#i think the general look i like for him is ''fancy man who got lost in a hedge maze for five years and just now found his way back indoors''

[yandere-romanticaa]

Here are some crumbs about yandere mortician! From now on, his name is Viktor. (I'll make a detailed post about him, his personality, looks later, I promise.)

masterlist.

Viktor can often be seen with headphones in his ears, his expression neutral and eyes glazed over with a sheen of nothingness. When he's spotted in public people want to give him the benefit of doubt and say he's just lost in his own world, consumed by the sound of music. Perhaps he's just so in tune with the lyrics, maybe they speak to him on a level which people often seek out when listening to music. His playlist is filled with all sorts of songs - be it long ballads, cheesy love songs, generic pop, heavy metal, screamo, classical music, frankly some songs you wouldn't even expect someone like him wouldn't even listen at all(a la WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion).

Even while working, Viktor likes to have something playing in the background. His co-workers often joke about his music taste but he just shrugs them off without saying anything. It's all just a rollercoaster, a complete mess but he likes it that way. It's fun to be on his toes.

Truthfully, Viktor never liked music. He never bothered paying attention to the lyrics nor the meaning or even the tune of the song.

He simply can't stand the silence.

Viktor is a walking contradiction - he dislikes most people and yet wishes to be a part of them. He wants to be someone. But he doesn't know how to do that. His way of coping became listening to music. He even learned to play some instruments growing up, thinking that maybe someone would take a liking to him.

Even so, no one bothered with him. He was still a nobody.

Some did admire him, from a safe distance at least. His aura was black as charcoal and posture stiff as a board. Even if one dared to look at him for too long it felt like Viktor would pluck their eyes out if he caught them looking.

Perhaps he would. He wasn't sure either.

The sounds had no meaning to him. It was all used to cover up the silence, pure white noise. Nothing more, nothing less.

All of that came to a screeching halt once he met you, his tiny piece of sunshine.

You'd go through his playlist, sometimes scoffing, sometimes liking the things you saw. His eccentric side never failed to amuse you. Amongst that jungle you'd ask him who his favorite artists were, if he had anyone specific he liked.

Viktor said the names of some random artists he thought you fancied yourself. He wanted you to like him.

His answer ultimately did not matter in the end as you would still recommend some of your own personal favorite songs to him. Viktor promised he'd give them a listen as soon as he could.

Later that evening, he was hard at work. As he was putting on his coat he turned towards his phone and reached towards it, slightly eager to see what you had in store for him. The song played quietly in the background as gently rain tapped against the window, giving the morgue a more tranquil feel than it ought to have. The person on his table tonight was an old man who presumably died of a heart attack earlier this morning.

Poor soul. That was all he could bother to say.

The evening went on as it usually did but Viktor could not stop thinking about you. His sweet little sunshine, he was so touched by the fact that you bothered to go so far for him. He could feel his heart racing as unfamiliar butterflies started to flutter in his chest.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

If he wasn't careful he would be the next one to die of a heart attack.

The music got a bit louder as it reached the chorus, its tune almost perfectly in sync with his heart. He hadn't even realized that he started to sway his hips gently. Left, right, left right.

It felt like the correct thing to do.

Viktor also picked up the sound of a male voice humming which was odd, considering the fact that the singer of the song was a woman. He nearly dropped his scalpel as he realized that the one who was humming was him, not someone else, him.

For the first time in his life, Viktor bothered to pay attention to the song. The singer detailed her undying feelings for her lover, promising herself to them and them only.

Viktor thought about you the entire time. He never fancied himself as a dancer but if he could, he would want nothing more than to dance with you.

Would you want to dance with him?

For the first time in his life, Viktor found joy in the music he listened to. And it was all thanks to his sunshine.

🔪 TAGS: @shamelessdarkprince

#yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x y/n #yandere mortician #yandere mortician x reader

[eyesofshinigami]

Loose Tooth

Rating: G

CW: Dental and teeth related things (I guess?)

Tags: Established relationship, kid fic, fluff, parents being parents

It was bound to happen, sooner or later. Steve just didn't expect to get a call about it in the middle of the day.

"Mr. Munson?"

Immediately, Steve was on alert. His Mom Senses (as Eddie so affectionately calls them) were tingling. "Yes, this is he. Can I ask who's calling?"

"This is Mrs. Schwartz, Eleanor's teacher..."

Oh god. It could be anything. They've never had the school call before. What if Eleanor was hurt? What if she was bleeding? Why were they calling him if she was bleeding out on the floor. Why-

He cut himself off. "Is everything okay? Is Eleanor all right? What happened?"

The teacher had the audacity to laugh. "Oh, no, nothing like that, Mr. Munson. I just wanted to call you and let you know that Eleanor's tooth came out!" Silently, Steve let out a breath of relief as the woman on the other line continued to talk, "She was eating crackers for snack and it popped right out! She was so excited!"

"Oh, well, we kind of figured it would soon. I was literally telling her last night that it wouldn't be long now. I'm glad it didn't hurt her or anything," Steve said, trying to keep his voice even. It was true that Eleanor's tooth had been lose for nearly a month now; Eddie had play-threatened more than once to pull it out for her, but Eleanor wasn't having it. Even with the big one showing up behind it, she was adamant. Stubborn, like both of her dads, really.

"Not at all, she was fine. If anything, it's been a distraction because all she wants to do is look at herself in the mirror," the teacher laughed, which made Steve feel a bit better. "I'm sending her home with it in a little envelope. Hopefully the Tooth Fairy comes tonight!"

Oh shit, Steve thought. I guess that's a thing we're going to have to do now.

--

"What's the going rate for the Tooth Fairy these days, you think?" Steve asked Eddie as they finished clearing up the dinner dishes. Eleanor was busy setting up her room for the impending arrival of the Tooth Fairy, swearing that she needed to change her sheets and find her special cat stuffed animal for the occasion. Who were they to argue with her?

Eddie shrugged. "Hell if I know. I never even got visits from the Tooth Fairy, if I'm honest."

Depressing, but if Steve thought hard about it, well. "Neither did I, now that I think about it." They both got quiet for a minute, lost in their own thoughts. "Kid deserves at least two bucks, right?"

"Oh, absolutely. I'd give her five if I didn't think it would set a dangerous precedent," Eddie said, grinning wide.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Apparently this Tooth Fairy is made of money."

Eddie checks him playfully with his hip. "Come on, only the best for Ms Rigby, right?"

Yeah, okay, maybe Steve could be talked into it. It was her first tooth, after all, and it was pretty amazing.

Ultimately they decided on three, like the chumps they were, but they both knew that it meant ice cream over the weekend. Eleanor was going to insist on paying, like she always did when she had her own money. Steve loved how generous she tried to be, even if her ice cream was always twice the size of theirs.

They waited a couple of hours before they snuck in together, pulling the little tooth out from its hiding place under her pillow and slipping the folded up bills in its place. Eleanor was none the wiser, snoring like a man three times her age. Blissful, but noisy.

Once they made it out and head up to their own room, Steve held up the little baby tooth in his hand. "What the hell are we supposed to do with it now?"

"I guess keep it in your jewelry box? She can't know we have it, it'll ruin the magic for her." Eddie walked over to their dresser, grabbing the stupid fancy box Steve's mom had insisted on getting him for his thirtieth birthday. He never used it, so it just sat there, collecting dust. Maybe they could find a use for it after all. "It's kind of metal, don't you think? We have our kid's face bones in a box on our dresser!"

"Please don't ever call them that again," Steve insisted as he dropped the tooth into the box. "I don't even know why we keep them in the first place. It's kind of weird, don't you think?"

"Who are we to question the bizarre and archaic rituals of our forefathers? Besides, I still think it's pretty fucking cool."

"You would," Steve teased as they puttered around, getting ready for bed. Once he laid down, he rolled over to where Eddie was settling down next to him. "You know what this means, right?" At the shake of Eddie's head, he adds, voice a little wobbly, "It means our baby isn't a baby anymore."

And if they both had a good little cry about that, that's between them and their bedsheets.

(brought to you by my own feels at my kiddo having lost her first tooth. I am Steve, everybody)

#les writes things #steddie #steddie dads #cw: teeth #fluff #rating: g

[charmixpower]

what are your hc's when it comes to the specialists hobbies? (+Nabu)

i'm kinda sad we don't really know a lot about them.

YEAH!!! Or if we know their hobbies, WE NEVER GET TO SEE THEM ENJOY THEM??? Unless ur Helia. Pretty people privilege

Sky

Listen, I need you to look at Erendor and Samara and tell me if Sky has a life or any real time for hobbies. The answer is no he does not

Listen dragon equestrian is a thing that exists in the magic dimension and he loves it do not argue with me this man loves it. Riding a dragon and doing tricks, what more could you want out of a sport???

He also spends so much time teaching Lady tricks you'd think he was entering her into a competition. He's not, he is simply having fun

Sky really likes running, and walking. With or without Lady, he is content to run around with this thoughts. It's his favorite form of exercise

I think Sky would enjoy at least some of the royalty approved activities pushed on him, like riding horses and dragons obviously, but also dancing. (Though he would hate learning how to play an instrument or something that required sitting without movement)

I think he'd like the fake duel's and mock battles like fencing over real combat but that's just my version of Sky that lives in my head talking

I don't think Sky is really snobby about anything that isn't tea. Does he argue with other people about which tea tastes the best? Maybe. It's like part because he and Diaspro have opposite tastes in tea and they will argue about anything, part because tea was the only meal he wasn't being hovered over because it's supposed to be a bit more informal than a real meal, half because magix doesn't have all that good tea options

Brandon

He suffers from has no life syndrome too but worse actually bc he's had a government job at 17!!!

Does crafting and maintaining an Instagram presence count as a hobby? I mean I do this as a hobby so I'm gonna say it counts. Making thinking your hot into a hobby, I wish I were him

I have no clue if Brandon genuinely enjoys weightlifting or gymnastics or if he does it because it's literally required of him but I DO think he'd enjoy exercise in general. Like?? He's getting hotter, better able to handle situations, AND it makes him feel great. 10/10 he loves it

I think Brandon would enjoy calligraphy. I have like multiple friends who are on their handwriting bullshit and Brandon would absolutely be one of these people. He'd write exclusively in fancy capital letters while pretending to be Sky, but he also like genuinely knows calligraphy and enjoys it. No one knows cept Sky until Stella wants to write something formally and he writes it for her

Brandon is way too chill of a person, and while I think he's like naturally good at controlling his emotions I also think he does SOMETHING for mindfulness. Reads self help books, does meditation, something that helps him stay so fucking chill all the time

On that topic I also think Brandon likes psychology, like the "why do people act the way they do?" side. Just a little bit, he gets along with way too many insane people to not have at least a little idea

Timmy

He's the least interesting specialist to me in canon so he's where I'm on my bullshit. Listen man we don't need TWO computer wizs, we can have one computer genius and an engineering nerd. For the sake of everyone around Tecna not being the exact same as her AND for my enrichment

Timmy is obsessed with their air crafts. He can talk for HOURS about types of planes, the Owl assigned to their squad is literally his fucking baby and Riven is NOT allowed to pilot it EVER. He lost his mind just a little bit when he's got to pilot a Hawk with Helia, he was so excited. This is definitely his main hobby and why he's in the RF air force track instead of the engineering track, he WILL fly and nothing will stop him

If Legos exist in the magical dimension he's obsessed with them and makes the most insane builds and you know I'm right

Riven absolutely gets Timmy into lock picking. Lock picking is just a logic puzzle that also has a real life application and they spend so much time trying to pick difficult locks when they need a no think thing to do

And speed running, all the specialists have a tendency to just watch him play a video game stupid fast and it's group bonding

Shooting is a sport and one that Timmy enjoys immensely

Riven

Reading. No I'm so serious he's the character shown holding a book the most often. This man reads. Tbh he's probably reading about types of magical animals that specialists are called in to deal with, and their behaviors. That and like lists of forgeable plants

Riven also sews and makes his own clothes! Like it's a restoration thing but also Riven just likes fashion and has very specific ideas for clothes so he just makes them himself.

