumiya #haruhi suzumiya #kyon #itsuki koizumi #yuki nagato #mikuru asahina

[abandoned-as-mustard]

I gotta get this off my chest. Am I the only woman who didn't like it? Really???

Here's a spoiler (rant) review, (not) sorry

To start off with, I really appreciate the effort into set design, fashion, music, choreography, casting, all the historical barbie references, how important barbie is to many girls, the nostalgia, HOWEVER....

'It's not meant to be taken seriously!!' The movie preaches about patriarchy and feminism, they literally go to the real world and interact with these real concepts, we are made to sit through feminist speeches about women who hate themselves, how are we not meant to take that seriously?

Fucking hell, I was being whammed on the head with a sledgehammer, the plot can literally be summarised with 'taking down the patriarchy'. And that itself isn't the bad thing, it's how they framed it -

Because just when that plot concept itself became clear, as if I was entirely stupid and needed to be reinformed, they then had several feminist quips and jokes (which can be summarised as 'haha look how women don't have any power in our US centric world view!') and speeches (used as actual plot devices to un-brainwash the barbies once the kens took over) wherein if I was a woman who already fucking hated myself and had no self esteem and hadn't seen any other movie in my life, I would've loved. While I understand many women hate themselves, the fact that there are women who don't hate themselves wasn't acknowledged at all when 'women' is used as a general term.

So guess I'm counted out.

There are scenes where the Ken dolls start enjoying stereotypically guy things like 'watching the godfather' and 'liking trucks' and 'having beers' and putting flatscreen TVs everywhere, and they are also even apparently mansplaining to the barbies. It's portrayed in such a silly way that suggests there is something cringe in real men genuinely liking any of those things. Yes, Ken is silly, but you are now incorporating real things.

I was confused the entire time - what is this supposed to be? A fun silly movie? THEN WHY ARE YOU PREACHING AT ME? WHY. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. DOES BARBIE SEE THE HORRIBLE REAL WORLD AND GO 'yes please I want to be there and find myself'

I'm sorry, what? You literally just established that ken's only role was to be Ken to barbie, and that he had to be himself, but you're saying barbie can't do any of that from barbie land just because she doesn't have a 'role'? THE MAN WHO DID NOT HAVE ANY ROLE EXCEPT TO BE A BARBIE SIMP GOT TO STAY BUT BARBIE BARBIE HAD TO BECOME REAL?

oh yeah and the whole 'become human and feel but also you'll just die at the end' because thanks yeah that's what we all believe right, that death is the end of everything but the pitiful excuse of our lives and ~~~~feelings~~~ makes it worthwhile? You can just tell an existential person wrote this

But also there were the weird metaphysical elements with the literal ghost of the creator of barbie being referred to as 'creator' and that she 'can't control you' so yeah, that perfectly sums up the fucked up theology and how humanity really fucking likes to think of themselves as gods.

'Mustard you're taking this way too seriously!! It's a fun silly movie about pink and clothes and dolls!' THEN WHY WASNT I ALLOWED TO ENJOY IT WITHOUT WATCHING BARBIE BECOME SOME RANDOM HUMAN WOMAN IN THE CHEESIEST FUCKING SEQUENCE???? She wasn't even allowed to be 'my' doll anymore!

'But barbie shouldn't only exist to be yours!' SHE IS A DOLL THAT IS HER PURPOSE

'But barbie never got to choose ken' - she's also a doll (Aka, not real, despite what the movie portrays). She has like, 200 careers. Having a hot boyfriend is not a serious problem. Barbie actually LIKES ken in other Barbie movies, and why would their theoretical doll relationship even exist if she didn't like him? (If you say heteronormativity I will bite you.)

His existential crisis was the problem that led to Kendom, but they did not spend an awful lot of time on his character for that. Barbie is allowed to sledgehammer home the points about women's self esteem and needing being perfect, but you LITERALLY HAVE KEN DOLLS RIGHT THERE being toned and sexy and hot, AND THEY DIDNT GIVE ANY LIP SERVICE TO THAT IN RELATION TO REAL MEN. EVEN ONE LINE. the closest they come is 'you're ken, not 'and ken'. Uhh thanks? If I based my feminism on this (which some people already are) then I wouldn't think men have ANY problems being human beings.

