#ultimate little ground gremlin now

[bettysupremacy]

Family Video blues

Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader

Summary: With family videos broken AC, Steve has to take care of his poor heat exhausted girlfriend.

Warnings: food and mentions of eating, not drinking enough water, horrible summer heat, cursing, fem! reader, tooth rotting fluff, kind of sick! Reader maybe? Tell me if there’s more!

A/N: would you believe me if I told you this was supposed to be a completely different fic, but I got too caught up in Steve taking care of her? So here’s this love letter to my beloved Steve Harrington.

1.2k words, kinda short.

Cold AC is the only thing forgiving about working at Family Video during the summer. She could be out shopping with Max, or swimming with Robin, but no, she’s stuck in Family Videos horror section putting away returns.

Cold AC is the only thing forgiving about working at family video during the summer, but the AC broke three days ago.

Sweat trickles down her neck as she looks for the correct spot to put Gremlins, eyes scanning over the rows and rows of G horror movies. Keith insisted that they keep the movies in alphabetical order.

“Goddammit,” It comes out as a murmur, not wanting to disturb Robin and Steve, not wanting to pass her bad mood to her innocent coworkers, but ultimately she gives up, stuffing it between Godzilla: King of The Monster and Godzilla Raids Again.

It’s so hot in this goddamn store, she’s afraid the tapes will melt. Can they do that?

The heat seeps into her head making her brain foggy, so she grabs a new tape and sinks to her knees for a little reprieve.

When was the last time she drank water?

Alien. The new tape she grabbed is Alien, and she’s on the ground kneeling next to the fucking Z section. Her forehead makes slow contact with the metal holding the movies, it’s warm, and the VHS cover of Alien sitting in her lap mocks her. Bold, white, A, reminding her that she needs to stand up.

Someone cruelly flicks cold water onto her neck. She tenses up rigidly before turning her head.

“You hot, baby?” Steve stands over her, stainless steel water bottle popped open guiltily. “You feelin okay?”

The ice sloshes as he crouches next to her, gently ripping Alien from her grip, and looking at the big fat Z painted over the section she’s sitting in.

His big warm hand comes up to her forehead. “Have you drank enough water today? It’s really hot in here.”

“No.”

“No?” He hands his water bottle to her, mumbling “Drink a little more.” when she pulls it from her lips, and smiling when she listens.

“Let’s take lunch break.”

“What about Rob?”

Steve looks around the empty store warily. “I think Rob’ll manage.”

“You think?”

“Definitely.” The kiss he presses to her forehead is warm, but not unwelcome. She leans into his touch, frowning when he pulls back to help her up.

The employees only room is significantly cooler than the rest of the store. A box fan, that Steve bought, rests in the corner. Goosebumps rise to the skin of her arms immediately, and Steve smiles at the way she shivers.

“What’d you bring for lunch, babe?” He pulls a strand of sweat sticky hair from her forehead.

She shy’s away from his hand, “Forgot.”

“My girl forgot her lunch?” He tsks, pulling out the brown sack of lunch he brought today. “Are you hungry?”

“A little.” She could cry at the way Steve is treating her right now, with such love and affection.

“Enough for a sandwich? Or just my chips?”

“I don’t wanna eat your lunch, Stevie.”

“Please.”

“What will you eat?”

Steve knows she won’t eat his food, not unless he eats with her, and he doesn’t want to be the reason guilt gnaws at her stomach. “You get half the sandwich and I’ll get the other half, okay?”

She looks hesitant.

“And I’ll share the chips. God forbid you eat the whole bag without me.”

She doesn’t smile very much, and he wasn’t expecting her to, but the twitch in the corner of her lips is a success in his books.

“Come sit on my lap.” She shakes her head no. “At least sit next to me.”

She moves to pull her chair out, but he moves quicker and pulls it closer to him. Steve recounts an old story as they eat together. Her soft responds in all the right places gets him every time.

