#and he gives you a drawing of your adopted dad who he killed and talks to you about home installations 😭😭😭

[bunnygirl678]

Back at it again with another Reguri AU that I don't have time to write. So steal it please! Seriously feel free to write, draw, or use it to distract your mind enough to fall asleep (is that a thing other people do or am I just freaking weird)

-Red and Green are on their honeymoon in alola (duh) and they are doing a fun little couples battle with some of the alolan pokemon they've caught

-one of the tapu's sees them and wants to fuck with them cause they're unhinged (my 5 year old has rewatched the sun/moon anime like 15 times and i still can't remember which one does what)

-sends green back into time (note this is gonna be like dragon ball z time travel where it just created a new timeline or whatever)

-he gets transported midbattle with little red, but like not the championship and most of his pokemon haven't evolved yet

-Big!green is just like awwww you guys were so cute, little!red immediately realizes that somehow Green aged like 12 years in a flash and is obv confused, green explains that he was on vacay with his Red and got sent here somehow, let's go to the lab and see if gramps can help

-they travel to the lab or whatever, and the prof is immediately like "My dead son!" cause my hc is that green looks identical to his dad, and big!green is like nah sorry gramps it's just me from the future

-and they all talk and little!red is like, you aren't an asshole, anymore? and big!green like apologizes for little!green, and is like it may not seem like it but i know he cares about you, because big!green knows that during their journey he realized he had feelings for red, but like didn't want them so he just started being an asshole

-at some point daisy sees the ring and is like "oh you got married?! Whos the lucky lady anyone we know yet?" and big!green kinda like does an awkward quick glance at little!red, and is trying to figure out how to not out his past self because this isn't his secret to tell

-the prof is like 'oh holy shit you and red figured things out' cause he observes and figured it out when green was like 7 or something, and little!red is like wtf and big!green is like yeah but not for a while and then he gives little!red some training just cause what else are they going to do, plus little!red is having a crisis, cause he thinks his version of green hates him

-then it like flips to big!red's perspective and little!green shows up freaking out shouting for his red cause they were just together, and he see's big!red who is swole af and doesn't look that much like his red so he thinks his red has been kidnapped or something, and little!green goes absolutely feral, cause remember he has feelings for his red

-he's like i'll kill you, did you hurt him, where's red, and big!red is like this is the most adorable thing I've ever seen, and like big!green at one point had told him that he had feelings for Red when they were small but Red didn't really believe it until that moment, and also he's like hmmm green and i should adopt cause he's like high on honeymoon and little!green is such a cutie

-Big!Red is like i'm red, it's fine, little!green doesn't believe it until big!red brings up something that like only he would remember like they caught a caterpie together or something idk

-big!red goes and buys little!green some food and they kinda talk and little!green can't stop staring cause wow big!red looks so different, then he sees the wedding ring and is like devastated, and is trying not to cry or whatever and big!red is like able to read him like a book cause it's green even though it's little!green it's still green, and he like pulls out his phone and it's a photo from their wedding and little!green like short circuts cause he didn't even realize that was an option

-somehow they get to switch back and the other timeline red/green work out their issues quickly both with knowledge of the future and they start dating at like 14, cause 11 year olds don't date, and red never goes up the mountain except for the occasional week of training and green always goes with him and it's never angsty like the other timeline

-the alolan honeymooners are just glad to be together again and they finish their time in alola and red's like let's adopt and green's like whatever makes you happy

#namelessshipping #originalshipping #reguri #red x green #i really like the idea of this i just don't have the time and too many open fics i'm working on #maybe it'll get added but whatevs #sorry if it isn't concise #it feels a little all over the place

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

I'm sorry but funny ideas come to me late at night so I have to send this ask rn or I'll forget about it. so imagined what if the skeleton's adopted child is basically those terrifying children from horror movies

Undertale Sans - It's 3 am and he tries to pretend so hard he's not seeing his child staring at him and S/O sleeping on the doorsteps. That's two hours they're doing this now and Sans thinks he will never be able to sleep again. He is freaking out and desperately try to shake his S/O awake because he swears to Asgore he is terrified.

Undertale Papyrus - "OH, HELLO CHILD. EVEN IF I APPRECIATE YOU NOT WALKING ON THE WET FLOOR, COULD YOU PLEASE NOT WALK ON THE CEILING EITHER?" The child doesn't answer and pass next to him, growling like an animal. Papyrus sighs. Ah, children. Aren't they cute? Undyne and Alphys are frozen in shock in the couch. What the hell.

Underswap Sans - He breaks into the room, pissed of. "TIMMY! STOP MAKING YOUR UNCLE DOG SPIN ON THE CEILING THIS MOMENT!" The child pouts and lets the dog goes back on the floor. The dog runs away in terror to join Honey. Blue starts lecturing his child about doing horrible things in the middle of the day. Please wait the middle of the night when no one can see you!

Underswap Papyrus - He looks up from his book. "what are you holding?" "A chainsaw, I'm going to use it on the neighbour." "oh, ok, have fun." The child leaves the room. Honey freezes for a moment, then jumps out of the couch. "oh shit, no, wait!" He runs after the kid.

Underfell Sans - He was looking himself in a mirror when you jumpscared him out of nowhere by making his reflection attacks him. Red screams bloody murder and crawls out of the bathroom, soul beating so fast it mights explode. That freaking kid. What the hell were you thinking when S/O wanted to adopt them specifically?!

Underfell Papyrus - He's in the middle of the shop. The kid is doing a litteral banshee scream because he said no to buy the last toy he saw on TV. The humans around are all on the floor, ears bleeding while Edge is simply lecturing the child, unaffected. It's not because you scream loud that you will have what you want! He can scream loud as well!

Horrortale Sans - Poor Oak is on the couch, head fills with wiggling worms. Willow is lecturing the child to death. "I KNOW THIS IS TEMPTING BUT YOU CAN'T FILL YOUR DAD HEAD HOLE WITH WORMS BECAUSE YOU WANTED HIM TO STOP HUGGING YOU. LOOK AT THAT MESS! MAKE THEM DISAPPEAR WITH YOUR DEMONIC POWERS THIS MOMENT YOUNG MAN! AND APOLOGIZE!" The kid sighs and obeys.

Horrortale Papyrus - Things are flying everywhere in the house. Willow sighs loudly and turns towards his kid. "WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT INVITING EVIL SPIRITS TO PARTY IN THE HOUSE? YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO ASK ME FIRST. YOU WILL CLEAN THE MESS." The child makes Willow's mouth disappear because they're angry. Willow frowns and lectures the kid with sign language instead.

Swapfell Sans - This is the worst possible timeline. Nox is hiding in his bunker, trembling in terror after his kid found out that sneaking on him and breathing in his neck makes him jump in terror everytime. Nox is having a mental breakdown. He hates this kid. He keeps asking S/O when the orphanage is taking them back. As he's finally calming down, he feels a cold breath on his neck. He screams and turns away, finding his kid upper half has crossed the wall somehow. He bangs on the scelled door to beg S/O for help.

Swapfell Papyrus - You're having dinner, trying to ignore all the animals with redeyes staring at you from every windows of the house, waiting for one of them to get out of the house to kill them. This is fine. Rus doesn't even need to get out ever again anyway. It's no use to say anything to the child, he could just open a window as a revenge.

Fellswap Gold Sans - "WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?" "My friend." "...YOUR FRIEND? WHERE IS HE?" "Right next to you." "... SURE. WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE?" His kid gives him a drawing of a very scary clown holding a huge scythe. Oh nice. What the hell. Wine smiles, a bit tense, then says to his kid to not go to sleep to late. He is also locking the door of his room tonight.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He was going to the kitchen like every morning to make breakfast but can only find humans organs in the cupboard. Coffee tries to not panick, at least there is coffee. He high pitched screams when he serves himself a cup of coffee and finds a human eye floating in the drink. He begs his kid to stop doing this.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[freelanceexorcist]

So I'm a-speculatin' again. I was bored, and you know how these things go.

Wouldn't it be funny if any of my crazy shitposts end up actually happening? Maybe some of my dad's talent rubbed off on me. He was a wizard when it came to guessing the twists and endings to stories. My mom never let him live down spoiling the ending of The Sixth Sense in the middle of the movie.

Anyway, on with the show. Under a cut for spoilers and length.

I’ve had the feeling lately that Ever Crisis’ First Soldier story doesn’t take place in the prime timeline of Remake. There are a couple of things that lead me to think this.

First, there's a retcon that Sephiroth was given a picture of Lucrecia and knows she's his mother but was given the wrong name. But what if it wasn't actually a retcon?

What if in another timeline Sephiroth having at least a picture of Lucrecia made his story progress in a different way? In the original game timeline, which I presume Crisis Core takes place in, him not even knowing what his mother looked like was a big deal. It's probably a big part of why he so quickly cleaved to Jenova. He didn't have anything to compare her to. What if the past change that the end of the Whispers enabled was for Hojo to take at least a little bit of pity on the kid and give him a picture of his actual mom?

Another one that may or may not be a whiffed translation has Sephiroth saying that he’s one of Hojo’s SOLDIERs. That implies that he wasn’t the only one produced by Project S. Him knowing how different he was contributed to his isolation and feelings of otherness. What if there were others in this new timeline who were like him? Yes this could absolutely be a localization brain fart that conveyed something that wasn't intended.

I mean, even if they thought he was a Cetra at first, it would make sense for them to engineer more than one of them. It’s not smart to put all your eggs in one basket. What if he got sick and died? What if he ran away? What if someone kidnapped him and put him in hiding? Then it would be back to the drawing board and all those years wasted.

So they made some more. The heir and the spares if you will. But that would mean that Sephiroth wasn’t so damn alone growing up. There were others like him. And like him, they were all repurposed as SOLDIER when the Promised Land Finder thing didn’t pan out.

They could be his half-siblings or the product of incentivized (or let’s face it, forced because this is Shinra we’re talking about) pregnancies. I actually had a fleeting idea a while back for an AU where Shinra pulled off a secular version of the “crisis pregnancy center” scam where they lured abortion-seeking pregnant women in then pulled a bait and switch with “if you continue the pregnancy, we’ll take care of all your needs, pay you a stipend then pay you handsomely to give the kid to us for adoption once it’s born. You just need to undergo regular ‘medical care’ (wink, wink). Don’t worry about those visions of your kid murdering everyone, that’s just pregnancy brain messing with you.” The women who changed their minds at the end and tried to escape with their babies were, of course…dealt with. *makes knife slash gesture across throat with thumb*

There’s also the potential difference of “recreate the Cetra” not being a thing in the first place. What if creating child supersoldiers who are better able to withstand mako infusions was the objective from the very beginning? If any of the original First SOLDIER game lore is in play, the program began fifteen years before the events of Sephiroth’s chapters in Ever Crisis. Shinra stopped giving mako treatments because they were killing the potential SOLDIER applicants and they went instead with the P-0 SOLDIERs who got their skills and strength through Training from Hell (warning: TV Tropes).

If I was a human rights-violating psychopath, I'd say that it would make more sense to mass produce kids who already have the ability to tolerate a lot of mako infusions than to expose the company to the PR nightmare of a bunch of deaths.

It just makes sense for there to be more than just one if Sephiroth was such a successful outcome. It makes sense for there to be a small army of Sephiroths trained up, indoctrinated and ready to make short work of all of Shinra’s enemies worldwide.

Anyway, I feel like I kinda veered off track, so I’ll wrap this up by saying what if Ore Sephiroth is Baby Seph all grown up and his life turned out quite a bit differently?

If you've stuck around this long, thank you for reading!

#Sephiroth #FFVIIR #Ever Crisis: First Soldier #shitposting for fun and profit

[queen-shiba]

You ever just-

Have completely unyielding hate for society for so many reasons?

Like-

Everything is complicated for no reason.

Everyone is easily offended.

Money is becoming a big issue.

Everyone is fighting over territory and resources.

My home life is kinda ass but never enough to the point where I have any real right to complain because I can't see it as bad enough no matter how many people say it is.

The students at school are dickheads towards me.

I'm like-

I live on, but at what cost?

There's no point in dying. What do I get out of that?

But also, what do I get out of living?

Am I gonna grow up and be poor? Is someone gonna kill me one day? Am I gonna end up with a bad health issue that kills me? Technically by natural law, I should be dead, but modern medicine said I have to suffer.

I'm having a hard time seeing a bright future and certainly an even more challenging future when it comes to finances and making friends or finding my forever person who will love me forever.

Humanity feels like it's incapable of loving. It kinda is at this rate.

Not a lick of praise for my hard work today.

Dad saying he only wants As and Bs from me in school since I'm in Junior year.

Like-

You shot a stupid sperm into your wife and that's the one that won the race.

Tf you mean you want As and Bs? I'm doing my best. That should be enough for you, at least.

My mood has just been so fucking off that I feel the uncomfortable pressure and tingle in my body constantly. I can't even just read a fucking book or simply draw comfortably at home. At school I'm just working or trying to read my book if I can.

Mom talking about how cleaning in the morning should make you feel accomplished.

It doesn't make me feel that way.

What makes me feel accomplished? Honestly, nothing at this point. I get no reward for anything.

"Oh you don't need a reward. I never got one."

Well bitch, your parents actually fucking loved and cared about you enough to give you praise when you did something right.

Also, I suddenly feel a deep resentment for adopted kids...

"they were chosen to be loved!"

"well, at least I was picked. Your parents didn't have a choice."

Great. And I'm a hindrance ☺️

An inconvenience. It's great that your people picked you because they automatically saw you as worth loving.

You be happy someone picked you.

I wish I was fucking aborted. I wish I was put up for adoption like mom said she would do but dad was so insistent on taking care of us both.

I'm tired but I can't even sleep.

It feels like everything and everyone is just a bad person

@killersweetie @leonistic

[distopea]

" can you stop with the kicked puppy eyes ? they are actually starting to make me nauseous. "

while the word should have been uncomfortable, jackson settled for the approach of coming off as far less affected than he was. mika , in jackson's eyes , was a lost puppy and while he hadn't quite gotten the memo of adopting said puppy , he had taken the position of a potential guardian ( as much of a guardian a washed up pizza store manager could be ).

rummaging through a kitchen cabinet in search of something to offer his guest, jackson offered mika a light grimace. " i'm not even interested in hearing what has been happening with you , because i know that you will just end up passing out on my mattress and then i'll have to sleep on the floor. "

he didn't have to sleep on the floor, but as distant as he made himself out to be , jackson had the habit of playing a good host when put in the position of having to be one. if needed, he'd offer his bed to the friend he had over ( as rare as the occasion was ) and he himself would settle for the floor. it wouldn't have been the first time he had passed out on it, it would be fine.

" if it's heartache, you're going to need alcohol." for someone who didn't want to hear it, he sure offered a lot of potential scenarios inviting mika to talk about it. hands kept rummaging around, the male standing on his toes in order to get a proper peek into his cabinets. " if you've fought with your parents, you're going to have to piss in their garden. i don't make the rules on that one. it's the only way to get over it --- ah, there."

in his hands he held a box of cereal, lucky charms.

" grab two bowels, the milk's expiring today so you're just in time for dinner."

@avaere

It was just a terrible day. He didn’t get paid on time and his electricity was cut for the night, his TV was broken, and that girl he had been texting was in fact cheating on her boyfriend and just hunting for hookups behind his back. He was just there, gloomy about that disaster that was his life, staring at the ground with no hope in life, if only perhaps to find a bit of companionship. And it was equally disastrous to believe that he had found a good ear and a good friend in whatever Jackson was. Perhaps Mika really liked it when someone was the metaphoric representation of life kicking his ass, and Jackson was perfect in that role. 

“Ugh. No… I wouldn’t let you sleep on the floor.” He sighed, big bright and intense blue eyes observing his host with despair. He wanted to talk, but at the same time, he wasn’t best at exposing his feelings. They were definitely obvious to anyone looking at him, his emotions leaking out of his features with no possibility to hide whatever he was going through, and yet, Mika could stay silent. He could swallow every word if it meant that he wasn’t a bother to the person in front of him. Because that was the other disaster of his life; being goodhearted, sickly enough to be beyond the definition of what was a people’s pleaser. 

“It’s fine, you don’t have to give me anything!” He said with a whine, but it was too late, Jackson was already opening his cabinets. In fact, he cruelly needed something but it was as if he was waiting to get a proper invitation. He massaged his eyelids before he sighed again. “I just had a bothersome day. And to be honest, I didn’t feel like coming back to an apartment where I couldn’t even switch on the fucking light.” He eventually confessed before he observed his host. He would definitely avoid talking about his parents; there was no need to say that he was an orphan, and that his dad was the one who had killed his own mother.  

“Breakfast for dinner?” The thought was pleasant, enough to draw a small victorious smile onto his lips. He wasn’t really hard to please, food was food, and any form of it was precious. Mika stood back up, gigantic compared to Jackson, and walked where he had been required to take two bowls. “It’s been a while I haven't had that!” He paused before he ruffled his hair for a second, hesitation.