Barbie and Ken don't even end up together! It's not even that, but that they separate them so that they can NEVER be together and maybe I don't know, LEARN to love each other?? Clearly some of the other barbies were still attached to kens after they stopped being brainwashed. Why couldn't our barbie?

So the other problem is the heavy marketing of ken's feelings for barbie (complete with music video) made it seem like a romance. It was not a romance. And I felt like an idiot for expecting a little romance.

It swings from wildly silly to heavy concepts and back within seconds.

'But it's about forced heteronormativity' and 'amatonormativity' *BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU* so it's NOT just a silly movie then? Huh?

WHAT IS THIS MOVIE TRYING TO SAY?

That's its real problem.

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS PINK, BARBIE MOVIE, COULDN’T YOU JUST LET IT BE A FUN MOVIE WITHOUT FORCING ME TO SEE BARBIE BECOME PART OF THIS SO-CALLED TERRIBLE WORLD?

#barbie movie #barbie spoilers #barbie movie spoilers #barbie

[icharchivist]

DGM 248 spoilery thoughts:

(link to the chapter there)

-There's something so soft and intimate about all of them naping together it makes me want to cry

-Allen sleeping with the jar is so upsetting :(

-"haha yeah Allen! Go stay hydrated! this is what you deserve king! .... something is going to go wrong."

-AND WHAT A THING. HELLO NEA? ITS BEEN A WHILE.

-NEA YOU CANT SAY THAT TO PEOPLE

-World's most adorable and annoying parasite.

-Man Nea is REALLY MAD Allen forgot about him. But he is really being a bitch about it :sob:

-Also Nea REALLY doesn't want Allen to go to the Campbell Mansion? I hope it doesn't discourage Allen since it's our only clue as to bring Lavi back in the story since it's the only place that seems to hold answers. But if anything that just makes the mansion even more suspicious to hold actual answers.

-EXCUSE ME EXCUSE ME EXCU???? HAS ALLEN NOT BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH PEOPLE USING HIM

-first this page absolutely slaps, it looks gorgeous

-Second, that's good Allen knows about it now, i kinda. forgot he wasn't aware of it yet

-but third: Nea and the WORST WAYS to inform someone they should start having an identity crisis.

-He's SOOO petty about the fact Allen gave himself to him, then forgot about him, and now is actively working against him. Fucking blows man.

-So like does Allen have to expect Nea to pop up from any mirrors to give him existential crisis at all time. poor lad.

-Allen you were doing such a good job at finally opening up to the people around you and not lying and faking a smile to pretend that everything was alright while nothing is. Sweetie you had made progress like, yesterday night. Please. Don't lie now. especially when Nea told you something super important that everyone could try to learn about.

Esp since you have Kanda with you right now like *grabs his shoulders* how about you talk with mister "was forcefully reincarnated in a new body without my memories" when the man inside of you tells you you've been reincarnated in a new body without your memories, but out of your own free will. Allen. Allen.......

I mean i know why he does that, Allen always takes everything upon himself and all but :( god this is so sad, he was making progress and Nea just came along and ruined everything again.

im in shamble.

Anyway it was a great chapter reminding us of the threat Nea has and how difficult the whole thing is emotionally speaking for Allen.

Damn all i wanted was him to be hydrated and now he has yet another identity crisis :( this guy never wins.

Chapter was gorgeous also. A wonderful read. thank you Hoshino-sensei. And thank you to Kougeki scans as always!

#ichablogging dgm #dgm spoilers #dgm248

[thyandrawrites]

Hello,

I want to ask about Dabi's motivations revenge wise. From what I understand, Dabi's motivation is fueled by an existential crisis with him saying something along the lines 'I'll burn everything Endeavor owns that will be the proof I was ever existed' (when fighting Todoroki).

How does his revenge and actions actually line up with his original motivations of justifying his existence because I don't see how. (maybe he has other motivations ofc which idk of)

Hey again!

This is a bit of a complex topic, and I'm not sure I can quite put it into clear enough words, but I’ll try my best to answer your question.

Let’s start off with this: Dabi’s actions as a villain are in itself a desperate attempt to justify his existence. 

