#they're very responsible and composed even as a child

[variantia]

BELLUM.   also I find it absolutely hilarious that Chara refers to Frisk, Asriel, and Flowey as “the little ones”

the biggest age gap between them (if you don’t count Flowey’s age being kinda weird anyway) is two years

Asriel is 8, Frisk is 9, and Chara is 10

CHILD YOU ARE ONLY A YEAR OLDER THAN YOUR SECOND OLDEST YOUNGER SIBLING

IF THEY’RE “LITTLE” SO ARE YOU

SIT YOUR ASS DOWN KID

#is that a fucking gremlin ?? ( OOC. ) #(( I will say tho there is a world of difference in how the kids express their maturity #so yeah outwardly Chara IS the most mature of them all #they're very responsible and composed even as a child #whereas Frisk is a bit wild and excitable even tho they still carry some heavy things from their adventure #as Asriel is incredibly shy (as opposed to Chara simply being reserved) and cries easily and has Bad Memories from being Flowey #and Flowey is ............. /Flowey/ #so yeah sure Chara is the most mature #but never let them forget that they are only TWO YEARS OLDER than the youngest Asriel #never let them forget that even though their trauma forced them to grow up too fast THEY ARE STILL A CHILD. #they have been alive for all of a fucking DECADE they are A BABY #and sometimes they really do need the reminder that they're A KID and not the tiny adult they try to act like ))

[astraltrickster]

Periodic reminder that you are not immune to reactionary radicalization through fandom.

We all know the "jokes" about how old bronies either came out as queer or became fascists - except they're not really jokes, and a lot of the queer ones admit to having been in the pipeline before they came out (some in a way that implies they never totally got out of said pipeline and don't understand the gravity of it),

GamerGate was an entire right-wing reactionary movement that was - and this is not hyperbole - partially responsible for turning fascism into a "legitimate" position by the American Overton window, composed entirely of people who feared losing their fan spaces,

We've had terfs right here on tumblr dot com BRAGGING about how useful fandom is as a recruiting space,

TJLC was a big pipeline for acephobia on this hellsite in particular, when people argued that headcanoning Sherlock as ace was inherently homophobic because it was denying a TOTALLY GONNA BE CANON (while the creators were promising that it wasn't going to be canon) gay pairing, and puritanical, and just HAVING that headcanon was saying that people COULDN'T ship Johnlock, all in the interest of a "fake" sexuality and "pretending to be oppressed" and oh whoops there you went,

We see people who all but center their fandom activity and identities around figuring out which people in predominantly queer fandom spaces are SECRETLY PEDOPHILES AND GROOMERS, acting consciously or otherwise under the assumption that predominantly queer fandom spaces are just massively infested with them in a way that other spaces are not for SOME reason, who twist the definition of "pedophilia" in these spaces until it covers shipping a 17-year old fictional character with an 18-year old fictional character, or a 30-year old with a 45-year old, or including an autistic character in a ship, and drawing two 17-year old characters kissing constitutes "child porn", and who unironically say we should bring back the Hays Code and Censorship Is Good Actually And Our Problem Is We Don't Do It Enough and this often becomes a pipeline to "sex ed is child abuse; people shouldn't even know what sex is until they turn 18; you need my consent to wear certain outfits in public if I see them as sexually charged, and Pride SHOULD be an assimilationist sideshow for our corporate overlords family-friendly party with no sadness or anger or ESPECIALLY acknowledgement of sex allowed",

We've seen otherwise progressive people defend literal hate symbols in fanart when pushback against the above brand of reactionaries gets corrupted into zero-nuance "it's us vs. them so anything they don't like is Good",

Even outside of those examples some of the most vicious, unapologetic, blatant queerphobic abuse I've seen in recent years hasn't come from right-wingers but from LGBT+ people, dressing their deep, violent, seething hatred for queer people who aren't exactly like them in a thin veneer of progressive language, who have become so convinced that they're the main character of the fucking universe that they think writing or enjoying a queer story that doesn't resonate with them is more queerphobic than sending a queer person who writes or enjoys such a story countless rape and death threats and denying their identity,

We've seen these examples again and again and again, and we keep seeing it again and again and again, so I am once again on my knees BEGGING people to recognize that this is not Something That Happens To Other, BAD People, or Something That Happens To People In BAD Fandoms, or Something That Happens To People On The OTHER Side Of Perennial Drama; this is something that CAN happen to you.

These things are the result of the fact that fandom is, by nature, a place of heightened emotion and if you don't know what to look out for that is very exploitable; you need to know the methods people use to do this, simply Being In The Right Fandoms or Liking The Right Ships is not enough.

So, if you see someone trying to convince you that you have the ONLY valid approach to any specific character, or ship, or show, or whatever, that your ship is activism and your fanfics are praxis, and liking something else or liking the same thing differently is Only For Bad People, that is the single biggest red flag that YOU NEED TO RUN, THEY'RE TRYING TO SELL YOU SOMETHING THAT YOU DO NOT WANT

#fandom #radicalization by fandom #serious tag #keeping the property values down #<- aka my tag for 'i doubt this will circulate but i dont want people who will get involved in this shit on my blog' #though i wont be mad if it does circulate because people need to realize this

[spotlightlowlife]

ep 5 Hazbin the best so far

It moved the story along quick, which was needed.

We meet Lucifer and he is exactly what is to be expected of a character who is here to be powerful but liked. He's he's awkward, silly, cute, depressed, defeated, not responsible for a major issue because it's someone else's fault but come on, he is so. He also validates the 'Chalie follows in her parents footsteps bad turn' by being so much like Charlie only seasoned, competent and fed up.

Still, he's likeable non the less.

Charlie was outclassed, no surprise there but I actually forgot what it was she wanted until her dad chose to give her exactly what it was. Charlie's 'daddy issues' were weak and I'm grearful for that, there relationship going from not really existing to great all hinged on 'daddy gimme what I want, you love me don't cha?' which quite frankly fits at this point, she's rather silly.

Charlie referring to the sinners as 'her people' fits too, she comes across as a pampered rich kid, specifically a celebrity's child, who wants others with much less to know they're cool and down for everyone, their angst is generally their boredom, guilt and fear of being judged unfairly, they assimilate their frustration into the frustration of those they watch who tend to have a lot to worry about. This felt like a bit of progress for her character, looks like we just need to meet Lilith next for Charlie to truly blossom.

Mimzy was fun, she told us a little about herself and her life back when she lived, she let us know of her history with Alastor along with a bit of his backstory. She bought trouble for Alastor to flex on, still she held her own very well, pity she was just passing by and is no longer welcome.

Alastor showed that he isn't composed all the time and can be needlessly reactive and does enjoy getting his hands dirty. He also quickly inserted himself between Lucifer and Charlie to mark some territory and showcase just how ambitious, ruthless and competitive he is.

It is a shame that two women were used to contribute to mens stories, especially when the woman with the least charisma happens to be the leading character who barely has a story of her own, but even so, as much as Alastor 'missing 7 years like Lilith, Charlie's new daddy and Lucifer's have a go rival' shoehorned his way to spotlight, it was interfering troublemaker Mimzy who stole the show for me, and Lucifer who revealed that he still works with angels and told us a little about heaven, which he has access to.

There are some pacing issues, all that happens in ep 5 could have happend earlier imo (maybe prior to the board meeting featuring all those characters we didn't know), giving us some Charlie content and progress, an explanation for a lot of her absence because heaven has to be a big place? A number of the subplots could have took place in the same meantime.

Still, best of the series, things atleast picked up, went somewhere and remembered the source material. No thanks to any lead character.

This post has been in the backburner for a whole day and wow there are still no gifs for this episode, I thought this show was popular?

#hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel mimzy #hazbin hotel alastor #helluva boss critique #hazbin hotel review #hazbin hotel critical

[fleetn-crab85]

Idea: The Celestial Toymaker has other "celestial" siblings that are also art/performance related. These are all my own thoughts, so... do what you want with it!

I'll explain more under the cut (WARNINGS for possible blood/gore)

So my idea is that the Toymaker has like 5 siblings that are all different artsy careers

The eldest sibling I call The Poet or The Writer (if we stick to the -er ending with all the names). They keep every thing alive by writing in their version of the Book of Life. They write poetry, short stories, or other forms of prose about whatever they want to keep alive. If The Poet deems you unworthy of living, they will erase your poem. I imagine it being like a literal eraser goes through the person's body, leaving whatever hasn't been erased falling below what's gone. I feel like they wouldn't have much of a domain like the Toymaker, but more of a small, cluttered work space. I imagine them being very reserved, cold, and shy compared to the Toymaker. They have the most responsibility out of the family because of the book, so they're very much no-nonsense and prefer to be alone.

The second eldest I call The Artist or The Painter. They're a lot more chaotic than The Poet, but they still are absorbed by their work. I imagine they have a large studio with every color of paint always available to them. They see visions of different points in time: whether that's key moments in a planet's history or even the death of the universe. Their burden is to create, and so they do. Because of this burden, they have been driven to madness. Their paintings are wild and chaotic, normally having no central focus and being very cryptic. However, The Artist's earlier works were very straightforward, emulating Expressionism-style paintings. Eventually, their visions became too wild and confusing, so their paintings reflected that. Now, The Artist is very irritable and neurotic. If you so happen to cross their path, you're most likely not going to make it out alive. They will see you as a threat to their art, and probably use your blood for paint.

The middle child I call The Musician or The Composer. They don't have a role, unlike the older siblings, and act very similarly to the Toymaker. Their domain is a concert hall, of course, with a little puppet orchestra and audience. Obviously, they create music. Sometimes they give their arrangements to their siblings, but most of the time The Composer is adding onto their "unfinished symphony". This symphony, unfortunately, will remain unfinished until the end of time itself. So, The Composer has resorted to stealing real musicians outside of their domain to add to their orchestra. They are searching for a person who could end their symphony. I feel like The Composer would be very nice at first, they would try to compliment your achievements or other pleasantries. But like the Toymaker, when the mask comes off, The Composer is ruthless and resentful. They will stop at nothing until you join the band.