“I can make some pancakes if you have stuff for it. I mean if the milk is getting spoiled today, and if you got eggs and flour, I don’t mind cooking.” At least, that was his offer for taking both Jackson’s time and food. 

#; avaere #⌇dialing the void ( 𝘼𝙨𝙠 ) #⌇solar smile ( 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙖 | IC ) #⌇there’s always another fight ( 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙖 | modern verse ) #; Jackson vc: I don't want to have a puppy #; Jackson: proceed to adopt the puppy through food and chatting #; lmao it was adorable #; it's definitely some cat and dog energy here

[complete-idiot-in-love]

Once Upon a Witchlight: Episode 42! (SPOILERS AHEAD!!)

Still love these goofy bitches :3

Twig being dead is so sad, Alexa play Despacito

My S/I would definitely be on the floor sobbing or sobbing into Torbek bc they'd feel so bad for not doing more to protect Twig

NO, DO NOT GIVE TWIG WITCHLIGHT KREMY. ONE IT WOULD DEFINITELY HURT TORBEK AND TWO WE DON'T NEED A ZOMTWIG WITH A MURDEROUS DOUBLE PERSONALITY

If the scene wasn't so sad, I'm sure Kremy would be plundering the bronze toad for its money, bronze frog would be EMPTIED fr fr

I wonder what the rubix cube Frost got does (I don't care what Nikki says, it's a rubix cube to me)

I find it extremely sus that Twig died in the room with “Child sized coffins" in it, like was she always meant to die and the party just got too attached or what?

Torbek apologizing for not fighting good enough WHEN HE LITERALLY ALMOST DIED is so sad, leave my favorite pathetic cat man alone >:(

TORBEKS WOUNDS LOOKING WORSE BECAUSE HE TRIED USING HIS WITCHLIGHT. ANDY I'M GOING TO HURT YOU /J, LEAVE MY BESTIE ALONE (T-T)

“I just wanna bring her back, not for me but for you" The " Ironic” husbands strike again, love my dad's so much

Gideon telling Torbek to his face that he doesn't care if he dies is so funny for some reason but also I WOULD CARE GIDEON, I WOULD CARE SO MUCH!

THE DRAWING LABELED “MY FAMILY" WHY NIKKI? WHYYYYYYYY??? (T-T)

Torbek with Mr. Moony the puppet is so funny, him puppeteering it is very appreciated during these sad moments

When they talk about their dice rolls in their characters voices all i can imagine is the actual characters being forced to roll dice for their actions

OH FUCK, BAVLORNA CAUGHT US STEALING HER SHIT :O

"Please don't make Hootsie an orphan" "WATTA DO, MRS. BLIGHTSTRAW?" Two types of people fr fr

Gideon is so damn angry about Twig dying

They are all so dumb but i love these goofy bitches

Bavlorna is so gross, we love a manic pixie dream girl! /j

"OH HELL YEAH, COOKIES!" -My S/I (9 intelligence frfr)

"You would make a great coat!" OH HELL NAH, BAVLORNA IS DYING IF SHE MESSES WITH MY HOMIE TORBEK

BEEZLEBERRY COOKIES YESSS

What is it with the hags and acting like grandmas? "Granny Nightshade"? "Mommy Lorna"?

Torbek drinking trash water and Frost getting hairballs XD

Torbek definitely does single white guy cooking, bro will eat anything fr fr

Torbek's animal impressions are spot on /j

"YOU WANT ME TO USE HER MOUTH LIKE A DAMN NUTCRACKER?" - Gideon calmly asked /j

Husband fight, couples therapy imminent

If Bavlorna was good and not batshit crazy, she'd definitely be someone who I could see adopting Torbek or my S/I.

SCABATHA >:( /THREATENINGLY

Big-brimmed hat darkling mommy /j

YOOOO NAT 20 FOR GRICKO ON INSIGHT, LESSS GOOOOO

Oh fuck, accidental murder????

MORE COOKIES FOR TORBEK AND I POGGG, Besties share a sweet tooth

Earl grey tea and beezleberry cookies sound so good right now fr fr

Torbek please don't make a deal with Bavlorna

OH FUCK, ACCIDENTAL MURDER!!!

Gideon spinning his cup counterclockwise in anger is going to kill the party

KREMY IS DEFINITELY GOING TO KILL THE PARTY BY MENTIONING THE BOOK

"We don't talk about the fourth sister" I SWEAR TO THE GODS IF IT'S ZYBILNA I AM GOING TO SCREAM FR FR

It's so sus that the FROG hag doesn't own the FROG bag of holding, i don't think Bavlorna is telling the truth

TASHA? LIKE TASHA'S HIDEOUS LAUGHTER?? OMFG MY S/I HAS THAT SPELLS!!

Fribblefrabble grizzlegrazzle comeback :D love it when they callback to previous jokes!

Gricko... That was a robot of Tasha, not the actual lady

Receiving your older sister's taxidermied corpse as a gift is so morbid what da hell Bavlorna

"You're clearly the good sister" KREMY SHE JUST SAID SHE WAS GONNA TAXIDERMY A CORPSE AND GIVE IT AS A GIFT

TWIG IS BACK!!! YESSSSS

OH FUCK SHE'S BLIND NOW, THE BLUE ROSES BLINDED HER

Is... Is she blind?? Bro idk

"She's rigt behind me isn't she" moment from every movie ever /j

Sea cucumber Robert rectangle pants returns!!

Once Upon a Witchlight's catchphrase is "From a certain point of view"

"Torbek, have another cookie" WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO BE EVIL, I WANT A NICE COOKIE GRANDMA SO BADLY (I may do something with her in my S/I's backstory)

FROST NOOOO, DON'T FLIRT WITH BAVLORNA

"Torbek has sticky fingers" YEAH I WONDER WHY, "ALLEGED" PUBLIC MASTERBAITER

PIERRE IS SO SAD AS A NPC, BRO GOT HIS FACE OBLITERATED AND IS NOW GONNA BE A SLAVE TO BAVLORNA

Gricko x Bloodytoes ship is sailing so hard this episode (Grickotoes? Bloodygrin?)

Torbek just absolutely not understanding Frost's telepathy is so good

LET MY BOY ENJOY HIS COOKIES FROST, HE DESERVES NICE THINGS

"Bodaicous T is saying no!" I love that nickname so much and am so glad it came back

"You're gonna be filled with regret if you make this deal" "BUT MAKING DEALS IS FUN!" MY ALLIGATOR DAD EVERYONE, DUMBASSNESS RUNS IN THE FAMILY I GUESS

Torbek has my same love for sweets, this is why he's my bestie

Twig is so cool, i will literally kill her insecurities

NOOOOO, NO MORE FROG LICKIN??? (T-T)

TWIG TOADSPRING? HER FULL NAME??

WE ARE A BIG FAMILY YESSSSSS!!!

Gideon always forget Torbek and it's so funny!!! Huge ass bugbear and he's always forgot about

"Smells like shit, TORBEK!" OMFG DYING

"Not only can't I smell but I also can't SHI-" TWIG NOOOOO

BLOODYTOES X GRICKO IS 100% BUILT ON VIOLENCE, GIRLBOSS AND HER MALEWIFE FR FR

Pierre is so fucked

"Are there any burritos here?" FROST OMFG

Bloodytoes being so unbelievably unhelpful is so funny

Torbek is always hungry and I headcanon it's because of the witchlight

When will Frost meet his beloved swam boat again /j

Please still have pigtunia!!! I love that pig!!!

STOP TRYING TO KILL THE WILDLIFE KREMY

NOOOO JEREMY!!!

NAT 20 FROM TWIG TO KILL JEREMY OMFG

"No one would marry that FUCK, HES A MEAN OL BASTARD!" Reanimated Twig is a badass

STUFFED PIGTUNIA OMG SO CUTE!!!!

SOMEONE FINISHED THIS MODULE IN 5 SESSIONS???? HOW???

We love Snail no. 2 in this house

Killing Pierre at this point is a gift to him

Pierre killing montage with Gricko on a popsicle Sugar high

"We can go to Wendy's" "WENDY'S NUTS!" My S/I and Gricko would definitely collab on deez nuts jokes bc of Gricko's curse

WE GOT THE INN AT THE END OF THE ROAD BACK, YESSSSS

SUN AND MOON COUPLE, MR. MOONY?? (Also my favorite ship type)

WE'RE ALL MUSHROOM PEOPLE NOW AND LEVEL 5 YESSSSSSSS

#self ship #self shipping #self ship stuff #self insert #a family an be a bunch of criminals and their adopted satyr child

[aspenmissing]

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Sam is back inside the Impala.

"I don't understand, Guys, we burned that damn thing"

"Yeah, thank you Captain Obvious. All right, we just need to figure out another way to get rid of it. Any ideas?" Dean asks.

"Okay, all right. Well, um, in almost all the lore about haunted paintings it's always the painting's subject that haunts 'em"

"Yeah. So, we just need to figure out everything there is to know about that creepy-ass family and that creepy-ass painting. What were their names again?" Theo asks.

==

The three are at a second-hand book shop.

"You said the Isaiah Merchant family, right?"

"Yeah, that's right" Dean approaches, smiling and flicking an old book with pictures of guns.

"You're still a child" Theo mutters.

"I dug up every scrap of local history I could find. So, are you three crim buffs?" The man asks, laying a huge book of newspaper clippings on the table.

"Kinda. Yeah. Why do you ask?" Theo asks.

"Well..." He holds up a newspaper article. The lead story on the front page is "New Titanic Sinks, 1304 People Go to Watery Graves: Only 866 saved from 2,170 Aboard Liner Which Collides with Iceberg. Disaster Proves to Be the Greatest in Marine History of the World" He points at a side article. It reads 'Father Slaughters Family, Kills Himself'.

"Yes. Yeah, that sounds about right"

"The whole family was killed?"

"It seems this Isaiah, he slits his kids' throats, then his wife, then himself. Now he was a barbed by trade. Used a straight razor"

"Why'd he, do it?" Sam asks.

"Let's look. Ahh..." The man starts to read "People who knew him describe Isaiah as having a stern and harsh temperament. Controlled his family with an iron fist. Wife, uh, two sons, adopted daughter..." He skims on " Yeah, yeah, yeah...There were whispers that the wife was gonna take the kids and leave." Which of course you know in that day and age, um ...so instead, old man Isaiah...well he gave them all a shave. He draws his hand across his throat with appropriate noises, laughing. Dean joins in but stops when Sam gives him a bitchface, not noticing Theo smirking.

"Does it say what happened to the bodies?" Theo asks.

"Just that they were all cremated"

"Anything else?"

"Yeah. Actually, I found a picture of the family. It's right here...somewhere. Right-here it is" He hands Sam the book with the picture.

"Hey, could we get a copy of this please?" He asks.

"Sure

*Time Skip*

Sam, Dean and Theo sit at the table in their motel room.

"I'm telling you guys, I'm sure of it. The painting at the auction house, Dad is looking down. Painting here, Dad's lookin out. The painting has changed, Guys"

"All right, so you think that Daddy dearest is trapped in the paining and is handing out Columbia neckties like he did with his family?"

"Well yeah, it seems like it. But if his bones are already dusted then how are we gonna stop him?"

"All right, well, if Isaiah's position changed then maybe some other things in the painting changed as well. You know it could give us some clues" Theo says.

"What, like a Da Vinci Code deal?"

"I don't.... know. uhh...I'm still waiting for the movie on that one. Anyway, we gotta get back in and see that painting" She replies, giving Sam a totally blank look. Dean rises and moves across to the bed, throwing himself onto his back and crossing his arms.

"Which is a good thing cause you can get some time to crush on your girlfriend"

"Dude. Enough already" Theo snickers.

"What?" Dean asks.

"What? Ever since we got here, you two have been trying to pimp me out to Sarah. Just back off, all right?"

"Well, you like her, don't you?" Dean says. Sam raises his arms and eye to the ceiling "All right, you like her, she likes you, you're both consenting adults..." Sam gets frustrated and his voice rises.

"What's the point, Dean? We'll just leave. We already leave"

"Well, I'm not talking about marriage, Sam" Sam gets agitated.

"You know, I don't get it. What do you care if I hook up?"

Cause then maybe you wouldn't be so cranky all the time" Dean says, calmly. Sam stares at him, then huffs out a breath and looks away. Dean sits up from the bed"

"You know, seriously Sam, this isn't about just hooking up, okay? I mean, I, I think that this Sarah girl could be good for you" Sam sighs and scratches his head and Theo watches closely.

"And... I don't mean any disrespect but I'm sure this is about Jessica, right? Now I don't know what it's like to lose somebody like that...but...I would think that she would want you to be happy" she says, placing her hand on top of Sam's. Sam is quite and listening now, tears in his eyes. She moves her hands to his face and wipes his tears. He leans into her touch "God forbit have fun once in a while. Wouldn't she?"

"Yeah, I know she would" Sam says softly. He gives a half smile, then sighs heavily, pulling Theo’s hand of his cheek then holding it in his hand "Yeah you're right. Part of this is about Jessica. But not the main part"

"What's it about?" Dean asks. Sam refuses to answer "Yeah alright" He lied back again and crosses his arms "Well we still gotta see that painting, which means you still gotta call Sarah, so..." Sam lets go of Theo hand and picks up the phone, clearing his throat. Dean shakes his head and closes his eyes, setting in.

"Sarah, hey, it's Sam" He pauses "Hey, hi" He pauses again "Good. Good, yeah. Umm. What about you?" Dean opens one eye slightly, watching his brother. Theo turns to look away, supressing her laughter.

"Yeah good, good, really good" Sam repeats himself.

"Smooth..." Theo whispers, Dean chuckles.

"So, ah, so listen. Me, my brother and my sister, were...uh...thinking that maybe we'd like to come back in and look at the painting. I..." Dean once more shakes his head and closes his eyes "I think maybe we are interested in buying it" He pauses "What?" At Sam's tone Dean and Theo snaps to attention. Sam stands up "Who'd you sell it to?" Dean rises up, listen closely and Theo leans closer "Sarah I need an address right now"

==

The Impala roars up and the three jump out. Sarah appears from the car waiting in the driveway.

"Sam what's happening" Sam runs past her.

"I told you, you shouldn't have come" Dean and Theo joins Sam and they run up the stairs to the front porch. Dean starts banging on the door.

"Hello, anyone home?"

"You said Evelyn might be in danger, what sort of danger?"

"I can't knock this sucker down. You gotta pick it" Dean says, looking at Theo. She starts to pick the lock as Sam bangs on the window, which is covered with metal security bars.

"What are you guys, burglars?"

"I wish it was that simple. Look you really should wait in the car. It's for your own good" Theo gets the door open and Sam and Dean quickly follows her inside.

"The hell I will. Evelyn's a friend" Sarah runs in after them "Evelyn?"

"Evelyn" Dean says. They enter the lounge; Evelyn sits half turned away from them.

"Evelyn? It's Sarah Blake...Are you all, right?" Sarah asks. She reaches to touch Evelyn's shoulder.

"Sarah don't. Sarah!" Sam says urgently. Evelyn's head tips back, exposing that her slashed throat. Sarah screams.

"Oh my God. Oh my God!!" Sam puts his arm around her and shepherd her out of the room.

==

Back in their motel room, Dean sits at the bar with the laptop, Theo beside him and Sam paces. There is a knock on the door. Sam opens it and Sarah storms past him.

"Hey. You all, right?" Sam asks.

"No, actually, I just lied to the cops and told them I went to Evelyn's, alone, and found her like that" Dean smirks while Sam and Theo looks relieved.

"Thank you"

"Don't thank me, I'm about to call them right back if you don't tell me what the hell's going on. Who's killing these people?" Sarah asks. Sam looks at Dean and Theo, who raises their eyebrows.

"What"

"What?" Sarah asks.

"It's not 'who'. It's 'what' is killing those people" Sarah looks at Sam like he's insane. He sighs "Sarah, you saw that painting move" Sarah gets agitated.

"No...no I was...I was seeing things. It's impossible"

"Yeah well, welcome to our world" Dean says.

"Sarah, I know this sounds crazy...but we think that the painting is haunted"

"You're joking" Sarah says, sniggering but with tears in her eyes. She looks from one to the other and to the other of them. The three just stare at her "You're not joking. God, the guys I got out with"

"Sarah, think about it. Evelyn, the Telesca's , they both had the painting. And there have been others before that. Wherever this thing goes people die. And we're just trying to stop it. And that's the truth" Sarah takes a deep breath.

"Then I guess you'd better show me. I'm coming with you"

"What? No. Sarah no, you should just go home. This stuff can get dangerous and...and I don't want you to get hurt"

"Look, you guys are probably crazy, but if you're right about this? Well, me and my dad sold that painting that might have got these people killed. Look I'm not saying I'm not scared because I am scared as hell but...I'm not going to run and hide either" Sarah strides to the door. She turns back "So are we going or what?" She walks out.

"Sam?" Dean says, Sam looks across to where Dean and Theo are sitting. Dean points out the door after Sarah "Marry that girl"

==

The four head back to Evelyn's house. Sam is picking the lock.