To help you better understand what I mean by this, I need to take a step back and explain why Dabi thinks his existence needs a justification in the first place. 

Even as a child, Touya always understood his birth as a transaction between his parents; he was brought into this world as a genetic esperiment, a melange of their quirks that was supposed to land Enji with a perfect heir. 

That self-awareness is crucial here. Knowing that his birth was staged with a specific purpose in mind, and wasn’t just the culmination of an act of love between two people who want to make a happy family together, warped Touya’s entire self-perception. It made him believe that besting All Might wasn’t simply the goal of his future career as a pro hero, but first and foremost the reason behind his existence. 

Now, it’s important to understand why this is an extremely unhealthy belief. Individuals don’t exist for a purpose, they simply are. 

On top of that, healthy child development relies on receiving unconditional love. For a child to grow up well, they need to know their parents love them and will take care of their needs. However, in the Todoroki household this was always backwards. Not only did Enji never offer any unconditional love, but it was the children that were expected to provide for the needs of the adults who brought them to life. This of course had a huge negative impact in their development, particularly in Touya’s case.

It’s not normal for a five year old to wonder why he’s alive and despair at his lack of answers. While it’s natural for children that age to want their parents’ attention and approval, it’s unhealthy and toxic for them not to have a sense of self outside of that wish to please them. But because Enji wanted Touya to fulfill his ambitions, he never encouraged his son to develop an individuality—that is to say, all the unique traits that would make Touya himself. Instead, Enji raised him with the expectation that Touya would be a Endvr 2.0, a perfected version of himself who would finally be strong enough to beat his rival. 

This is why Touya's "fire" remains "lit" even after he was casted aside, by the way. 

It’s not that Touya can’t quit training in secret because he’s too stubborn for his own good, unlike what the rest of the family thinks. It’s that Enji’s parenting brainwashed him to believe he only exists to train until he’s strong enough to beat All Might, so again, achieving that is not just a goal, but a requirement to be on this world as Endvr’s son.  

Are you still following me? I hope so, because keeping in mind this much is the key to understanding his motivations as a villain. 

As you quoted yourself, Dabi’s looking to “prove he ever existed.” But what does that mean? And how does revenge factor in it? 

To explain this we have to remember that Touya’s breaking point is not the moment he becomes a failure in his father’s eyes. That happens when he’s five, but up until he’s sixteen, he’s still holding on to the hope that all he needs to regain his father’s attention is proving himself worthy of it. Even after Enji leaves him alone at Sekoto Peak and Touya burns alive, the moment Touya wakes up he’s already making excuses for his dad and ready to go back to their usual shtick: 

So his actual turning point is going back home and finding that altar with his photo on it. That’s when he says farewell to Touya, prays at his own shrine, and leaves that identity behind to become “Dabi.”

The reason why this happens is simple. All this time, Touya firmly believed that there was a reason why he existed, and that he only needed to show it to his dad so that Enji could acknowledge it too. But after finding out that in his absence his family proclaimed him legally dead and moved on with their lives, his sense of self cracks and shatters. Touya takes it as the ultimate failure: his family put him in a condition where he can no longer prove anything. So long as he “lived”, he still had a purpose to fall back on. But in death, which is the definition of non-existence, Touya feels forced to accept that this is the end of the line, that he’ll never measure up to those expectations. That as far as his father’s concerned, Touya’s attempts to give meaning to his life ceased there, and that all that remains of that prodigy is a picture on an altar, a memory of a failed creation that Enji could conveniently leave behind in the past. 

So when Dabi rants about his need to “leave a mark on this world” and “prove he ever existed,” this is what he’s talking about. Everything he does as a villain can still be understood as a desperate effort to be seen and acknowledged by his father. But how can he achieve that when Enji always refused to look at him, no matter how strong Touya was? 

The answer is by becoming a villain. Since Enji always used the excuse that he was too busy in what he called “the world of heroes” to ever perform his duties as a father, Touya decides to meet him on even grounds as the enemy instead of pointlessly waiting for his dad to give him the time of day. 