The second youngest child, to me, is the Toymaker or The Actor. We already know what he's like so I'm not going to spend my time explaining it :)

The youngest child I call the Designer or the Architect, mostly because their work is electronic (like a graphic designer). I imagine they don't spend a lot of time in their domain and spend it pretending to be human with the Toymaker and the Composer. Then what would their domain be? Well I imagine it to be a child's bedroom! They're the youngest of course so why wouldn't it be a child's bedroom. it has a small, chunky computer at a desk where they used to do their work. Now, the Designer spend their time adding life to our world. They can design some pretty nice things, like buildings, clothes, even plants or animals. I feel like they would be the least evil out of the five, since they're the youngest, they haven't discovered their "purpose" yet. The most evil thing they've considered doing is trapping some billionaires in a computer, but that's about it.

If you made it this far down the list, thanks for reading! Feel free to comment with your ideas or opinions about this!

#doctor who #the toymaker #once again these are all my personal thoughts #so take it with a grain of salt #but I had to get this idea out there #long post #crab’s blabbering

[funficwriter]

Some random lore for Tartaglia x Recruit!Reader AU

Hellooooo, my lovely readers. First of all, I'm so sorry for the long absence, college is whopping my butt. Yesterday, I tried to find comfort in thinking about one of my favorite AUs (gee I wonder what it could be) and thought up some random lore!!

If you remember my first full fic, "An Attempt to Escape", I mentioned an oath more than once. What would it look like if it was a little more fleshed out? Who gets to recite it?

We don't know much about the Fatui's system, so here's how I imagined it: Each two seasons or so, a new cadet class is taken. It takes a while to graduate them, because the organization is very strict on their quality. Simply put, the Fatui are the best. In order to keep it that way, the recruits must be the best.

You see, most of the cadets graduate as typical recruits; They are managed by middle-ranked captains, they do usual patrols and the like. Some may be less keen on fighting, instead immediately graduating as diplomats. As we know, they're very useful to the Fatui, and there's actually a shortage of them (I HC Pantalone graduated like this), because you have to be super persuasive and charming, enough to make up for the lack in other skills. It could even call for a talent that you either have or you don't. This is already seen as prestigious, but another type reigns over.

This is the rarest, but every few cycles or so, a couple of very exceptional cadets make it to the Harbinger legions. They'd have to be crazy good at being at what they do for a sliver of such a chance. These squadrons are generally composed of experienced recruits, who probably spent years sacrificing their blood, sweat, and tears to be there. It's no joke of a position. To graduate into one of those is the ultimate honor and responsibility, and usually a sign that the recruit will score something huge for the Fatui, and by extension, Schneznaya as a whole.

You, for example, were personally handpicked by Childe, who kinda likes the cadets. Not in any way that he'd recruit them more, mind you. He thinks they're cute in a sense of reminding him of his cadet days. He, too, was remarked for his talents early on. Perhaps that is part of the reason he kept an eye on you during your cadet days. Talent knows talent.

These special cadets attend an additional ceremony to pledge their loyalty to the Harbinger in question, which happens immediately after graduation. Oops, you're gonna miss some partying.

This takes place in a designated courtroom. Present are higher ranking officers and the Harbingers, but Tartaglia is in the middle of the room, with Pulcinella who generally officiates it. The small table holds your badge, each legion having a different one. There's rumor of the Tsaritsa watching from some hidden corner, maybe somewhere up high, but it doesn't have enough proof to be fact.

Your future Lord hides it well, but he's excited, too. You're so adorable and useful, a dangerous double combo.

After Pulcinella introducing you, dare I say, praising the prodigy, you walk in to claps, hardened smiles as if saying: "Good job, kid.". You make your way to them and raise your right hand. Your left one is on the table, and Lord Tartaglia puts his on top of yours. This is supposed to symbolize hierarchy and the new leader-recruit bond; Though he's higher in rank, you're needed. You're important.

This is gonna sound unofficial, but there's rumor of you avoiding Lord Tartaglia's look at first, because you got bashful. Whether that be due to his looks or status...

Pulcinella asks you to recite your loyalty oath. Here's how it goes:

I will remember this winter night as my coming-of-age. I am no longer a cadet child, but a Fatui recruit. And I am not just a recruit, but one honored to be in Lord Tartaglia's legion. So here I make a promise to him, the Tsaritsa and Schneznaya.

I will heed his orders, even at my own risk. I will place him above all but the Tsaritsa herself. I will fight until my hands are bloody raw, persuade until I have used all human language, if that is what he wishes to see.

I swear, upon my Fatui-granted prowess, honor and that of my future legion: I will serve my Harbinger Lord beyond my capabilities. He will be my leader, my priority, my calling and I will be his finest tool as he sees fit for the Tsaritsa's will.

It took a lot not to shiver or say a word wrong. As more claps emerge through the room, adrenaline pumps into you. You're important because you're exceptional.

Pulcinella shakes your hand and steps aside for Tartaglia. He takes the new badge and pins in on your top, close to the heart as per tradition (of course, you can change its placement later). Something tells you he's enjoying this part; For one, you're supposed to look at him now. You also felt the heat on your cheeks, meaning he can clearly see it.

No one else can hear it but you, and maybe Pulcinella if he has good ears, but he chuckles and whispers: "Congrats, cutie.".

Don't blush challenge, level impossible.

When the badge is finally fastened, you salute and more claps emerge. You can't help the huge smile on your face, but your instructor told you it's okay during the rehearsal. A good sign, even.

Speaking of the badge, I HC that Tartaglia's has a whale on it. It's designed in a very sleek way; This shade of blue doesn't clash with your clothes and shines just right. Enough to make itself seen, not so much that it's tacky.

Your Lord will be VERY insistent that it's visible. Most recruits wear it close to the heart, some on their hip like a vision... He doesn't care about where in specific, as long as it's on your person, so it's clear who you belong to. There was one time he was complaining and exasperatedly said: "He could wear it on his ass for all I care, just do it!". You laughed a lot once the meeting was over.

There was one time you showed up without the badge. You love wearing it, really, but you woke up late and got ready in a rush. That evening, he was a little ominous about it:

"Loyalty is the most important thing to me, as a Harbinger and as a man. Especially when it's sworn. I expect it out of the best of my officers."

"Ah, you mean the badge. I'm so sorry, my Lord! I woke up late and was rushed-".

"I know you wouldn't do it on purpose. It's okay. It happens, sweetie. Just make sure this is the last time. Wouldn't want anyone forgetting to whom you've sworn yourself."

#childe x reader #genshin impact brainrot #random fic #genshin au #tartaglia x reader #fatui childe #fatui harbingers

[the-redhead-in-a-dress]

SNW Drabbles (PikeUna)

Just something that's been in my notes app for months and I've never done anything with. I think my idea behind this originally was La'an had turned little in an accident and Chris and Una looked after her before they could turn her back to her regular self. And that this experience made them realize that perhaps having another little one of their own wouldn't be too bad...

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Christine was ever the professional when one afternoon the Captain came for his bi-yearly physical looking more hesitant than his usual confident self. She had thought nothing of it at first, thinking he was just a little embarrassed that she'd be the one doing his examination. Usually, MBenga covered the Captain's physical but sickbay had been swamped with an unusually high caseload of a rare Andorian flu and he was flat out covering all the patients. So Christine had offered to cover his scheduled check ups for the week.

It was only at the end of the exam in which the topic of his sexual health came up that the Captain's nervousness was explained. She had to have similar conversations about sex with over half the crew multiple times a year, often with many she considered personal friends as well as colleagues. So the nervousness positively radiating from Chris as he sat on the biobed didn't phase her in the slightest, right up until the point in which he mentioned that he would be declining the birth control shots he'd been receiving since he was 16 years old. That was interesting.

She buried her head in the PADD to tick the decline box next to birth control, desperately trying to keep a composed expression before looking up to meet the Captain's eyes.

“This is going to be awkward Sir.” Christine said. “But I need to ask, are you sure about this? The consequences, have you discussed this with your sexual partners.” 

“Partner” Chris clarified with a chuckle. “And yes, we are both fully aware of the consequences that come with coming off of birth control, that was, uh, kind of the point.” Chris’ face turned red as he tried to explain to Nurse Chapel without stuttering.

“I wish you luck Sir. You and Number One will make very cute babies.” She said nonchalantly as she wrote a note in his file on the PADD she was holding.

“I uh didn’t say who.” Chris' face slackened at the mention of Una. They'd been trying to keep their relationship on the down low, and their recent decision to try for a baby was definitely not something they wanted to advertise yet. They were both fully aware their ages meant that their chances of procreating weren't guaranteed, but they had agreed about giving it a go and seeing if it worked out. Their recent experiences with La'an as a toddler had been the spark behind their rather unexpected decision. The experience of caring for her together had led to both of them realizing that the presence of a small child in their lives was something that they actively enjoyed, and now missed now that La'an was back to her usual self.

It had been scary trying to broach the topic with Una, having known her stance on children since they were in their early 20s, they're cute but not something for me. However, halfway through his ramblings Una had cut him off and actually asked him whether he wanted to have a baby with her. He had not so articulately stuttered a yes in response and then they had stood in his kitchen grinning at each other like idiots for several full minutes.

Even the thought of it now, a baby, a Chin-Riley and Pike baby, brought a wide smile to his lips and they hadn't even really started the process yet. Although there had been lots of practice already, because they'd never want anybody to accuse them for being underprepared for anything, in any facet of their lives, professional or personal.

“Firstly, it’s obvious the way you look at her," Christine couldn't help but a grin escape her lips as she responded to the Captain's comment. "Secondly I think La’an will literally kill you if you have a baby with anybody that isn’t Una. And thirdly, I already had to have this conversation with Number One last week and nobody else on this ship except from her has come to let me know they’re willing to procreate anytime soon." 