"Ahhh...isn't this a crime scene?"

"You've already lied to the cops. What's another infraction?" Theo asks. Once inside Sam lifts the painting down from the wall and they examine it.

"Aren't you worried that it's...gonna kill us?"

"Nah, it seems to do its thing at night. I think we're all right in the daylight" Dean compares the picture in the book with the painting.

"Sam, Theo, check it out. The razor, it's closed in this one but it's open in that one"

"What are you guys looking for?"

"Well If the spirit's changing aspects of the painting, then it's doing so for a reason"

"Hey, hey look at this. The painting in the painting"

"Looks like a crypt, or a mausoleum or something" Theo looks around, grabs a thick glass ashtray and uses it as a magnifying glass "Merchant" Theo reads the name on the Mausoleum.

==

Sam, Theo, Dean and Sarah walk through the graves.

"This is the third boneyard we're checked. I think this ghost is jerking us around"

"So, this is what you guys do for a living?" Sarah asks.

"Not exactly. We don't get paid"

"Well, Mazel tov"

"Over there" Dean says, spying the mausoleum. Dean breaks the lock and they enter, pushing aside the cobwebs. There is a number of name plates as well as four urns in front of little glass fronted boxes. Sarah looks into one of the cases at a doll.

"Okay, that right there-is the creepiest thing I've ever seen"

"It was a... sort of tradition at the time. Whenever a child died sometimes, they'd preserve the kid's favourite toy in a glass case, put it next to the headstone or crypt" Sam says.

"Notice anything strange here?" Dean asks.

"Ah...where do I start?" Sam sniggers, looking at her.

"No, that's not what I mean. Look at the urns"

"Yeah. There are only four"

"Yeah, Mom and the three kids. Daddy dearest isn't here"

"So where is he?" Theo asks.

==

Sam and Sarah sit on a small wall outside an office building, waiting.

"So, what exactly is your brother and sister doing in there?" Sarah asks.

"Searching county death certificates trying to find out what happened to Isaiah's body"

"How'd they even get in the door?"

"Lying and subterfuge mostly"

"You have a...uh...you have an eyelash on your right...no...uh...you know wha-t" Sarah reaches, but has no idea where it is. Sam laughs.

"Do you mind if I-get it?"

"No" Sam reaches for it and holds it on his finger.

"Okay, I got it. Make a wish" Laughing, Sarah does so, and blow it away.

"Sam, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure"

"I don't mean to be forward, but a girl could wait here forever. Is there something, here, between us? Or am I delusional?"

"You're not delusional"

"But there's a but coming"

"But...I don't think this would be a good idea"

"Can I ask why?" Sarah asks.

"'Cause I like you"

"Wait. You lost me"

"Wait. You lost me" They both laugh.

"Look, it's hard to explain. Ah-It's just when people are around me-I don't know, they get hurt"

"What do you mean?" She asks.

"I mean like physically hurt. With what me and my brother do, it's....” Sam breaths out before looking Sarah in the eyes. “Sarah, I had a girlfriend. And she died. And my mom died too. I don't know, it's like, it's like I'm cursed or something. Like death just follows me around. Look, I'm not scared of much, but if I let myself have feelings for anybody..."

"You're scared they'd get hurt too" Sam looks down "That's very sweet. And very archaic" Sam looks back up.

"Sorry?"

"Look I'm a big girl Sam, it's not your job to make decisions for me. There's always a chance of getting hurt"

"I'm not talking about a broken heart and a tub of Haagen Dazs. I'm talking about life and death"

"And tomorrow I could get hit by a bus. That's what life is. Look, I know losing somebody you love-it's terrible. You shut yourself off. Believe me, I know. But when you shut out pain, you shut out everything else too"

"Sarah, you don't understand. The pain that I went through...I can't go through it again. I can't" Theo and Dean suddenly appears.

"Are we interrupting something?" He asks.

"No"

"Not at all" Theo looks between them.

"Huh. Apparently"

"So, what'd you two get"

"Paydirt. Apparently, the surviving relatives of the Merchant family were so ashamed of Isaiah that they didn't want him interred with the rest of the family. So, they handed him over to the county, the county gave him a pauper's funeral. Economy style. Turns out he wasn't cremated; he was buried in a pine box"

"So, there are bones to burn"

"There are bones to burn" Dean says.

"Tell me you know where" Dean and Theo look at each other, nodding.

#Supernatural #older sister winchester #oc insert #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom

[phoenixyfriend]

The Family Tree is... a Disaster

Takes place in the TCW Leverage AU. It does contain a few deviations, namely that the narrative ended up shifting Plo's role in Ahsoka's life, and Ventress's role overall.

This is mostly just dialogue where I outline the fuckery that is the disaster lineage family tree, not actual fic. It stemmed from my incessant need to justify "25yo Obi-Wan somehow got custody of 9yo Anakin without Shmi dying."

Warnings for: canon character death (modernized), canon violence (modernized), and references to Nazis and white supremacists (Palpatine collects WWII weaponry as a parallel to his canon display of Sith artifacts in his office as chancellor, and Ahsoka thinks it's sketchy)

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"Okay," Cody says, setting down a glass of whiskey as he drops into the seat across the table. "What the hell is your family tree like?"

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow, and continues cleaning off the definitely-not-stolen crystal komodo dragon he'd won in today's job. "I beg your pardon?"

"You and Skywalker," Cody says, gesturing between Obi-Wan, who is just sitting there minding his own business, and Anakin, who is across the closed-for-tonight bar and doing something inadvisable on the pool table. "You've said he was your brother, and mentioned raising him, which, sure, I'm over twenty years older than my youngest brother, people take over parenting roles all the time. But you have different last names, have mentioned stepfamilies that the other doesn't have, reference things as 'your aunt, not mine,' and I am just getting... very confused. I figured it was personal and I could leave well enough alone, but considering your older brother almost shot us today--"

"Okay, Xanatos is not my brother," Obi-Wan immediately says. "Just. I just have to stop you right there. Xanatos was a student of my father's for a time, but I promise he's not family. Nobody except maybe Komari would consider him even close, and she doesn't count since she's in prison for life and the farthest thing from stable."

Cody gestures. "That, Obi-Wan. That's what I'm talking about. I don't even know who Komari is."

Obi-Wan purses his lips in a failed attempt to not smile. "Do you actually want the explanation? It's long and unnecessarily complicated."

"So's mine," Cody snorts. Obi-Wan waits, patient and pleasant, and is rewarded when Cody sighs. "Please."

"Of course, my dear. To answer your first question, though, Anakin is my half-brother." With a smile, Obi-Wan digs a piece of paper and a pen from his briefcase. "So, center of the chain: me, my father Qui-Gon, my grandfather Yan, and my great-grandfather Yoda. With me so far?"

"Easy enough. Do you have to go back that far?"

"Great-grandfather Yoda is still alive and regularly escaping the old folks' home to terrorize younger relatives, so yes," Obi-Wan says. "Given that you may just meet a tiny, meddling relative of mine when he's bored, we do in fact have to go back that far."

"...how old is he?"

"We don't know for sure. A hundred and eight-ish is the best guess." Obi-Wan shrugs. "It's not a huge deal, mostly he likes bothering Anakin these days. Anyway, grandfather. Yan Dooku. Inherited a minory duchy from his maternal grandfather decades back. Mostly hangs around there because he's on terrorist watchlists in the States."

"Oh, lovely."

Obi-Wan grins. "Trust me, it gets worse. Anyway, grandfather never actually married, but spent most of his time with his 'best friend' Sifo Dyas, who died about a decade back."

"Gay?"

"Well, we know that now, but they got together in the seventies, and this was back when they were both working government jobs, so, you know. It happens."

"Good to know," Cody says. "So, Yoda's kid is Yan, who inherited a title and land from a maternal relative, and had a life partner but never married. With you so far."

"All of Yan's kids were adopted," Obi-Wan continues, sketching out the first branch away from the Yan/Sifo partnership. "Rael was actually grandfather's cousin, maternally, and ended up in his custody after getting orphaned at five. These days, he does most of the stewardship duties at the Serenno Duchy. His daughter Nim is teaching military history at a university in Germany."

Cody nods. "Uncle number one is named Rael, technically your dad's cousin, has a daughter. Got it."

"About a decade after Rael, they adopted my father, Qui-Gon. He and grandfather fought, frequently, but they did care for each other. My father was a botanist, did bio-engineering. We'll get back to him later, because he's where things get complicated." Obi-Wan made sure to leave room around the name. "Just a few years older than me was--is--Komari Vosa. She is... serving a life sentence. I think she fought Jango once."

"She fought my father?"

"To the best of my knowledge, they both almost died, yes," Obi-Wan says. "She's in maximum security these days. She was an assassin. I'll get a call if she breaks out, and I'll let you know along with everyone else."

"Bad news auntie, got it."

"Last adoption, sort of, is Ventress," Obi-Wan finishes off. "A few years younger than me, is technically grandfather's personal assistant and does secretarial work and the like, but we all know he's planning to leave as much of the inheritance to her as he is to the rest of us. She's aggressive and unpleasant, but she takes care of him and hasn't actually threatened to kill any of us yet, so that's fine."

"How'd she join?" Cody asks.

"Ky Narec was a friend of Qui-Gon's; Ventress was his daughter. Ky died a few years after Qui-Gon did, and Ventress was a mess, after." Obi-Wan shrugs and scratches that connection into the little sketch of a family tree as well. "Grandfather offered her a job until she got herself back together, and then she just kind of... stuck around."

"Youngest aunt, more of a cousin." Cody summarizes. "Now we go back to your father?"

"Qui-Gon Jinn was a man of many skills," Obi-Wan says drily. "Adequate birth control was not one of them."

It's almost a pity that Cody wasn't drinking anything, because going by the way he chokes, Obi-Wan's pretty sure the spit take would have been spectacular.

"I'm sorry," Cody says. "Can you repeat that?"

"I was an accident," Obi-Wan says, not even bothering to hide his smile. "So was Anakin."

"So that sounds like... a story."

"It is," Obi-Wan confirms. "My biological mother has never been in the picture. They had a fling, she wasn't sure if she'd want to abort or give me up, just that she wasn't ready to be a parent, and Qui-Gon volunteered to take full custody so she could go back to her life after the birth. I've never met her, but I kept her family name. You can consider her irrelevant beyond that."

Cody nods.

"So, when I was about a year old, Qui-Gon reconnects with an old flame, they get married two years later. Step-mother number one is Tahl. Lovely woman, I absolutely adored her, and she had a daughter, my stepsister, Bant Eerin."

"I met her, right?" Cody asks.

"Yes, she was the doctor who patched up my bullet wound a few months ago," Obi-Wan says. "With the giant glasses that make her look a little fish-eyed."

"She was nice."

"She is," Obi-Wan agrees. "At any rate, that was our family for a while, and then Tahl died when I was fourteen. Bant wanted to go to a magnet school for medical studies, and Qui-Gon's grief was... not optimal for taking care of multiple teenagers, shall we say, so Bant moved in with her paternal uncle, Kit Fisto, and Kit's son Nahdar. He's a marine biologist, incredibly friendly, and has no idea of any of the rest of my side of the family's questionable activities. If you ever meet him, you will pretend that we are a legal firm with a team of security consultants."

Cody raises a brow. Obi-Wan despairs. "Best you could do?"

"We're not that likely to run into him." Obi-Wan draws out a new line. "So, Qui-Gon deals poorly with grief. This is also around the time that Xanatos came around to ruin our lives a little. He was a very rich and unpleasant man, but he's dead as of four hours ago, so you don't have to worry about him. Or his son."

"His son?"

"Anakin handled that," Obi-Wan says. "Thoroughly. Granta Omega is no longer an issue. He's not dead, but... well. Anakin has his ways. Er--I should probably mention Feemor; he was my father's assistant at the university for a long time. Anakin and I still call him our uncle."

"Also a person to avoid mentioning criminal activity to?" Cody prompts.

"Well... no, but only because I don't think he'd care. The man is, forgive me, more of a 'walking sweatervest' than I am. He's a very bland and unassuming man. He once described himself as the background character of the soap opera that is my family's existence."

"Sounds like a charmer."

"Oh, he's very kind and clever, and witty as well. I adore him, and he really is family. He's just also very, very normal. Not boring, but..." Obi-Wan trails off and shrugs helplessly. "He's an editor for an agricultural research journal. Also not someone I anticipate us running into."

"Noted."

"Right, so, Qui-Gon dealing poorly with his grief didn't involve much drinking, but there were a few months of him trying to... lose himself in the pleasures of the flesh?" Obi-Wan tries, and then deflates at the look on Cody's face. "He was slagging around. Shmi got pregnant with Anakin, who was born when I was sixteen. Shared custody at first, Qui-Gon got him weekends and every other holiday, that sort of thing, and then they got married because they actually did like each other well enough, and it was easier on the taxes."

"So Shmi is stepmother number two."

"Shmi is stepmother number two, yes." Obi-Wan sketches in Anakin and Shmi. "About nine and a half years after Anakin was born, Shmi and Qui-Gon were in a car accident with... well, it later turned out it wasn't an accident, there was a hitman called Maul involved, he's actually Ventress's second cousin or something, I don't know. Grandfather handled most of that problem. Qui-Gon died, Shmi was in intensive care, and I got custody of Anakin as his nearest adult relative. We weren't very close before that, because I was off at university by the time he was old enough to form memories, but that changed once he started living with me. I more or less raised him as a single parent from that point."

"This is why he jokes that you're like a father to him."

"Precisely," Obi-Wan says. "Shmi took about a year to recover enough to move again, and grandfather covered the costs. She still had to live with a dedicated carer and attend daily physical therapy. At that physical therapy, she met Cliegg Lars, whose son Owen was also a patient there. They hit it off, and three years later, they married. When Anakin refers to his stepfamily he's talking about the Lars out in Nevada."

"Nevada?"

"They have a farm. A very, very normal one. We don't drag them into our activities, unless we have an at-risk person who needs a safe house." Obi-Wan pauses, and then decides this really needs to be stressed. "This is important to me and Anakin, that we don't get them involved unless there's absolutely no other choice. Shmi's been through a lot, and the Lars are busy enough running the farm."

"Works for me," Cody says. "We've got enough safe houses that it shouldn't be an issue. I'm guessing this story doesn't end there, though."

Obi-Wan grimaces. "My own love life has been... a bit of a mess."

"I already know about Kryze, at least."

There's that. "I was temporarily engaged to a friend, Siri Tachi, shortly after high school. We were in a relationship, but this was mostly something done to appease a relative of hers that was getting overbearing to the point of absurdity, and she couldn't just cut them off. We broke off the engagement after the relative passed, and we're still friends."

He notes that down, then adds the other embarrassment of his early years. "First marriage was actually a drunken joke between myself and my best friend when we were in college. We got it annulled a few months later because we just didn't have time to drop by the courthouse before then, and he's actually engaged to Asajj now."

"Asajj?" Cody asks, watching in fascination as Obi-Wan tries to mark in both his own short marriage and the newer, long-term engagement without crossing any lines. He settles for just writing the name twice and including an asterisk with 'this is the same person.'

"Ventress," Obi-Wan clarifies. "Yeah, Quinlan's a fun guy. His little sister, Aayla, treats Anakin like a beloved younger cousin."

"Are they also off-limits for criminal activity?"

"No, Aayla's the one that taught Ahsoka how to vent-crawl," Obi-Wan says. "And I'm pretty sure Quinlan has contacts in every major government branch, criminal organization, and Fortune 500 company on the planet. I reach out to them regularly."

"Resources, then."

Obi-Wan nods. "Some time later, I married Satine. We had a son; you've met Korkie. We split due to incompatibility a year and change before Qui-Gon's death. Satine doesn't engage in criminal activity, but Bo-Katan is..."

"I've met Bo-Katan. I know what she's like, Obi. You don't have to explain."

"She works with Maul sometimes."

"...the man who killed your father?"

"Yes. It's all very stupid and convoluted." Obi-Wan still writes her in. "So, that's them. Korkie goes to boarding school, and I try not to involve him in anything. Anakin and Ahsoka like to teach him self-defense and the like, but Satine is adamant that he stay unaware of my less legal dealings until he's an adult."

Cody shrugs. "Makes sense. Is that every--wait, no, Skywalker's married."

Obi-Wan grins. "Yes, and Padme's got twins on the way."

"I was there when he told us," Cody says drily. "He was very loud about it. Okay, how does Ahsoka fit in?"

"Hold on, I forgot Beru," Obi-Wan mutters. "Owen's fiancee. Same rules as the Lars. Okay, you asked about Ahsoka. Right. So. Um."

He dithers. Cody waits for him, and then Obi-Wan just gives up. "Ahsoka, dear, would you like to explain how you joined the family, so to speak?"

Ahsoka looks up from whatever she and the boys are doing--there are multiple beer glasses and straws and duct tape involved, and Obi-Wan doesn't really want to know--and then flips off the table and over to Obi-Wan and Cody. She looks over the family tree chart, and then says, "Oooh, did you tell him about the cult?"