Riven is the most passionate about sword play and combat. Like it's genuinely fun for him, I think if everyone was set loose they'd drift away from being in the military except Riven. This is his passion. Survivalist stuff is also a huge passion of his. It's his concentration at RF I will never shut up about that hc. His dream job is dealing with magical animal threats in the wilderness, everyone thinks he's just a little insane

That and podcasts. Oh my god the podcasts Riven would have listened to in middle school, cringe worthy, they're EXACTLY what your thinking and it's terrible. Thankfully he listens to calming podcasts and like educational podcasts now, and the occasional true crime one

I'm not sure if lock picking is a hobby for him or if it's just something he HAD to learn, but he takes a lot of pride in it so I'm assuming it's a hobby. Riven likes logic puzzles and that's what lock picking is

Does Riven have an interest in photography or did he print off pictures from Musa's Instagram, the world may never know

Helia

We know the most about his hobbies. Painting, origami, and poetry. Helia is well and truly vibing, and by that I mean I bet you he spends hours agonizing about every detail <3

He probably also has a bullet journal, it's the vibes, do you understand where I'm coming from?

I think Helia would be super into general DIY in every area and at one point he gets Timmy into helping refurbish a chair he found, sometimes he just wants to work on something and that something is a chair he picked up off the curb

Helia definitely picked up how to use his string gloves for fun and to have a body active hobby and he loves it? I think Helia would really enjoy doing things that challenge him and he has the most esoteric weapon so it fits

I also think Helia's glove string weapon is as much of a weapon as it can be used for string art? I think he'd like string art

Helia can parkour and that's on wanting to get the PERFECT angle for his reference piece and know he's 40 ft in the air, Saladin slowly lost his mind when he adopted Helia after his parents died because the kid would not stop climbing on RF

Helia is also a chronic people watcher. At least 70% time when he's people watching he's also drawing them but sometimes he's too tired for that XD

Nabu

Learning about his hyper fixation magic. Listen this man will DEMOLISH a library in a week to learn about the intricacies of runic magic, he is vibrating in his shoes

Okay I know Timmy is the one who you'd assume would like this the most, but I think if you put a ttrpg in front of Nabu he'd fucking love it??? He would either spend 2 million hours world building as the DM or get way into role playing

I think Nabu spends a lot more time fucking around and having fun with his magic than most magic users. Like learning how to make small intricate beautiful things with his magic. I definitely think there would be an art form based around magic that Nabu would be super into that

Nabu absolutely is a history buff too. Like knows about ancient techniques for making things off the top of his head can list most major developments in each century when prompted history buff and I love him

He probably also has a rock collection, this man is autistic and we have rock collections. Sometimes the rocks are magically and that's always exciting

Nabu and Flora spending hours researching a random ass specific phenomenon and having the time of their lives

#winx club #rus chatters #winx headcanons #winx club headcanons #winx sky #winx brandon #winx timmy #winx riven #winx helia #winx nabu #winx specialists

[cha-melodius]

20 for the writing meme, please!

Thanks for asking! You picked a doozy, lol. (Ask me questions about my writing)

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

All right, here's some meta for chapter 2 of Nova, Baby (why chapter 2? Because it's an entire 5+1 inside a single chapter of a multichap fic, which is meta enough reason to choose it).

So yeah, it's a 5+1! I thought this was very clever, lol. Also a little bonkers, but there you go. I love this chapter because it really is a huge arc in Alex and Henry's relationship development, plus I got to play with these little encapsulated moments, and some other characters got to come in too (Nora, Pez). I'll give you some "behind the story" and lists of references for each section!

Below will be spoilers for the entire fic, so be forewarned.

I. My excuse for food-as-a-metaphor-for-love. I love that canonically Alex is a good cook, and this was my excuse to have them indulge when normally you might not get much of that in spy fiction (although, this is also a bit of a reference to my other fandom, The Man from UNCLE, where one of the spies is also a good cook; fancy dishes at safehouses is kind of my jam). I chose molé as a dish because making a traditional one has so many ingredients, to really drive home Alex putting a lot of effort into his relationship with Henry.

II. I had such fun writing this one so that, even though it's from Alex's POV, the reader doesn't know he's wearing a vest until Henry does. He might not have been risking his life (much), but he was definitely risking some broken ribs. This one has a bunch of little references in it, mostly to other spy media:

jumping through a fifth story window into a swimming pool—this is a Burn Notice reference. Throw a mattress into the pool first. Also I just love the idea of Alex being a little Extra when it comes to being a spy.

three guys who look like they walked off a Guy Ritchie set—TMFU is a Guy Ritchie movie, plus I love his movies in general.

Alex hadn’t gotten any confirmation from Langley that MI6 would be a part of this op, Henry had just shown up and Alex hadn’t really questioned it—Meant to sow a tiny thread of doubt in Alex's mind, which would pay off later when the fake burn file comes through.

he notices the way Henry’s eyelashes are wet and clumping together and his eyes are rimmed in red—Henry fucking lost it here. See also the part where he kills the men rather than his usual incapacitating, nonlethal shots. This is probably the point where he realizes how deep he's in.

Turns out, they don’t argue about what to do with it. They destroy the hard drive—direct TMFU reference, (spoilers for that movie), this is what Illya and Napoleon do at the end with the missile plans.

III. The classic Nora-and-Alex-have-a-conversation-about-his-bisexuality scene. Also I just loved the idea of Alex being so oblivious to his bisexuality that he's actually sucked cock before and written it off because 'that's just what spies do'. The layout of desks/offices in this fic roughly comes from the show Covert Affairs, since it's one of the few I've watched that actually regularly shows CIA interiors.

IV. Behind the story peek: Henry bails on this mission because he's concerned, after Lisbon, that he's getting in too deep. Also this scene Alex being a Henry-sexual (not interested in going home with any other people in the bar but can't figure out why), which I love. Also Pez in a poncho, because he would. Pez and Alex have an absolute blast on their mission, and Pez gives Henry no end of shit about Alex when he gets back.

V. Tender wound-tending my beloved. This was such a moment of honesty for them. I mean, not completely honest, but I think this is the first time Alex really realizes just how much Henry cares about him (save the full romantic feelings). There is, of course, a massive callback to this scene near the end of the fic where Alex tells Henry that he can't die because promised he'd always take care of him. All that time, he's carried that in his memory. So yeah, this is a pivotal moment.

+1. Ah, the kiss moment. I always love a kiss-as-a-cover trope, and it made for a good first kiss in this one where it would be easier to write off the potential for feelings, since it was all for the mission. Lots of canon references in this one:

in another life, he would have made a great politician—obvious reference is obvious.

I suppose I could, I don’t know, fall into the dessert table or something—a refence to Cakegate of course.

Christ, you’re thick sometimes—I changed the quote because I wanted it to be a bit less severe than "as thick as it gets." Alex is only thick sometimes in this universe, lol.

Henry’s back hits the wall next to some kind of small, indoor tree—always kissing under a tree, these two.

public displays of affection can be strategically useful for diverting scrutiny away from yourself—yes, this a CA: TWS reference

ALL RIGHT, that's probably enough lmaooooo. You asked me to ramble and I rambled. I hope this was interesting to at least one person.

#nova baby #about my fics #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb fic #firstprince fic

[thehackneypony]

How's Leaky Cup doing?

i know i kind of fell off the planet haha… the horses are all doing fine!

quick answer:

- leaky cup has not grown an inch, but he is developing into a hunky little man

- yoyo is happily snoozing with her friends in a stress-free field

- chalk is being boarded for training/ leased to my mother. she was out of work for a very hot minute due to bleeding ulcers— but the horse coming out of that recovery had a brand new, relaxed mental state! super proud of her

- bugsy is mostly retired due to arthritis, but enjoys trail rides and lots of carrots— fun fact: two separate dentists have looked at bugsy’s teeth and thought him to be in his mid to late twenties instead of like 18-19yo. not a huge jump and just conjecture, sometimes previous dental care or lack thereof can affect how a horse’s teeth look.

longer answer:

something medically happened to me almost a year ago and caused me a lot of trauma lol, i was emotionally uninvolved with my own life— got a promotion and threw myself into work and away from horses or my friends. yoyo & leaky are boarded with a very nice lady— i get updates and texts on them and their needs so i can still schedule the vet and farrier. chalky and bugsy are being doted on by my mom everyday.

my life is constantly being sorted and re-organized, and in this journey i realized i’d always put everything into caring for animals as an excuse to not take care of myself. thankfully, i have someone in my life that cares and helps me to see where i’m not taking myself into account. it’s really a struggle with my heavy work-load and life responsibilities-in-general to balance all that i want to accomplish for both my career and my own personal interests; to be terribly honest, with both the guilt and exhaustion from falling out of habits and healing, i’m having a really hard time finding motivation to go to the barn. i teach my mom lessons, so i get to see chalky and bugsy every week— but yo-yo and leaky have fallen to the wayside unintentionally, and i’m having a really hard time finding my way back to them.

i’m still a bit lost in the sauce of balancing my own life after everything haha and because of that i’ve been toying with the idea of downsizing just a bit.

yoyo is my forever baby, her and bugsy will happily live out the rest of their years with me. chalky is the horse i usually consider my heart horse— she’s so mare-ish and high maintenance i love her— but she also requires a lot of constant work to burn off her anxious energy and tire out her brain. i wouldn’t trust her sensitive emotions with just anyone, but i also know i can’t commit to working her 6 days a week anymore. if i can find a good lease for her, that would be ideal tbh— she can be veeeery fancy with the right rider, and a really fun trail partner. the hardest one is leaky, who i’m very genuinely considering finding another home for. it was such a great learning experience meeting and working with him— but we never really clicked, and i feel like i’m not the best opportunity for him. through professional training we’ve gauged he’d be a rockstar at cross-country— just an absolute tank on the course. he’s outpaced a selle francis/irish sport-horse cross and proven to be the bravest horse you’ve ever met.

the problem is that he has yet to be started under-saddle, and besides the regular handling of a boarding facility, has mostly been left to his own devices with his boy-band herd out in the field. i’ve never sold a horse before, have no idea where to start— and am unsure if i could even find someone interested in him as he is now. tbh, i think a bigger part of why i haven’t really done much more than just think about this is that i’m also just hesitant to let go. even if we don’t click, i’ve cared for him and watched him grow. he’s still one of my babies, and while it would be a suuuuper helpful financial decision to sell— if feels like closing a big chapter on my life that i thought would never end. it is a constant dilemma that keeps be up at night haha

i really appreciate the Ask <3 i keep forgetting i have tumblr— and by extension this huge community of horse people i’ve come to consider friends— to help me. it’s hard, and i’m still learning to ask for help. i hope everyone has been surviving, thriving— and enjoying their new year!!!

#i apologize for the long response #i appreciate your care #and look forward to hearing back from you guys!

[slashingdisneypasta]

I couldn't decide whether to send a flirt for Kingston, or send thirst asks for him... So I decided both just like you did with Moony XD

- What does Kingston look like? I know he's a kangaroo toon, but how do his features balance out? Is he more like Tax Avery's wolf with a human body and animal head, or does he possess more kangaroo features? And where is he on the height scale, too? Like a really tall toon like Jessica or one of the shorter toons like Roger and the weasels?

- How does he flirt and what kind of game does he have? I know he's a married man, but- I need to know XD

- Following that pipeline, how does he like his kisses? Tongue or no tongue?

- In general, what is he like in a relationship? I know him and Rena are pretty toxic, but if he wasn't with her, could he maintain a normal relationship (as normal as a Vegas Mob Boss can get XD)? Would he still be pretty mean to his S/O even if they were a more loving person?

- You mentioned that Kingston is an insecure, badass psychopath... How does that play into his relationships? Like- if he saw a guy talking up to his girl at a bar or something, would he make a show of who she belonged to? Would he get passive-aggressive about it? Would he just deck the guy? Possessive sex when they get home like Feral!Moony?

Ok that got a bit more than just thirsty at the end, i apologize XD don't feel obligated to answer any of these if you don't want to, of course ^^

GAHHHHHHHH YES! KINGSTON! HERE WE GO!-

Kingston's Looks: i had to dig out an old drawing of him i did a long time ago here XDD

As a toon kangaroo: The Kangroo gang are as kangaroo as the Toon Patrol are weasels. So, about the same size (A bit taller). Kingston is a few inches taller then Wheezy and he's mostly a dark dark brown colour (Shown below) except for his throat, chest and underbelly which are a lighter peanutbutter sort of colour (Also shown below). He wears a light blue fedora with a navy blue ribbon and has an eyepatch (Being a crazy person, he did a crazy thing, and thats how he lost his eye XD Perhaps more on this later). His eye is brown.