“Ah, okay."

Not to embarrass him further, Christine turned away from the Captain and moved towards the matter synthesizer in the corner. She played with the settings for a moment before replicating a few vials of what she needed. As she handed them to him she noticed his hands were slippery with sweat.

“You might want to take these supplements every morning, to increase sperm production. I’ve already started Una on something similar to increase her chances of ovulation.” 

“Okay, thank you.” He said awkwardly, hopping off of the biobed in the private exam room.

“Good luck Sir,"

The Captain nodded at her and thanked her for her time and help, before quickly escaping out of sickbay.

Christine shook her head as she watched him leave. Did she just wish one of commanding officers luck in having sex with her other commanding officer? This ship was weird. 

#SNW drabbles #ST SNW #Poor Nurse Christine #pikeuna #PikeOne #Drabbles #I tidied this up in a hurry so let me know if there's any glaring mistakes #might upload to ao3 at some point #Future Captain!Dad and Momber One #Christine Chapel and Christopher Pike

[darkleysgarden]

Obey Me 25 Days of Ficmas Day 7: Christmas Party

Pair: Raphael and Levi

Credit: Raphael Pokémon headcanon came from @note-katha (Also the reason why I enjoy Levi and Raphael together sm)

Levi sat in the corner of the raging party awkwardly curled in on himself.

He looked around as people walked passed by, all laughing, dancing, and having fun.

He could never have that much fun at a place as crowded and loud as this. It was too overwhelming. People were everywhere, surrounding him.

His skin crawled as the noise grew louder and louder. People would glance over at him sitting there alone. He was pitiful.

Amongst the party-goers he noticed two people that he recognized. Simeon walked closely to Raphael, a concerned look on his face. Raphael was holding himself, tears present in his eyes.

They were conversating, Levi could hear Simeon talking, "We can go home if you'd like. I know parties are hard for you."

Envy. Lucifer never let's him go home. He knows about his sensory issues, yet he forces him to stay until the end. Diavolo's parties are a necessity. And this was, of course, Diavolo's party.

Raphael's response was quieter, "I can sit here. It's okay. I wouldn't want you three to be forced to leave because of me. I mean, Solomon and Asmo are having a really nice time. And Luk-"

"I get it," Simeon replied, "But, they'd gladly drop all that for you."

Raphael stays silent for a moment, "It's fine. I'll just sit. Go find Barbatos. Have fun."

Simeon seemed as if he didn't want to accept it, yet he did anyway, "Okay, we won't stay too much longer."

Simeon walked away. Raphael sighed, moving to sit a little bit down from where Levi sat.

As if he's trying to compose himself, Raphael took a few deep breaths. His eyes were squeezed shut, arms wrapped tightly around himself.

After those couple breaths, Raphael looked up, glancing around, eyes eventually landing on Levi, "Oh, hello Levi. Didn't notice you."

Levi raised his hand slightly in a small wave. They both awkwardly smiled at each other.

Levi hated small talk, yet he did it anyway, "So, you hate parties too?"

"Overwhelming," Raphael replied shortly.

"Yeah," He fidgeted with his fingers, "They are for me too."

A silence spread among them. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable.

Raphael pulled out his D.D.D, doing something on it.

Levi scooted closer to him, "What are you doing?"

Raphael smiled, showing him his phone screen. The angel swiped the Poké Ball, catching a Pokémon.

"You like Pokémon?" Levi questioned, curious about Raphael's interests. He wouldn't have assumed that Raphael would enjoy Pokémon. Or any other modern media for that matter. Yet, here he was.

"I think they're really cute," He smiled wider, obviously happy to get the chance to talk about his interests, "Plus, they're very interesting to learn about."

"You think all of them are cute?" Levi questioned, "Even ones like Weepinbell or Vigoroth?"

"Umm," Raphael looked into Levi's eyes, "Okay, I don't know about that. They aren't that ugly...."

"They are,' Levi countered.

"What about you?" Raphael asked, Levi humming in confusion, "What things do you like?"

Levi tried to hold in the extremely wide smile that overtook his face, "I have a lot of things that I love! There's The Tale of the Seven Lord's, The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon's Girl, and there's so many other animes that I enjoy! It'd take forever to list them all, though."

"I know TSL," Raphael was actually engaged with his words, "Though, what about the Ruri Hana one? I feel like I've heard you mention it before, yet I know nothing of it."

Raphael actually listened and cared to know more. Something about that made him ecstatic, "So, Ruri-chan is this demon who moves to the human world, right? And she looses her magical powers in doing so! This turns her into the young girl that everybody knows her by! Her original demon form, and I'm gonna sound like Asmo for saying this, is actually really sexy! But, her child form is adorable too! She has a companion, Azuki-tan! Azuki-tan is actually imagawayaki-"

Raphael, who'd been nodding along this whole time, interrupted, "Wait, what's that?"

"A Japanese pancake filled with red bean paste!" Levi answered, "Actually, I've pretty much covered the most interesting parts; I don't want to spoil. You should watch it! It's really good!"

"I think I will," Raphael smiled, his words genuine.

Levi nodded happily, "You should tell me more about Pokémon!"

In all honesty, Levi knew a lot about Pokémon. Though, he never heard Raphael get excited about anything really before. Aside from spears. Though, he'd never really heard him talk at all.

"I remember them all," Raphael admitted, a blush on his face, "An angel my ranking knowing all about tiny fictional monsters, weird, I know."

"It's not weird," Levi assured, angry that Raphael insulted himself, "I'm the Grand Admiral of Hell's esteemed Navy! As one important person to another: There is nothing wrong with liking things! Like whatever you want! No one is stopping you! In fact, I think it's really cool that you cam remember them all!"

Even reassuring all that, Levi never applied it to himself.

"I like talking to you," Raphael fidgeted with his fingers.

"I like talking to you too!" Levi gave the angel a side hug.

Raphael stood up, grabbing Levi's hand, "Let's go back to the party! You can hang out with me."

Levi never had anyone to spend parties with before. Mammon always offered, but he hung out with so much other people too.

They danced to Christmas songs together, Raphael giggling at Levi's loud renditions. He especially enjoyed Underneath the Tree.

Both of them were sad to eventually leave, yet they continued to talk through text. Levi even downloaded Pokémon Go to be friends with Raphael.

For Christmas, Levi bought Raphael plushes of his favorite Pokémon. Raphael got him Ruri-chan merch.

It was an unlikely friendship, yet it was still perfect.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #shall we date leviathan #leviathan om #omswd raphael #obey me raphael #raphael obey me #omswd leviathan #christmas party #ficmas 2022 #25 days of ficmas #25 days of christmas #pokemon

[taylorrama]

The Locked Tomb + mewithoutYou pt. 7/17

"And if it comes as some sort of a surprise", she said "That I seem so composed I've kept this moment closer to my eyes", she said "Than the glasses resting on the edge of my nose"

TW: suicide mention

Song: Wolf Am I! (And Shadow) Album: Brother/Sister

Despite Brother/Sister being my favorite mewithoutYou album and one of the two I usually recommend people to start with, only this song has enough going on to make any decent Locked Tomb connections. And we get a relevant image right away in the first verse.

It's the smell of hot summertime trash It's the city noise of a busy street It's a train derailed and a two car head-on freeway crash Each time we meet "And if it comes as some sort of a surprise", she said "That I seem so composed I've kept this moment closer to my eyes", she said "Than the glasses resting on the edge of my nose"

The metaphors in the first three lines are exact descriptions of Griddlehark lol. Like that is their relationship dynamic. Smells gross. Is loud. Is destructive. The dialogue portion is easily, easily something Gideon could very well say to Harrow in Alecto the Ninth in whatever way they'll be able to speak to each other, but we'll see.

The chorus.

Shadow am I! Shadow am I! A question of a person, no said reply Wolf am I! Wolf and Shadow cast on the sheep as I pass by

The extended metaphor throughout this song is the wolf in sheep's clothing, which could easily apply to Jod. This shadow imagery + question of a person idea is giving Platonic forms, but I think in a TLT context, we can think of "a question of a person" being necromancers and Lyctors. In Nona the Ninth, they're called zombies, so their personhood is clearly in question. Similarly, we can look at Lyctors and wonder what personhood is for them, especially for the one whose body is dead.

Verse 2.

She was graceful and green as a stem But I walk heavy on delicate ground Oh there, I go showing off again Self-impressed by how well I can put myself down! And there I go again, to the next further removed level Of that same exact feigned humility! This for me goes on and on to the point of nausea

I see this largely as Harrow POV. In that case, the first line is about the Body with the second and third lines being about Harrow. Poor child hates herself so much that she knows it and hates herself even more for it. "Feigned humility" isn't my first thought when it comes to Harrow. She is very aware of her power, her prowess, and her intelligence and doesn't hesitate to ensure that others know it. But I think her deep wounds actually do align somewhat to this idea of feigned humility. She puts herself down because she feels personally responsible for the deaths of all the Ninth House children and her parents' suicides. As a result of this deep guilt, she put up this front of piety to keep the Ninth House running, including puppeting her dead parents.

The chorus again, but different.

Shadow am I! Like suspicion that's never confirmed But it's never denied Wolf am I No, "shadow”, I think is better As I’m not so much something More like the absence of something

In the song, the narrator is deciding whether they're a shadow (of a person) or a dangerous wolf. That conflict is clearer in this part of the chorus, where the narrator decides that they're a shadow and explains why.

I think Harrow has a similar conflict. Knowing that she exists because all the Ninth House children are dead means she doesn't really have her own identity, making her a shadow (of a few hundred children). Because she blames herself for this, she views herself as a wolf.

And then of course as the series goes on, there are various ways in which Harrow can perceive herself as being "the absence of something." Quite literally in book 2 by not remembering Gideon, but also sensing that something is missing.