Training until he masters all of his father’s moves and planning a revenge plot to ruin him are also instrumental to that subconscious need to prove his worth. Yes, Dabi wants to make Enji suffer, to take away everything that mattered to him and then kill him, but at the same time he also just wants his father to recognize Dabi’s strength. You can see it in his reaction when Enji still refused to face him at the beginning of this second war arc. 

“was I still not good enough for you to even acknowledge me?"

#Meta:dabi #Dabi #Todoroki touya #Bnha spoilers #My post #Ali replies

[corner-stories]

handwriting

Jean Kirschtein. Mikasa Ackerman. Chemistry Notes. Lacrosse Games. Shiba Inus. High School AU. 2870 words. (ao3.) | part 1

The pressed forget-me-not rides in Mikasa’s textbook, the one with flowers doodled into the margins. It stays there as she attends her final class of the day, then heads off to soccer practice. 

She forgets about the note and the flower as she runs down the field, chasing the ball as she scrimmages with her teammates. She practices assists with Historia and shooting drills with Mina at the net until the sun disappears on the horizon. 

When Mikasa heads home, she enters the house on the west side of town. She calmly greets her Aunt Kiyomi in the living area, as well as the Azumabito household’s resident Shiba Inu. The dog screams in delight upon seeing its favorite human. Mikasa turns down her Auntie’s offer to watch a movie together and retires to her room for the night. 

After changing out of her clothes and into something more comfortable, she flops down onto her bed and wonders how difficult sleep will be tonight. As she rests, the dog pushes its way through her ajar door and hops onto her bed, immediately making itself comfortable amongst the cushions. Mikasa doesn’t protest and lets Panko Ackerman-Azumabito rest his head against her thigh. 

But before Mikasa drifts off to sleep, she remembers the flower she slipped into her textbook. 

Hopping off the bed, Mikasa goes to the backpack on the floor and digs inside. Panko can only sit up and watch in confusion. 

When Mikasa procures her textbook, she goes to her desk and finds the flower and note. 

It hasn’t changed since the moment she saw it fall out of her locker. It feels so small as she holds it in her fingers, as if the stems or the leaves could wither and rot if she does something wrong. 

That same feeling of curiosity fires up in her head, the one she experienced when initially finding the flower. 

She can’t even fathom who could have sent the note. She barely talks to people in school, reserving most of her words for answering questions or communicating with her soccer teammates. 

She’s not even sure which class she shares with the person. She doodles in her textbook during all of them. 

Mikasa holds the note in the light and looks it over again, trying to find some trace of identity aside from the phrase “I heard you liked flowers” scribbled onto the lines. But alas, she can’t find it. 

She reads the message over and over again, committing it to memory, everything from the hue of the pen to the intricacies of the handwriting. 

Questions dance fervently in her head. 

Who sent this? Why did they send it? Why didn’t they sign the note? And why a forget-me-not?

Then after a moment, Mikasa lets out a sigh. She slips the note and flower into her journal and tucks it away into her desk drawer. 

When she goes to sleep that night, her dreams feel blank and grey. 

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Jean tries not to get hung up on his gesture. To be frank, he had not put any thought into what the aftermath of his gift would be. 

What is he to do now? Keep watching Mikasa during study hall? Pray that she somehow figures it out? Or go under a rock and die?

With the feeling of despair currently making his chest feel like an empty hole, Jean highly considers option three. 

The seconds after seeing Mikasa holding his pressed forget-me-not turns into minutes, then hours, then a whole day passes and he still can’t shake the sight from his head. He swore he saw her smiling, even if it was just for a little bit. 

At least when Jean wakes up the next morning, the initial shock is gone. He doesn’t feel as torn and sick as he did the day before, but still he barely touches his breakfast while going through his daily existential crisis.

After heading to school, Jean is thankful to have a reason to distract himself. He’s never been a slacker, but today he makes his chemistry notes extra thorough as an excuse to not think about that one certain thing. He doesn’t even joke around when Sasha falls asleep beside him. 

The hours and classes drag on, then soon Jean heads to the fateful study hall that started it all. 

As he navigates the hallway, the nervous knot in his stomach returns. With a sigh, Jean pulls his green hoodie over his head and places his headphones over his ears. He blasts the first song he can find to drown out the noise. 