As a human: While in human form he is about 6'3. His short, rough (Meaning uncared for, split-end riddled) hair is that dark sort of ashy brown colour his shoulders and back are in kangaroo form and his eye is a dark dark green in human form. He generally wears a black suit (Like, all black. Blazer, button up shirt, pants, etc. All black) with his blue fedora but he doesn't look particularly fancy 😅 The jacket is old and thin, he doesn't wear a tie, and the shirt is often undone at the top.

Ryan can sometimes get Kingston to dress up, but even then its just a nicer button up (Like a teal colour or sometimes red).

Kingstons flirt game: Let me be clear, Kingston can flirt, yes XD Just not with Rena, funny enough, so you would never know unless he want interested in you. You would think he's awkward and incapable of acting charming- ever. But you would be wrong, its just his wife he's awkward and non-charming with. 🤷‍♀️ (She has the same problem with him)

He's not a playboy-type or anything and he's not the smoothest person ever, or particularly sleazy, but he he knows what he wants and can make it clear 😏 .

He makes the person he's into feel special, cuz he's pretty mean mostly- but not to them. To them he's almost f u n. Teasing them but also making them feel safe. Or, at least it would make you feel safe, if he himself wasn't so scary 😅 He gives some conflicting vibes when he's into you. He's scary, but he's not acting scary. Vibe can be described as electric.

Like you're safe cuz you're with the danger, and the danger thinks you're neat, so 💪😆

Kingston kisses:

This one depends on his mood. He likes both! A good no-tongue kiss with the gal that makes him feel peace and comfort when he's pissed can be great, but a fat tongue kiss when he's feeling more psychotic/feral- can be awesome too XD

And, 😏 having been married to his highschool sweetheart since he was 18- he knows how to kiss 😏

He can turn your brain off if he wants to. And sometimes, just for kicks, he does 😏

Kingston in a relationship (Not with Rena):

Ohhhhhhhh it would be SO much more healthy!!! Yes, he's a psycho. Yes, he's insecure. Yes, he's an asshole- but as shown with how he is with Ryan (loving, appreciative, caring), he is capable of warmth and a loving relationship.

He would not be mean to them ^^ (That is reserved for Rena *cough*) He would treat them better than anyone (while still, you know, being his sometimes-insane most-of-the-time-dickhead self)! He wants his S/O to be in all his 'meetings' so they know what's going on (and to gouge their reaction- he values their instincts), he doesn't keep it from them when he's done something terrible (just admits it. They should know what they're getting into, he supposes.), he treasures his time just alone with them (date nights are non negotiable- he just loves hanging with them ^^ They keep him calm), etc. He puts in the effort to make the relationship work in his fucked up world!

Possessive/Jealous Kingston:

I think Kingston c a n become secure in a relationship (Its more his intelligence that he's overly insecure about XD Like with Jewel, if she poked fun at him for being all-brute force he'd so quickly get riled up. This man will be arguing loudly with an 11 year old because of this XDD ) BUT, if this is a relatively new relationship he w i l l get possessive. Like, these other assholes don't know you're his! He needs to let them k n o w. (And by 'other assholes'- he means pretty much everyone else in the world. He doesn't like that many people.)

So he'll be beside you m o s t of the time that he's with you. Holding your hand mostly but if someone really starts to bother him he'll wrap his arm around you, whisper shit in your ear (Not even necessarily dirty stuff, just anything that can be between the two of you in order to show your intimacy. But yeah. making you go red is also a strategy for him (: He can play you like a fiddle and he d o e s use it when he feels he's gotta (: XD ), give you cheek kisses (Lingering ones), glare heavily at the person, start playing with whatever weapon he's got with him (Switching and unswitching a switchblade with an unsettling look in his eyes, sawing against a table gently with a machete while making dark eyecontact with the person, 'casually' giving his gun a good look over as if he's checking it for faults that don't exist because it is clearly ready to go-) while having his arm still around you-- this man will even take you off to a dark corner and start making out with you slowly, gently, to everyone is aware of his claim. Yes, he'll flash whoever-it-is threatening him a dark shiny look while kissing before returning his attention to you.

With Rena he gets crazier- more violent and angry, because he's very well aware she w i l l cheat on him. With you, he's more secure.

AGHHHHH! THESE WERE SO MUCH FUN TO EXPLORE! ^^ XD I hope you like them !!!! ^^

#Kingston Kangaroo #OC #Mine #My OC

[techtainia-makes-things]

firt aid omg 😭 i love that man sm, may i request first aid w/ gender neutral human reader who just likes to be around him in general? he just has a certain vibe to him that makes him more comfortable for reader to be around him than with other bots 👀

Thank you so much for this ask, it was a delight to sit down and write. That being said, it became a bit of mutual light-hearted complaining about work between close friends, which honesty is just how my mind works at this point. I hope that you enjoy it.

And thanks for reminding me that I never posted my other First Aid fic on Tumblr. ❤

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“Hey Aid! When’s your shift ending?”

Every day you strolled through the medibay doors, and every day, no matter who was closest to said door, you would find First Aid.

“Hey Aid! I grabbed you some energon.”

And every day, First Aid would greet you with a brief wave. You would sit down on his desk, and do whatever quiet task suited your fancy.

“Hey Aid, I have a lot of paperwork to do. Can I hang out here?”

Underneath the mask, he smiled at the question. At this point, you already had your own little corner on his desk, decked out with everything from your very own human-sized desk, to an absurd amount of bean bag chairs for one person to occupy. Somehow, you always found a way, but come on, it was your space and you were going to do what you wanted, with First Aid in sight.

“Again? At least Ultra Magnus has decent handwriting.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “What did you expect? Ratchet is an old doctor, he’s going to have the signature doctor handwriting.”

First Aid placed a data pad on his desk. “I mean, it’s an honor to work with him, but this paperwork is nearly unreadable.” He tapped the end of his stylus against its side.

Your drink rippled, and you smiled, taking a sip. “At least it isn’t a novel of the driest reading known to humankind.” You waved your mini-datapad with the roll of your wrist. “And I’ve read some pretty dry books.”

“Oh, definitely.” He fiddled with his mask, eventually slipping it off and placing it on the corner opposite to your space.

The next few hours flew by, in all honesty, loudly. It was almost like clock work: A bot would stumble in with some sort of absurd ailment (With all the stories that Aid had told you after hours at Swerve’s, your personal favorite was when Drift got his arm dented while doing backflips with Rodimus, as is the way of the Lost Light), one of the medics would sigh and take care of them. The moment they left, comments were made, and shanix changed hands. Repeat. In the end, you spent more time watching the chaos with First Aid than doing any of that oh so important paperwork (and shuffling through his issues of Wreckers Declassified, but that you two would take to your graves).

You and Aid settled back down in your respective spots after Whirl had walked in with a sword stuck in his shoulder. Without looking up from his datapad (you think), he hummed. “I’m surprised you don’t settle down in your office.”

You finish your drink with a prolonged sip. “And lose my mind trying to finish all this? Absolutely not.”

“But now you have to deal with the paperwork, and medibay shenanigans on a very accident prone ship.”

“Correction.” You point your stylus at him. “I get to hang out with you, with far more welcome interruptions than the stiff conversations I have with Megatron biweekly.” You sigh with a soft smile, staring down into your empty cup. “Something about you is just different, which is a sappy way to say that you are never getting rid of me.”

First Aid chuckled. “You say that like I’d ever wish to be rid of you.”

Those were the final words spoken before you both went back to work, and First Aid’s shift came to an end. You both got a drink from Swerve’s.

(A little extra for my first ask)

You and Aid walked out of Swerve’s laughing, with you perched on his shoulder.

“I can’t believe that Rodimus tried to go up against Trailcutter.”

First Aid nodded. “Really? It’s absolutely the kind of thing Rodimus would do. At least we don’t have to pump anyone's fuel tanks…again.”

Your eyes widened in playful shock. “Wouldn’t that be the third time this week? It’s only Tuesday.”

“Again, Lost Light shenanigans.”

“Yeah,” You started as he approached the door to your habsuite. “Lost Light shenanigans. Take care.” You waved goodbye to him as you punched in your lock code.

“You too.” First Aid waved back with a smile as he headed back the direction you had come (His habsuite was really not that far from Swerve’s, or at least closer than yours was)

#mtmte first aid #mtmte #mtmte first aid x reader #kind of #it's meant to be platonic #Tech writes

[moonlightpirate]

Law of Destiny

Chapter 5: Damsel in Distress

Who is the damsel in distress? Will Jaskier and Ilaria make it to Aretuza? (Thanks @my-jokes-are-my-armour for helping me find the jaskier photo for my moodboard!!!!)

Taglist: @tastyfiddle @wildyonderwillows @ceres27

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Jaskier woke up to the sun glaring into his eyes. He groaned at the intrusion from his sleep as he sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Yawning he put a hand on the bed searching for Ilaria to wake her up but to his surprise she wasn’t in the bed. Wondering if she had abandoned him, Jaskier quickly scanned the room looking for her. Not seeing her in front of him he turned around to find Ilaria sitting by the window clearly lost deep in her thoughts. 

Jaskier cleared his throat loudly to get her attention, "Good morning. Did you sleep well?". 

Ilaria jumped at the sound as she snapped out of her thoughts. She looked over and realized Jaskier was awake finally, "Good morning sleeping beauty. I slept okay enough, minus your snoring.". 

"Yeah alcohol does have that effect on me. Perhaps you should give it a try sometime. But are you sure you slept okay? Because I hate to say it but you look like you haven't slept in days. Is everything okay?" Jaskier inquired, stepping closer to her. 

She shrugged, "Just some nightmares. But we should probably think about getting on the road if we want to make it to the next town before nightfall.". 

"Listen, I won't judge you. If you want to talk about anything at all." He reassured her. 

"I appreciate it. But right now let's get some breakfast and some supplies for the road. We got lucky last night with nothing attacking us. I don't want to push our luck.". 

Jaskier nodded solemnly as they got up and packed the few things that they had. They left the inn and went into the town in search of some breakfast. They found a small diner where they quickly ate their breakfast. Afterwards Ilaria decided it was best if they went separate ways, her looking for food easy to eat on the road and him looking for water and whatever else he fancied. They agreed to meet back at the inn in an hour before they parted. Ilaria got lucky and found food fairly quickly and made her way back to the inn where she waited by the horses for Jaskier. Anxiously she began to pace around the horses since it had been over two hours and he was nowhere in sight. She was debating leaving him behind since it was getting so late. After a moment Ilaria sighed and grabbed the small blade she had stashed in her saddle bag and made her way in the general direction she saw Jaskier head earlier that morning. 

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"Now sir really I am not here to see her. I am really just trying to gather some supplies and get out of this town." Jaskier stammered, backing up against the wall staring down the sharp blade currently pointed at his throat.

"I don't care why you are here. I told you to keep your filth away from here or I would kill you." The man snarled. 

Ilaria walked in on the scene, Jaskier backed against the wall, hands up in the air, his whole body in a defensive position. She rolled her eyes and groaned of course he would be in some form of danger. Pulling the small blade she had concealed in the folds of her dress she approached the man from behind and pushed it gently into the man's back.

"I'm going to only ask you once to let this man go." Ilaria whispered into his ear. 

"I'll let him go once he is dead." The man spat.

"I'm not here to bargain sir. You're going to let him go alive or I'll ensure you're the one who ends up dead. Do not tempt me." She cautioned, sticking the blade a bit deeper into his back. 

"I would not test her." Jaskier warned.

The man glared at Jaskier before he groaned in pain as he felt the blade begin to pierce his skin. After several moments, and more groans of pain as Ilaria dug the blade deeper into his skin, he slowly lowered the blade at Jaskiers throat, "You're lucky this broad is here. But I swear to you Julian Alfred Pankratz if I see you near my house or in this town again. You won't see the next light of day no matter who is with you." The man grumbled before he sulked off. 