So shadow am I! The whole material world seems to me Like a newspaper headline- It explicitly demands your attention And it may even contain some truth Of what's really going on here

The "material world" of The Locked Tomb is this system/universe of a necromantic empire and there's a certain understanding of how it all works: you have the King Undying and his heroic Lyctors. You have all these different houses with different branches of necromancy. And this empire is expanding to other planets to "save" them. But, "what's really going on here" isn't at all apparent until the characters come too close to it and then they can't go back.

One day the water's gonna wash it away One day the water's gonna wash it away One day the water's gonna wash it away And on that day

This is more or less the entirety of the outro, which I'm just leaving here because. The River. I don't have much to say about it now because I think I missed quite a bit about the River on my first read, other than the basics of how it works. And there's still an entire book left to possibly explain it more, so I don't want to make any conclusions about what it all means at this point.

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TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 1; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 2; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 3; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 4; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 5; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 6; TLT + mewithoutYou pt. 8

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #the locked tomb spoilers #mewithoutyou #griddlehark #Youtube #tlt

[who-knows-things]

🎶Calypso, Scrybe of Music 🎶

General info:

Calypso is the Scrybe of Music; using they're magic lyre, they make cards by composing pieces of music

Is a gentleman at heart, although can be a bit of a tease if they're close to someone. Loves to gossip when they can. Has a very melodic voice almost like they're always singing even when they're not.

They live on a floating island in between Grimora and Magnificus's Islands, made accessible by a teleporter. Their domain is filled with music, and if you listen really closely you can hear slight nods to the other tracks in the game

Their mechanic is that you have a four string harp and each note on that harp corresponds with a note on a card so you have to pick and choose what cards attack on that turn, you can only pluck one string every turn.

Probably the one responsible for making most of the music in the game

They're temple consists of a pavilion in the clouds, it kind of looks like the Parthenon but smaller and has a roof

Relationships with the other Scrybes:

Gets along quite well with Leshy, is very inspired by him and usually walks through his Forest to get ✨inspired✨. Has made many tracks for him

Loves to tease P03 when they can, it's more half-hearted than malicious though. Finds it's sarcastic nature quite funny at times. Was a little sour that it didn't use any of the tracks they left in the files for it.

Visits Grimora the most often, likes to gossip and conversate with her, even if they find her domain kind of disturbing. Has made one or two tracks for her

Doesn't really care for Magnificus much, thinks he's kind of a stick in the mud who needs to get out more. Has on multiple occasions tried to convince Magnificus's students to come learn under them instead. Remixed his theme once or twice

Thinks Mossamora is a very sweet child and tried to teach her as much as they could about being a Scrybe. Occasionally drops in check on her. Even though she doesn't like the data, they made a few tracks for her in case she changed her mind

Miscellaneous sketches:

#inscryption #inscryption oc #orginal character #my ocs #inscryption leshy #inscryption po3 #inscryption grimora #inscryption magnificus

[drgnbld]

"I may not have thanked you much at the time, but without you I wouldn't be where I am. I mean that literally. Had you not asked for my help at the Lake, I may have never broken free of the mindset I was in. If you hadn't proven I could stand up for people, I wouldn't have rushed to Goldenrod."

He smiles.

"I may have wonderful parents who I love very much, but you are within my extended family, Lance. Thank you."

" gold... "

for everyone involved, the pre-rocket takedown missions in mahogany town ( and even post in goldenrod ) plays a looped video in all those who were involved minds. it was a rough time - extremely rough. one of the biggest takedowns done by the gmen all while being helped by kids. lance has never really forgiven himself for all of it. no child should've gone through that and was something he was so adamant on after the rocket incidents in kanto years prior.

a part of him tells himself in the darkest depths of night those he's accidentally put in danger through the actions he's taken. it comes at him as a broken record, repeating every little detail, exaggerating those he can't say he ever saw for certain. gold, lyra, hell even silver should never have been put into the positions they had been.

there's a running joke amongst the league and the clan about his treatment of the younger protagonists - how he cares for them as a father would, how it wouldn't be surprising to find adoption forms for them all stashed away somewhere in his office. the reality is a lot more brutal than that. lance feels responsible for them. he feels as if he should be the one there to help protect them, guide them, because everything they went through wasn't something a child should.

after a while of course he stopped looking at them like kids. they were seasoned trainers. gold was champion. but that never stopped lance from caring the way he has in the past; the way he does now. and while those actions certainly spoke louder than the words kept in his heart he never quite saw the otherside of that coin - that gold would think the same way about him. that they were just as much a family.

he wishes they never went through what they did, but he'll be damned if he wasn't proud of the person gold, and the others, had become. taking a deep breath in, mostly to compose himself, lance finally allows himself to smile even when slight tears prick, blink and they're gone.

" that strength has always been inside of your heart and soul, gold, and it shines so brightly even now. we never quite discussed what happened beforehand and what made you feel the way you did, but shaking that off, taking the rest of your life in stride; that was all you. "

his hand reaches for gold's shoulder to grasp with all the affection he can muster without directly hugging him. " I am so proud of you, and that goes for all of you. not just your strength and determination, but even parts of you which you may dislike or more. you are a part of my family as much as I am yours. you'll always have a home with us. "

#hi rabid #ic. #allthingsglittergold

[analyzer-r]

2GB Sydney

Here today is a departure from the majority of the radio stations we've covered on the blog so far, for while they've all been music-based radio stations, 2GB Sydney describes itself as being the no.1 News Talk station in Sydney Australia on their website on the Advertise page. As information on their own website is actually rather sparse, and info on other websites is either similarly sparse or worse, outdated, I've had to resort to looking through their article on Wikipedia for info, so take some of what I have to say here with a grain of salt. Not off to a great start, though- one would think a radio station that brands itself as 'number one' would have the wisdom to include a simple 'About Us' page on their website.

That out of the way, though, 2GB Sydney is a talk, news and sport-based commercial radio station located in Sydney Australia. It is not independent, being the child company of Nine Radio, who own a sister radio station called 2UE. On their Advertise page, 2GB Sydney lays claim to an over 600,000 weekly listening figure, composed of individuals who are high income earners and also big spenders, using this info to appeal to potential advertisers.

The densely-packed and high-brow nature of their content- as will be discussed in more detail later- plus this high-income angle prompts me to speculate that 2GB Sydney's target audience are wealthy adults between the ages of 30-50+. Given they've been around since 1926 (according to Wikipedia) and have a respectable 73k follower count on Facebook, considering that 600,000 figure they boasted about, it seems that 2GB is at least popular enough to have a loyal base of listeners they want advertisers to take advantage of.

With the facts out of the way, what is listening to 2GB Sydney actually like? Well, given Australia is quite literally half a planet away from where I am, I had to resort to checking if 2GB Sydney offers the ability to listen back to previous broadcasts, which, thankfully, it does.

Not wanting to go too far back, I selected the Saturday 23rd December 2023 Weekends with Bill Woods podcast, which featured the full recording of his 9AM-1PM AEDT morning talk show. This is what I discovered:

Being a talk show, there was absolutely no music to be heard anywhere. Aside from little stingers used to transition from topic to topic, Bill Woods' talkshow was completely devoid of any sound, even backing sound to accompany whenever he talks or during his debates with others. The intent may be to not distract from what is being talked about, and to be fair to Mr. Woods, he is far from boring to listen to. His tone is professional yet friendly and warm, lending himself an easygoing feel that's nice to listen to, resulting in my getting engaged in whatever it was he was talking about. His show starts with him announcing what topics of discussion to talk about in the hours ahead, who he's talking about each topic with, then pretty much launches straight into things.

These discussions can range from anything to local politics, news, events or issues locally affecting Sydney, usually with an expert on these matters for Woods to bounce off of. They're not short either- for the entire hour I'd listened to the show, a whole half of that hour had been dedicated to talking about federal politics, the effects of COVID-19 and its mutations on the local populace as well as government response. It was very in-depth and quite dense- no wonder four entire hours are dedicated to this show's runtime!

It wasn't so dense as to be mind-numbing, however- Bill Woods maintains a professional demeanor throughout, especially during more serious topics of discussion, but allows himself to share personal and sometimes humorous anecdotes relating to the current topic from time to time to offer a smidge of relatability as the discussion goes on. He also very frequently reads text messages sent in by viewers relevant to the topic of discussion and often comments on them at length, which left me with the distinct feeling that the show, rather uniquely, feels more like an actual two-way affair where Woods is actively talking with and responding to his listeners as opposed to simply talking at them, as is the case with more music-oriented radio stations.

To cap things off, the show also features news and traffic reports, read out my Bill Woods himself and with a familiarity for the Sydney area that makes him feel connected to the city and quite down-to-earth.

With all that said, all that remains to be said about 2GB Sydney is that I think as a radio station, it's a stellar example of how a talk-based radio station should be run. The content is dense and diverse, the banter between presenters like Woods and their guests is witty and intelligent, and overall listening to the radio station feels like an engaging experience- if you have a few hours to kill. I do wish that level of professionality had carried over to their website, however.

Listen to 2GB Sydney on their website here:

References:

2gb.com (Date N/A) Advertise with us [Online] Available at: https://www.2gb.com/advertise-with-us/ [Accessed 29/12/2023]

Facebook.com (Date N/A) 2GB Sydney [Online] Available at: https://www.facebook.com/2GBSydney [Accessed 29/12/2023]

wikipedia.org (Last edited 18/12/2023) 2GB [Online] Available at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2GB [Accessed 29/12/2023]

#radio #reviewing #professional #radio review #academic #2GB #2GB Sydney

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I saw that requests are open so I thought I'd put in something here since I love your work, hope you're doing well miss raven💕

now for my request, headcannons of a gn!mc/yuu that's a royal with diasomnia cast (it can be child of a king/emperor, it doesn't really matter really) but they're very laid back and too casual about it for example "oh yeah I'm a prince/princess of a really powerful country, it's whatever"

again, hope you're having a good day! ✨💕

Curiouser and Curiouser...