When he enters the room Mikasa’s in her usual spot, except instead of drawing in her textbook or going over her homework, her glassy eyes are scanning the classroom. 

The knot in Jean’s stomach gets worse, much worse. He tries not to look like a deer-in-the-headlights as he scrambles to his seat.

Throughout class he doesn’t even spare a glance at her, fearing that doing so would lead to dire consequences. He’s probably put her on edge now, as she’ll be extra vigilant in order to find out the identity of her secret admirer. 

So to not rouse suspicion that the big dumb lacrosse player took the time to press a flower for a girl he liked, Jean goes over his chemistry notes like he’s trying to find the cure for cancer. 

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The days go on and the lingering thought of the flower in her locker begins to fade. Mikasa keeps herself occupied with other things — soccer practice, SAT prep, or the university brochures that her Aunt kindly placed on her desk. 

Kiyomi is always observant, but either she hasn’t noticed her niece being preoccupied by something else or is too kind to bring it up. 

Around this time of year, in the midst of spring, Mikasa gets particularly glum. When she feels the remaining chill of winter melting away, it’s hard for her to feel entirely happy. The anniversary of her parent’s death — which happened barely a month after her ninth birthday — has been igniting her lingering grief for nearly a decade.  

At least Mikasa wakes up one morning to find an intricately prepared bento box in the fridge. The note on it reminds her to bring it to school. Kiyomi has always done this, leaving ample amounts of food in her niece’s vicinity to counteract Mikasa’s habit of not eating when she’s sad. It’s always nice to know that Kiyomi cares in her own way. 

One day Mikasa is standing near the net during soccer practice. Beside her Sasha — the team’s left winger — and her current partner for working on assists. 

As they work together to slowly kick a line of balls into the net, Sasha chats to Mikasa about whatever’s on her mind. Their interactions are usually like this, Sasha being a motor mouth while Mikasa nods along with her usual stoic, emotionless expression. Whether they be at practice or eating lunch together, it’s always the same. At least Mikasa can find comfort in the routine and familiarity. 

Today Sasha is telling her friend about the depths of boredom that can only be experienced in the throes of AP Chemistry. When the brunette brings up her habit of snoozing in class, Mikasa begins to wonder if anyone in her generation is capable of getting any sleep. 

Then suddenly, Sasha passes a ball with a little too much force and Mikasa ends up kicking it high into the air, something she was very much not intending to do. As it goes flying she can already tell that it’s going off the intended trajectory.

Unsurprisingly, the team’s star striker causes the ball to soar with breathtaking speed. Mikasa and Sasha watch as it heads towards the running track surrounding the sports field. 

The ball gets dangerously close to hitting some poor unsuspecting person trying to get a few laps in. It lands just in front of a guy in a green hoodie, causing him to curse and stumble back. 

While Mikasa feels horrible for the deed, Sasha lets out a laugh and clutches her stomach as she guffaws.

“Whoa! Looks like it’s raining balls, Jean Boy!” Sasha exclaims in utter glee. 

After sharply elbowing her friend to quiet down, Mikasa gets a better look at the person on the track. It’s the guy in her study hall who brings his lacrosse stick to class at least three days a week. 

“Sorry about that!” Mikasa calls out to him. 

When their gazes meet, Mikasa immediately notices a sense of nervousness taking over Jean’s disposition. At first he seems annoyed with Sasha, which is unsurprising for most people who know her, but the second Jean looks at Mikasa his face softens and he begins to look sick. 

“Uh… it’s fine…” he stammers out. Awkwardly, he grabs the ball that almost struck him head on and kicks it back to the field. 

She’s noticed him acting like this in class once or twice before, sometimes being surprisingly quiet and reserved out of the blue. He usually chats with his seat mates during the hour — to what extent Mikasa doesn’t know, but it’s a lot more than her. Seeing him huddle to himself does feel a tad bit peculiar, but perhaps she’s reading too far into things. 

When the ball returns to the field, Mikasa runs to grab it off the ground, then says — “Thank you.” 

Jean manages a smile despite his unease and gives a friendly wave. 

“You’re welcome!” 