"Oh thank you so very much. I honestly forgot about him and this threat. He is crazy. I never actually slept with his wife, he just thought I did." Jaskier stammered as he ran over to Ilaria hugging her. 

"Julian Alfred Pankratz? Is that really your name?" Ilaria questioned giving him an awkward hug in return. 

"Yeah you really didn't think my name was just Jaskier did you?" He inquired, looking at her quizzically. 

"Well even Radovid calls you Jaskier so I just assumed. Does he know your name? Wait, are you ready to go? At this rate it'll be well past nightfall again when we reach the next town." 

"Yes I am ready. No, I don't think Radovid knows my name. I haven't had a chance to tell him yet." Jaskier replied as they began to make their way back to the inn, "though I'm surprised that you have a knife princess. May I ask if you know how to use something more hefty like a sword?". 

Ilaria put the knife back in the bag and got on the horse, "Yes, somewhat. I am not really a skilled fighter though. Couldn't take on your witcher but definitely could take on that idiot here in town easily.". 

"So why just a small blade and not a sword?!".

"Why a lute and not something more useful like a dagger or a sword?".

Jaskier glared at her, "I'm a bard…..".

"Well I'm a princess. Who with that small blade just saved your butt." Ilaria grumbled.

She heard Jaskier mutter an apology as he got on his horse. Ilaria rolled her eyes as she gently squeezed her thighs to get her horse moving forward. After a moment she could hear Jaskiers horse behind her. She gave a small tug on the reins and began to guide them away from the town. Once out of town Ilaria could hear Jaskier trying to come up with a song or at least humming along to lyrics as he strummed on his lute. Sighing and enjoying finally being able to focus on her thoughts her mind began to wander to Emhyr. The closer they got to Aretuza the more certain she felt that she would get the answer of why she was so drawn to him. 

"Okay so who is the guy?" Jaskier finally remarked. 

"I'm sorry what?" Ilaria questioned. 

"You have a look on your face that most women seem to have when they are in love." He observed. 

She blushed, "I am not in love. I barely know the man.". 

"But yet you are blushing." Jaskier teased. 

Ilaria tried to move her blonde curls in front of her face as she blushed harder, " It is none of your concern bard. I am not in love. I don't think so. It is complicated and it is not for you to worry about.".

"Again I won't judge. I've had my best friends bring me terrible people to help and I have done it. You can tell me." Jaskier tried to reassure her.

"Let me see how things go here at Aretuza. Then maybe I will." Ilaria sighed.

"Wait, is it me?!" Jaskier gasped.

Ilaria laughed, "Please tell me you are joking!". 

"Then why are you waiting until after Aretuza to tell me?!" He demanded.

Ilaria rolled her eyes; he was almost as dumb as Radovid she felt," It is hard to explain. But honestly involving this man and this situation I have this feeling I can get answers at Aretuza. Ones that will explain how I am feeling and if they are worth telling anyone.". 

"As long as it's not me." Jaskier sighed. 

"You are all Radovids. Trust me." Ilaria retorted. 

They both fell silent again but Jaskier felt the guilt from earlier beginning to eat at him. He knew he should apologize to her since she did save him. Maybe she would be more open with him if he did. But they got lucky with the rest of the trip being uneventful. The rest of the inns had two rooms and they were able to get on the road easily in the morning. At the last inn before they got to Aretuza Jaskier decided he needed to make things right finally with her before they left. As they got up that morning and got ready to leave Jaskier stopped Ilaria before she got on her horse. 

"I didn't mean what happened at the beginning of the journey.". 

"Oh and what are you referring to?" Ilaria retorted. 

Jaskier sighed, "You know what I mean.". 

"Do I?". 

"Fine, I'm sorry for what I said. Thank you for saving me." Jaskier blurted out.

Ilaria looked at him a bit shocked, "You're welcome. Thank you for accompanying me on this journey. I do appreciate it.".

Jaskiers jaw dropped, "Of course. I'm just glad I could help so you didn't have to be alone.".

They smiled at each other before getting on their horses and making their way towards the Thanedd island where Aretuza was located. It wasn't long before Aretuza came looming into their view. Ilaria was gripped with a sudden fear of being face to face with the brotherhood and the various mages at Aretuza. 

"You okay?" Jaskier inquired, seeing that she had stopped and looked pale. 

Ilaria took a deep breath, "Yes I will be okay. Just a small hit of nerves.". 

"I get that." He replied as they got off the horses. 

"Wait, are you just going to walk in? Aren't there guards?" Ilaria questioned, as Jaskier started walking towards a rather large door menacing looking door.

"I mean I've been here before and we generally just walk in. No one's killed me yet. So I'll assume we are okay." Jaskier shrugged. 

Ilaria shook her head and hung back some just in case the mages had their guards up and decided to attack. 

"Welcome back to Aretuza Ilaria, daughter of King Vizimir." A friendly female voice greeted them as the door opened 

"Didn't think I would be able to get in unnoticed especially by you." Ilaria smiled. 

Jaskier looked at Ilaria confused just as Tissaia came into view, "Ah and the bard. Don't worry I've let Yennefer know you are here. She should be here to collect you soon. Please try not to touch anything until she gets here.". 

"Yennefer?! Oh honestly I'm probably better off getting out of here. Maybe I should just……" Jaskier started to panic looking around nervously before darting out of sight. 

"I'm afraid to know what that was about." Ilaria laughed. 

"From what Yennefer has mentioned he's in a bit of trouble with his friend Geralt. Now my goodness look how you have grown you have turned into such a beautiful young woman. Come let's sit down and you can tell me what brings you here." Tissaia said, gently putting a hand on the small of her back and guiding her in towards her office.

Ilaria sat down as Tissaia poured them some wine. 

"I must ask why the bard?" Tissaia inquired, as she sat down across from her. 

"He actually volunteered to bring me. Didn't know that I knew people here. But I didn't want to turn down the company for such a long journey." Ilaria chuckled. 

"Volunteers to bring you and then hides when he arrives and I mention the person he knows. What a strange man. So are you here to finally see if you take after your sister?". 

"No, not quite yet." Ilaria chuckled. 

"Shame your sister was such a great student and you do show a lot of potential. Well may I ask what brings you all the way to Aretuza from Redania then?" Tissaia inquired. 

"Well since unfortunately I was busy and unable to attend the conclave it appears my idiot brother lost our advisor Dijkstra and our mage Phillipa. Since they were last seen here I was hoping perhaps someone would at least be able to point me in the direction of where they may have gone. My father is convinced they are responsible for the death of my mother so the goal is to find them and bring them home for justice.".

Tissaia looked at her and pondered the story for a moment as she sipped at her wine. 

"Odd that he sent his daughter and a bard to find them. I personally do not know where either of them went. They were not at the conclave long. I would recommend talking to Yennefer as she spoke to Phillipa that evening and her witcher Geralt spoke to Dijkstra so he may know where he went. As for your brother I don't recall seeing him at the conclave at all so not really sure how he lost them here.".

"You can thank the bard for the reason you didn't see my brother. He distracted him. That's how they managed to sort of vanish." Ilaria sighed. 

"May I ask why you weren't here?" She requested.

Ilaria froze but smiled and looked up at Tissaia, "I was away trying to help form an alliance for my father and was unaware of the conclave happening so I do apologize for my absence.".

Tissaia looked at her with a skeptical look on her face. Ilaria knew she was trying to judge everything that was being said. Quietly she sipped at her wine and waited for a response. 

"Well you have the freedom to go and ask questions and see if anyone knows about Phillipa. I'll have one of the girls go set up a room for you since I'll assume you're going to be spending the night." Tissaia finally responded coldly. 

"Thank you. I appreciate it." Ilaria replied, finishing the wine before she stood up and left the office.

She was anxious as to why Tissaia was all of a sudden so cold. Ilaria wasn't sure but it felt like it was a bad sign. As she began to wander the halls she hoped to run into Jaskier since it seemed Yennefer would probably be with him. 

"Is that who I think it is?" A male voice inquired. 

Ilaria stopped dead in her tracks grinning from ear to ear, "Istredd?!". 

She turned looking to see where he was. Once her eyes landed on him she ran over to Istredd and gave him a hug

"Ilaria! What brings you here? Don't tell me Tissaia finally talked you into testing your magic." Istredd teased. 

"Not yet. I'm here fixing my brother's stupid mistakes." Ilaria laughed. 

"I don't think that is actually possible." Istredd chuckled 

"Don't tell me that is Ilaria with you Istredd?" Another familiar voice questioned. 

"Triss! How good to see you!" Ilaria exclaimed. 

"It is so wonderful to see you as well. May I ask what brings you here?" Triss smiled, hugging her.

"Mostly to fix my brother's mistakes. Have either of you maybe seen Phillipa or Dijkstra when they were here at the conclave? They've vanished since and my father is convinced they killed my mother and wants to bring them in to question them about it. This was the last place they were seen so I wanted to start here." Ilaria explained.

"Sadly no I don't think so. I do wish you had been at the conclave though." Triss replied. 

"They seemed suspicious. I was trying to keep an eye on them but unfortunately other things came up. I'll ask around and see if I can find out anything for you." Istredd offered.

"I do appreciate it. I was going to find Yennefer but it is getting kind of late. Perhaps once my room is ready I should just go to bed." Ilaria sighed, realizing how tired she was.

"Well I will wish you goodnight then." Istredd smiled, giving her another hug. 

"I'm sure the room is nearly ready. I am so sorry for your loss. Are you doing okay? You seem exhausted." Triss inquired. 

"It's been a long month honestly. I feel constantly on the go. Sleep hasn't been easy. But hopefully soon I'll be able to again." Ilaria sighed. 

"Oh goodness. You need sleep. I could try to give you a potion or something that may help for tonight? You could have a clear mind for tomorrow?" Triss offered. 

"I appreciate the thought but not tonight. How have you been though?".

"I have been better and I have been worse. A lot has been happening.". 

A girl in a blue dress approached both of them, "Your room is ready. I can show it to you when you're ready.". 

"Well I will also let you get some rest. We can catch up more tomorrow." Triss hugged Ilaria before walking away. 

Ilaria sighed as she watched Triss leave. She then followed the girl down a long hallway. After several minutes the girl stopped at a door. Ilaria entered the room. 

"Will you be needing anything else?" The girl inquired. 

"No but thank you." Ilaria responded. 

The girl disappeared and Ilaria closed the door. She flopped down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. It was beginning to hit her how much danger she was in if Tissaia learned about her being in Cintra with Emhyr. Cahir had briefly mentioned once being tortured while in Aretuza. What would they do to her? Ilaria sighed and covered herself in the blankets and tried to silence her thoughts and get some rest. 

#the witcher #the witcher au #jaskier #original character #the witcher fanfiction #triss merigold #tissaia de vries #istredd #jaskier gets threatened #aretuza

[justsleepyrune]

@fallenlondonficswap @thedeafprophet 

In which a frog is chased, a little girl gets lost, and a new friend is made. I did my best to write Alex!! For the group swap!

General rating | Éadaoin Blank, Alex Hastings, Arlen Blank | 1645 words

The Neathy stars were glittering, the streets bustling in the afternoon’s buzz of activity and delight. One star seemed to be winking especially brightly, as if it were winking to the little girl who eagerly navigated the streets, Baba’s gloved hand held tightly in her grubby fingers. 

Éadaoin had tried to catch a cat, stumbling after it with waving arms, an eager coo in her voice. Thankfully her father had swept her up once she’d tripped on the pavement, calming her before any startled tears could begin to form. Now she was happily back to her adventure, freed from his grasp once more.

She was wearing her fancy hat today. It was purple. One of the best colors. It was almost as good as yellow, which was the best color in the world, even if Baba liked purple more.

A passerby’s hat, fuzzy brown fur, caught her eye and she waved. It shifted, revealing a cat, one that settled back onto its ride and yawned. She gasped, waving brightly, wriggling out of Baba’s hold in order to follow the cat a bit. He carefully pulled her back and she stuck out her tongue in exasperation. 

He tapped her head three times, a reminder to stay close. She nodded, leaning far to the left, pulling on his arm as they walked. A lady up ahead had pretty blue shoes. She wondered whether they were fun to walk in. 