“Hmm, is that so? What a curious state of affairs. A royal transported to another world, leaving their kingdom in an uproar as they seek out their missing heir... I’d imagine it would be a frantic scene. Are you not perturbed by that possibility? Fufu. The scenario seems rather fascinating to me. If only I were there to witness it for myself.”

He’s more surprised at how casually you say your secret than the meat of the secret itself. Malleus sees his own crown, and the very Draconia bloodline, as something to be revered—even feared in some situations—and he cannot imagine so flippantly throwing his title around. Truly, he struggles to wrap his mind around the whims of children of man... or perhaps it is only just you?

Malleus wants to know more about a kingdom from another world. What’s it like? What of its history? What kind of a role do you play in governing it all? He’ll want to listen to you for hours to sate his curiosity. Malleus can share things about his country with you as well, from its unique, old-fashioned architecture to the use of magic in daily life. You can really tell just how much pride he has for his homeland just by the lilt to his deep voice, the sparkle inlaid in his dark eyes. Through exchanging the best parts of your cultures, you’re able to bond and understand each other on a deeper level.

He suggests that you should consider forming an friendship with the Briar Valley, thus creating the very first interdimensional alliance! When you’ve both ascended to your respective thrones, you’ll keep the alliance going strong... or so he dryly teases. Once you’ve ventured beyond the mirror, Malleus isn’t sure if his voice will reach you—so instead, he grants the promise to always be with you in spirit, both in and out of court.

While Malleus is amused by how casually you take your status, he does step in to give a pointer or two about composing yourself. As a fae, he certainly understands the value and the joy in and making mischief, but he is not so oblivious as to neglect his duties in favor of it. He often warns you against falling into the trap of being too carefree and casual, steering you back along the path when you are lost.

“A sovereign is the face of their country. Speak out of turn or behave poorly, and it reflects poorly on your kingdom,” Malleus tuts, ancient wisdom shining in his eyes. “As the ambassador and representative for your nation, you must act with decorum—and with head held high—as the situation demands. Have pride not only in yourself, but in the kingdom you represent, and the great power and responsibility upon your shoulders, Child of Man. An idle and ignorant ruler only spells doom for its people.”

"That’s the way to be—you mustn't let your position hold you down. The true value of a crown comes not from its name, but how its wearer conducts themselves. And yet, despite the weight upon your head, you can still find it within yourself to live as a free spirit. Kufufu, quite a feat indeed.”

Lilia appreciates the light-hearted attitude you’ve chosen to adopt. He’s meet so many austere nobles in the fairy courts over the years, it’s refreshing to meet someone of a high status who doesn’t take things so seriously! Lilia definitely feels like he can still be his goofy self around you in spite of this new discovery.

He’s good at keeping secrets, but that doesn’t mean he won’t have fun with the knowledge he holds! When Lilia catches your eye in the hallway, he might smiling knowingly, relishing in the secret only he’s aware of—and when he greets you hello, he’ll dip into a playful curtsey. No one knows what he’s up to except for, of course, you.

Lilia tells you that he’d love to visit your kingdom someday—it’s another place to mark off on his travels! And surely, as the sovereign of this land, you’d be able to sneak out and serve as his willing partner in crime tour guide? The culture, the atmosphere, the food... Lilia wants to experience it all with you!

Every so often, Lilia offers you his wisdom and reminds you to reevaluate your position in a more serious light, to not entirely discard the weight of the crown. As someone who has lived through the decades, he has seen countless countries and people fall on account of sloth or neglect—and he doesn’t wish to see the same cruel fate befall you.

“It will someday be you who is considered the ultimate authority. A ruler cannot afford to live as a child forever—a clear divide must be made, and you must know when to skirt the line between work and play,” Lilia advises, his deep-set ruby eyes creasing. “But fear not, you will not be alone in this matter. You will be supported by a panel of royal advisors and experts in every field—and, of course, you will always have me.”

“... Oh. I had no idea. But I understand—you are trusting me with this important information. I will ensure that I keep it close to me and safely guarded. You can count on me.”

If your declaration is casual, then Silver’s reaction is just as casual. He blinks a few times, as if waking up from a nap, then nods solemnly, instantly accepting your declaration as fact (and even if it wasn’t, you had a feeling Silver would have instantly believed you anyway).

Whether Silver realizes he is or not, he becomes a little more protective of you (most likely because he’s been trained since childhood to protect his own liege; it’s nearly an instinct for him now). When he walks alongside you, Silver’s always just a little bit ahead, almost as if keeping a look out for any danger. If he thinks something suspicious is ahead, he’ll put his arm out to stop you in your tracks while he investigates.

Silver introduces you to his woodland critter friends, granting each a fancy title as if announcing them to a royal hosting a ball. Lords and ladies of the forest flock to make up an entourage, and you laugh in return, introducing yourself to them by your own formal title.

For you, such a laidback royal, Silver prepares a crown of flowers instead of one of gold and jewels. He asks you to bow your head, and when you do, he slips it on as if crowning the next sovereign at a coronation. The flowers light, comfortable, and sets your heart at ease—the same feelings you instill by your rule.

“It suits you well,” he quietly confides with a shy smile. “A peaceful kingdom where everyone can be friends... It sounds it could never happen, but I’m sure you can make it a reality. Until the day you can wear a real crown, let’s dream of that kind of a world.”

“WHAAAAAAT?! To think that you were descended from noble blood all this time... A royal, right under this Sebek’s nose, hidden right in plain sight... When you could be STRUCK or TAKEN OUT by an enemy force any ANY time?!? HRGGGGGH!! WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED OF THIS SOONER?!”

Sebek’s reaction is the total opposite of your announcement. He’s loud, he’s alarmed, he’s outraged, and he has zero chill. Sebek seems offended that you didn’t tell him such a vital fact earlier, and launches into a tirade to express these thoughts. Did you not trust him enough? Did you not deem him worthy, or believe his skills to be lacking?

Once he calms down (well, “calm down” is relative), he swears a vow to protect you since he is “doubtful that a mere HUMAN such as lackadaisical as yourself could sufficiently protect themselves”. An entire nation’s future hinges on your survival—and Sebek will do everything in his power to make sure your survive to coronation day!

Though he stresses that your safety should take priority over all else, Sebek does a poor job of doing it discreetly. Everyone you go, he trails after you shouting at the top of his lungs for a path to be cleared and announcing your full name and title. It sends a lot of dirty or confused looks your way, but do you really have the heart to tell Sebek off when he looks so proud of himself?

His worrying gets to be a little too much at times, but Sebek doesn’t appear to see an issue with it. In his eyes, all the precautions be takes and all the fretting he does serves a far greater purpose—and he would much rather that then the alternative, a (worst case scenario) future where both your bloodline and your kingdom have been turned to ashes.

“I worry TOO much?!” Sebek snorts, repeating your own words back at you. “NO SUCH THING!! If anything, your attitude is far too NONCHALANT!! You are the face of an entire country, the face of its VERY FUTURE!! YOU CANNOT AFFORD TO BE THIS LAX, NOT AT ALL!! The crown and all its powers are YOURS to command—so you cannot display such a MEEK DISPOSITION!! YOU MUST OWN UP TO YOUR DESTINY AND ACT LIKE THE PROPER RULER YOU WILL ONE DAY BE!!”

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #Malleus Draconia #twisted wonderland #Lilia Vanrouge #Silver #Sebek Zigvolt #Reader #self insert #disney twisted wodnerland #curiouser and curiouser #Malleus Draconia x Reader #Lilia Vanrouge x Reader #Silver x Reader #Sebek Zigvolt x Reader #Diasomnia

[ohworm-writes]

hello! :) so u know how kuon has a crush on sniper right ? can i get an imagine where reader is jealous bc of kuon, cuz u know, her crush on sniper etc etc (sorry i'm just vv lazy at typing), and how sniper reacts to it ?? can u make it like they're still friends but have mutual feelings for each other as they hang out as a unit, and they get together in the end bc sum confessions happened !! sorry if u don't get it i'm rlly bad at explaining but thank u in advance if u do this !! <33

High-Rise Invasion/Tenkuu Shinpan: Sniper Mask Boyfriend Imagine

high-rise invasion/tenkuu shinpan masterlist

‼ Jealous Reader (over Kuon) + Make up + Confession ‼

Featuring: Sniper Mask, Yuri Honjo, Mayuko Nise (implied), Kuon Shinzaki (implied)

Warnings: frustrated Y/n, crushes, jealousy

a/n - good GODS this has been in my inbox for a while and i’m so so so sorry for not posting it way sooner! hopefully you see this anon, and i hope you enjoy!

content below the cut!

you had developed a crush on the man in the mask ever since you first joined Yuri's little group

you couldn't really tell what it was the drew you to him

he was silent, dismissive, and he was a Mask for goodness sake!

but none of that deterred you from the attraction you garnered for him

you always found yourself trying to interact with him

whether it was offering your help with something that he was doing, or simply keeping him company

most times he brushed you off, walking away and not giving you an answer

other times he silently accepted your offer

those times the two of you would sit in comfortable silence, just enjoying one another's presence

you cherish moments like these for a very specific reason

Kuon

now you had nothing against the girl!

... at first

she seemed nice enough, always eager to help, and full of ignorant innocence

but then you realized her (very obvious) crush on the masked man

the way she got flustered around him so easily

the way she clung to him like a lost child

at first, you thought maybe she saw him as a parental figure, seeing how young she was

but that thought was (very) quickly thrown to the wind when you saw her wrapped up in his jacket, blushing like the schoolgirl she was and giggling to herself

so what she liked him? you liked him too, maybe the two of you could bond over that!

that's what you told yourself

of course, you never acted on it

it was simple, you were too jealous to do so

you noticed how Sniper Mask welcomed all her little instances without a care in the world

not giving a damn when she clung to him

or batting an eye at her obvious fangirling

it pissed you off

naturally, you began to avoid Kuon

and Sniper Mask simultaneously

you avoided the two of them whenever you could

when you saw them walking towards you, you kept to the opposite side of the wall and walked quickly past them

when you all usually ate together, you picked up your food and ate outside

you were simply, undeniably jealous

you didn't think Sniper Mask cared about it, not that you could tell under his mask

but in actuality, he was confused as to why you avoided him all of the sudden

so, he opted to ask you one day

You shut the door to the dining room rather aggressively as you exited, but you couldn't care less. You let your body slump against the adjacent wall, your plate of food resting on your lap.