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A week and a whole lacrosse game later, Jean returns home with his mother and does not hesitate to let himself rest. After tossing his dirty uniform in the laundry hamper, he takes a quick shower to rid himself of the dirt and grass on his skin. At least tanking that body check was worth it, since protecting Connie Springer ensured the team’s winning goal. 

Once he’s clean, Jean heads back to his room and lies on his bed. He’s exhausted from the game, but before nodding off he manages to read a handful of texts sent to him while he was busy. His teammate Thomas is congratulating him for providing the game-winning assist, Connie applauding him for surviving a body check from the absolute unit of a defender on the opposing team, and the final is a message from Sasha regarding something completely unrelated to the whole-ass lacrosse game she just watched him in. 

‘Oh Sasha, never change for anyone,’ is the last thought on Jean’s mind before he truly falls asleep.

As per usual, Jean heads to school the next morning. Except instead of heading straight to art class to dick around until the bell, he’s making a stop at his locker to pick up the fabled chemistry notes that Sasha so kindly begged for. 

Despite his somewhat messy penmanship and the single staple haphazardly holding the papers together, at least the notes are thorough. 

As Jean traverses the crowded hallways, he wonders when Sasha will actually start staying awake during class instead of mooching off him to pass. One should expect more from a senior on the verge of graduation, but one should also expect that the inner mechanisms of Sasha’s mind must remain an enigma. 

As Jean walks, another text tells him to head to the soccer field to make the transfer. Due to the abundance of emojis following the message, he does what he’s told.  

After he exits the schools’ north building, the warmth of the sun grazes his skin. As he traverses the student parking lot, he’s suddenly thankful for a reason to be outdoors. 

When Jean arrives at the field he walks on the path between the bleachers and the running track. After scanning the area for Sasha, he looks forward and suddenly realizes that he’s in proximity of the last — or perhaps the first — person he wants to see. 

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As a handful of her teammates scrimmage on the field, Mikasa remains at the side to warm up. With a few dynamic stretches she can feel the blood flowing in her veins and her muscles beginning to activate. Morning practices are not her favorite, but it’s a good distraction from her usual post-winter blues. 

Once she finishes her final stretch and gets onto her feet, she glances up to see a person she doesn’t often see at this time of day. 

Jean’s hair is scruffy as he walks near the bottom of the bleachers. His disposition is uneasy, just as it has been before, but he manages to approach her with a boyish smile on his face — the kind that is subdued, shy, but ultimately genuine. 

“Hey, Mikasa.”

She tilts her head to the side and furrows her eyebrows at him. “How do you know my name?”

“We’ve gone to school together for the last four years,” he explains, his tone turning dry. “And we have study hall. And weren’t you in my bio class last term?”

Mikasa tries to think back to where or when she would have seen his face. At this point in her high school career, everything becomes a blur the second she’s finished with it. Only a select few things have managed to linger with her.  

But nonetheless, she nods her head slowly and pretends to know what she’s talking about. “I think so.”

There is a beat, and Mikasa can’t help but notice that Jean’s nervousness returns. His resting face often looks mean and sullen, yet somehow — standing in front of her — Jean has suddenly adopted the mannerisms of Panko in a veterinarian’s waiting room.  

He runs a hand through his hair and avoids her gaze. “Uh… have you seen Sasha?”

Mikasa gently tilts her head towards the field. Jean looks over just in time to see Sasha doing passing drills with Historia near the net. 

“Coach threw her in at the last minute,” Mikasa adds. 

Jean clicks his tongue. “Ah.” 

As Mikasa reaches down to adjust her shin guards, Jean slips off his backpack and rummages inside. What he takes out is a handful of papers with various paragraphs and chemistry equations scribbled onto them. 

For a guy who worked somewhat diligently in every study hall, Mikasa has never noticed how messy his notes could be. 

“Could you uh… do me a favor and give these to her?” Jean asks as he hands over the papers. “Sasha seems a little…” 

He pauses, then looks to the field just in time to see the girl in question tripping over the ball. 

“...preoccupied.”

Just like before, Mikasa nods slowly and takes the papers. As sleep-deprived and tired as she tends to be, she’s not too unkind to refute a simple request. 

“I can do that.”

Jean gives her a slight grin as he slips his backpack on. “Uh… good game last week, by the way.” 