She had really pretty shoes too, but they weren’t blue. They were yellow, so they were the best, and they were boots. So maybe blue was more fun to walk in, even if it wasn’t as good. 

Suddenly, they stopped. Baba tapped her head once, a signal to pay attention. She nodded when he signed to stay beside him, making a face at the redheaded woman who had stopped him. She could tell he didn’t like her, his posture stiff and his face all frowns, so she didn’t like her much either. Baba always had good judgment when it came to people. 

She stood still for a moment, before a flash of color caught her attention. A frog was peaceably sitting underneath a lamppost, staring off into the distance, its yellow and blue skin a flag of interest among the muted shades of the crowd. She knocked her head against Baba’s knee to get his attention, but he didn’t look down. Too busy talking. She huffed. She’d just have to bring it to him. She waited for a break in the crowd and hurried forward, eyes on her new friend.

To her dismay, Éadaoin found that the crowds swept forward, catching her in them. A man with a chittering weasel in his arms bumped her to the left, causing her to crash into an urchin, who grimaced at her and made a strange face, before yanking her back by the neck of her jacket, right out of the path of another cab. She stumbled, reaching out to grab onto their arm for stability, but they’d already bolted.

Tears began to threaten. She looked back to find Baba, eyes widening when he wasn’t there. The crowd surged. Everyone was too tall. Too loud, all screams and jumbled noises. Her head hurt. She shook her head over and over, hoping to make some of the sound go away, but she ended up just dizzy. 

Hoping to find Baba again, she hurried away from the crowds. She tried to find quieter places, enough to let herself think. Back and forth she was pulled, having to duck away from mean people’s feet, from loud voices and the quick footed urchins who darted through the crowds. Finally, she escaped the masses. She took three deep breaths, just like Baba always did, and looked around. She would need to find someone trustworthy to help her.

There. A man sat on one of the benches, stuffing a mask into a bag. He took a hat out, putting it atop his brown curls.

Personally, Éadaoin thought the mask was better. But Suzy had told her that they didn’t judge outfits out loud, since people got all fussy and mad. Baba always judged people’s clothes. 

She walked towards the man, stomping with her yellow boots. She would need to get his attention. She marched up, not waiting for him to notice her, before headbutting his knee. 

That typically got people’s attention.

He yelped, jerking his legs away from her. “Oh! Hi!” The startled expression was replaced with a smile. 

She stared at him, wiping her nose. “Your clothes ‘re borin’,” she sniffed, carefully signing along with her words. “You should wear yellow.”

He opened his mouth, as if he was going to say something, and then stopped. She nodded.

“I like your mas’.” She didn’t know how to sign mask. She mumbled for a moment, sounding out the word, before fingerspelling it. The man was still watching her, not saying a word. “Your hat is bad though,” she helpfully told him.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. It’d be better if it was yellow. Or purple. Like my hat.”

“Would it?”

“Yeah. My hat’s better.”

“I understand.” He didn’t seem like he understood, but that was okay. People took some time to get things sometimes. 

She rubbed her nose again, wiping it on her sleeve. “My name’s Éadaoin.”

“Uh. Alex. I’m Alex. Do you have parents around?” His head turned back and forth as he looked around. 

“Baba. I lost ‘im though.” She paused. She wouldn’t seem very responsible if she’d just walked away, but she needed help to find Baba again. “He walked off an’ now I can’t find him.”

“He walked off?” Alex seemed worried now. He made a funny face. 

“Yeah.” She nodded sagely. “To fin’ a frog.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Wanted to show me, ‘cause I like frogs. But he lost me instead.”

Alex paused. “Oh, okay.” 

“Do you like my hat?”

“Yes. Your hat is fantastic.”

“That’s a long word. Can you help me find Baba?” She sighed dramatically. “He gets scared without me ‘round.”

He nodded, standing and offering her a hand. “Yes, um, we can do that.” She took his hand, making sure to squeeze his fingers so he knew where she was. Sometimes Baba forgot. “So you like frogs?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s nice. I know someone else who likes frogs a lot too. Do you have a favorite frog?”

“Nope. I just like ‘em.”

“Well, that’s nice too. Do you have any other things you like?” She didn’t think either of them knew where they were going. He seemed content to be walking around in circles, looking around occasionally. Maybe he just wasn’t good with directions.

“Yellow. It’s the best color.”

“Is it? I didn’t know that.”

“Do you wanna be my friend?” she looked up at him, sticking her tongue out at him when she smiled.

He smiled back. It was a nice smile. “I would love to be your friend.”

“Good. You can be my friend, but you gotta wear yellow, because I’m only friends with people who wear yellow. An’ people who are three. But you’re old.”

“I’m old?”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re so tall. Maybe try shrinking, I guess.”

Alex paused, before nodding. “I’ll take that into consideration.” She wasn’t completely sure what that meant, but she nodded, because she was pretty smart. 

“Excuse me.” Baba’s voice came from behind them. It wasn’t one of his nice voices, or his shop voice. It was his angry voice, the one that he used whenever the blonde woman with the yellow eyes came around. 

“Hi, baba!” she waved. “This is Alex. He’s my new bes’ friend an’ he’s gonna wear yellow now.”

Alex waved. “I was trying to help her find you. She seems to have gotten a little lost? She said that you walked off and I wasn’t sure,” he trailed off, shrugging.

Baba looked down at her, carefully watching her as he signed his disapproval. She huffed, explaining about the frog, tiny fingers making quick motions. Alex stood to the side, looking around again, like he wasn’t sure what to do. 

Finally Baba looked back up to him, sighing. “Arlen Blank. This is my daughter, Éadaoin. I lost her in the crowd, thank you for finding her.”

“Of course. She’s a sweet kid. She just came up to me, I was on the bench over there. Waiting for my partner. Oh! I’m Alex. Alex Hastings. Nice to meet you.”

“Hm.” Baba looked him over. “Your shirt needs hemming.”

“Oh. Uh, thanks? It’s fine.”

“Of course.” Baba tilted his head, watching him for a moment, before shrugging. “Well, have a nice day. We’ll be going.”

Éadaoin grinned, taking off her best purple hat and offering it to him. “Here!” She grinned. “‘Cause you’re my friend now. An’ now you have a better hat! Yours is bad.”

Alex’s eyebrows raised as he crouched down to meet her eyes. “Well, thank you. I don’t want to take your,” he paused, looking at Baba, before nodding, “alright, thank you for the hat.” He took it from her, carefully balancing it on top of his other hat. 

“That’s not how you wear it,” she told him, because she was helpful. “You gotta take the other one off.”

“Perhaps Mr. Hastings is simply not the best at wearing hats. I’m sure he’ll learn,” Baba said, quickly taking her hand. “We’ll need to be going now. Interesting to meet you, sir.”

“Bye-bye!” Éadaoin waved, trying to keep her eyes on him as they walked away. He waved back, tipping his new purple hat, with a bright smile. 

The Neath’s stars glittered brightly. One had even shifted position. Even though Baba was lecturing, Éadaoin was utterly content. She had her father back, a brand new adventure to tell Suzy all about, and she’d even made a new friend. Plus, she’d given the best fashion advice ever, just like Baba would.

#oc: blank #others ocs #fallen london fic swap #oh my goodness i had so much fun with this one #and also writing a child who has way too many opinions about what alex is wearing #i hope you enjoy!!!

[kemendin]

Caspian Serapis, Alliance Commander

Since I already did one of these for Khel, I had to do one for Caspian as well. All of Cas’ current outfits! (And now with this update I have sixteen more slots to fill oh no, what a hardship)

As before, vague descriptions below cut, ranging from ‘specific purpose’ to ‘I just think it’s neat’. Some of these are repeats from a couple other outfit posts I did but it’s excellent to have them all together now.

1. Cas’ standard Jedi robes for when he’s out and about, doing Jedi things. Easy to move in with enough armour to handle standard combat scenarios. Tatooine outfit.

2. Cold weather gear. Cas isn’t usually a cape person but he needed to have some layers as well as heavy duty boots for all that snow. Hoth/Ilum outfit.

3. ‘Battlemaster’ outfit. He wears this for the really critical combat-heavy missions, and the ones where it’s very much ‘succeed or die trying’. It becomes a mental armour as much as physical. Corellia outfit.

4. ‘Dark Jedi’ outfit. More an aesthetic choice on my part than his, showing how he becomes touched by the dark side later in his class story - still armoured, and yet looking oddly vulnerable with the wide, low collar. He wore this to face the Emperor on Dromund Kaas.

5. Casual Jedi wear, for going out where little combat is expected. Coruscant/Taris outfit.

6. A comfortable general outfit that doesn’t scream Jedi so much, good for exploring and hands-on missions. Belsavis outfit.

7. A more ‘undercover’ look, for when it’s not convenient for Cas to be immediately recognised as a Jedi, and/or he’s getting his hands dirty with more ‘operative’ type missions. Iokath/Star Fortress outfit.

8. I just really liked the jacket and putting all these different outfit pieces together. Balmorra outfit.

9. ‘Fugitive’ outfit. Cas’ first new clothes in five years, picked up on Asylum. I deliberately went for something muted, almost cobbled together, no longer an indication of his status as a Jedi - just man who’s lost and struggling. Even after the Alliance gains traction, Cas continues to wear this around the base, an act of defiance against the power being thrust on him again.

10. ‘Alliance Commander’ outfit. More noticeably Jedi-esque despite him not being an official Jedi anymore, still armoured and good for getting out in the field for regular combat missions.

11. ‘Gala’ outfit. Fancy, elegant, for those few occasions when he actually wants to go to a party. Zakuul party crashing outfit.

12. ‘Eternal Throne’ outfit. As soon as I saw this chestpiece I knew it was perfect for this occasion. The ensemble is meant to evoke the burden of what he’s doing, the reluctance with which he’s claiming the throne - heavy, layered, regal yet cumbersome.

13. Cas’ most comfortable and casual outfit, for just hanging around the ship or Alliance base, or visiting locales where combat is unlikely.

14. I initially got him to level 80 just so I could have this chestpiece, and I’m so glad it gave him a reason to wear his thigh high boots. Aesthetically one of my favourites. Specifically Rakata Prime/Ruins of Nul outfit.

15. I just wanted an excuse to wear this really cool coat. Manaan outfit.

16. I wanted a new outfit for the latest story update, so similar to the above - ended up being Manaan, but darker and heavier, which is what I was going for to match the story.

#swtor #swtor fashion #swtor oc #jedi knight #star wars the old republic #jedi oc #swtor:caspian #kem oc #kem screenshots #kem plays dress up

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Chapter 5: Me Gustas Tu

“I know our house isn't as fancy as yours or anything, but I'm glad to call it home!" Heavy said with a closed eyed happy smile. As Daisy was walking with the two brothers, Dee couldn't help but ask a question to Heavy's comment. "Fancy? What does Heavy mean by fancy?" He asked, glancing at Daisy 's face which held a considerable amount of makeup on her left side. "Oh it's nothing- '' But before the girl could finish, Heavy cut her off. Yeah! She lives on the other side of the park

where the music conservatory is in that rich neighborhood!" Dee looked generally surprised, as to which Daisy just nervously chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. The three both walked up to the pathway of the house, and Daisy couldn't help but realize how fitting the house was for Dee. Dark wood, no flowers, a skull at the very top of the house, it really did fit him perfectly. Daisy couldn't help but compliment the house as she stepped inside, "Your house is super cool Dee!" The boy sharply turned away from her to hide a bit of red that adorned his cheeks, and placed his key ring on a holder with the words 'Metal Family' on it."Thanks, Heavy lost the family poker game on Monday, so it was his turn to clean the house." "And I did a great job! I mean not a spec of dirt is anywhere!" Dee just sighed and pointed down at Heavy's feet, "You just tracked in mud." The boy looked down and cursed, taking off his shoes and running off to grab cleaning supplies. "We can work in my room if you want?" Dee asked, noticing the confused look she had on while looking at a family picture on the wall. Oh that's just a family picture of us." He pointed to where Daisy was staring at intensely, "That's my dad, and yes he normally looks like that." He said, thinking Daisy was confused at the man's appearance. "Does your dad travel a lot?" She asked finally looking at Dee and taking notice of the resemblance. "Well sometimes. He just went to Brazil . last month, why do you ask?" She just shrugged and smiled. "Oh no reason, I just thought he looked familiar, that's all." That's a lie. Daisy recognized him from the guy on the plane, and the guy who she shook hands with on the street on her second day in Russia. She knew they traded names, but she couldn't remember what his name was. 'It'll be best to avoid meeting him I guess.' She thought while walking with Dee to his room. They both walked into his room and Daisy studied it for a second, before spotting an old beat up guitar in the corner. "Oh a guitar! Do you play?" Daisy asked, setting down her backpack on his bed and walking around his room looking at his posters. "I'm working on it I suppose." Dee said, trying not to remember the conversation with his father about that very same guitar. "A long time ago I used to play guitar in a band with my friends. We actually got sort of well known in some places, but it ended pretty fast." She said, turning around to glance at the guitar with a nostalgic glint in her eyes. "You can play guitar?" Dee asked, trying to bury his feeling of jealousy. She just hummed in reply before taking out her journal and plopping onto his bed. "Can you play anything else?" He said while he sat on his bed with her. Daisy internally cringed a little, wishing that she didn't play anything else. "Yeah, piano and violin . Now let's get started on the project."