"You were in a cult?" Cody demands.

"No, Komari was. She was head priestess or something. I dunno, it's why she's in prison and stuff."

"I did not tell him about the cult," Obi-Wan mutters, already regretting this. "The Bando Gora aren't a problem anymore. I've already gotten to explaining how you and Anakin know each other."

Ahsoka rolls her eyes, steals his pen, and starts sketching in around Quinlan's name, over by Asajj since Obi-Wan's section is too crowded. "Okay, so, Quinlan's adopted. His dad is Tholme, and Tholme's dad is Plo Koon. Plo Koon is good friends with my Auntie, Shaak Ti, who raised me. They live next door to each other, out in the country, and I'd play in his yard a lot, because he had puppies, and he took me to visit his bees. Whenever Auntie needed a babysitter, she asked Quinlan or Aayla to do it since she knew and trusted them, and Aayla needed pocket money."

"This is so unnecessarily complicated," Cody mutters.

"It is!" Ahsoka chirps. Her grin is far too sharp. "So, this one time, Aayla was watching me when I was fourteen, and she was just helping me with my physics homework. BAM, the door slams open, and in stumbled Skyguy with his arm missing. I've never met him before, and my first introduction is him shortly after he's gotten an unplanned amputation."

Anakin, on the other side of the room, giggles. Obi-Wan just sighs. The Fett brothers appear to be in the land of 'horrified fascination.'

Ahsoka revels in it. "There's blood everywhere, I'm screaming, Aayla's panicking, Anakin's halfway to unconscious and insisting we can't call the hospital, and nobody can get Obi-Wan on the phone. Quinlan's in another country, and Auntie Shaak and Uncle Plo are at a movie, so they've both got their cellphones off. Tholme was faking his death at that point to get away from an incident with the Irish Mob, so we didn't even try him."

"What the actual fuck," Rex breathes.

Ahsoka continues with relish. "We get Bant to pick up, and she's there an hour later with Padme, because Padme knows how to drive the way Skyguy does, and the entire drive there is just Auntie Bant on speakerphone telling Aayla how to stop the bleeding and get him stabilized while Padme's screaming at traffic at the top of her lungs."

"I owe Aayla a fruit basket," Anakin muses aloud. "The anniversary of her saving my life is coming up, it's warranted."

"Five years, baby!" Ahsoka crows. She fist-pumps.

Obi-Wan just drops his head into his hands. "You're killing me, children."

Anakin shrugs, grinning. "You know, I think Fett Senior might have been involved in that fight."

"My shitty dad cut off your arm?" Rex demands.

"No, I think he was busy fighting the Interpol guy," Anakin says. "But he was definitely there. I think. Blood loss kinda got to me after a bit, but I'm pretty sure Jango Fett was there, and also Boba might've been hiding in the getaway car?"

"I need another glass," Cody mutters. He doesn't stand up, though.

"Wait," Rex says. "So who cut off your arm?"

Anakin shrugs with an unsure noise. "Someone tried to convince me it was Grandpa Yan, but he was in the middle of a court case in Italy for some kind of parole violation when it happened, so he had an alibi."

"...did he actually violate parole?" Cody asks, and Obi-Wan thinks he looks like he doesn't know if he actually wants an answer.

Ahsoka shrugs. So does Anakin. Obi-Wan carefully looks at a spot behind Cody, and doesn't explain anything about wine tastings used as covers for illicit arms deals.

"The arm?" Rex prompts, sounding a little desperate to get back to the question he likely thinks is the most important.

"I still say it was Skeevy Sheev," Ahsoka chimes in.

"It wasn't Palpatine," Anakin snaps.

"Your creepy older friend who took you to operas and gives you fancy gifts and knows way too much about swords who was conveniently there to talk to the police and cover for you so you didn't get arrested for getting in the middle of a gang war in the first place, yes," Ahsoka says, dropping into a chair and sighing dramatically. "The guy who definitely hasn't been trying to convince you for a year and change that your wife is cheating on you with your older brother."

"Ahsoka!"

"What? He is."

"Anakin," Rex says, "your life sounds like a trainwreck."

"I'm not going to assume a frail, elderly man cut my arm off!" Anakin protests. "Even if he wanted to, he doesn't exactly have the muscle for it!"

"Grandfather's older," Obi-Wan points out, even though he knows it won't help. "And he definitely still could."

"Ha!" Ahsoka shouts.

"He could have hired someone?" Cody suggests. "Doesn't need to do it himself, if he has enough money."

Obi-Wan has a sneaking suspicion that Cody is deliberately stirring the pot as revenge for Anakin sending him eighty-seven cat memes inside an hour during last night's dinner.

"You all suck," Anakin declares. "Also, what the hell do you mean 'knows way too much about swords,' Ahsoka? You know way too much about swords!"

"Yeah, but I'm like ninety-percent sure that his antiques are Prussian and mid-century German military officer dress uniform relics, and pairing that with the Nazi pistols he's got on display--"

"He's just a history buff! And his family's German, of course he prioritizes that region, it's not like he doesn't have Russian or French or English antiques in there too, it's all sides of the war and--"

"I'm just saying he's almost definitely sending me sketchy glances like he thinks I'm planning to steal the silver on the three occasions you've had me with you when you stop by, and I'm pretty sure it's got less to do with my criminal record and more to do with me being, you know, not white."

Anakin looks ready to blow, so Obi-Wan interrupts. "Ahsoka, you were explaining how Anakin passing out on Aayla and scaring us all half to death led to your friendship?"

Ahsoka blinks at him, and then sticks her tongue out at Anakin and turns back to the chart. "So basically, Skyguy had to recuperate in Uncle Plo's living room for a week or two, and I kept showing up to bother him because he was bored and nobody would give him a laptop for 'security reasons,' because he had to lay low and stuff. He made me help him sketch out designs for a prosthesis and do all the writing for the math he had to do for the 3D printer, and we got to chatting."

Ahsoka hops up and back onto a table, legs swinging below her. "I decided he was cool and started following him around while he was getting used to only having one hand, mostly because I was bored. He showed me how to hotwire a car, and explained the best places to put a bug if you were looking to make it sneaky, and he picked my pocket to show off so many times when he was walking around Uncle Plo's house that I made him teach me that, too. And, uh, then Aayla found out and they got into a shouting match about it and decided they both needed to teach me parkour so I could get out of any mess I got myself into, since I was obviously going to follow them into a life of crime."

"And you did," Anakin says, far too proudly. "You're the best thief in this half of the country."

"Only because Aayla moved out east."

Anakin rolls his eyes and pulls Ahsoka into his side, digging his knuckles into her skull. "Best thief! You are the best thief! Be proud of yourself!"

"Let go!"

"Never!"

Obi-Wan sighed heavily and rubbed at his forehead. "Children, please."

"You're not my dad," Ahsoka growls out at him. "Skyguy, I'm going to bite you!"

"Good luck, the only arm you can access is the one that's going to break your teeth."

Ahsoka shrieks in outrage and stomps on Anakin's instep.

It's almost funny, for all that Obi-Wan's seen it play out a million times before, but the really interesting part is seeing Rex's look of fond dismay.

Obi-Wan thinks he might be adding a branch out to the Fetts soon. He's not actually sure if Rex is interested in Anakin or Ahsoka, and he's smack dab between them in age, so that's not a help either, but... well. The expression is familiar enough.

"Please tell me you don't match-make," Cody mutters to him.

"No, I plan to let the pieces fall where they will," Obi-Wan responds, just as low, and far more amused. "I'm simply trying to predict where those landings are to be."

Cody looks at him, and then back at the roughhousing trio, and sighs heavily. "You know, I really didn't think that you technically being minor royalty was going to be the least convoluted thing in your story, Obi-Wan."

He laughs, because it's true. "I'm first in line to inherit the title, since Rael denounced his claim. Nim isn't interested, and Qui-Gon's dead, so... I'm next."

Cody makes a face. "Delightful. I'm guessing that's not a connection we can safely make use of."

"No more than the Kryze or Naberries, I'm afraid." Obi-Wan claps him on the shoulder. "Chin up, I've plenty others in the metaphorical rolodex, all far less legitimate and far more amenable to work with our little outfit."

"Rolodex, really?" Cody snorts. "You're not that old."

Obi-Wan smiles winningly. "You don't know how old I am, Cody. All my IDs are fake."

"Anakin's twenty-four, and you're sixteen years older than him, going by the story you just told me," Cody points out. "I do know how to do basic math, Obi-Wan."

"I had to try," Obi-Wan admits. "I threw a lot of information at you all at once; I'd hoped you missed some of the ages in there."

"I have eight brothers," Cody scoffs. "And literally dozens of cousins, plus niblings, uncles, aunts, and so on. I have experience on this."

"If I asked you to list of the age of every single relative you have, you'd be able to do it?"

"Do you want me to draw a chart? I can draw a chart."

Obi-Wan can't help but laugh. "I'd be delighted, my dear."

Cody rolls his eyes, but Obi-Wan thinks--it's hard to tell in the dimmed lights of the closed bar--that there's a hint of a blush on the man's face. Obi-Wan lets himself slouch to the side, drops his head to rest on one fist, indolent debauchery in every line of his body. Cody does his best to ignore him, but Obi-Wan knows how to smile lazily and blink slowly and draw a man in.

(The whole 'indolent debauchery in every line of his body' phrasing is Anakin's, from back when he was a teenager trying to read highbrow literature to impress a cute girl... and to come up with new insults for his older brother.)

"So," Cody says, with a cough meant to somehow distract Obi-Wan from whatever's showing on the man's face. "Why, uh, why is your grandfather on terrorist watchlists?"

"Well, he didn't initially do anything," Obi-Wan says. "He was just a gay man who didn't hide it quite well enough, and had too much money and too white a face for someone to just call the cops on a faulty report. The Red Scare was technically over by that point, I think, but if a few people made suggestions that he was more loyal to the country that gave him a noble title than to the United States... he received a few warnings, of course, and it could have all blown over..."

"But?"

"But my grandfather is not a man to do things by halves, and instead decided that if the government was to list him as a threat, then he would oblige and make himself a threat," Obi-Wan finishes. "Living up to their labels, rolling with the assumptions, whatever you'd like to call it. It all irked him, and so he made some incredibly questionable decisions to make the government's lives harder. Some weren't bad, like donating to anti-war foundations that were protesting the Gulf War and the interventions in Yugoslavia, that sort of thing, and some were... nobody really looks well on gunrunning, you know."

"For fuck's sake..."

"Indeed," Obi-Wan chuckles. "Ironically, he has minimal opinion on the optimal form of economics, for all that virulent xenophobia and the remnants of anti-communism were involved in the whole mess. He just wanted to create problems for the people that were causing him problems."

Cody shakes his head. "I want to judge that, but you've met my father."

"Jango Fett is, indeed, also not a man to do things by halves," Obi-Wan agrees, attempting to nod gravely but breaking into a smile at the end. "That man is absurd."

"At least he's not dragging Boba into it anymore," Cody mutters. He drags over the fresh sheet of paper and pen that Obi-Wan offers him. "Okay, right, let's start with Jaster..."

#TCW Leverage AU #Disaster Lineage #Modern AU #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #Commander Cody #Captain Rex #Implied Codywan #Mentioned Obitine #Implied Rexwalker OR Rexsoka (unclear to POV character) #Yoda #Count Dooku #Qui Gon Jinn #and various others #Phoenix Posts #nazi mention #red scare mention #violence mention #Leverage AU #crossovers #homophobia mention #racism mention

[shih-coulda-had-it]

The first time the boys called torino dad (angst if you want) and when the grandkids call him grandpa (fluff!)

hoo boy anon, you unlocked something in the nana lives!au. i need to retcon a few earlier scenes to account for an older (and therefore bitchier) kotarou. i also need to figure out how i use my honorifics asldfjsaf. hopefully it looks consistent as you read!

word count: ~2.2k. gran torino POV, covering kotarou - toshinori - (hana - tenko - izuku). nana lives!au.

i.

The first time Kotarou calls Sorahiko ‘tou-san,’ they are just about to enter the airport and leave Japan for the United States. Specifically, their flight is headed from Narita International to Los Angeles International, where they will be greeted (and possibly slapped, in Sorahiko’s case) by Nana and Toshinori. Only one of them is expected.

“Tou-san,” Kotarou repeats.

He can’t help it. Sorahiko flinches, eyebrows drawing together in a reflexive frown and knuckles whitening on the plastic suitcase handle. What the hell should he say? The words, ‘I’m not your dad,’ feel lodged in his throat, so he replaces them with something less stiff: “‘Torino-san’ is fine, Kotarou.”

The kid huffs. “You adopted me, didn’t you? Aren’t you my dad?”

“Technically speaking, I’m your guardian,” he deflects. “You don’t have to call me that. Your mother…”

“She’s the one who gave me up,” says Kotarou. His temper slips into something snappish, and Sorahiko wants to hit his head against a wall upon recognizing the tone. He hadn’t exactly been a paragon of cool and collected negotiation when arguing with the social workers to secure custody of Kotarou.

“We talked about this.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the kid mutters. The thin shoulders slump into a sulk, and a general air of sullen childhood angst hangs about him as he scuffs his rubber-soled sneaker on the concrete. It’s a far cry from Toshinori’s teenage tantrums, which were thankfully few in number and easy to quiet with a sharp look. Sorahiko glances at his watch. There’s enough time to have a quick talk.

“I knew your father,” Sorahiko says. “He was a good man. He believed the best of people, even when they made mistakes.”

“Well, it wasn’t him that left me behind!” Kotarou shoots back hotly. “Are you saying he would back her up? That he would’ve chosen to protect strangers over me too? They didn’t choose me. You did. So. So--” He hiccups, abrupt, and before Sorahiko can react, Kotarou’s scrubbing angrily at his eyes with his arm.

Sorahiko crouches so they’re eye-level with each other. Alarmed by the breakdown, he says, “Hey, hey, you know your mother loves you. I told you about the villain, didn’t I? About her fight that landed her in the hospital? This was the only way to protect you.”

“You’re lying.”

“Where’s the lie?”

“We’re leaving Japan right now,” says Kotarou. “We could’ve done that years ago.”

He sighs. There’s a whole bunch of problems that Kotarou can’t comprehend the scale of at the tender age of seven, and though Sorahiko tried to treat the kid as an adult, it would fly over Kotarou’s head. “The villain didn’t give your mother time to arrange that. It was all she could do to find a trusted social worker after your father died. So treat them with respect, alright?”

“Fine.”

“You can feel angry,” Sorahiko allows, because unlike with Toshinori, steamrolling over tears isn’t on the table with a temperamental child. “I’m sorry that you had to go through this.”

“... Are you sorry you found me?”

Sorahiko studies Kotarou’s blotchy complexion, the downturned eyes and the trembling upper lip as it tries to firm itself into a stiff line. Slowly, he says, “I didn’t fight your mother’s decision to foster you.”

Kotarou’s sniffles stop.

“Your father was killed. Even with the two of us fighting together, we couldn’t protect him, and so we knew we couldn’t protect you. A plan to run away or get revenge wasn’t on the table for us, not with the villain hot on our heels. So your mother’s first priority was you. Your safety, above everything else.

“You were safe with that foster family,” says Sorahiko. “It’s what your mother had in mind, even if you refused to give up the Shimura name. But you weren’t happy.”

“I wasn’t,” Kotarou agrees.

“I nearly lost her. She’s survived, but only because of an insane amount of luck. When I thought of the possibility of losing you, so soon after finding you again, I had a choice. Either I let you go and hope that you find happiness, or… I grab this second chance, and hope you don’t regret me choosing you.”

Wet gray eyes blink at Sorahiko. The sniffles return, and Kotarou’s sleeve is going to be crusty and ruined with all the hurried, repetitive wiping of his face. Part of him despairs of the possibility that the customs officer will suspect Sorahiko of being a piece of shit parent. At last, Kotarou warbles, “Can I please call you ‘tou-san’?”

Sorahiko exhales. “... Okay. Just--don’t do it because you want to stick it to your mother.”

“Okay.”

“C’mon, then. We have a plane to check into.”

ii.

The first time Toshinori calls Sorahiko ‘tou-san’, it is an absolute slip of the tongue that happens in the middle of class. They try not to advertise it, but 3-A knows that Toshinori interns with Gran Torino. Yet in a total reversal of favoritism/teacher’s-pet mentality, this particular connection earns Toshinori a level of ‘constructive’ criticism that would reduce any other student to tears.

“You’re wasting air-time every second you don’t look ahead and calculate what force you need for your next jump. So think for once, and adjust not just for the first landing--”

“Okay, tou-san,” says Toshinori, exasperated beyond belief and clearly hoping that Sorahiko would finish the lesson. Then he freezes.

Sorahiko is similarly frozen. Slack-jawed, too. They’ve known each other for a number of years now, and ever since Nana asked him to not only teach for Toshinori’s third year but play host to the brat, they are now spending an excess amount of time together. It sucks. His apartment now has signs of life, like the scuff marks from Toshinori’s sneakers on the genkan and the jackets being slung haphazardly over the backs of chairs.