Mikasa raises an eyebrow. “You attend the girl’s soccer games?”

Jean nods like it’s the easiest thing in the world. 

“Yeah, for Sasha mainly, but you’re all good,” he lauds. His smile towards her gets just a bit brighter. “You’re a better midfielder than most dudes on the lacrosse team, that’s for sure.” 

Mikasa lets out a hum, which is the closest she can get to laughing. She finds something humorous in Jean’s ability to applaud her while simultaneously shit-talking the guys he plays alongside. She’s tempted to start attending the boys lacrosse games just to double check his claims.  

“I suppose that’s a compliment?” she asks, her tone getting just a bit softer. 

Jean gives her a nod. “It is.” 

For a brief second, Mikasa glances down to her cleats. They’re muddier than she thought they were. 

“I’m not good at taking those,” she says in a voice that’s more like a whisper. 

When she looks up again there’s a sense of sincerity in Jean’s eyes. She’s only realized now that they’re hazel. The hue goes well with the ashy brown tones of his hair. 

“Then you better learn,” Jean tells her, and his voice becomes warm and gentle. 

Mikasa’s grasp around the papers tightens as a rush of warmth surges to her face, but she doesn’t know why. 

Jean’s smile persists, and when he voids her gaze again he seems to be having a short, private moment to himself. Mikasa can practically see the gears turning in his head, but she can’t quite pinpoint what he’s thinking about. 

When he looks at her once, he manages a polite nod. 

“See you at study hall, Mikasa,” Jean says, and the way her name rolls off his lips feels so effortless. 

Jean turns around and walks away from the field. For a few moments, Mikasa remains where she is and watches him leave until he is a speck between the bleachers and the running track.

Once he’s gone, she folds the notes in her hands and walks to her backpack at the bottom of the bleachers. She has no choice but to stash them somewhere until Sasha’s done rolling in the mud. As she sits down to put the papers away, her eyes glance upon the scribble-like penmanship on the pages. 

Her heart skips a beat when she recognizes the handwriting. 

#jeankasa #jeanmika #mikajean #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #mikasa ackerman #sasha braus #kiyomi azumabito #high school AU #snk #Panko is the real MVP of the story

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While I like the ‘older siblings’ vibes, I feel like it would take the Glamrocks a various amount of time and interaction before the BAL!Boys are really accepted into the gang. And considering how reckless they swing around fully-grown humans, even Freddy’s wary of their incoming reintroduction to the extremely more fragile audience Sun and Moon would be preforming to. The bear is the only other one then Chica willing to give the boys a chance. Monty knows he’s being a hypocrite. A massive scaly hypocrite. But at least all his damage is relegated to easily (but annoying to) replaceable stuff (Like Bonnie). Humans aren’t. And certainly not kids. He may play monster, the rebel, the villain. Those clowns. That shambling thing of barely functioning code and bolts. It is one. And Roxy? She doesn’t need to access to the cameras to witness Y/N scrambling away from the ‘phantom’ stalking them across the catwalks. It’s a thin line the boys are balancing on. And if it not themselves breaking it, the ingrained desire in these new bots to protect children might be the final straw.

Aa! Sorry it took so long to get back to you on this!

That's an interesting take! And oh boy, I see what you mean but I wouldn't put Bonnie under 'replaceable' fjlkd

I think a second meeting would be after the boys had the whole crisis/realization of "Oh my god, YN is a human and a friend, and suddenly we realize that they're so fragile and we could have killed them! Theyre a person! We're a person-- people!"

YN, in classic YN self-preservation, would be like "no it's fine it's all in the past now we're friends : )))"

They had frank discussions with the boys before that. They're not excusing them, but it's been a slow buildup in private between the boys and them. They had to show the boys that they could be people before that realization could take place.

They'll suplex any animatronic who tries to tell their boys that they're monsters and undermine all the hard work that YN put into letting them discover their personhood and self-confidence fljkgd

(Here, have an old sketch of YN about to suplex an animatronic fjkdkljg)

TL;DR for the thing below: I accidentally made it all about masks, roles, and existential development again WHOOP! (Not sorry)

(thanks @lavenoon and @eyndr for helping me rubber duck this through and for your delicious thoughts fgjkldl)

See, I think it COULD work if instead of being played straight, Monty was being like. Low-key jealous?