Today had been... exhausting, to say the least. Kuon was on her usual actions of pining over 'Mr. Mask', crossing your way a few more times than you would have liked. During your meeting earlier with her and Yuri, your fellow mouthless masked allies, she had the gall to talk on and on about how much she adored him.

You hated it.

You looked down at your food, a scowl finding its place on your features. You glared at it, pushing the pieces around with your fork, not noticing a door open and close right in front of you.

"Jesus, if that food was alive, it would be 6 feet under with the glare you're giving it." You hear a gruff voice call from in front of you. A voice you would rather not be hearing right now.

You continue to move around the food, staying silent as the man awkwardly stands in front of you, unsure of what to do with himself in this situation. "Is it, uh, okay if I sit here?" He asks, which finally makes you look up.

He had a plate of food between his own hands, his jacket gone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His mask covered his face, per usual, but it seemed much more lopsided than usual.

You give him a shrug in response, looking back down at your food again. He stands there for a moment, before taking a seat right next to you, your knees almost touching. "You don't mind if I eat with you, right?"

His question makes your eye twitch. Was he seriously trying to be all buddy-buddy with you now? You shrugged again, not giving him as much as a single word.

You heard him sigh, setting his food to the side before he speaks again. "Alright, what's going on?" He asks, making your body tense up. "Nothing." You shoot back, scowling.

"What happened to the Y/n that stayed up and talked about their life for hours? What happened to the Y/n that told me horrible jokes to try and get a reaction out of me? Huh? What happened to them?"

That broke you.

You were angry, furious even. Was he trying to blame this on you? You didn't do anything wrong! If it wasn't for Kuon, maybe you would still be that person! If it wasn't for her, you could still be friends with him! You could be-

"What?" You hear him say softly, much softer than his previous tone. Shit, did you say that out loud? "Yeah, you did." He says again, looking at you with a concerned expression on his face, not that you could tell.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lash out. I just- I’ve been-" You stutter, trying to find the right words. He laughs at that, actually laughs at it.

His laugh is hearty, warm, almost inviting you to laugh along with him. You don't, but he quickly composes himself, making your head turn towards him.

"Why on Earth were you jealous of Kuon?" He asks honestly, watching at how the invisible gears turn in your head, searching for an answer. You sigh heavily, running a hand across your face as you shake your hands while you speak.

"I just- she’s always there with you. She's latched onto you 24/7! I can't get 5 minutes alone with you before she comes barging in." You rant, frustration evident in your shaky voice.

"I just wanted to be your friend, be close with you. I can never do that because she's-she's there." You groan, hugging yourself with your arms. "I sound like a selfish idiot now, huh?"

You laugh dryly, frowning. He sighs, but a smile plays at his lips. "Y/n." He begins, his hand resting you your forearm. "You know she would never purposefully do that. She just, she has an infatuation with me I guess."

He sighs dramatically, earning a chuckle from you. "But." He tells you, watching your eyes as he speaks. "That doesn't mean I didn't miss you."

Your heart skips a beat at his comment, face flushing softly. "Kuon also misses you. You might not have caught onto it, but she looks up to you." He explains, smiling at how your expression softens, mumbling a soft 'she does?' to him.

He nods, laughing once more. "Come on, have dinner with the rest of us. We can't have you sitting alone out here anymore." You roll your eyes, but take him up on his word. He leads you back to the other, Kuon frantically waving over to the two of you the second you pass through the door.

"Y/n! Come sit with me!" She yells excitedly. Maybe you were wrong about her.

after that interaction, the three of you were all on much better terms

yes, kuon still had her habits, but he toned them WAY down after you explained to her how it made you feel

she teased the hell out of you for it too

you, of course, shrugged it off

but you never told her that she was wrong

you were happy to be on good terms with Sniper Mask again

he made a lot more time for you

your old interactions coming back at full force, and some new ones

he loved to take you on little walks on the high rises

he also made it a point to teach you how to shoot his rifle

which was terrifying, but exhilarating

you fell for him harder and harder every day

one day, you ranted your feelings out to Kuon

and while she wasn't surprised, it warmed her heart to see how much you loved him

yes, she crushed on him too, but that didn't take away from the obvious connection she saw between the two of you

unbeknownst to you, Sniper Mask had come to her about the same things

his usually cold demeanor broke whenever he talked with you

he genuinely enjoyed your company, he wanted more of it

and then some

so, she put a plan together

operation "get Mr. Mask and Y/n together" is a go!

she took it all very seriously

making sure you guys get paired together for scouting missions? that's all her

convincing Sniper Mask to get you little gifts and things? of course

overall, the best wing-woman you could ask for

however, the one thing she didn't have anything to do with was his confession to you

he could have used her help with it, that much was clear

but he wanted to tell you how he felt, no help necessary

Sniper Mask had told you earlier this morning to meet you at his room when the sunset before he rushed to get out of your vicinity like you were a plague. Granted, it hurt your feelings, but you couldn't stand him up.

You knocked gently on the wooden door, stepping back and waiting patiently for it to open. After about a minute, while you had heard nothing, you went to knock again.

Your efforts were proved useless as the door swung open hastily, revealing a disheveled Sniper Mask. His usual blazer and fedora were long forgotten, his hair messy, strands pointing this way and that. His mask sat lopsided on his face, still covering it fully.

"H-hey Y/n." He mumbled out, you offered him a wave as he awkwardly shuffled to the side, opening the door as an incentive for you to come in. You stepped inside, walking to the center of the room as you heard him close the door behind you.

You turned to speak to him again, but those thoughts were cast aside as you felt his hands settle onto your cheeks and his lips molding with yours. It startled you, you're eyes open in shock as you looked at him. His mask was completely off, thrown somewhere in the room, but he didn't seem to have a care in the world.

You quickly melted into the kiss, bringing your hands up to gently hold onto his forearms. He hummed, taking a moment before pulling away, leaving the two of you to gasp for air as he rested his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes to meet his, full of adoration.

"I, uh, I think I'm in love with you?" It was more of a question, but you took it happily. You laughed softly, your fingers rubbing small circles in his forearms.

"Was that what that was?"

#sniper mask #sniper mask x reader #tenkuu shinpan #tenkuu shinpan x reader #high rise invasion #high rise invasion x reader #tenkuu shinpan headcanons #high rise invasion headcanons #sniper mask headcanons #yuka makoto #yuka makoto x reader #yuka makoto headcanons #headcanons #x reader #anime x reader #request #worm answers #kuon + reader

[merakiui]

Yo i saw your yandere x preggy reader, but im more interested with venti. What kind of a parent he will be? How will he act with his child and around you?

(cw: yandere, pregnancy, female reader)

If you think Venti is normally clingy and suffocating, prepare to face that but at a more drastic level. He will not leave you alone throughout the nine months of your pregnancy. He's not usually this fussy about things, but when it comes to you and the baby he's very particular. He doesn't want you drinking any alcohol or eating anything that might be harmful to your or the baby's health, and he makes sure you're getting enough rest.

It feels like he's more conscious of what he does now and he actually limits how often he goes out to drink in favor of spending that time with you. There's more to his life than drinking and reminiscing about the past. Now he's focused solely on you and the baby. It's the most excited he's ever been, happily chattering away about possible names, what the baby might look like, and even things he wants to teach them once they're old enough. Oh, and his inspiration to compose music goes through the roof! He has so many ballads in mind, most of them dedicated to you and the little family you're creating.

As a parent, he makes sure to help as much as possible. He's there for you when you wake up in the morning feeling sick. He offers to massage your shoulders and anywhere else that might be sore. And he always makes sure to compliment you. He can't help it; you truly are beautiful and Venti makes sure you're aware of this fact. Expect lots of pet names for both you and the child. He fawns over them once they're born and is very gentle when he holds them in his arms.

Venti's surprisingly good at being a father. You might expect him to abandon you for wine and music, but that's not the case. He's very dedicated to you and this family, so much so that his devotion is suffocating. He will raise this baby with you and he'll feel hurt if he finds out you thought he'd just leave you. Sure, music and alcohol bring him joy, but nothing compares to the happiness he feels when he lays eyes on you rocking the baby to sleep, humming a quiet tune when you think he's not looking.

He brings the baby Cecilia flowers and anything else that reminds him of them. Venti loves making them laugh. He'll play peek-a-boo for however long it takes just to make the baby smile or giggle, and he'll make sure to sing them to sleep if you're too tired.

You almost forget he's the one responsible for all of this—that it was his obsessive love and happy-go-lucky charm that put you in this position. But it's not like he's all that bad. It could be worse.

#yandere #yandere venti #tw: pregnancy #genshin chit chat

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

our newborn child has been really ill for a couple weeks and you’ve been really worried. luckily, we took them to the doctors and everything’s fine. yet despite it being nearly a week since we went to the doctors, you’ve slept beside the crib every night.- with kuchel shes the youngest and imagine levi and the rest of the ackerbabies sleeping with her cause they're worried

LOOK. THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN A DRABBLE ALRIGHT? BUT I GOT REALLY CARRIED AWAY AND UHM.... Imma break loads of hearts with this....don't tell me I didn't warn you.

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Warnings: mentions of death

Tags: a n g s t, pure angst, everyone's suffering, Wanna get in the mood I was while writing? Listen to this

A matress for five

For the first time in a long while, Levi's eyes stung feverously with exhaustion and insomnia. It was a silent beg, the first sign of his body giving in to the fatigue of taking care of four children but for all he knew, given the situation things would have to be worse before they got better.