“Did you just call him ‘dad’?” hisses Doukeshi.

“No,” squeaks the brat who just called him ‘dad’, aloud, in front of nineteen witnesses.

“Well, it definitely wasn’t ‘Torino-sensei,’ Yagi-kun.”

“I didn’t say it!”

He works his jaw, trying to work out the right way to navigate this. Students slip up all the time. It’s the nature of being in close quarters with them, and being a guiding presence in their formative years. Just because Toshinori is in closer quarters doesn’t mean he’s projecting some parental connection between himself and Sorahiko.

That’s not them. ‘Torino-sensei’ is not the equivalent of ‘oshishou.’ Sorahiko has always been aware of what kind of figure he is in Toshinori’s life, and it’s certainly not fatherly.

“Moving on,” says Sorahiko finally. Too many eyes rested on them. Teenagers--they’re addicted to interpersonal drama.

Later, as they walk towards the office, Toshinori refrains from trailing behind him and speeds up his pace to walk alongside Sorahiko. He clears his throat. “Ah, Torino-sensei? You’re, um, not gonna mention what happened today to oshishou, right?”

Sorahiko snorts. It’d be funny, as most anecdotes about Toshinori are, but--

“Because,” the kid continues, a little anxious, “I don’t want oshishou to think, like, that I’m going to call her ‘mom’ in the middle of a fight or anything. It doesn’t really feel, um, right? Since her son…?”

Ah. Now it’s not as funny. Sorahiko glances at Toshinori’s ducked head, the sheepish hand gripping the back of his neck in a prolonged cringe of embarrassment. He lets the kid stew in his thoughts for a second, then he says, “Nothing happened. It’s fine.”

“I really didn’t mean to say it, Torino-sensei,” says Toshinori. His earnest, apologetic tone feels a bit like a knife; it cuts through the leftover awkwardness Sorahiko had felt upon hearing it.

Yeah, he feeds and houses the kid; he cleans up after him and assigns him chores to teach him how to do laundry and ensure his gear doesn’t stink after a week; this is the bare minimum of what a guardian should do. Moral support and encouragement comes from Nana, who is acting in the capacity of a mentor (and trying desperately not to project onto Toshinori).

Sorahiko exhales sharply through his nose. “We’re past it, Toshinori. Move on.”

“O-oh. Okay!”

“Did you listen to anything I said before that?” he demands.

“Of course! I mean, it was stuff I knew, since you keep saying it.”

“Why do I have to keep saying it?” Sorahiko nags, and reaches out to scrub his hand over Toshinori’s bent head. The outside must resemble the inside: nothing but fluff. The kid squawks about the treatment, but at least he jerks out from under Sorahiko’s ruffling and straightens up. “I get that you’re not a listener, but would you rather I just beat the information into your brain instead?”

“No, thank you!”

The banter--well, Sorahiko half-means it, because Toshinori actually learns better on his feet than on paper or by lecture--catches the attention of a mother passing by with her daughter. Clearly horrified by the casual mention of violence, the mother claps her hands over her daughter’s ears and throws Sorahiko a dirty, suspicious look.

“Sorry,” says Toshinori in Sorahiko’s place.

“Don’t say ‘sorry,’” chastises Sorahiko, glaring right back at the mother until they are too far away.

“Sorry,” he repeats, then goes, “haha?” as though that will save him from further lecture.

(iii.

The first time Sorahiko hears himself being referred to as ‘grandpa,’ Hana weaponizes the honorific to bully Sorahiko into giving her more strawberry ice cream. She’s very cute for a brat, and this cuteness aids Hana’s persuasive skills as she chants, “Jii-chan, Jii-chan, more, more!”

“No,” Sorahiko tells Hana, but the sternness in his voice is crumbling. “You just had a bowl.”

“Jii-chan,” she whines. She bounces on her heels, tiny pigtails bouncing in tandem, and she widens her eyes so they shine under the kitchen light. Sorahiko feels his resolve crumble further, and he thinks faintly of Nana’s warning not to give their grandchild a sugar high.

“Oh no. It’s empty. There’s nothing left. You ate it all.”

“What?! But--but--” Hana scrambles to connect dots in her tiny five year old brain. Sorahiko would feel bad for lying to his granddaughter, but his sanity takes precedence--oh, no. Tears well up in Hana’s gray eyes. They look like Kotarou’s, which look like Nana’s, which means that Sorahiko panics.

“Hey, what about, uh--what about taiyaki? Have you ever had taiyaki before?”

iv.

Tenko holds the ranking of cutest baby boy in the world, side-by-side to Hana, who was the cutest baby girl in the world. The age difference between daughter and son is minimal, but children grow by leaps and bounds. Sorahiko feels like he and Nana miss whole chunks of progress, since they live separately from Kotarou.

For example: in the span of a week, Tenko goes from being nonverbal--reliant on Hana to express his wants and needs--to speaking in full sentences.

“Good morning, baa-chan,” Tenko pipes up, and he toddles over to hug Nana’s leg. Nana looks ecstatic. She bends down and squeezes him in a hug.

“Aah, good morning, Tenko-kun!!!”

“Hi, jii-chan,” the kid manages, waving at Sorahiko with timid enthusiasm. More reserved than Hana, Sorahiko thinks. This is, in fact, the wrong conclusion to draw, but Sorahiko won’t know of Tenko’s motormouth and impulsive behavior for several years yet. He wiggles his fingers back in a hello and adds a cursory, “Morning, Tenko,” before Nana can accuse him of influencing Tenko’s quiet nature.

v.

“I really couldn’t,” Midoriya protests, turning bright pink at the suggestion that he could use the grandparent honorifics with Nana and Sorahiko. “All Might took me on as his student and successor, not his son.”

“Sometimes those things are one and the same,” muses Nana.

“Unless you think you’re disrespecting the grandparents already in your life,” Sorahiko observes, and he stirs the teaspoon of condensed milk in Nana’s black tea. Steam wafts into the air, like they need reminding that Toshinori has already left Midoriya in their care to attend to school business. Sorahiko doesn’t envy him. U.A.’s faculty meetings are tedious.

“Ah, no. They’re not… It’s just me and my mom.”

Nana kicks Sorahiko before he can poke at that subject, and he kicks her back before she can subtly nudge the conversation to Midoriya’s mother’s preferences in men. She clears her throat. Gently, she says, “If that’s so, then please. I don’t mind another grandchild in the family.”

“Think of it this way,” Sorahiko says, blunt. “You ate the hair. You’re part of the One for All line. Your legacy is no longer singularly the Midoriya family name, or your hero name. It includes the Shimura family too. So congratulations. You have grandparents.”

“Oh,” says Midoriya. He blinks, owlish. “In public, then, could I refer to you as my grandparents? Does it depend on whether or not you’re wearing your costumes? Wait, if you’re wearing your costumes, then I have to be professional, never mind--”

“Slow down!” Nana laughs.

“I still have my license, so you’ll refer to me as ‘Gran Torino’ or I’ll kick your ass.”

“Ah?!”

“But otherwise,” she interrupts, sipping her mug of sweetened tea, “feel free, Izuku-kun.”

“Obaa-san,” the kid tests, and at Nana’s encouraging nod and smile, Midoriya looks at Sorahiko and visibly swallows his trepidation. “Ojii-san.”

“Izuku,” says Sorahiko mildly. He pushes the platter of taiyaki further from the center. “Eat, kid. You’ll want energy for the next few hours.”)

#bnha #nanahiko #gran torino #torino sorahiko #shimura kotarou #yagi toshinori #all might #shimura hana #shimura tenko #shimura nana #midoriya izuku #deku #shih.txt #nana lives!au #asks #anon #d-december #ohhh my god that's so many character tags #the children are too cute for sorahiko's heart #unfortunately for toshinori he was already gangly and obstinate #by the time sorahiko met him #which did not endear toshinori to sorahiko as it did to nana #(because at age 13. sorahiko was gangly and obstinate. #it's all about the parallels.) #and then when sorahiko meets izuku he's mellowed out #so rather than rag on izuku for being toshinori's successor #he's more #oh. new grandson? alright then.

[ray-ray-writings]

drabble idea: after Wilbur is killed by Phil, Fundy finds a smol arctic fox hybrid reader and cuz they're both foxes and the hybrid child looks abandoned, he adopts them. Then Ghostbur shows up and Fundy doesn't want him to have anything to do with his child. maybe some other relationships for fluff??? i'm just craving this rn -💍

So imagines won right? I sit down and go to write the imagine, and I just end up staring at a blank screen for what felt like forever. I know I said I would give you the option but I honestly couldn’t put anything in my brain for it. And because I spent so long staring at it, I lost a lot of time and so this is the only post for tonight…. I feel so bad. I’m sorry guys, I should have more stuff tomorrow. <3

TW: Parental abandonment.

This idea is so cute though. 

So we all know that Wilbur wasn’t the best father. He really messed Fundy up and gave him some of those good good daddy issues to where he has a hard time trusting people. But I think that he would be out on a walk, clearing his mind, trying to think of anything but his father. He’d be in a snowy biome when he hears footsteps. At first he thinks it’s a mob of some kind, so he draws his weapon and creeps toward the sound. He catches sight of something white and at first he thinks it’s a skeleton, but then the thing moves again and he can very clearly see it’s an ear, a white fluffy ear… That’s odd. “Hello?” he finally decides to call out. There is a small squeak and a lot of rustling. When he wasn’t attacked, he figured it safe to move forward. He carefully approached and as he pushed some of the bushes out of the way to reveal a small child. In one quick glance he could tell this was no ordinary child. It was an arctic fox hybrid, the fluffy white ears and tail a dead give away. In his glance, he could also tell this child was in rough shape. Their clothes were tattered and torn allowing him to see just how skinny they were. His heart ached for the poor child, “Hello little one,” he greets softly, “What are you doing out here?” 

You’d been on your own for a really really long time now. Your parents had brought you out here, told you to stay put, and left. You listened and so you waited for them to come back. But as the days went on, you began to understand what had happened. But nevertheless, you sat there and waited. Munching on the berries of the bushes, but it never quite fills your stomach. One day as you’re moving from bush to bush, a voice calls out. It startles you and you can’t help but let out a squeak as you fall to the ground in surprise. The bushes shuffle a bit and from over the top you find an orange headed man peering at you curiously. His eyes scan you quickly before he speaks, “Hello little one,” his voice soft and comforting as he speaks, “What are you doing out here?” You give him a little shrug and allow yourself to look him up and down. You’re heart thuds a little faster as you notice that he is also a fox hybrid with orange and black ears, an orange and white tail, and sharp canines poking out from his lips. “Where are you parents?” he tries again. Again, you give a little shrug and figuring you can trust this man, you speak, “Gone… Let me here.” His heart breaks at your sad and defeated tone. “They left you here? All by yourself? When did they leave?” Another shrug, “Two… three….. Weeks.” you mumble, looking down to the berry bushes, your fingers grazing them carefully. Fundy’s heart burns in anger as he thinks about how horrible your parents were for leaving their obviously amazing child to die in the woods. He’s about to speak when your stomach grumbles loudly causing you to flush in embarrassment. “Hungry?” Fundy asks, then mentally smacks himself. Of course you’re hungry your stomach just rumbled. But you nod sheepishly, still plucking at the leaves. “How would you like to come home with me. I can fix you up some fish. I have lots of fish at my house. You could eat as much as you’d like and you could stay as long as you want.” Not even caring if this guy was lying to you, you accept his offer, simply desperate to get out of the woods. Your head slowly rises from the bushes as you stare at Fundy who is smiling at you ever so softly with an outstretched hand. Carefully you raise your own arm and gently rest your hand in his, shivering at the warmth that spreads throughout your palm. “Let’s get going then kiddo.” 

Fundy leads you out of the forest and towards his house. As you two walk, you two talk… Well he does a lot of the talking and you give small answers here and there. You tell him your name and he tells you his. He talks about where you’re going and how it’s extremely safe there and how he thinks you’ll like it. He leads you inside his house, sits you at the table, before making up some fish for you and him. He places the plate down in front of you and before he can sit to eat his own meal, yours is finished. To say he’s shocked is an understatement, but he quickly remembers you were out in the forest all alone for two to three weeks, maybe longer with nothing but berries. You’re looking at him super embarrassed, like you want to ask for more but are too scared too. “Hey, it’s okay,” he soothes, walking back over to you, setting his own plate down in front of you, picking up the empty one, “You don’t have to feel bad. Like I said, I have plenty of fish, eat as much as you like.” And so you do. You eat until you’re so full you can barely move. Your eyes are sleepily closing and then jerking back open as you try to force yourself to stay awake. Fundy notices this and laughs quietly to himself. Your eyes close for a little while, giving Fundy enough time to put his plan into action. He quickly stands up, moves to you, picks you up, and carries you to his bed. He carefully lays you down, tucks you in, and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep well darling,” he mumbles, not thinking much of it. “Thanks dad” you mumble back, clearly out of it. But the simple word stops Fundy’s heart before a huge smile grows on his face. He decides that he wants you to be his child, if you want. He can feel a connection and a strong desire to care and love for you and he wants to be that strong father figure that he himself did not have. The next morning when you wake up, you don’t remember what you said obviously. You also plan to leave and go back to the forest. You would thank Fundy for feeding you but you already feel you've overstayed your welcome. You make your way down to the kitchen, ready to tell the man who saved you, who you don’t want to leave, goodbye. Fundy is standing over the stove and at the sound of your footsteps his head turns and he grins brightly at you, “Hey kiddo! Have a seat! Eggs are almost done! I hope you like them scrambled!” Not wanting him to feel bad, you do as you’re told and decide to tell him after breakfast. True to his word, the eggs don’t take that much longer and soon he’s served you some eggs. You two eat together, talking a bit about how you both slept and stuff. And after you’re done, you’re just about to tell him but then he begins to tell you about his plans for the day and asks if you want to tag along and you do. You really do. It is then you decide that you’ll stay until Fundy asks you to leave, and if that means you’re staying forever… So be it. 

Okay on to some more general headcanons and less plot type stuff haha

You two help each other in grooming your ears and tails all the time. I feel like they can be hard to get perfectly clean by yourself so you two do it together as a bonding activity. You would do Fundy’s first because it takes less time. Fundy does a lot of it and you just get the hard to reach spots and stuff, and makes sure there is no spot left unclean. However, when it’s your turn, Fundy takes complete control. He will make you just sit there and let him groom and take care of you. He is so careful as he does it. He cleans your ears and your tail carefully, making sure no dirt is left. And then he takes the time to carefully brush out the hair and make it very soft and very fluffy. It feels so nice. I would imagine you didn’t have the nicest parents, they literally left you in a forest to die, so you never got this special treatment or attention for your ears or tail. So the first time you two did this, you would be so confused. You didn’t understand what was happening or why you were being treated so kindly, which broke Fundy’s heart. I feel that’s also partly why he doesn’t let you help because he wants to make sure that you know that you will be loved and cared for as long as he’s in your life. 

So that being said, you two are so affectionate with each other. Like you curl up together and cuddle on the couch all the time. It has a lot to do with the fox side of both of you. It feels really nice to be pressed against family of your own ‘breed’ so to speak. A lot of the time it’s a lot of you sitting on his lap or laying on top him while he holds you tightly. Again, he wants to make sure that you feel loved and wanted. 

I feel like it wouldn’t take you long to call him dad. Like you accidentally did the first night, but you weren’t really awake for it. But I do feel like it would be a slip of the tongue on your part again. Just he does something for you and you give a quick “thanks dad” before you dead stop and stare at him. His eyes are also wide and filling with tears. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to call you that. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. It just that you have taken care of me from the moment I got here and I--” Fundy would cut you off by pulling you into a tight hug. “It’s okay Y/N. It really is. It would be an honor if you called me your father” he tells you. Your heart soars in your chest as you hug him back. “Okay… Thank you dad.” You two go to sleep that night with the biggest smiles on your faces that you’ve ever had.

…….. Speaking of dads….. Ghostbur comes back. One day there is a knock on the door. You’re both confused because no one should be coming over to your knowledge. But Fundy gets up and he opens the door and his confusion turns into anger. “What are you doing here?” He spits out. You slowly make your way to the front room, hiding behind a wall but peeking your head around the corner to see what was happening. There in front of your father stood an extremely pale man in a yellow sweater and a red beanie. “Hello Fundy!” the man greets, oblivious to Fundy’s harsh tone, “I came to visit you! I wanted to see my son!” A gasp catches in your throat, this was your dad’s dad. He hadn’t told you much about him, he just told you that he used to be close with his father but as he grew more obsessed with politics, that bond broke bit by bit until it was completely severed by his death. “Well that sucks because I don’t want to see you. Go away now” Fundy snaps back, waving him off. Ghostbur catches his harsh tone now and a frown settles on his face, “Fundy please. I want to talk. I want to mend what was broken. You’re my son and-” “And nothing. You should have thought about that before you went and blew up our nation and then got stabbed by grandpa… So goodbye now.” Fundy moves out of the doorway and goes to close the door. When he moved out of the doorway though, he accidentally gives Ghostbur a direct line of sight of you peeking around the corner. He lets out a gasp and points, “Fundy who’s that.” Fundy looks over his shoulder and pales a little but because oh fuck. This is the last thing he wanted to happen. He clears his throat and looks back to the ghost of his father. “That’s Y/N… My kid” “I have a grandchild?” “No you don’t because you are no father of mine. Now if you’ll excuse me” and before Ghostbur can respond, Fundy has slammed the door closed. You’re a little worried as to what he’s going to say to you so you speak first after you walk all the way in, “I’m sorry” you whisper. “No, no, no baby. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it.” The rest of the day, Fundy is a little off. He tries to act normal but you can tell something is off. You don’t call him out on it though, you just let him do him. 