No matter how many times they decided to do the project, they both would get off track. Dee never realized how much depth Daisy had until he started talking to her, but Daisy could feel herself start to get a little anxious. He was starting to ask questions that she tried to avoid, such as 'Why did you move here' and 'How come you never mention anything about your life?' But the thing was, she liked that he was interested. It had been a long time for her since someone asked her genuine questions, and a small part of her was happy. But only a small part. The rest of her was riddled with insecurities, bad memories, and anxiety that she wanted to get rid of. That's why when she looked at the clock, she visibly jumped back. "Shit its 6:30! Sorry Dee but I have to go!" Daisy yelled trying to quickly pack her things. "Wait before you go, we should trade numbers, and plan for tomorrow." Dee said, pulling out his phone to add her contact. And she grabbed Dee’s phone and add her contact information. “Here, don’t miss me too long.” She said, “As if,” Dee said as Daisy opened the door from his bedroom.I'll just come over after dinner okay?" She quickly said, flashing a smile Daisy down the stairs and said bye to Heavy. She runs out of the house leaving behind a confused Dee. Daisy ran as fast as she could. She only had 30 minutes to make herself presentable and practice her pieces that were assigned to her by Ms. Lydia, who also had started to force her to call her miss. As she finally approached her house and ran toward the door, she noticed two silhouettes talking through the window. The girl cautiously opened the door, and was a little shocked to see Ms. Lydia and her father talking. They were both in formal attire as they both looked at the girl who was standing in the doorway. "I forgot to mention to you Margarita, but Ms. Lydia won't be giving you a lesson today. She has some family matters to settle today, but tomorrow I will teach you myself."Daisy gulped and broke out into a cold sweat, looking down at her feet, away from the analyzing eyes of the tall blonde woman. "Yes father, thank you." The girl said, leaving that room as fast as her feet could take her.

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Dee P.O.V

“So she was over here today? If she would have stayed longer I would have loved to meet her!" Glam said, picking up the empty plates from the table into the sink. "Do you mind if I take the leftovers with me? I've been waking up hungry at four in the morning lately." Ches asked, leaning back in his chair even more. "Yep!" dad fixed Ches a container of the food, before walking out and joining everyone else for a round of poker. This just left Dee and Ches alone, sitting across from one another. "So Uncle Ches..." Dee sighed not knowing how to bring up the topic. “What's up?" Ches asked, eyeing the boy. "How do you tell a girl that you like her?” The boy asked, trying his best not to let his nervousness show. Ches's eyes grew wide with those words, and his posture was more rigid than before. “Wo ho ho , you got a chick you like, so who is she?” Glam heard about this and he was surprised that Dee had a crush on someone. “Aww, Dee, who’s the lovely lady who stole your heart.” Dee turned bright red with embarrassment. “Well, I used to like this girl named Lif , and then it turns out she likes someone else, it hurt when she said that.” Ches looks sorry for Dee. Glam said “Well sorry to hear that Dee, it must have hurt very much.” Dee looked at his dad “It did very much, but now I got over it and know she is probably happier with someone else.” Dee sighed. “There’s this other girl, who just moved here last month and I think I am starting to have feelings for her.” Ches smirked and said “So this lady caught your eye, so who is she?” Dee turned red again just by thinking about her. “Her name is Daisy, she is amazing and beautiful. She has these beautiful eyes and This amazing smile oh.” Glam smiled “Sounds like you like her a lot.” Dee looked at Glam “She’s the girl that Heavy gos on and on about and she was going to have dinner with us, but she left.” Ches stood up from his chair and said “Look, if you want to tell her how you feel, get her flowers or maybe even sing to her. That’s how I will do it, and don’t be nervous, it 's not like you haven’t gotten rejected before.” Ches laughed. Glam glared at Ches and bumped him in the chest. “Ow, what was that for Glam?” Glam said. “ You know what that was for.” Glam put his hand on Dee’s shoulder “Look, Dee just be honest and tell her how you feel. I remember being young and in love before.” Dee chuckled. “Was it mom that you told me your feelings?” Glam chuckled “Yes, and no,” Dee was confused by this. “ My first love wasn’t your mother, it was a girl named Gianna, but we call her Gia.” Ches blushing a bit, he was trying to hide his blush. Glam look at Ches “You Remember Gia don’t you Ches?” Ches smiled “ yay, I remember Gia she was one of our members of our band, she play the guitar, she was one of those hippies before she turned metal, I think she is still a hippie.” Glam brought a picture frame from the living room. It shows a band that his dad and Uncle Ches were in. In the photo there was his dad and Uncle Ches, and the other band members, but one stood out from the rest, a young woman with a hippie outfit next to his dad.Ches pointed to the young woman. “That is Gia, she was the literally Dream Girl,” Glam sat in his chair. He said “The last thing that I heard of her, she went back to Brazil and started a family.” Glam looks a little sad. In Glam’s head he kinda wished that Gia didn’t end their relationship, he wished that he could have a family with Gia. Not that he didn’t love his relationship with Vicky, he really loved Victoria, but what Glam had with Gia was different, it was more tender and sweet.”

“Don’t worry, Dee, you're going to be okay. The heart wants what it wants.” Uncle Ches said. But Dee still sat there, in fact he couldn't find it within himself to leave the table. He just had this nagging feeling that something was wrong, that something went down without his knowing. 'I mean it was weird that Diana and Daisy stopped talking all of a sudden...I already talked to her, but maybe she knows something?" Dee thought while pulling out his phone from his pocket, and texted a certain pink haired girl. Dee: Diana, do u know anything else about Daisy ?

*The person you are trying to text has blocked you*

"What the fuck. Blocked?!?" Dee yelled out loud, confused and borderline hurt of Diana's action. 'I will find out more if it's the last thing I do.' He thought before putting his phone away and joining his family for poker.

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Daisy was truly grateful that her lesson was canceled, but was not looking forward to playing with her father tomorrow.Remnants of her lip gloss were on the corners of her mouth, while her lips were chapped. The girl decided to move away from the mirror. She took out her history textbook, but instead of making her usual lines on the cover, she opened it up and started to read about the influential people of Russia. 'Maybe, just maybe, if I read too much then I'll go blind. Then I'll never press any type of white or black key again.' Daisy thought, looking down at her short fingernails, wondering if her father will force her to play until she's bruised all over.

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Hey Y’all how are you guys, I just want to tell you that my OC Gia is Daisy’s mom and that she is my original character. I give you the back story about Gia later in the chapters. If you have any questions tell about it in the comments section below.

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Outfit reference

#metal family fandom #dee x reader #metal family x reader #metal family dee #metal family #dee metal family #metal family heavy #metal family ches #metal family glam #metal family vicky #metal family lif #latina #latina reader #brazil #brazilian girls #rio de janeiro

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😍🐶💚🎵🛩️🍼

Gah! Thank you so much for sending this in anon! I did my best below. The ask game post is here.

😍 - Three favourite things about Jotaro.

God how could Eileen possibly choose!? (Cop out answer)

She likes his funny lines, when he thinks he's being a badass but he sounds lame instead. Even the funny thing bullshit with the "a vein pops on a stand users nose when they smell cigarette smoke" and everyone else going "Woah!! What a stellar observation!" While he's just "I-- I lied. I lied So Much." Its like getting to see behind the curtain.

"How did you bullshit so hard?!"

"Oh I would've lost it if I had known, known, y'know?"

Eileen loves Jotaro's insistence on wearing his hat Everywhere, even underwater. He has a look and he's sticking with it. Stubborn bastard.



She likes that he's a character who doesn't need to state his morals, he just does it. Action over words. Makes Jotaro very geniune.



🐶 - If Eileen and Jotaro were to get a pet, what would it be?

Well, The Hounds aren't exactly pets I suppose... Hm... Eileen would love to get a fancy rat! They're friendly and fun to play with! She'd try to convince Jotaro to get one with her, "It'll be a new family member! Don't you wanna take care of something so soft and cool?"

Unfortunately, rats are a no go for Jotaro. They just, they're rats. He doesn't... Rodents don't gel well with him.

Instead they settle on two hermit crabs! Properly cared for of course. So it's a little pricey, but man. Jotaro and Eileen feel a stupendous amount of joy when they see the little fellas are all settled!

Their names are Shelbert and Clawrise.



💚 - Who gets jealous?

Man, I'd love to say Eileen, but the opportunities for jealousy to happen are just...weird. Usually when people show interest in Jotaro it's for his looks, not anything like his work or what he likes. And that just upsets her, she knows Jotaro doesn't want that kind of attention, isn't particularly a friendly person, or a people person in general, so she would just like to shield him a bit.

Eileen would only get a playful kind of jealous. Like, let's say someone emailed Jotaro about a paper he published, and now they're pen pals. First, Eileen would be elated! Jotaro gets to gush about marine biology with a fellow fish nerd? It's awesome!

It's when he ends up spending, like, two hours drafting an email response that she goes, "Hey Jojo, I'm feeling a little neglected!" She's leaning on his shoulders where he's sitting on his swivel chair, rubbing her cold nose against his neck. Jotaro huffs a little and half-heartedly bats at her face. "I'm busy, I'll be there in a minute," his eyes are glued to the screen, mouth quirked in a smirk. Smug bastard. "But! I'm lonely!" she groans into his throat.

So Eileen doesn't really get jealous. Jotaro on the other hand? Pray for his tortured, angst-ridden soul. When Eileen finds a friend, she's super affectionate. There's obviously a matter of body-language, she's pretty good at judging who wants a hug or a kiss, or would like some distance. But as soon as she's got that blanket permission? Shes cuddling and talking up her new pal. Like, her and Kakyoin?

"Noriaki, darling, dearest, plleeeease give me the last brownie?" She's smushed her cheek against his, giving the biggest puppy-dog eyes. Kakyoin makes a show of considering it, a flash of defiant 'I don't think I will' shining in his violet eyes. Then rolls his eyes and tosses it her way. "Aw! Thanks pudding pop!" Eileen replies before devouring the block of chocolatey goodness. Meanwhile, Jotaro's over in the corner, watching this, thinking: "I wanna be her pudding pop. Why can't I be? Huh??"

Jotaro ends up acting a little prickly until Eileen digs into his mood. It's easily resolved, she goes "Of course you can be my pudding pop! Why didn't you just ask?" And then gently asks if he'd be more comfortable if she toned it down? She didn't mean to make him uncomfortable, blatant affection was just a way for her to show appreciation of her friends. And well... Jotaro... He likes that about Eileen. He likes how honest and willing Eileen is to put herself out there. He might just want more attention than he was willing to admit before.

When people are flirting with Eileen however? Oh boy. Run, duck, cover, something along those lines. Although, Eileen has a hard time believing anyone would be interested in her. Anyone else, that is, she clearly won over Jotaro with her wit and charm, but her face?

She's got scars on her face. Big, jagged looking scars. They started blood-crusted red, and have healed over to a pink sure, but who likes that? Especially on a woman. It might be rugged and cool on a guy but... Yeah. She ruined her face. So, she doesn't pick up on flirting from other people.