His feet couldn't hold himself up in that late hour; not that even dared to move to check on the clock on the nightstand, his perception of time was more of an assumption. He had spend endless nights wide awake, clinging onto Kuchel's crib for dear life, interwinning her little hand with his, as his sorrows would bathe him in cold sweat.

The small hand that faintly clung onto his intex finger and wouldn't let loose of the steady grip sent earth shattering rashes of pain inside his heart as his eyes batted to its owner. His very own, crucially small and excessively faint daughter, that desperately needed him to simply survive. His eyes batted as he took in her small form for the upteenth time this evening. He loathed to be in that place again, to watch another beloved Kuchel in his life suffer with illness.

He had brought it to himself, he figured. By agreeing that she looked like him enough to be honored to share a name with his mother. Yet, after the recent events of having watched her suffer with whatever was that had gotten her down, he kept on wondering if luck was playing games with him for chosing his ill-fated mother's name. Was it really that much of a coincidence that he had to be stripped off another Kuchel, in a much similar situation?

And how on earth was he supposed to deal with another death brought onto his own little family.

The image of you leaving your last breath while you begged for him to protect your children was a fresh addition of the annihilating pain of grief that clung into his chest as if it was it's safe place. His eyes couldn't help batting erratically to prevent new waves of tears from running cold on his temples as he mentally clung onto the fondest memories of yours. He knew, with the way things were now, he shouldn't allow himself to be weak. There were four children that were completely depended on him, in despairate need to be helped, fed and be stood by for.

He had figured that by allowing himself to be egoistic with his grief he would only manage to repeat Kenny's behavior towards him. Naturally, no decent parent figure would ever chose to treat their children in such way and he didn't wish upon his own babies to feel most of the overwhelming emotions of abandonment he had felt before.

Had you still been here though, no one would have to be forced to deal with your loss in the first place. And as for Kuchel, she wouldn't have to fall sick and fight for her survival since day one.

He still could recall days where you would have fun with your sons, still very pregnant, resting assured that you'd always protect everyone in your own way.

In his memories, you held him tight, arm lingering on his as he cooked a healthy meal for your sons, rubbing one hand over your belly and begging him not to get you pregnant for a long time. Your boys, curious as ever would ask a trillion questions concerning your baby bum to which Kurt would jump to answer before you, taking the role of the experienced older brother, making you giggle at his quick wits and smart mouth.

You would simply bat your eyes in awe and pride as you'd look at him go and take responsibility for his brother at such a young age and in turn, Kurt would promise you he'd always take care of Kuchel as well. Then you would look at Levi, orbs glistering with with plastered happiness only to mouth a silent i love you to him.

The sudden forced halt to your everyday affections was probably what hurt him the most.

In his head, he imagined, you laid beside him as he placed Kuchel to sleep on his chest, smiling at the tenderly profound affection. You hand would graze the surface of his stomach, sliding across the baby's tiny body, only for your fingers to rest on his chin, so tenderly and faintly that he could barely feel them. Your expression would be serene, hues glimmering golden as they'd mirror the warm tingerine flicker of the candlelight.

He would spare you a smile, the most effortessly sincere one he could put on and he'd watch as your eyes would widen. When you'd realise the nature of his expression you would crash your lips against his, noses bumping feverishly into eachother as you'd try to freeze the smile on his face, afraid that it would disappear never to be seen again.

And to that, you would have probably been right. He wasn't going to smile again, not without you at least. Your departure from his life had ripped his heart like an old rotten rag and there was no way for him to manage to pick the pieces of his heart and stitch them back together. He had done it one too many times, just to push forward with being a soldier.

With a heart that was broken one too many times, he should have felt numb when he was ripped off another beloved person.

But he couldn't say the same would ever apply to his children.

As he laid there, staring at Kuchel's chest falling and rising with each little breath she took, he felt like the world threatened to rip him way from his younglings as well. His heart ached at the thought that they would ever have to share a fate with him.

The looks on their confused faces on the day of Kuchel's birth still crushed him. Little by little, day by day, he'd watch as everyone would fall into melancholy from your sudden departure. Kuchel was the first one to suffer from your loss, perhaps, even more fundamentally in comparison to the others.

It had been weeks since Kuchel had fallen ill.

Levi had strained himself physically and mentally trying to figure out what was going on, how could he help or how could he ever even feed her. All the previous experience he had with his sons was nothing compared to not being able to feed his daughter property; what he had suspected of being a mild case of colics, as often as it was on infants, had turned out to be a painful experience for every member in the house just as much as it had been for the newborn girl.

The doctor he had consulted with a little more than a week ago had assured him what Kuchel was going through was normal for children that were forced to receive substitute for their mother's milk. Perhaps, he had suggested, if Levi could find a wet nurse for her she wouldn't have to go through such horrific colics and suffer.

He was only shaken from his thoughts at the creaking sound of the heavy door to your once shared bedroom opening slightly. His eyes immediately fell on the source of sound, only to be welcomed by a small flashing of the dark corridor. With all willpower to move strained from his body though, he couldn't yet manage to utter a single word.

"Kurt, will Kuchel die?"

"Can we go see her?"

The tiny, barely audible voices grazed Levi's eardrums softly, always tenderly allowing him to process the spoken words that left his children's mouths. His nose twitched as anxiety rushed through him, causing him to slightly raise a hand to scratch it in an attempt to shake it's newfound numbness away. The thought of having to force himself to get up from Kuchel's bedside even for a mere moment drowned him in worry and despair.

"No, stupid, she won't die dad's taking care of her. And no, see they're asleep." Kurt whispered as a response, looking at his two brothers after his hand shot on the door to prevent them from opening it further.

Despite the door creaking ever more in response to them pressing their weight on it, the three boys ignored the sound as if it fell deaf to their ears. John and Tony batted their eyes in Kurt's hand, struggling to fit their heads in the slight opening to peek inside the room.

"Mommy wee come and hep her." John tried to whisper, mustering out his best composed words. Kurt threw the younger boy a dangerous glare as the words fell of his mouth, ready to scold him for speaking his nonsense so loud.

"Mom's not coming back," Tony managed to speak, confused as ever, before Kurt ever had a chance to open his mouth. "I think."

Kurt sighed, a loud, angered scoff of air escaping his small nostrils. "Mom's dead, we're never seeing her again. Get it brats?" His grip on the door tightened as he spoke, his feet that had been pushing forward to stop himself from bursting, finally giving in to the pain on the fresh wound in his little chest.

"Kuwt is mean!"John mumbled with a tied tongue "Towy, awe we going to see Kuchel again?"

"In the morning, John!"

"I wan to sweep next to dad!"

"Shut your shitty mouths! Dad is sleeping and we'll wake him and Kuchel up!"

On the other side of the door, Levi laid on the bed in a haze, listening carefully to his children lashing out on their inner thoughts to each other. Originally, he would simply ignore the late night stomping of curiosity his sons were engaged in but an itch to his chest prompted him to get up, to open the door and welcome them into the room.

Hange had spoken to him about the significance of bonding time between him and his children now that they had to come to terms with the significant deat of a parental figure; each one of them them was in a crucial stage of their development, meaning they wouldn't take their mother's death in easily, or even similarly. The psychosynthesis of each child was fragile in its own way and right now Hange's theories were turning out to be correct.

Before he knew it he had walked the distance to the door, opening it slowly to let the three children in."Oi, what have I told you about being vulgar?"

The three siblings froze, chubby cheeks puffing at the sides of their puckered lips as they averted their eyes away from their father's gaze in shame. Kurt took a step forward making sure to force his gray eyes to stare into his father's identical ones, only to speak up the words that were threatening to spill from the tip of his tongue as his heartbeat went through the roof.

"I'm sorry dad!"

Levi's hand automatically shot to the boys direction only to come and ruffle tenderly through his dark chocolate locks. His expression softened and his heart sped up at the slight change of demeanor coming from the boy; Kurt immediately wrapped his arms around his legs, pulling him closer to his smaller body. He melted under the touch. It seemed like his sorrows couldn't bear to get worse at the presence of his children.

In less that a second, Tony and John had nuzzled their way to his legs, in turn, hugging him absurdly tight close to them. Hums and soft giggles escaped them as they cheered for the acceptance of their affections. Almost as if they commanded him to, Levi squatted down, allowing them to wrap their arms around his neck and torso. His own hands came to engulf them in the warmth of his chest, pressing their little heads against it.

"John said he wants to sleep with you! I will watch over Kuchel!" Kurt spoke with the most stern tone he could muster, only to deem himself serious enough for his father to take him seriously.

"Hey I don't want to sleep alone!" Tony exhaled.

Levi couldn't help but let out a huff of amusement through his nose. "How about you all hop onto the bed with me?" He questioned, orbs darting around to all three the pairs of eyes that stared back at him "That way no one has to sleep alone!"

Normally, he knew they would cheer in excitement when you'd allow them to sleep in between you, but the heartbreaking contrast to their current reaction served as another reminder that things were never going to be the same.

Their heads were darting down, eyes burning holes at the floor beneath them as they reluctantly agreed to follow him into the room. He could tell John simply mimicked his brothers' reactions by a mere glance at him. The mellow indicator of his anxiety was served in the form of his teeny fingers mingling with the trims of his sleeves. A silent yawn escaped him, causing his chest to swell and fall in tiredness as he refused to rub any sleep away from his eyes. Noticing it, Levi knew he couldn't waste any more time, he quickly ordered them to secure their grips onto him before he picked them up, entering the bedroom once again.

With curiosity written in their faces, once they were securely set onto the matress, the boys silently crawled to the direction of Kuchel's crib, probing themselves at the edge of the wooden railing. Soon enough, Levi joined them; his hands gripped the railing as he rested his head against them, purposely mimicking his sons.

"Dad, will Kuchel die?" Kurt questioned with dark eyes probing in the direction of the newborn baby. The gulp that went down his throat didn't escape Levi's gaze.

"No, she just has stomach aches from the milk she's been drinking."