“-And he was in the kitchen mixing a drink!”

“But he told you he was out of town? That’s so rude.”

“Exactly!”

When they’re almost finished, he fishes the rest of the zips out of the bag and dumps them on her zip lock bag, accepting it when she lifts one up to his mouth. He lifts one up to her mouth and she turns her head.

“Um, no? You can’t feed me but deny me feeding you? Eat the chip.“

She giggles at the offense dripping from his voice, turning her head farther away. He grabs her cheeks in his left hand, managing to get her to look at him, while his right hand holds the chip.

“Eat the chip.”

Her shoulders are shaking with silent giggles as he looks at her very mock sternly.

“Eat it.” He bites back a laugh.

She accepts the chip into her mouth, letting her giggles get louder when he drops his hand from her face. A fond smile works it’s way onto his lips as he watches her laugh.

“There’s my smiley girl, where’s she been?”

“Waiting in the AC.”

“Oh, makes sense. Will she come out with me to finish putting the horror returns away?”

“I’m putting the horror returns away, you’re doing romance.”

“What? I can’t help you and then do my own?”

“Keith will get mad.”

“Keith’s always mad about something.”

She huffs out indignantly, looking away. Steve can’t stand the couple seconds that her eyes aren’t on him. He taps her cheek twice.

“Let me come help, please? If not for your sake, for Keith’s sake. I’m sure he doesn’t want to see Alien in the Z section.”

He can’t help but laugh when he watches her jaw drop. “You’re using that against me? I was hot. I was dying from..”

“Heatstroke?”

“Heatstroke!”

“Heat exhaustion?”

“Maybe!”

He giggles boyishly. It drips with a sticky fondness that has her facade crumbling.

“C’mere.” He reaches his arms out wide for her, and this time she doesn’t deny him of her sitting on his lap. Arms wrapped around each other languidly, their shirts cling to each other’s sweaty skin. “Gimme a kiss.”

She doesn’t deny him of that either.

“You gotta tell me when you’re not feeling so hot.” He rests his forehead to her temple.

“I was feeling really hot.”

His nose nudges hers, “You know what I mean.”

She nods, closing her eyes and accepting the kiss he presses to the corner of her mouth.

“Jus’ wanna take care of you.”

She wraps her arms a little tighter around his neck, nuzzling her nose into the side of his neck. She wishes she could kiss it. She does.

He preens delightedly, so she does it again.

“Love you.”

“Love you more.”

He presses her lips into her hair, silently shaking his head no.

“Oh my god, are you for real?” They look up to see Robin standing in the doorway, lunch box in hand. “How could you cuddle in these temperatures? Fucking disgusting I tell you.”

She sits across from them, shoving their lunch garbage out of the way to stick her own down.

“Oh yeah, just move our shit Robs.”

“Okay.” She pushes the chip bag away from her.

The look he gives Y/N is coated in bafflement, but he can’t keep it on his face when he sees her shoulders shaking in silent giggles again. He leans down to press a sticky kiss to her lips.

“I’m eating here.”

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #Steve Harrington #steve harrington imagine #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington blurb #Steve Harrington x reader fluff #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington x you #steve x you #Steve Harrington x fem! reader

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

@mintsilhouette​

I blame you for this. Tiny Tio time! 😁

Bruno knew he was short. He was all too aware of it, thanks. He’d never been in denial about it and, most of the time, it didn’t bother him. It was just a fact of life. Both of his sisters were bigger than him, his mamá only ended up shorter than him in her old age; Agustín towered over him and Félix was the same height as him. Many people told him that Pedro had been tall too.

The real insult was that the kids were taller than him.

Frankly, it was the nail in the coffin, the last slap in the face from God Himself, the ultimate evidence that Bruno had terrible luck. Before he vanished, Isabela and Dolores were already well on their way to being taller than him (Isa, at age 12, had nearly been eye-level with him) and God knew Luisa was easily the tallest member of the family.