As in "Why do THEY get to be cavalier about safety and property damage, but they still get to have a friend?!" But he doesn't want to face the fact that he's also seen as dangerous and 'monstrous', and should improve himself.

He's jealous that someone took a chance on them, betting their own safety. He's scared, because the boys did get put into storage for a WHILE before YN came along, and no one cared then. What if that happens to HIM? It'd only take one careless mistake. Is he lucky enough that someone would take a chance on him, too? Or would he go the way of Bonnie and Foxy?

(also I'm a sucker for misunderstood misfit who just needs some patience and kindness jdgjkl)

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Roxy plays the disdain card, but her thoughts are actually pretty close to Monty's. Except that hers are 'am I good enough? If I'm not the best great, will that happen to me? What'll be the final straw?

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I think, of all the reactions, Freddy's grates them the most. Keep in mind, the boys do feel awful about how they acted, even if that never actually ended with human deaths. Just. A lot of close calls and scares.

So that Freddy is so welcoming, so forgiving of them? It feels grating. It feels... Maybe not patronizing, but it feels like he's trying to excuse all the things they did and sweep it all under the rug. And the boys are like "No, actually it WAS fucked up of us! Sure, we were misguided and it wasn't like we were trying to hurt people with full understanding, but don't act as if we didn't do anything wrong!"

Y/N probably appreciates the bear making the effort to welcome and include the boys, though, and they thank Freddy in private.

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Like Luce pointed out to me, though -- Freddy is the Face. He's used to not making waves. To having to keep the peace and status quo.

He's probably terrified for Sun and Moon, because he's already lost two friends before. Two very old, very public friends, gone just like that. He thought the weird theater kid(s) were gone for a long time, too, and he just got them back, and they've grown into such different, more full and lively personalities -- so of course he's walking on eggshells! Management has already proven that they can be fickle and decommission an animatronic on what feels like a whim.

He doesn't want to see all this new life and potential lost, so he waves off the past 'issues' to focus on the present.

Meanwhile Sun and Moon are still in the moment where they're reeling from everything: personhood (theirs and others'), being distinct from each other, fragility of life, morality -- everything is so different, so new, so open and full of possibilities now! Everything they did, everything that happened -- it's kind of integral to their development and to their budding morality.

They need to have what happened acknowledged, not only because of that, but also because accountability is real different when you're suddenly more than a role you play. A role assigned to you.

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Chica is... She plays her role too well, ironically. She acts more happy-go-lucky and borderline ditzy than she is, and it makes it hard to read any deeper into her reactions. She gets treated like she's dumb, but overall she gets treated better if she acts dumb. She feels like if she can act happy enough, like everything's fine, maybe she can keep everyone together and healthy and safe. And if she breaks, it all breaks. She lost those friends, too...

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It feels like pre-incident-and-storage, the Glamrocks were pretty secure in their roles and personhood -- especially in comparison to the strange theater kid(s), who felt more like a character than a person sometimes. The Glamrocks are more popular, too. Then Sun and Moon exit stage left, for a while.

Post rehabilitation, with everything Y/N has helped them work through and learn and grow from, suddenly the Glamrocks feel... Flat? Character-like? Or maybe something like stuck -- stuck playing a role, stuck in their growth...

They lost two band members, who were replaced with the new kids (Monty and Roxy) who developed their own insecurities which... Aren't even really being addressed?

They look at Sun and Moon, and they see growth, progress, freedom to be their own people and make their own mistakes and choices.

They look at themselves, and they realize that the line they've allowed themselves between, for example, Glamrock Freddy Fazbear, beloved Freddy's Mega Pizzaplex Mascot and beloved character, and.. Just Freddy, some guy who's grieving the loss of two very old, very dear friends... They see the change, how happier and more... real the boys are, now, and they want that, too.

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Masks! Masks! It's all masks! it's all about seeing behind the roles and the masks fgkldgldkj

Thanks for the ask!!

#asks #anon #break a leg!au #You can barely tell I'm autistic and highly masking and only realized when it was pointed out loud and clear two months ago fljdgk