So, poor Jotaro is fuming as Eileen cluelessly goes, "oh? You're a fan of my wood carvings? Sure, I could show you my workshop sometime!" Eventually Jotaro can't take it anymore. So, Eileen finds herself with a 195cm shadow glowering at the new friend she's made. Its uncharacteristic of Jotaro to be so, touchy. She doesn't mind! It's a treat to get PDA when it's available. She's soaking up Jotaro's touch, melting when he calls her nicknames, getting a little embarrassed when he refers to her as 'his girlfriend', 'limpet', on and on. When they get a moment alone she's a little giggly, splaying her hands on his shoulders, looking into his eyes with little hearts in her own. "What was that about, Starshine?" she asks. "I missed you," Jotaro's rigid posture goes relaxed under her touch, her voice. "I was just across the room," she teases a little. "Was too far for me."

I wouldn't exactly call Jotaro's jealousy subtle, but he isn't one to make a scene as long as Eileen isn't bothered. Although, the moment someone harrasses her, it's all over.

🎵 - Some song lyrics which fit Jotileen?

Sweet wonderful you

You make me happy with the things you do

Oh, can it be so

This feeling follows me wherever I go

I never did believe in miracles

But I've a feeling it's time to try

I never did believe in the ways of magic

But I'm beginning to wonder why

[...]

You, you make loving fun

And I don't have to tell you but you're the only one



🛩️ - Where would Jotileen go for their honeymoon?

Jotaro and Eileen get married in 1996, after they've had Jolyne and Jouta, so their honeymoon turns into a family trip! Disney World is in Florida, so it's within the state they've settled in. Eileen has never been on a rollercoaster before and is so!! Excited!! She's unfortunately the only one going on the coaster in their little family, so she slips away to go while Jolyne and Jouta are napping and Jotaro's looking over them.

They have to take it relatively easy with a four and two year old, but it's a lovely week away from home with no dishes and no job responsibilities.



🍼 - Want kids?

Jotaro never considered kids in all honesty. At least, not beyond a perfunctory thought. Its the expectation, right? Marry, have children, then die. ...Okay that sounds a bit bleaker than he would mean it to be. Then his relationship with Eileen got serious. Which is to say, their relationship has never not been serious, but it went from: "I love you and I need you to survive this with me," in SDC to them dating in a normal societal context. When Jotaro and Eileen turn 19 Holly and Nobuko start talking about marriage. Asking when Jotaro's gonna pop the question, since he and Eileen aren't 'kids anymore' and Holly would like some grandchildren. Hell, Joseph is eager as hell to spoil some great-grandchildren. That makes Jotaro think about what comes with marriage, in a typical sense. Does he...want children? When the idea was distant and impersonal, Jotaro would've said no. But with Eileen? He'd cherish any new additions to the family. He's just scared if he'd be able to keep them safe. So, when Eileen gets pregnant unexpectedly Jotaro has a minor crisis before his determination to protect her and their baby grows stronger.

Eileen has always liked kids. She made money babysitting when she was a teenager, and she had a lot of fun. Of course, it was also tiring, keeping up with little 3 year olds and their boundless energy, dietary restrictions, scheduled nap times, bath times, etc, but it was worth it! She felt pride in a job well done. So, when she contemplated the future she saw herself having kids down the line. She'd work hard to make sure they would have anything they'd want and need, and be there for them... More open than her mother was. She'd make them feel loved, not like a burden. So, yes, Eileen would love to have kids. When Eileen's thoughts about the future start to revolve around her and Jotaro, together: God, she wouldn't want any other man. She loves him, she can't imagine a world without him in it.

#can you tell i spent a week writing this #answered #im counting this as #my writing #jotileen lore #joot lore #eileen lore #kujo family #eileen barreau #joot

[stella-lesair]

Do you know what happens when my head meat mixes a fandom I was in three years ago with the one I've been in since four years ago? Correct, the nations from RA get humanifications hetalia style.

Following are some elaborations as to how I imagine some of the countries, I do not blame you if this is too long for you.

For some reason, Araluen would probably be one of the few girls around. She gives off like early day Hungary vibes, aka. scary fighting woman for those who haven't watched hetalia. But she'd be less fighting and more war strategy and big brain. Also, since we learned from England that nations can do magic if there are rumours claiming so, it is obvious that the rumours that rangers can do magic are the source of her magical powers. In my head, she wears a green skirt with a big slit, and leather armour and pants on a daily basis, and on fancy events she wears a green dress with weapons hidden in it.

Skandia looks like the average Viking to me. He seems not too smart at first sight, but if you dare to challenge his knowledge of one of his areas (aka. sailing, fighting, etc.) you will regret it. He also learns a lot from his mistakes and got obssed with the idea of justice and trading after getting closer with Araluen.

Speaking of, they are very close. They killed each other a lot in older days, but who cares. But simply put: Araluen is the brains while Skandia is the brawl, and they work incredibly well together, to the point where you only see them around together. Araluen says they're besties, while Skandia thinks otherwise. They were once asked if they were married, because literally everybody ships them, and when Ara said no Skandia was confused, thinking that they were. Yes I have a lot of fun making this up. Also, they bicker. Like. A lot.

If Skandia is Araluen's lover, Arrida is pretty much her bestie. In my head he is a tall and kind fellow, but he never speaks a word. I have not decided on him being mute or just being, I don't know, scared of saying the wrong thing. Either way, he is a great listener, being both Skandia and Araluen's comfort person. When they are in a bad mood, all they need is a cup of his coffee and the world is taking a step away from being engulfed in war. Arrida thirdwheels them a lot, but he's fine with it and enjoys their arguing. Yet, this friendship with Ara didn't start on neutral ground. No, Arrida saw himself forced to stick around, to repay an old debt.

Oh? You want to know what debt I'm talking about? Well, it's the equivalent to the promise Skandia made when he first started to 'spend time with' (read: start bothering by stealing her things) Araluen. Does that explain it?

While Arrida is used to the never-ending bickering, the last member of this quartette, Nihon-Ja, is not. The poor fellow is constantly trying to ease the tension until Arrida symbolises him to stop. Generally, he seems a little lost between these western nations, preferring tea over coffee and being, frankly speaking, scared of Skandia's hugs, but he enjoys it nonetheless. He is the calm and gentle, the secluded guy you visit after a long day to watch the wind in the trees. But don't get me wrong, this guy still can be an absolute threat. I recommend not getting on his bad side, because it will hurt both physically and psychologically to do so. I mean, there has to be a reason why he reached out to Skandia and Arrida after the incident with Araluen, right? Appearance wise, I can't decide whether he's like Japan or more of a middle-aged general/dad who's seen his fair share of violence.

Now that the quartette is completed, I want to introduce one more country, Gallica. He's a bit unstable. A pretty man who charms restlessly before turning into a violent prick. He seems trustworthy, but his mind can change an instant. He's had a lot of quarrels with Araluen (in which she often emerged victorious), which lead him to hate her. Sometimes, though, he admires her as well. Anyhoo, Araluen is rather apathic towards him, just showing surface-level kindness which gets on his nerves. He would start more fights, if he wasn't scared of her.

Yes, he is scared of her because of the incident. I don't blame him, honestly. I would be too if I knew that my neighbour who doesn't really like me can do the impossible.

Anyhoo, if you read so far, thank you for wasting your time on me.

Also, forgot to mention, the quartette always have their backs, making floks scared of them, hence the name 'The Feared Four'

#ranger's apprentice #rangers apprentice #hetalia #Araluen #Skandia #Arrida #Nihon-Ja #Gallica #the feared four

[whatdoesshedotothem]

[KISS] Friday 17 October 1834

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a kiss last night but no better than the last she said I did not gave her dinky dinky  as at first how was it  that is she did not feel moisture from me as before  very windy morning but fine F54° now at 9 5 am till now looking at little Chamouni [Chamonix] model of Mt. Blanc – opened this morning 1st time since our arrival – out at 10 – breakfast at 9 ¾ - read the morning Herald (of Wednesday) - Long advertisement about railroad connecting London Norwich York Edinburgh and Glasgow - A- off to Cliff hill etc at 11 when Holt came for ½ hour to tell me the sale of Mr Samuel Hall’s coal to Mr Rawson was all off - the estate entailed upon Isaac Thwaites’ children in default of SH- leaving issue - he has only one child, a daughter aetatis 20 living with her aunt Pearson at the Northbridge because her mother (Mrs. Hall) an odd person - R- on finding the property entailed wanted SH- to give him a bond of indemnity for £3,000 - refused - and whenever the coal is again to dispose SH- promised Holt a chance for it - the R-s all low about it - Holt does not think much of their colliery now - have very little of this own coal to get - mine pulled at this new pit (to be called Walkerpit in compliment to A-) will make at 8d. a load a great deal more than R-‘s sold in the town at 9d. -  Jeremiah R- wanted Holt to speak to me about their buying the Shibden coal but he, Holt, declined - I can get all the coal above Dove houses out at this Walker pit - Mrs. Machins’ coal cannot be got now that SH-‘s coal is unsold - would have me get it at £10 per D.W. if I can - but not worth more - told him to get to know all he could (without say anything) about the Sutherland coal in Rooke’s land - the man who was to have had £20 from R- for advising SH to sell his coal is not now to have the money, so will tell H- (for he knows) all about the Rookesland coal - H- to let me know too the value of the Hawkins coal - and to get me (willing to pay for it) a general plan of the coal strata in this neighbourhood - said I suspected Stocks was doing his best to get a loose in upper brea land - H- to look after this - I would give as much for upper brea (I thought) as anybody else - Stocks would beat James Norris at longheadedness - H- to be on the look-out - to call again by and by -  went to my father and Marian – above an hour with them – told Marian what had passed  she said she had not determined on making Mr Abbot did not know that she should do it told Marian I would give her £20 for the view of Shibden dale by Mr Horner if she liked to which she consented and handsomely offered to let me have it for £10 as I could get him to copy it for that price – or said she would leave it in the house and take nothing – of course I declined this – then out with the masons and Charles and James H- till their dinner at 1 25 and sauntering about for 10 minutes afterwards – then wrote the above of today till 1 55 had Pickells – to begin moving wall in his long field for road to Mark Town’s land at 7/ a rood – out at 2 25 to meet A- not at Lidgate – at Cliff hill at 3 5 to 3 25 – A- not there – back to Lidgate to Lightcliffe church – peeped in at windows – she was not there –

SH:7/ML/E/17/0097

(she was to take old Washington and go and see about the pews) in passing Lidgate  saw little Susan, and A- not there – fancied I had missed her – took shelter at Hardcastle’s for a few minutes – home at 4 ½ - rainy for some time after – heated and uneasy at finding A- not returned – with Charles H- still at the blue room chimney piece -  A- safe back about 5 ½ not much or rather very little wet – dinner at 6 – coffee – had Marian sometime – read from  p.132 to 153 vol. 1 Niebuhr’s Rome - then played and lost 3 hits - ½ hour (till 10 ¼) with my aunt - fine but very windy till about 4 pm then rain - finish about 6 pm and wind lower - F51° at 10 20 pm and fair (rain very recently) and wind gone down - raining heavily at 10 25 pm.

[loregoddess]

@seanorib this is honestly all the motivation I need to make a very long post about character designs, I'm including dads who got designs from Houses as well bc damn if I don't have opinions on those too (cut for length):

Fathers of the Black Eagles:

Ionius IX: This is what I picture when I hear "revenant" pronounced in its native French, this guy looks like a zombie but like, a fancy zombie, a revenant. His design sparked an entire theory post about the Agarthans and their blood experiments on Lysithea and Edelgard and it was fantastic, if I ever unearth it from the hell of my drafts I will reblog it bc it was a great theory post, and made me appreciate this fucker's design while giving me a reason to want to set him on fire aside from "I don't like his vibes". Looks like he could be related to Edelgard, so props there.

A+ design, but potentially an F in being a dad.

Ludwig: Looks more like a greedy rich merchant than a corrupt duke, full outfit wasn't included here but it should be way more opulent and decadent than it is. I hate that pathetic excuse of a mustache and will set it aflame myself if someone else doesn't beat me to it. Design loses points bc his outfit is red and he's a redhead, I cannot stress enough how much better blue or green or even purple would have worked with his hair. Does NOT look like he's related to Ferdinand in the slightest, outside of hair and eye color.