With skeptically forrowed brows Tony puckered his lips to the side of his cheek as he proceeded his father's words. "So she will stop drinking milk?"

"Not quite," Levi clicked his tongue "We'll find someone to feed her."

"Mommy wee feed her!"

A heavy sigh escaped Levi's lips as John spoke with enthusiasm. His inability to comprehend death was only natural, Levi reminded himself, but that didn't make it any easier for him to cope up with. It would months even years before Levi could explain to him the concept of death in a way that he could understand and come to terms with. For now, he had to settle with his his heartstrings pulling at him as he spoke the familiar indicators to remind John you were no more of "Mommy can't come back to feed her, so we are going to find a wet nurse."

"What's that?" Tony inquired.

"She is someone who will provide milk for Kuchel like I'm providing food for you."

"Oh!" Tony brought a finger at the side of lip as the profound realisation hit him "Like a new mommy? But why does Kuchel get to have a new mommy, doesn't she like our mommy?"

Levi wasn't given a chance to speak his mind, to educate them on the subject of death once again. Their voices were overlapping each others in a panicked state. It wasn't an uncommon thing for them to do in stressful situations; crying in sync as they stuck with each other as a lunatic team when they cried was something he had grown used to in the past few years. He knew how to handle them, but frankly, in this very moment he mentally couldn't.

"D-did Kuchel kill mommy?"

"Can babies kill?"

"Will Kuchel kill us as well? Daddy don't let Kuchel kill you!"

"Kuchel loved mommy" Levi cleared his throat, finally putting an halt to the synchronized silly assumptions that were being spoken "It's not her fault she had complications in birth."

"Then I don't want to give birth either!" A small cry escaped the group of siblings, causing Levi to bring a palm to his forehead. Sometimes, he wished he could explain things to them as you could, because how the hell was he supposed to explain to Tony that he couldn't physically give birth to someone, at this late hour in the night with his head throbbing in worry for the sickling in the crib.

"You really don't have to worry about that!" He spoke, voice flickering in the air as anxiety rushed through him for the upteenth time. "We should sleep, alright?"

The boys reluctantly bobbed their heads up and down in silently nods of agreement to their father's words. Almost in synch, they detached their hands from the crib's railing only to turn around on their knees to sprawl themselves into the vastness of the double sized bed they had always adorned.

Carefully, Levi laid on his side with his head facing Kuchel's crib, just like a few minutes ago. His hand darted inside the crib, his finger wiggling its way to Kuchel's little palm for her to grab onto. As welcoming as ever, the little palm wrapped around his index finger before a flickered breath exited his daughter's small body. Once he had secured that she wasn't going to be awaken by his actions, with his other hand, Levi plopped himself on his back and motioned to the boys to lay around him in the bed.

First John came to rest under his armpit, shifting himself to his liking onto his father's chest, that much until his ebony hair tickled Levi's chin. Levi recognised it as his perfect comfort sleeping position, the one he'd always go for when he'd sleep in your shared bed.

From that point on it only took seconds for the boy to fall asleep to his father's chest falling up and down as he breathed in a steady manner. Tony had managed to nuzzle his way next to John, fast asleep as well as he cuddled up to both his brother and his father.

"You should sleep bratty." Levi shot to Kurt's direction's as he watched him plop himself on his stomach, his head coming to rest above his hands on Levi's hipbone. Although Levi was unsure if Kurt's face seemed to lit up for a fragment of a second at the beloved petname that escaped his lips, he rested positive that he could at least convince the sever year old to give in to sleep.

"No thanks dad" He yawned "I'll watch over Kuchel! You sleep"

"Kuchel is asleep as well, why don't you come lay on my right side and close your eyes."

Kurt seemed puzzled as he examined the choices he was given. The primary instinct to step in father's shoes in order to protect his sister seemed to slowly give in to his need for some well deserved sleep. It would soon take over him completely, he figured as he stared back at his father, so he opted to comply to his father's prompt for sleep.

Besides, having the chance to sleep tight like a baby on his father's chest like his brothers was as important to his childish antics.

Thus, with a shift in his movements he found himself carefully positioned on the right side of his father's body, nose nuzzling just on the underside of Levi's muscled ribs. The question he wanted to shoot at his father remained at the tip of his tongue as sleep mellowy engulfed him.

Levi's stinging eyes felt heavy as his boys cooed peacefully in his embrace. Maybe, just for tonight, he could let himself rest in the presence of his spawns because unbeknownst to them, they had managed to temporarily put his mind and grief at ease.

Maybe just for tonight, he could let you visit him in his sleep and make things perfect again even for as long as a dream lasted. And maybe when he'd wake up Kuchel would be perfectly fine again and his sons wouldn't be drowning in melancholy and confusion and maybe he wouldn't have to spend the rest of his days wishing your bed could hold six sleeping bodies instead of five.

Tags: @levisbrat25 @alrightberries (that's also a special birthday gift to you I'm sorry it's so sad don't kill me 💀👉🏻👈🏻) @ladyofpandemonium @nobody-knows-anymore @miss-consulting-timelord

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi #levi x y/n #levi x you #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman imagine #levi imagine #levi x reader imagine #levi heichou #captain levi #captain levi x reader #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan imagines #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #shingeki no kyojin imagine #snk imagine #snk imagines #aot imagine #aot imagines #angst #ackerbabies

[toasteaa]

Omg your wedding hcs were so pretty ♡ Do you have any hcs about which of the Bucci Gang would want kids/how many? I have total baby fever aaa

Good morning, anon!

This is something I definitely think and talk about with friends about because of a few self ships we have! Here's some baby fever fuel for you 💕

Bruno Bucciarati

As an only child and forced to grow up much faster than anyone should ever have to, Bruno was very lonely in his childhood life outside of time he would spend with his father.

Due to this, he would love nothing more than to have a large family and often thinks about what it may have been like if he'd never joined Passione and settled down instead.

Very good with children; he's a natural when it comes to calming them down and making them laugh. Baby fever usually strikes him afterwards and sticks with him for hours on end.

Ideally, he would love to have 4 to 5 kids but the chance of having any kids at all is enough to make his heart impossibly full!

Leone Abbacchio

Had two siblings growing up; he was the oldest of the three and took on a protective mentality of his little sisters. He loves them dearly and thinks about what it was like with them when he allows himself to think about having kids.

It's not something he's really thought about at length since he was an officer. At one point in time, he thought he'd meet someone and settle down, but Passione changed that.

Children make him nervous, or I should say, his inexperience with children makes him nervous. He worries about being a good enough father for his children as his own upbringing was...questionable at best.

He wouldn't want many children, perhaps 1 or 2, but he would love to have at least one little girl.

Guido Mista

Already a father; have you seen how he is with Sex Pistols? Have you seen how they are with him?? Additionally, he came from a large family, about 6 or 7 kids in total, and often had to watch over his younger siblings, so he's got experience.

Has thought about having a family in passing, but just like getting married, it's not something he's put much thought into. If he does end up with someone that would want to have kids with him though, he'd be thrilled!

His skill with kids is almost parallel to Bruno in all honesty! He knows how to make kids laugh and knows when they need extra attention. His upbringing kept him on his toes, so he's surprisingly composed around even the most chaotic children.

That being said, Mista would still only want up to 3 kids, for obvious reasons.

Narancia Ghirga

Asking Narancia is he wants kids is like asking a fish if it needs water to live. He would love to have kids eventually!

He thinks about it more when he's joking around with the rest of the team or even by himself watching Aerosmith glide and twist around in the sky. If he had kids that could see his Stand, then they could play almost all the time!

As much as he would like kids, he's not the best with kids. He's only 17 and hasn't had much proper training in anything, so he would need a lot of help if he was ever going to be a father. Luckily, he has people in his life that would be willing to help him whenever he needs it.

When he thinks more on it, Narancia would like a smaller family with 1 to 3 kids. Any more seems like too much of a handful to him.

Pannacotta Fugo

Unfortunately, I don't think Fugo would ever want kids himself as they're a responsibility that he wouldn't really want to take on while being a part of Passione. He already views Narancia as a younger brother as well as a teammate and that's enough for him.

However, as protective and cautious as he is, he would be a wonderful uncle!

Never, ever brings Purple Haze out if children could be around. It's one of the main reasons he doesn't want kids. He could never forgive himself if PH, or he by extension, did something to take their life.

Giorno Giovanna

Like Bruno, Giorno was an only child growing up, but he never got to experience a loving relationship from any of his parents. He didn't receive that kind of familial care until he was 15 and a fully accepted member of Bruno's team and it has left a major impact on him.

Thinks about having kids in passing; he wouldn't really want to have kids in the present Napoli environment and would much rather put those thoughts to the side until after he's established himself and completed his goal to become a Gang Star ™️.

As a calm and careful presence, Giorno is decent with kids but, like Narancia, would give in at the slightest pout or hint of puppy dog eyes. He'd spoil his kids rotten if he could.

Would probably only want 1 child. He'd want to give them all of the love and care he never received as a child and would constantly have them around him.

✨+ Bonus: Trish Una!✨

Having never had a father figure in her life until she was 15, Trish is very biased in how and when she would like to have kids.

Very often thinks about having kids in the future because she thinks about the childhood she had on Sardinia with her mother. Those were some of her fondest memories and she would love nothing more than to be able to live through that again.

Would absolutely spoil her kids in public but scold them in private if they took things too far. She loves freedom and choices, but she knows when enough is enough. Would go to Bruno and Leone for advice when she feels like she isn't being a good mother.

She hasn't thought about how many kids she would like to have, but memories of her mother prompt her into wanting only 1 child. That may change in the future, but for now she just has those rosy memories as reference.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba part 5 #vento aureo #golden wind #jjba headcanons #team bucciarati #team buccellati #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #leone abbacchio #jjba abbacchio #guido mista #jjba mista #narancia ghirga #jjba narancia #pannacotta fugo #jjba fugo #giorno giovanna #jjba giorno #trish una #jjba trish #anon ask #toast talks