But yeah. Fundy does everything in his power to keep you away from Ghostbur. He does not care a single bit if Ghostbur isn’t Wilbur, they were both still his father that practically abandoned him and so therefore he will not be around his child. His child will only be surrounded by those who love them unconditionally and will always love them. If you and him are out and public and Ghostbur appears, Fundy will take you back home. He doesn’t care if what he is doing is super important, he will leave and take you home. He also will not let Ghostbur in his home. Ghostbur does show up occasionally, hoping to catch another glance of you, but Fundy barely opens the door to the point where Ghostbur can hardly see him. Fundy will let Phil, Techno, and Tommy see you occasionally which hurts Ghostbur a lot, but there is nothing he can do about it. Fundy does not want his ghost father to be anywhere near his child. 

But Fundy would be an amazing father. He knows what it’s like to be/feel abandoned by a parent and to feel ignored in a world full of family. So he makes sure you never feel like that. He loves you so much and makes sure you know that. Fundy would do anything for you, give anything for you. He loves you so much. His precious baby child. 

Okay that ending sucked lololol. Again, I’m very sorry that this is the only post tonight. I got a much later start than I planned and it fucked everything. I’ll see you guys with more content tomorrow though (hopefully).

#mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt drabble #fundy #fundy imagine #fundy x reader #fundy drabble #ghostbur #ghostbur x reader #wilbur soot #tw: abandonment #💍 anon #anon #ray responds

[tssidesfics]

TSSides Anti-Fairytale AU

I’m not coming for fairytales. They have their place, but as an aromantic person...I do not feel seen. And then I decided to re-watch Enchanted (pirated, of course, because fuck Disney). And then this idea happened. 

Patton was a child-king who married his best friend when forced to, and then she died in childbirth. He’s given Roman everything he could, but he’s lived his life dictated by the advisors who’ve used him as a puppet king his whole rule. He’s miserable because he doesn’t like how the system functions but he thinks he’s chained to tradition.

Roman copes with his complicated relationship with his father by questing and almost dying, like, every other week. Anxious attachment for days. Boy keeps trying very hard to find a princess and can’t seem to figure out why nothing will stick. To which Patton goes “oh. He got it from me. Oops.”

All I know is Remus is aromantic and aplatonic and exactly as chaotic as he should be.

Roman’s birthday. Ball. The classic. He greets all the noble families and he’s seen those losers a bunch before, but this time, he meets a new “girl” with a family he usually hates who intrigues him. He is not a girl and I will not be misgendering him because ew, but, gist: Virgil, transphobic rich parents forcing him to conform to gender roles, absolutely miserable, in Peak Bitch (gender-neutral) form. Roman mistakenly believes he’s cured and talks Virgil up a lot. Convinces himself he’s fallen madly in love.

Problem is, he tells Patton, who’s shocked he found a “girl” but absolutely is on-board, and then goes to the family to ask for Virgil’s hand and there’s no Virgil.

Thus begins the Mulan ripoff but openly trans where Virgil poses as a boy servant at the castle because his parents can’t get into the castle willy-nilly and it’s the safest place to be. Absolutely loathes Roman’s very existence because that dumb bitch flirted with him while he was a girl and therefore VIrgil thinks he is The WorstTM. Then Roman catches him grouching about and decides to solve this by teaching him sword-play, mostly to give him the excuse to beat on a dummy with a sword-shaped stick. 

Meanwhile Roman is just le sigh I did it again. I connected more with a boy than a girl. Why did she have to run away? Now I’m doomed to be weird.

Well then assassins break into the castle and Ever-Paranoid Virgil immediately susses them out as bad news and uses the remnants of the ball to absolutely wreck them when they try to kill Roman and his father while they’re taking a rare opportunity to chat and bond. Patton decides he is Adopting This Child, fuck you, advisors, he’s as thin as a stick, and Virgil now gets to eat with the royal family. 

It’s the first time Patton has ever actually told his advisors to go fuck themselves. It’s the first step toward a positive turnaround and it happened because Patton’s dad instincts took over and nothing in the world is more valid than that, fight me.

Enter genderqueer icon morally neutral witch, Janus, all pronouns, who’s trying to topple the monarchy to enact lasting change and didn’t want to dirty her hands right away, but honestly people are so unreliable. So he gets onto Patton’s crew as a handmaiden and excuse you who gave the king permission to be actually endearing?

Roman feels slightly weird because Patton’s calling Virgil “kiddo” and he’s not calling him his son but he also treats him very similarly as he does to Roman and Remus, which isn’t great but is significantly better than it could be, but Roman’s got a crush. 

Then Janus finds out Virgil’s trans and reveals this. Virgil thinks he’s about to get blackmailed into murdering the only people who have ever cared about him and then Janus just rolls their eyes like “excuse you I’m evil not psychopathic. I can give you a potion to make your body reflect your mind. You in?”

“Great, so my only cure to stop feeling like frozen trash reheated in a forest fire is to accept the highly dangerous bribe of a definitely evil witch! Thanks! I hate it!”

Yes Virgil memes even in a fantasy world where Tumblr doesn’t exist.

Also Virgil and Roman are bonding. A lot. They’re getting very close and Virgil even lets slip that he loves Roman and then tries to fling himself out a window. Roman gets touched, stops him, and tries to kiss him, but Virgil leans away. Roman expresses confusion.

“I...I love you, but I don’t want to kiss you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t either. But I’ve...never wanted to kiss anyone. For any reason.”

“But...you still love me?”

“I do. I’m sorry.”

Roman...doesn’t feel as rejected as he thinks he maybe should? Honestly, it’s not totally a relief, but it’s just kinda...neutral. It’s not even a disappointment. 

Well, Janus is not evil and actually wants to run a kingdom (instating a committee mixed of educated rich fucks and working class receiving education) a whole lot more than Patton, who thinks she’s just...kinda awesome and very misunderstood. There’s a lot of hissing and grumbling that they’re not misunderstood, they’re evil, they don’t even have a tragic backstory, they just kill people to enact the change they want to see, just because they got ditched in a forest as a baby and was raised by a magic snake means nothing. The snake was a very loving and supportive parent.

Roman talks to Patton and Patton is like “fuck marriage rules. Fuck heteronormativity. Fuck my advisors. My kingdom is a haven for the gays. All the gays. Of every color. Come here and be merry and queer.”

Virgil’s just like “yo no reason but in this new world where it’s okay to love whatever gender is it maybe cool to be a boy when the world says you’re a girl?”

Janus draws a knife and glares at Patton and Patton’s just like “even if my partner wasn’t threatening to kill me I’d say it was fine why?”

“No reason.”

“Virgil.”

“What?”

“Is there something you want to share?”

“No.”

“Is there something you need to share?”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re being defensive again, Storm Grouch.”

Virgil sticks his tongue out. “Fine. People used to think I was a girl and I have a stupid body. Happy?”

And Patton learns from Janus the fine art of Validating The Fuck Out Of Gender.

The advisors stage a coop and lock Janus in an anti-magic cage, and then at the same time Virgil’s biological nightmares track him down and steal a spelled green apple from Janus’ shop they give Virgil. You know the drill. Deep sleep like death, yadda yadda.

Well, they immediately claim the body making a big dramatic deal about how they have to bury “her” and they’ll take “her” home to see her off and it’s so tragic, just as they were reunited, when the reality is they have the antidote back home, they’re just looking for control over his life again.

Except Roman goes off. “He is staying here where he--where he will be buried under the name Virgil dressed properly and if you came anywhere near his body I’ll kill you myself.”

Guess what constitutes a totally platonic, non-kiss related act of queerplatonic true love, bitch? Fighting your transphobic partner’s parents over their dead body.

Kingdom’s retaken, sweeping reform while Patton retires to be a stay at home dad to fix his relationship with his kids. Virgil gets formerly adopted. The stepparent is actually a morally neutral genderqueer witch who runs the kingdom fairly and justly, the central love story is trans and aromantic, and my queer ass is something resembling happy.

Logan is probably one of the advisors and the only one with sense who probably starts knocking off his coworkers after the coop because they’re all deeply, deeply stupid. Remus probably spends half the story making friends with a troll he brings in to save the day in the third act.

#anti-fairytale au #fairytale au #sanders sides #tssides #sanders sides fic #but it's not written but I want it to be but I have too many projects so have the idea fully realized mostly #prinxiety #moceit #aromantic virgil #whatever-the-fuck-romantic Roman #adoption #birth parents are not beautiful and flawless #adoption rules #stepparent Janus #morally neutral Janus #genderqueer janus #trans virgil #everybody's probably also neurodiverse #i just don't know who yet #ts janus #Janus Sanders #patton sanders #ts patton #ts roman #roman sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders #child-king Patton

[incorrectquotesconaisseur]

SO GUYSSSS I JUST FINISHED READING RULE OF WOLVES AND WHAT THE HELL???? I am a MESS

(so here are my thoughts that I had while reading it)

❗❗RULE OF WOLVES SPOILERS❗❗

• Lol Nikolai has a horse named Punchline, I love him so much

• Sankta Zoya Y E S

• Nina is sooo badass I love her - Brum needs to die btw

• Fjerda is a little shit

• "If not for Nina, their blessed termite eating at the heart of Fjerda’s government" - did I mention I love Nina?????

• Nikolai is a freaking mastermind and I love him

• OMG THEY HAVE AN ANTIDOTE FOR PAREM NOW???? HELL YEAH take THAT Fjerda!!!!

• Nina adopting Kaz's mindset when back at the Ice Court is what I live for

• UGH THE APPARAT

• Nikolai is soooo in love with Zoya I AM GOING CRAZY

• Zoya's "you forget that in Kerch greed is a virtue" gave me MAJOR Kaz vibes... I miss my crow babies

• Maybe it's an unpopular opinion, but I don't really like Ehri

• ZOYALAI NATION, HOW ARE WE??? ARE WE CRYING?

• I just REALLY love the found family trope and seeing everyone gathered in Zoya's rooms and Zoya curled up on the couch next to Genya I just AAAAAAAAA

• I absolutely adore the whole concept of the Darkling's prison and the CONSTANT sunlight he has to face HA - Alina vibes

• OMG "bring me Alina Starkov" WHAT THE FUCK I have literal chills ESPECIALLY after seeing the S&B trailer:)

• Nina being so confident in everything she learned from the Crows gives me so much serotonin I WANT MY BABIESSS

• Oh my god... I like prince Rasmus, he gives me major Nikolai vibes

• I draw immense satisfaction from Kaz and Zoya using "podge" as their preferred curse word :))))

• NIKOLAI CAN SEPARATE HIMSELF FROM HIS DEMON???? King behavior

• HOLY SHIT ALINA AGREED TO THE MEETING here we go again, fam

• I'm seeing Nikolai talking a lot about accepting his death and being undisturbed by the prospect of it and it feeaks me out - if he dies, I die with him

• Random, but: they need to get the thorn stuff from the Order of Sankt Feliks or whatever, right??? Maybe they have to steal it... and they would require expertise... MAYBE SOME CROWS PLS???????? (I am such a clown)

• Okay wait... so the letters that prove Nikolai is a bastard are in the druskelle sector... PLEASE TELL ME NINA HAS TO BREAK IN THE ICE COURT the fact that she is back there ALONE makes my heart clench so hard... I MISS MY CROWS

• FUCK ALINA SHOWED UP (also Oncat apparently and now I want to cry about Harshaw again)... AND MAL I can't take this I AM HYPERVENTILATING

• I AM LEGIT ON THE FLOOR Yuri is still there FINALLY understanding that the Darkling is evil AND NOW MY MAIN MAN GOT HIS POWERS BACK oh, I love the chaos

• NIKOLAI FUCKING CARRIES ZOYA'S RIBBON IN HIS POCKET nobody fucking touch me

• THE WEDDING IS FOR GENYA AND DAVID????? I AM SOOO CONFUSED what the heck

• Nikoali is the most fucking badass amazing cunning freakishly intelligent idiot I have ever seen in my entire life, my love for him is immesurable, I cannot put into words just how awesome his awesomeness is TAKE THAT MAKHI YOU BITCH

• OH HELL NO the demon is trying to escape SMACK THAT BITCH NIKOLAI BABY

• Oh wow, Rasmus is crazyyyy af he isn't anything like Nikolai my perfect boi SORRY

• OMG Nikolai's dad us a good guy??? I feel so sorry for him... SO NIKOLAI WAS RIGHT TO BE A ROMANTIC huh

• FUCKING HELL again with the nichevo’ya???? Darkling bby, what the HECK

• Nononononooo NO NOOOO NOT DAVID WHAT THE FUCK LEIGH

• "This is what love does" one of the most powerful quotes tbh

• Wait... they want to???? STEAL??? titanium from the Kerch??? .... DOES THIS MEAN.... C R O W S?????

• Okay but... the Darkling's POV? POWER MOVE I love it!!! And the fact that he uses Aleksander as his name with zero reticence now is just *chef's kiss*

• I'm sorry but... I don't like Mayu's chapters I AM SO SORRY I DON'T

• Nina is my badass queen STEP ASIDE PEASANTS

• All these SoC Easter Eggs and mentions are driving me insane

• Idk why but imagining the Darkling drinking beer is sooo funny to me

• I AM LOSING MY SHIT they are in Ketterdam KETTERDAM does that mean ....DOES THAT MEAN ....I better see my Crows or I am throwing hands

• The Zoyalai conversations in this book are KILLING me

• OH MY FUCKING GOD so Kaz took the Emerald Palace over and renamed it THE SILVER SIX???? LIKE???? I AM LEGIT CRYING???

• Ummm...Zoya, honey, WHY do you want to VOLUNTARILY stay away from Nikolai, HUH?????

• THE ONLY REASON HE AGREED TO HELP NIKOLAI WAS BECAUSE HE GUARANTEES INEJ'S PROTECTION if that's not L O V E idk what is YAAASSS KANEJ

• FUCKING SHIT JESPER!!!! IT'S JESPER!!!! WYLAN!!!! I AM FAINTING MY BABIESS

• The Crows' banter is WHAT I LIVE FOR

• Kaz is the most cold, badass and calculating motherfucker on the planet, I love him soooo much

• No NO NOO JORAN IS THE ONE WHO KILLED MATTHIAS????? HOLY SHIT I am sooo scared LEIGH WHYYYY

• Kaz's reaction to Nikolai's demon is legit the funniest shit ever

• Kaz and Nikolai are bffs - THIS IS HEADCANON LEAVE ME BE

• Queen Leyti has severely disappointed me

• I am having waayyyyy too much fun reading about the Darkling among blindly faithful monks - this is the stuff of sitcoms

• (I know the Crows only had a cameo and they won't pop up again, but I can't help desperation wanting to see Nina reunite with them and PLEASE GIVE ME INEJ!!!)

• Honestly, it's pretty cool getting to have a look in the Darkling's head - it's SUPER fucked up

• OOOOO the blight vs the Darkling = the only confrontation I want to see

• FATHER AND SON REUNION

• I don't care much for Hanne x Nina, but I have to admit that they make a very cute couple

• FUCK THEY BROKE STURMHOND'S BLOCADE FUUUUCK

• WAIT NO it was their plan all along HOLY SHIT electricity RULEZZZZ who knew physics would prove THIS useful???

• UUUGHH FUCK THE APPARAT I am so sick of this guy - Zoya was right, they should have killed him

• I am really pissed at the Darkling- YOU FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGE HOW MUCH RAVKA NEEDS YOUR HELP, YOU SEE NIKOLAI'S BRAVERY, YOU KNOW YOU CAM HELP, AND YOU DO NOTHING??? BRO WHAT THE FUCK

• HELL YEAH ZOYA IS A DRAGOOON fuck some shit up sweety Y E S

• MY SKIN IS CLEARED AND MY CROPS ARE WATERED BY THE DARKLING RAISING A MOB TO CALL ZOYA "SANKTA"

• Also... the Darkling winking at Nikolai? FLERT

• WHAT THE FUCK???? HANNE DIED??? holy shit, why???? WHY CAN'T NINA BE HAPPY???????