C- design, F in being a dad.

Leopold: Looks like a Tekken character, he has the Mishima eyebrows, even that goofy armor wouldn't be out of place in Tekken, I am not convinced he didn't get lost on his way to Tekken. Also he's short, I cannot stress how short this guy looks in cutscenes. Armor's a bit goofy, but he looks like a wise warrior who has seen many, many battles, and somehow despite not looking too much like Caspar, I can buy him being Caspar's dad bc he's so fucking short.

A+ design but only bc I like Tekken, A in being a dad so far as I can tell but I'm not to the end of Scarlet Blaze yet.

Waldemar: As covered in my previous post, this guy looks like an undead toad, or undead Muppet, whichever. I haven't even been able to pay attention to his characterization or the rest of his design bc his face is so weird looking that I get stuck on that. Props for not having round glasses I guess. Doesn't look related to Linhardt outside of the hair color, I think Fodlan's genetics run on the same logic as Awakening and Fates genetics.

?? design bc it's horrid but also hilarious, ?? in being a dad bc again, I just haven't seen enough of him to know.

Gregoire: Looks like a dad (derogatory). One of the most dad-looking dads in this game, but his portrait here has the sinister undertones that I can only describe as dad (derogatory). He's a coward in-game though, I have no idea how this spineless wet rag managed to traumatize Bernadetta so badly. His mustache somehow works despite being the exact same as Ludwig's, but the Elvis hairdo is unnerving. Does kinda look related to Bernadetta though.

B design, F- in being a dad and also a person.

Volkhard: Not a dad, but an uncle, so close enough. Looks like a vampire. Major vampire energy. I know he's dead and it's someone else wearing his skin in both games, but this dude has so much vampire going on that he might as well have lost on his way to a Castlevania ripoff (does not have quite the same vampire energy as an Ayame Kojima vampire).

A+ design, ?? in being a person bc again, this guy is actually basically undead.

Fathers of the Blue Lions:

Lambert: I hate this man's excuse of a beard so much. The rest of his design is Fine, he's got a generic blond fantasy king look but it's not a bad generic look, but that beard has to go. He looks related to Dimitri so, props again.

A- design, ?? in being a dad bc being dead makes parenting very hard.

Rufus: Not a dad, uncle again, but can you believe this fucker is related to Lambert? He looks like if you mixed the words "revenant" and a "draugr", and he looks even more undead as a fully animated 3D model. Are his bangs gelled back or is that supposed to be stylized long hair swept back? Who allowed him to choose that beard shape? Why is his armor so boring if he's trying to wrest the throne from Dimitri by force, you're royalty get some fancy fucking armor.

C design, F in being a person.

Rodrigue: I surprisingly don't have complaints about his design. The facial hair's a bit weird, but considering some of the other offenders, I'm letting it slide. Surprisingly looks related to Felix.

A+ design, B+ in being a dad.

Lonato: Dad by proxy. This is one of the most "is a knight" looking knight characters in either game. Fantastic mustache, the rest of the design is fine, a bit generic for the armor, but fine otherwise.

A design, D+ in being a dad (SB might, weirdly enough, raise that score).

Mattias: That's just some guy. That is literally the most "just some guy"-looking design I have ever seen in my life. He's just...a generic guy, he doesn't even have dad-energy, he doesn't even have dude-energy, what am I supposed to do with someone this generic? I guess props for having an interesting nose shape, but considering how many characters suffer same-nose syndrome in this game the bar for that isn't hard to pass. Does look related to Miklan, does not look related to Sylvain which makes me wonder what each of their mothers looked like.

C design, C- in being a dad but only barely above a D+.

Gustave/Gilbert: If you took a "is a knight, looks like a generic knight" approach and crossed it with a "looks like a wet mop" approach to a character design, I think this would be it. The orange accents are a weird choice, re: my rant on Ludwig. Does kinda look related to Annette, but I'm assuming she took after her mom.

B+ design, C in being a dad.

Father...of the Golden Deer:

Erwin: Somehow--SOMEHOW--fits all my mental assumptions and biases for "crafty duke who takes being a noble too seriously and imparted that anxiety onto his son and heir". Looks like a duke, looks like he's related to Lorenz, even his armor which is kinda generic is so purple that I can't assume it belongs to anyone but a noble. I hate the purple-on-purple look the armor and his hair have going on, but the excessive purple does evoke a sense of regality even if it's too much purple (I'll save my rant for purple-hair characters and their disaster outfit's for another post, bc there isn't a single purple-haired character in all of Fodlan who gets a good outfit color palette). The weird little diadem thing is an odd addition, but this is the most "dad who looks both related to his child(ren) and looks to fit the role he is assigned on the game" design of any of the dads.

A+ design, uh...B+ in being a dad bc he wasn't actually as bad as I was expecting him to be.

Bonus Round:

Jeralt: I haven't forgiven his design ever since I first drew his hair. It's fine actually, even the color palette isn't technically bad, but I hate everything about his hair and his beard, they're so fucking hard to draw . Looks like a mercenary though, so props, does not look related to Byleth but we actually do get a design for their mom and Byleth does take after the mom, which leads me to believe that all the moms are gorgeous and that's why IntSys decided we couldn't have them.

A- design bc it's fine technically, B in being a dad.

Alois: Technically a dad even if we never get to see his family and the Hopes writers entirely forgot about his family. I have no complaints about his design, not even his mustache, this is a decent design. This is also the best armor design on this entire post, in fact this is the ONLY good armor design on this post.

A+ design, ?? in being a dad bc the writers love to not tell us anything.

Seteth: Dad who's status as a dad is the worst-kept secret in Fodlan. The only design with an unnatural hair color that has an outfit that doesn't completely clash with said unnatural hair color. His hair looks better on the model than in the portrait image. I still hate whatever is going on with those sleeves. Can you imagine going into battle wearing that? All the sweat is gonna show through that white. Mixed feelings about the beard. Looks like he could be related to Flayn but mostly bc of the green hair.

A design, A- being a dad.

#I spent too much time writing this but I love nothing more than silly rants about character designs #oracle of lore

[mirageofthecrystal]

Delving back into Faiolan's past, some little questions about his time in Ul'dah.

As he was in exile did Faiolan do anything to disguise his identity, such as adopting a "stage name" for his role as a gladiator? Or was he confident that the inward-looking Holy See would have no interest or influence when it came to events in a corrupt desert kingdom countless malms from their borders?

Regardless of any attempts he may have made to disguise his true origins, presumably an Ishgardian elezen of noble bearing would have rather stood out amongst the ragged refugees populating the camps around Ul'dah? Especially given his willingness to challenge troublemakers and even stand up to oppressive Brass Blades. How was he viewed by the other refugees? Did any of them press him for his story, or were they too intimidated by this stern and intimidating figure to question him around the campfire?

From where did he obtain the additional food rations and resources which he shared with the more vulnerable refugees? Was this a surplus he received from his generous and appreciative (ahem) patrons or did he find other means to acquire them?

Was his motivation purely altruistic? Or was there an element of self-interest in his actions? Perhaps a desire to generate loyalty or merely to assert that, although he might be indentured into servitude on the sands of the arena, he remained master of his own fate outside of them?

And finally how did his experiences in Ul'dah change him? Was he forced to reconsider any previous assumptions? Did his experience of life as both noble and pauper alter his attitude towards class or social divisions? Or was he simply disheartened to find other lands as corrupt and unjust as his homeland?

I'm quite embarrassed to say I didn't think too much on the concealment of his identity. And while I think it unlikely that the Holy See would hunt him all the way to Ul'dah, and those who invested in him as a fighter in the coliseum would be unlikely to allow such interference, I think it's worth considering a slight retcon into exactly how he presented himself. Ultimately, I think the backstory of 'fallen noble of icy Ishgard, come to claim glory and riches to one day regain all that he's lost' would fit in right at home with some of the crazy narratives attached to gladiators and the like. They've all got colorful names and colorful tales, and I'm sure Faiolan would have not only adopted one of these false names, but his patrons would have embellished the very basics of his backstory to make it far more fanciful in order to inspire crowd interest. At the very least, in interactions with others outside the coliseum, he abandoned his house name, and only presented his full name on rare occasions.

At first, the other refugees were filled with mistrust. Not only because of rumors that Faiolan came from noble stock, but because of the isolationist policies of Ishgard meaning that in some way, their absence from Carteneau played a hand in fracturing Eorzea and plunging so many into destitution. It's one of those 'find somewhere to place the blame' scenarios where ultimately it doesn't make much sense, but the people need somewhere to direct their ire. Very few people spoke to him, even fewer made him feel welcome, and when he began fighting in the coliseum, even more were jealous that someone would be willing to risk gil to place him upon the stage of battle. They assumed he was flush with coins and was simply leeching off the refugees for everything they had, as a greedy little lordling would. He changed their minds, eventually, through his deeds if not his words.

The gil that he won from his fights, paltry as it was compared to the winnings of his patrons, he used to buy necessities for himself first, maintaining his equipment second, and the excess would go to feeding his fellow man. He often worked side-jobs, escorting caravans, intimidating merchants for other merchants, exterminating pests, anything he could do by his blade to drum up extra gil. He resorted to stealing on occasion as well, when he could get away with it, though he only stole from those whom he knew wouldn't miss a parcel of meat here and a few vials of medicine there. His patrons certainly did not compensate him generously, as they felt they were protecting him from execution at the hand of the Holy See and therefore should be paid for that service. They were vile, manipulative, and everything we've come to expect from the upper crust of Ul'dah. It also helped that from his time serving in the military back in Ishgard, he knew how to make a small amount of resources go a long way, especially when it came to the art of cooking. Faiolan is a bit of a culinarian, after all, and gained most of his trust from the refugees through a sort of 'soup kitchen' effort where he stretched out rations and filled their bellies with the best they could accomplish with the scant little they had.

Faiolan was never one to cling to his nobility. He would have preferred a life without all that obligation, where he could have sought out a life of adventure and excitement. But since that was not to be, Faiolan accepted his lot in life. Luckily for him, his beloved mentor and uncle was a man of extreme compassion and kindness, and truly believed in the plight of the lesser man. From him, Faiolan learned of the deep class divide in Ishgard, and they'd often walk the Brume together with Uncle Artemoux hearing the ails of the people. It was by his spear and those of his comrades that Ishgard was protected from the dragons, and people looked up to him. He'd buy them rounds of drink and hot meals at the Forgotten Knight, distribute blankets for the coldest of nights, and was truly a force for good. And even Faiolan's house, suffering in reputation compared to others, were a house of uplifting the people. They constantly reached out and performed charitable functions, seeing as the lady of the House had once been nothing more than a servant of nobles before her love swept her out of a life of servitude.

All of that is to establish Faiolan's desire to aid the downtrodden and the unfortunate, those whom he'd sworn to protect as a knight and that he could do some small services for even now as nothing, as nobody. His actions were entirely altruistic, simply wanting to give these people around him a better lot in life in any way that he could. He had no grand designs, no desire to show his masters that he still retained some power or piece of his old life. He did good for the sake of good, not for reward or recognition.

Faiolan never TRULY understood how the people of the Brume lived, despite seeing them live their lives of destitution. Being a refugee revealed to him their pains clearer than anything ever could. He learned the true ways of the world, how vileness and corruption reach long and far, and that in every land there are those who suffer for it. He learned stories from the refugees of how the Garleans had taken their homes, or how the destruction wrought by Dalamud's fall had robbed them of their livelihood. Faiolan gleaned the true face of Eorzea, and knew that Ishgard was no different than Ul'dah, or any other city-state, no matter how much they wished to set themselves as better than their contemporaries. It also bred in him the ability to do what needed to be done, something that was always only a whisper before becoming a roar. He was hardened in his heart, learned ruthlessness and cruelty for his enemies in the same time that compassion for his allies bloomed. It cast away preconceived notions of how the world existed, and ultimately set him upon a path of recklessness and darkness. It was in those days, crushed beneath the heel of Ul'dah's rich and powerful, that he first began to feel the whispering of a voice in his ear, though he would not understand its words until much, much later.

Thank you @mimble-sparklepudding, for yet another wonderful ask.

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