• Nikolai is an absolute SAVAGE in a debate

• Idk what to think abt Rasmus... he was kinda badass for standing up against Brum

• SOLDIER. SUMMONER. SAINT. slap me and call me a hoe I SCREAMED WHEN I READ THAT

• ZOYA AS QUEEN, SIGN ME THE FUCK UP

• Okay I stan the Darkling again

• ZOYALAI IS CANON I REPEAT ZOYALAI IS CANONNNNN

• OKAY WOW HANNE IS A FULL-ON BADASS yep, I stan

• I really???? LOVE??? this ending for the Darkling??? Idk but it is VERY fitting

• ALINA!!!! AT ZOYA'S!!!! CORONATION!!!! my life is complete

• FUCKING SHIT INEJ!!! INEEEEEJJJJ my queen my love AAAAAA

• The conversation at the end between Alina, Zoya and Genya DESTROYED ME

• STEALING THE HEART OF SANKT FELIKS yes please BRING THE CROWS BACK!!!!! I NEED ANOTHER CROWS SEQUEL!!!!

• I fainted, I ascended, I DIED at the last page

• NOW I NEED A SEQUEL!!!

• Leigh, you ARE goig to write what happens next, right? RIGHT? RIGHT????

#rule of wolves #row #row spoilers #rule of wolves spoilers #leigh bardugo

[missdawnandherdusk]

Hufflepuff!Muggleborn Extensive Dating A Malfoy Headcanons:

Okay so this got very long very fast but I apologize for nothing.

So you’re pretty much terrified of getting your Hogwarts letter because you have no idea what magic is but now you’re a wizard???

You go anyway and see a blond little boy at Diagon Alley with his parents and his mother has the same list as your dad does

So maybe you follow the little boy around and pick out the things he does because he seems to know what he’s doing

Then you heard his father hiss “disgusting mud blood” your way and your face kinda falls because you thought maybe you found someone who could help and we’ll never mind

Your dad takes your hand and snaps at Lucius “what kind of example is that for your son? No, I’m not one of your lot but you shouldn’t take it out on my daughter!”

Draco peeks out from behind his fathers robes and looks at the tears in your eyes and maybe he does feel a little bad

You absolutely adore your wand

At the station a few older years can tell you’re new and very Muggle in your tshirt jeans and converse that they sort of adopt you one of them being Cedric

You’re not so scared anymore because it seems like maybe these people aren’t so bad

Some kid named Fred buys you a Chocolate Frog and his twin warns you about their sentience

You meet a few other first years and Hermione Granger whos also a muggle and you sort of lament about all of it. She’s super excited because there’s so much to learn and you start to adopt her perspective

You see the boy from Diagon Alley sneering and bullying other kids and you go up to him with the same fire in your eyes that you dad had and tell the boy off a-al-Muggle

He just laughs and scoffs but you don’t back down which scares him because everyone always backs down

Big brother Cedric comes over and tells Malfoy off for calling you a mudblood again and ushered you back to a compartment of other Hufflepuffs and someone explains to you the house system

“Well that’s kinda stupid,” you decide “why should we be separated based on what a magical hat thinks we might be?”

Cedric grins at you because you remind him of himself and stands clapping when you’re sorted into Hufflepuff

Momma Sprout helps you so much because she knows that her muggle born kiddos need the extra comfort and encouragement

You have Herbology with the Slytherins and that meant Draco Malfoy his name was rattling around your head since the Sorting Ceremony

You end up partners with him. You’re shy and quiet and he’s dismissive and snappy.

“Draco you shouldn’t—“ “Don’t tell me what to do! Filthy little mudblood.” You sit back and watch the Doxy bite him “well get help!” He demands “I thought you didn’t want a mudbloodas help,” you snap. He gives you a hopeless look and you administer the antidote and produce a Bandaid “stupid muggle bandage”

While he’s sulking you handle the Doxy properly and show him how it’s done without being snotty about it. Maybe you smirk at him when you catch him leaning in and watching closely

It’s not friendship but he doesn’t call you mudblood anymore so... there’s that

Cedric nearly has a heart attack when he asks about your first day and you tell him about Draco

You find your footing at Hogwarts and though you’re not the best in class you can still do magic and it’s SO FRICKIN COOL MOM I MADE A FEATHER FLOAT TODAY

You chat with Draco thoughout the year in class well you talk to him he doesn’t say much. “And my mom was so proud when I told her about the Goblin wars and my dad wants to see me leviosa a feather but I told him I can’t do magic outside of school...”

Then there’s a quiet “your parents are proud of you? And interested in all this stuff?”

You look at him, mystified and “...yes? They’re proud of whatever I do,” Draco looks down and continues to sketch the bowtruckle which is almost life like on how accurate it is

You write to your parents immediately asking them to send a letter to Draco and tell them all about his really good drawings in Herbology

It takes a few days but one morning Draco comes up to you in the Great Hall with a parcel

“I think this is yours, your stupid owl gave it to me” he sulks. “It has your name on it,” you point out. “But why would your parents...?” You shrug and go back to talking to your friends and reading your own letter from your mother. Draco huffs and mutters something under his breath and walks away

In Herbology he has a new set of very Muggle graphite pencils and a proper sketchbook and he’s just sketching the Mandrakes on the desk when you come in. He doesn’t say anything and neither do you. He’s less irritable now

It’s second year and you hug your parents and go say hi to your friends before finding a compartment for the long journey. You swap muggle candy for magic candy with your friends

Draco passes your compartment and you wave. He gives a half smile and keeps walking.

“You like him!” Your friends exclaim. “What? No! I don’t!” You turn very red. “He’s just a friend!!” No one is convinced

This year you have potions with Draco and you’re freaking out inside because you don’t know what you’re doing and Snape seems to have it out for you and you’re just a mess.

Draco volunteers to be your partner “to show this mudblood a little decorum and how things are properly done.” He scoffs

You look down, embarrassed but as soon as Draco is next to you, you hear a quiet apology.

You understand the charade he has to put on but you wished he didn’t and you really wish he’d stop calling you mudblood it was rather annoying

He helps you through potions like you helped him through Herbology. This year you have Herbology with the Ravenclaws and he has it with the Gryffindors. He totally whines to you all the time about Harry

Once he’s complaining and accidentally puts in the wrong ingredient and the entire thing threatens to explode. Before you know it, you’re on the ground under Draco who pulled you and the remnants of the potion is shielded from you because Dracos robes are draped over you

Snape scolds you for being stupid and you start to protest but Draco confesses that it was him mistake, not yours. Snape just eyes the pair of you and walks off.

“Thank you,” you stammer out. He rolls his eyes but there’s a soft smile on his face.

Boy does Draco flip out when he hears about the Chamber of Secrets because you’re in potential danger and he would willingly sacrifice Granger to keep you safe

He mentions that to you in Potions one day and you gap at him. “Draco killing anyone for any reason isn’t right.” You scold. There’s a cold look in his eyes and a fire in yours. “But... thank you... for worrying about me,”

Your friends still pester you because they can obviously see you like Draco and maybe you do... but you know he doesn’t like you so you’ll just ignore your feelings

Third year comes and your heart skips a beat when you see Draco because he grew a lot over the summer and his hair is no longer ridiculously slicked back and oh Merlin you’re in trouble

Unbeknownst to you Dracos heart flutters when he sees you and has to fight the urge to wave or say hi to you in front of his father.

This year you have History of Magic together

He sits down next to you without a second thought. You smile and say hi and ask about his summer and then he returns the question. Your muggle summer and his magic summer are both a bit lost on the other

“Didn’t you wear glasses?” He asks one day. “Oh, my mom let me get contacts,” “contacts?” “Um... like plasticy little doodads that go in my eyes and help me see?” He just stares and you laugh. “Too Muggle?” You ask. “Too Muggle,” he replies.

Now it’s a sort of game. Youll come in with something Muggle—Pens, notebooks, lined paper, Muggle books, a watch—and Draco decides whether it’s “too Muggle” or not for him. He quite likes pens and lined paper but you can keep your Muggle books

You tell your parents again and Draco gets a package filled with green notebooks and black pens and a pencil pouch with a snake on it.

You hear about the Buckbeak incident and you rush off to find Draco. He’s in the infirmary snapping at Pomfrey but softens when he sees you

“She’s just trying to help,” you scold softly. “Are you alright?” “Doesn’t hurts much anymore but it’s numb so...”

Pomfrey wants to keep him a few hours to make sure that his body is reacting to the medicine correctly and you stay with him.

“You know I’ve been thinking,” you start. “That’s scary,” he mutters. You hit him playfully and notice that he flinches so hard you note it and continue “I’ve been thinking that it really doesn’t make sense for you to call me a mudblood,” “and why not?” He snaps. “Well, I mean... I’m technically all muggle. If anyone was really a mudblood wouldn’t it be halfbloods? With a muggle and wizard parent?”

He doesn’t have an answer to that. So he sulks quietly. “Why doesn’t it bother you that I call you that?” He asks quietly. You shrug. “Sometimes I wonder if I really belong here. Your adamant hatred for me is comforting. Like I’m doing something right enough to make you upset about it.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that either. He didn’t know that you were insecure about being a wizard. Of course, you belonged here you were wonderful with magic and your hexes were remarkable.

“I don’t hate you,” he mumbled. “Sure you’re annoying with your cheery disposition and your... Converse trainers... but I don’t hate you.” You laugh and he thinks it’s a wonderful sound

“Well, I don’t hate you either,” you smile back. You don’t think it’s something but it’s definitely not nothing

You hear about what happens between he and Hermione and you’re furious because he’s better than that and you can’t believe he would still call her a mudblood

You refuse to talk to him for a few days. Which is hard because he tries to make small talk with you.

One day in class he slips you a folded piece of parchment and you open it. Begrudgingly. “Im sorry, I was an arse. I shouldn’t have called her that.” You take your pen and scribble quickly “you’re apologizing to the wrong person.” And slide it back to him

Draco did apologize to Hermione before he apologized to you and he’s frustrated because he thinks you’ll think he’s lying if he said he already did

Then Hermione finds you in the hall that day and asks if you put Draco up to apologizing to her and you admit yes you did. And she tells you that he apologized a few days ago. Your heart soars and you hug a confused Hermione before running off to find Draco

He’s in the corner of the library, not reading, but drawing. You accidentally sneak up behind him and see that you’re the sketch on his paper.

“I don’t think my hair is quite that long,” you whisper softly and the boy about jumps out of his skin. You apologize quickly and he quickly covers his sketch book, red faced.

“I um. That wasn’t you.” He stammers turning a darker shade of red. You laugh. “Yes it was!” You reach for his sketchbook but he hugs it to his chest. “Oh come on Draco? What am I gonna do? Laugh?” “You’re laughing right now.” He points out. “And it’s not that good anyway...”

You roll your eyes and sit next to him. You offer to pose for him so that he could take his time to draw you. “Well I’m not busy now,” you grin and he sulks a moment before nodding.

You watch his hands work and sift through the pencils as he props the paper up on his knees and instructs you to look somewhere and not to move.

It’s odd, being drawn. You close your eyes and hum softly knowing he was studying you the way he might a bowtruckle or mandrake and it feels weird. A good weird.

He refuses to let you see the drawing even though you persist. You pout and drop the matter, just glad to have a friend in him.

You begin meeting in the library on a weekly basis, partly so he can draw you partly because you’re both struggling in History of Magic and need more study time

Cedric is not happy about any of this and goes very “protective big brother” on you. You tell him off and huff.

You start going to his quidditch matches and maybe he almost runs into a goal post because you smiled and waved at him and he forgot to pay attention

The summer comes and you wave goodbye knowing as soon as he’s around your father you’re going to lose your fried.

But he surprises you and hands you his sketchbook on the train home then quickly runs away to his father and you just stare at it and him and he’s gone, all you see is two heads of silver blond hair receding in the distance

Your parents usher you into the car and it’s maybe two hours before you get to look at the sketchbook

When you do open it you see a sketch of a bowtruckle and “Steve” written one his careful script underneath. You had forgotten that you named the bowtruckle Steve that day in class

The next few sketches are from Herbology. And little notes about class that day, a lot of them are about you. Then there’s a break in Herbology drawings and there’s a drawing of his mother almost perfectly. Then of a family portrait of the three of them. A few vases of flowers. Then you see your face. And again. And again. It’s you. Smiling, laughing, concentrating on a book, raising an eyebrow at him, gnawing in your lip, asleep in class, then the library drawings that are much more detailed.

Then you’re crying and you want to call him and thank him but you CANT BECAUSE HE DOESNT HAVE A PHONE STUPID WIZARD FAMILY

But you do have an owl. You have no idea what to write. So you go with “thank you” and then send it.

You get a letter a few months later and it’s from Draco. He’s asking if you want to go to the Quidditch World Cup with him. “I know you’re Muggle and don’t like Quidditch much but...”

So you’re going with Draco and it’s weird because he’s on your doorstep with his mother and it is just a clash of worlds. You stammer goodbyes to your parents and you’re quickly ushered into the limo of a car next to Draco. You notice he’s changed his hair again and he looks quite dashing in his blazer. You get a little self conscious about your jeans and sweater.

Narcissa is a doll. She asks you about your summer and time as Hogwarts and keeps polite conversation and you thaw a little.

Though you have no idea what’s going on Draco is very excited about the game and is cheering and you can’t help but smile and maybe you take pictures with a Polaroid camera and he just rolls his eyes and you get a picture of him rolling his eyes

Fourth year comes and he is ushered away from you by his friends before he can say hi.

The kids from the other schools show up and you’re convinced that he like Fleur and he thinks you like Cedric and it’s just a mess

He’s back to being irritable and you’re slipping into depression not just because of him but everything is really weighing on you

You’re alone in the Astronomy Tower, your feet dangling off the edge. You had no intention to jump, but it was sort of thrilling. 

Draco flips the fluff out and nearly drags you from the edge. 

“What the hell are you thinking!?” He exclaims. You gape at him because it’s probably the first thing he said to you in a week. He’s just so scared that he was actually going to lose you that he pulls you close and doesn’t let you go. You start crying and everything just comes out in a word dump. Your brother is getting worse and stronger and it’s not good for you and he keeps putting you down and calling you a freak and that “no one is going to love me because I’m a freak and mom and dad think I’m fine because my grades are still fine but Draco I can’t... I’m slipping and... and I feel like I lost you and you were the only one who really believed in me and...” You’re just sobbing.

And he listens. He holds you and listens. 

“You haven’t lost me,” He whispers softly. “But you like Fleur... and I can’t ever be her... she’s just so perfect and powerful and...” You sniffle, hugging your knees looking at your beat up Converse. 

“She’s my cousin,” He almost laughs but doesn’t because of the look on your face. “And what about you and Cedric?” He raises an eyebrow and you blanch. “He’s like a big brother to me, gross,” You shove his arm and you’re both laughing. 

“There’s only one Hufflepuff out there for me,” He takes your hand and hello butterflies and blushing. “And there’s only one Slytherin for me,” You lay your head on his shoulder and watch the stars. 

You two start dating and Merlin his friends are livid because how dare he date a muggle hufflepuff? But then they watch him with you and it’s hard to deny that Draco is truly happy for once and they don’t want to take that from him

Your friends exchange bet money. 

Weekends filled with more games of “Too Muggle” and trips to Hogsmeade and Draco explaining wizard culture and you try to explain muggle culture but he just does not understand washing machines. You introduce him to muggle music and is thrilled that he loves ABBA. 

He makes everything hurt less. And it’s nice to feel wanted. 

Then Voldemort returns and everything changes and you weren’t ready for it. Draco gets cold and distant again and you try and try to get through to him but he doesn’t let you in. 

You end up screaming at him one night and walk out. He finds you curled up outside the Slytherin portrait, weeping not minutes later and carries you back inside to his dorm and apologizes and hold you and admits that he’s scared and he doesn’t want to lose you or see you get hurt

You both make an effort to find the sunshine in the proverbial dark times that linger through the next year. It means you become a but more calloused and jaded and he becomes a bit more optimistic and grateful. 

Pansy Parkinson doesn’t exist. It’s just you with Polyjuice potion to keep you safe from Draco’s aunt and Voldemort. It’s an easy charade to keep up. There are still quite nights when you’re yourself with Draco and he reminds you how much he adores the real you with his words and touch

If there’s one thing you don’t do, is break a Hufflepuff and that’s what Harry did after his sectumsempra and holy hell do you lose your cool.

Draco’s mother has to step in before you’re expelled for what you did to Harry

You nurse Draco back to health afterwards and never let Harry forget what he did, nor do you let anyone else forget it when they call him the chosen one

And Merlin does Draco love you for it

Draco can’t kill Dumbledore because your words are still in his head from second year “It’s not right to kill someone for any reason” and he just can’t disappoint you like that

You’re still kind. You’re kind to Luna when she’s locked up at the Malfoy Manor. You’re kind to the house-elves that attend to you. You’re kind, and value fairness and hardwork, but you will not put up with bullshit any longer. 

You and Draco stand with Hogwarts when the battle boils down to it. You give Draco your wand when he loses his to Harry.

When you go back eighth year, you advocate for the removal of the House System and write a very convincing argument against it. It takes about ten years, but the system is disbanded after one too many close calls and ruined lives

You also start a Support Group at Hogwarts for those suffering from mental illnesses and for those who have suffered abuse at home. 

You and Draco get married at the Manor. You wear your Converse. 

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[highdwightofmylife]

If your requests are open, could I request something with Jeff and his s/o basically adopting the legion as their kids please 🥺 thank you so much

God so WHOLESOME THANK YOU... also I'm writing this while waiting for a match why do I load in immediately as surv but the moment i wanna play killer it takes 300 years... just let me be Evan bhvr

ALSO FUCK THIS GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY 😳😳

Jeff, His S/O and Their Four Teenage Ruffians

Jeff had told you that he'd met with the Legion prior to all... this. The fog, yknow? He told you about how he'd painted a big mural for them; how they gave him drinks, how... How he felt like he couldn't leave them alone up in that abandoned lodge after he'd finished their commission because it didn't feel right. So he told you he often checked up on them, and they always seemed so happy to see him. He told you it was like he'd suddenly adopted four kids that he'd occasionally bring snacks and cds for and make sure they were looking after themselves.

So now in the fog. His kids are a lot more vicious than he thought they were! But... That didn't mean he wasn't their dad anymore!

You met Jeff here, you started dating him here, and, well, with Jeff comes his misfit kids.

It takes them some time to view you as anything other than just another survivor, really. They have respect for Jeff but still kill him (although they have, occasionally, turned a blind eye to him in trials). So you? You worm you way into Susie's heart first. She doesn't trust you by any means, but her curiosity about what papa Jeff see's in you is too much to ignore. She begins to like you because you don't talk down to her. You don't treat her as the child of her group, as some people have done. She likes that you talk to her as an equal.

Doesn't mean she won't kill you though. But, at least she feels bad about it.

Joey's next. He trusts and respects Jeff, but he also sees how you are with Susie, and that's a bonus for him. He's more laid-back than the others, and he would have no qualms about approaching you when you're alone, sitting down beside you and gently asking some things. About what you did before all this, about how you and Jeff got together... He's really chill to talk to, and once you start conversing with him, he gets more at ease. Consider the first spontaneous meeting alone to be a test where he sizes you up and decides whether you can get closer to he and his family.

Susie talks about you all the time. She really warmed up to you and fast. Honestly Julie has gotten sick of hearing how nice you are and veing asked when you can come over.

Surprisingly? Frank's the one that follows suit with liking you. He starts teasing you every time he sees you, "ewwww, they liked Jeff,, ew... Old people love". Doesn't matter how old you are. You could be 18 and this man still calls you old just for being with Jeff. "ew are you two gonna fuck?? Gross"

But all that teasing is literally just because he's not very good at dealing with things, and he doesn't want to admit he likes you without making a fool of himself.

But you know he does like you because one time in the dead of night he came to you to ask you to bandage something for him and he was all like "BUT THIS IS ONLY BC UR THE LAST OPTION, I ASKED EVERYONE ELSE" but when you patch him up and send him on his way he says "thanks mom/dad" and then you see him go rigid and he's like "I-I-I MEAN... UH... FUCK YOU" and then runs away

Julie is the hardest kid to warm up to you. She always puts on a sour face when she sees you, and she actively distances herself. It's like. She doesn't need a parent. Doesn't want one. Says Jeff is more so "just some guy who painted our wall once" but everyone knows that's a lie. And when the other three start flocking to you, she feels very left out. She feels angry that you're taking her family from her. Stereotypical biological kid getting mad at a step parent for existing.

Julie accidentally let's her emotions flow in front of just you and Jeff. He says something trivial and she just blows up. "YEAH?? WELL ITS NOT LIKE I WANTED YOU TO BE MY DAD. BUT NOW YOU'RE IGNORING ME AND EVERYONE ELSE LOVES /THEM/ BUT I JUST KNOW THEY HATE ME"

And Jeff looks at you and looks at her and. "When did you assume they hated you?" And you can hear sniffles from behind her mask as she sadly/angrily kicks at the floor and, "Well it's obvious isn't it?? Why would they not"

Jeff looks you dead in the eye. "Sweetheart, do you hate Julie?"

"Absolutely not. Never have, never will."

And Julie looks up like ?????

And then Jeff laughs and it's very hearty and just... Good man...

Julie is now your aloof daughter than every now and then will give you a quick hug from behind, where you can feel her sigh and get all her emotions out, and then glare at you and power walk away.

You love your kids.

All six of you watching old VCRs on a beaten up TV in the lodge. Jeff and you snuggled up in the middle of the couch. Susie with her head on your lap. Joey sprawled out on the other side of Jeff with his legs dangling over the arm rest. Frank on the floor, hogging some really shitty popcorn. Julie sat on the back of the couch, closer to you than she ever thought she'd let herself. One happy, albeit dysfunctional family.

Joey seems to be taking after Jeff. Sometimes you and Jeff would just sit and draw or paint (or if you don't, you just vibe with him as he does). It was nice. And now sometimes, Joey gently asks if there's a space for him. It's so soft to see Jeff enthusing about his work while Joey eagerly listens. You like to watch them both lying on their stomachs on the floor, sketching. Jeff is teaching him all his tricks and Joey just eats it all up. Father son activity that you get to witness. And sometimes Joey will lift up his art and show you! If he has taken off his mask you'll see the absolute joy in his eyes.

Susie makes u a keyring I don't make the rules. Its made out of scrap and she had to get evan to help and when she presents it to you she is just SO HAPPY. The model daughter except she kills people on a daily basis

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[gureishi]

hello!! first of all, i just wanted to say i LOVE your writing!! what are your HCs for whether any of the members of the rfa want children? and if they do, how do you think they would react to a mc who doesn't?

Thank you so much, lovely friend!

I wanna preface this by saying that all the Mystic Characters love YOU (only you) and respect your preferences and needs and desires. If you don’t want kids, none of them will be hurt! They understand that pressuring a partner who doesn’t want kids into having kids is a terrible thing to do. That said, I think that all of them would be open to building a family together by some means or other (whether it’s giving birth to biological children or adopting or fostering or just having a lot of pets). Having children with someone is a collaborative decision, after all—and none of them will have their world shattered if you don’t want to.

I do think it’s true that some of them would be more inclined toward having kids than others.

Yoosung talks about having babies with you, though it’s not clear how serious he is about it. He’s serious about you, of course—and I think he’s enraptured with the idea of you with a baby in your arms. But I think he’d be just as happy to see you holding a really big dog, in the long run. His vision of the future is all about you: he wants to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of his life. You’re his family—that’s the most important thing.

Zen mentions children, too—but I don’t think he’s got his heart set on it. @quirky-and-kind has a theory that Zen and his MC take in teenage runaways together (kids just like Zen, who’ve got nowhere else to turn). I think this is a beautiful idea. Zen would be a wonderful mentor. He’d be free to devote himself to his career—and free to travel the world with you, too—but he could also share his wisdom and his kindness and his love. I think he’d be happy to have a house full of teens who come and go (but always know they’ve got a place they can call home).

Jaehee never mentions whether or not she wants kids, and I think she’d probably lean toward not having them. She’s had it rough all her life—and now she’s a business owner—and while that’s her dream, it’s also a lot. I think she’s happy living alone with you in a pretty apartment above the coffee shop. If you want kids, though, she’d be open to it. I don’t think she’d want to give birth, but if you want to give birth or get kids in your lives by some other means, I can see her being excited about it (and surprised by her own joy). Ah: and the look in her eyes the first time she sees her child. Radiant.

Jumin doesn’t talk about having children, and I can see him going either way. He’s happy to be married to you and travel a lot and live a beautiful life together. If you want to have children, though, I think he’d be a really wonderful father. His relationship with his own father is so complicated—and I actually think that by the end of his route he’s learned a lot about the ways in which his dad has gotten it wrong (and right, too). He’d be a doting, gentle father—and I’d kill to see him being tugged around at the playground but someone with dirty knees and tiny hands.

Saeyoung does want to have kids with you. He says so (way too soon—and he knows that he’s getting ahead of himself, but he’s just so excited about the idea of having a family). He’s scared, too; he doesn’t have any kind of model for what parenting looks like. But he wants all of it: the sleepless nights and tantrums and school projects and birthday parties. If you don’t want to have children, though, he won’t be crushed—really. He cares about family, and you and Saeran are that for him. If you don’t have kids, you’ll get a whole menagerie of pets; the three of you and all of your cats and dogs (and rabbits? birds?) will somehow all squeeze onto the couch together for movie night.

Jihyun is the only one who canonically has children with you, of course. You and he adopt Lucy and raise her together—and we see that he is a tender and devoted dad. I don’t know that he necessarily wants any more kids—though if you want to, he probably wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. I do think he’s happy just living in that big beautiful home with you and Lucy, and going on adventures, and teaching her how to draw and paint and play and garden. And Lucy is the child of the whole RFA, in many ways: you are all family.

GE Saeran also talks about having children with you, though at the time when he says it it’s more about you and loving you and being with you than it is about the future children you may have together. For Saeran—perhaps more than for anyone else—you are his whole world. If you’d like to have children, he will be the most adoring father; if you don’t want to have children, he will be the most devoted life partner. He wants to take walks with you in the sun and cook for you and sing you to sleep and brush your hair. If there’s another small person joining you for all of these activities, that’s fine with him—as long as you’re there, the future is wide open.

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Road trip w/ Kaminari, Shinsou and Bakugou

Request: Shinso, Kami, and Bakugou on a long trip/plane ride with their S/o? Happy holidays bb! - 🥐

I wish I could go on a trip. I need Christmas break to last longer, I’m not ready to go back to school and study for uni, I’m not emotionally capable. I hate it here.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: fluff

Kaminari Denki

-You have a mini fight about who gets to drive at first. 

-You don’t trust him because he is dumb and bisexual and he believes that you’ll fall asleep ont he wheel cuz you stayed up until like 2 am the previous day downloading music and making playlists for the journey. 

-He gets to drive the first shift and it goes relatively well.

-You get some extra sleep, he enjoys his time behind the wheel and boom you’re now at a gas station having brunch before hitting the road again.

-Karaoke driving. 

-I think that’s all I have to say about your road trip with this guy. 

-HE will ignore the playlists with the soft songs because he needs to vibe at first. 

-Kills it with the Shakira impressions like you start wondering what would happen if he suddenly decides to follow a music career like Jiro. 

-So many bathroom stops. 

-Does this man have a prostate problem because damn.

-He can’t go for more than an hour without stopping to pee. 

-The one time you ask to stop at a gas station for a bathroom break he suggests just stopping at the side of the road and you could pee there. 

- “I do it so you can too.” 

-Denki honey I don’t have a dick to wip out…...I need essentials. 

-May or may not have taken the wrong exit at some point and you took a thirty minute detour. 

-At least you got some nice photos out of it. 

-Speaking of photos. 

-Your camera roll will be filled with selfies, stupid videos of Kami hyping himself up at a red light. 

-Races with other cars at said red lights. 

-You fear for your life most of the time, grasping the door handle like your life depended on  it because in reality it kinda did. 

-You beg him to take over and drive for a little bit but he brushes you off. 

- “You seem tired baby, let me drive for a bit.” 

- “Nope I’m perfectly fine Y/N. Gonna get us to the hotel so fucking fast.” 

- “Denki no-”

-He calms down after a while, and he lets you put on your soft playlist so you could both just vibe. 

-His hand is resting on your thigh, giving it a few firm squeezes every now and then. 

-He likes drumming the beat of the song on your skin.

-You start random conversations about anything and everything and if you’re being honest you love these types of moments. 

-There are no villains to fight, no danger in the horizon *apart from his driving* and you get to enjoy the tranquility while enjoying the ride.

-Denki starts telling you about adopting a dog and you joke that he would be a horrible dog dad. 

- “Maybe cats are better for you babe.” 

-You are no longer heroes. 

-You are just a couple going on a road trip, away from all your troubles and worries just you and him. 

-You reach the hotel later than you expected though…..it was those damn bathroom breaks!!!

Shinsou Hitoshi

-The trip is spontaneous. 

-You were both chillin in your apartment when he popped the question. 

- “Wanna go on a trip? I’m bored.” 

-You never expected him to pick a place this far away, you weren’t complaining though. 

-Road trips with him are immaculate. 

-He helps you pack your bags in no time, picking your favorite outfits out and placing them in your travel bags along with a bunch of snacks and a fluffy blanket. 

-You hit the road in less than an hour.

-It’s still dark out when you start your trip and Hitoshi insists you take a nap, get your beauty sleep while he drives. 

- “Don’t worry we won’t crash, I hope.”

-You do take a nap eventually but not for long and you wake up just in time to watch the sunrise with your boyfriend. 

-He will pull over and take pictures with the sunrise as your background. 

-He says he needs a new wallpaper on his phone and there’s an empty picture frame at his desk back at work. 

-He needs to fill them somehow. 

-Around noon he brings the fluffy blanket in the front seat, wrapping it around you so you can snuggle and possibly fall asleep again. 

-In reality he wants to take more pictures of  you with drool dripping down your chin for blackmail purposes but you will not yield !!!

-The trip is mainly filled with music and low humming coming from the both of you. 

-Though when a love song that reminds him of you comes on he will lean over and grip your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze, a blush blooming on his cheeks. 

-Makes many stops in spots that look great for photos or having an amazing view. 

-Definitely has prepared a picnic basket and before you know it you are munching down on some sandwiches he made while your feet are dangling over a small cliff you happened to come across. 

-Shares random facts about nature and animals with you. 

-Shinsou strikes me as a guy who watches a lot of documentaries and animal planet shows, so he has obtained random information and now he is explaining the mating cycle of penguins. 

-Would definitely prefer to sleep in the car and not rent a room. 

-He wants to stay outside looking at the stars for as long as possible and then snuggle up with you in the driver's seat, your head against his chest and his hand buried in your hair. 

-If you want to go to a hotel because you feel more comfortable, he won’t complain. 

-As long as he gets to cuddle you anything is fine in his book. 

-He puts on YOUR song while you are looking at the sky and invites you to dance with him. 

-Wraps his arms around your waist and slowly sways you back and forth, following the rhythm of the song as he looks into your eyes. 

-He loves capturing the moment so expect many photos to be taken and a bunch of videos of you two dancing. 

-He has his crackhead moments though so you can expect to be shoved into the water if you’re near a lake or at the beach. 

-He might draw a mustache on you while you sleep but don’t worry you get payback when he is asleep. 

Bakugou Katsuki 

-Whines while you back everything. 

-And when I say whines I mean he grumbles under his breath about this stupid shirt that he can’t seem to fold correctly.

-Anyways once you hit the road he is more relaxed than usual. 

-He keeps this tight, aggressive persona out in public you sometimes forget that this man, this amazing partner is also a pro hero who is known for his rough edges. 

-Sure, his explosive behavior doesn’t disappear when he is with you but he is a lot tamer and calm around you.

-During the car ride he makes small talk with you, sharing random events from his patrols and stupid shit his “squad” have done while out in public. 

-When he comes home every night he is just so tired that many details slip his mind as he recounts his day to you, seeing him right now a genuine smile gracing his lips as his only focus is the road in front of him really warms your heart. 

-He becomes more affectionate. 

-Hand gripping yours while he drives or his palm on your thigh, rubbing your soft skin as he hums along with the music. 

-Even if he needs to switch gears he won’t let go.

-Surprisingly he is the type to put on an audio book after a while. 

-Usually it's after your wedding song is over or soon after that. 

-Your song is like a trigger and suddenly sophisticated Bakugou emerges asking you to pick an audiobook from his collection and put it on. 

-Gets really invested in the story and pauses it every five minutes so you can discuss it. 

- “She could have escaped through the window why the fuck did she let herself get caught?” 

- “No Katsu!!! She needs to make sure the prince is alive!!” 

- “That’s fucking dumb!” 

-Let’s you take candid pictures of him and won’t complain when you coo over how pretty he looks with the sun behind him. 

-Don’t worry he is plotting to fill his gallery of pics of you sleeping. 

-When you actually fall asleep he will turn the radio down and hum softly under his breath. 

-If it starts raining heavily he will pull over and wait for it to calm down a bit. 

-My personal headcanon is that Katsuki has a car with a skylight *if that’s what its called* so he brings the seats down and you lay there admiring the rain falling onto the glass. 

-He likes talking about more serious matters when you are like this. 

-From your future to what pet your future kids could have. 

-If you get cold while waiting for the rain to calm down, he has a blanket on the ready. 

-He places you on his chest and drapes the blanket over you, enjoying your warmth and the filling of your pulse under his fingertips. 

-Might get a little emotional if a slow song is playing. 

-He is just too overwhelmed by his emotions at times like these, when he can hold you and feel the pure love and adoration flow between the two of you like water. 

-I love you’s are exchanged and many kisses. 

-When he starts driving again he is so refreshed, it’s like a completely different person. 

-Gas station stops and bathroom breaks are a nightmare cuz he keeps hyping himself up in order to go into Bakugou public mode. 

-You just want your Katsuki, the cuddly Katsuki. 

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