But Mirabel? His dear, sweet Mirabel, who’d never harm a fly? 

This was injustice.

“I’m disowning you,” Bruno informed her flatly. Just before her sixteenth birthday, she’d hit one last growth spurt and now she was the same height as Julieta. Taller than Bruno.

Thanks for nothing, genetics.

“Sorry, Tio,” Mirabel laughed. She wasn’t sorry at all, the traitor. Camilo lounged against the counter with a smug grin; he was nearly the same height as Agustín now.

At least he looked a lot less smug when Bruno slapped him with a dish towel.

“Ay, come on!” Camilo groaned, rubbing his arm. “It’s not our fault you’re short! Blame Abuela!”

“I do,” Bruno said, nose in the air. “And whichever family member I inherited the short genes from. And Pepa.” He jerked his head at his sister, who was snickering shamelessly. “She definitely stole all the tall genes.”

“Get born faster next time,” Pepa said, patting him on the head.

“That doesn’t even make any sense, Pepa!”

“Your face doesn’t make any sense.”

Bruno’s eyes narrowed. “Your dress is ugly.”

Thunder rumbled. “You take that back!”

“How old are you two again?” Mirabel asked, arms crossed. Camilo was right back to looking unbearably smug.

By that point, Pepa had him in a headlock and Bruno resigned himself to his fate. Everyone in this damn house was taller than him except Félix and Antonio.

Sighing, Bruno glanced at Antonio who was giggling hysterically over their antics. “You won’t get taller than me, right, Tonito?” he asked.

“I’ll try not to!” Antonio said earnestly, eyes big and shiny. Did Bruno mention he’d simply die and kill for that child? Because he would, no hesitation. 

Bless Antonio’s heart, he actually meant that he’d try and stay short. He even asked Félix for tips on how to be short at dinner, which made Félix gape at him wordlessly and the rest of the family (even Alma) burst out laughing.

But Bruno was Bruno. The world had a way of mocking him.

An involuntary vision hit right after dinner; he was dimly aware of someone catching him before he could hit the ground, green took over everything and...

There was a very tall young man, walking by Luisa. He had thick curly hair and a bright, happy grin; round eyes and a gentle disposition. He had a whole pack of animals following him and a jaguar at his side.

Bruno came back to reality and groaned tiredly. For once, it wasn’t because the vision had worn him out.

“Ay, Tonito,” he sighed. “You’re going to betray me, little guy.”

“Oh no!” Antonio’s eyes watered and he grabbed at Bruno, trying to pull him from Julieta’s arms. “Tio, what did I do?”

Bruno looked him dead in the eye. “You’re going to be 6′3″ you not-so-little traitor.”

“What!?” Camilo sounded completely indignant. “Are you kidding me!?”

“Ooh!” Antonio just looked impressed.

“You’re welcome, bébé,” Pepa said, cuddling Antonio. 

“I’m sorry, Tio Bruno,” Antonio said with a little pout. “I can still try to be short. We can make a secret short club!”

How a complete gremlin like Pepa and a master of chaos like Félix had an angel like Antonio, Bruno would never understand.

The last of the vision headache started to clear away and Bruno was quick to snatch Antonio from Pepa, lifting him straight up into his arms. Antonio giggled and wrapped around him like a monkey. May as well get all the cuddles he could in, before Antonio inevitably towered over them all.

“I don’t think it’s secret if you announce it, Antonio,” Bruno said fondly, trying to bite back a grin. “But thanks for the offer.”

#bruno madrigal is a short king #mintsilhouette #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #mirabel madrigal #pepa madrigal #camilo madrigal #felix madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #julieta madrigal #luisa madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #alma madrigal #agustin madrigal #we talk about bruno #encanto #snippet #my writing #encanto fanfic #we stan antonio in this house #i love them your honour #bruno and his merry band of niblings #bruno and his gremlin children #best uncle bruno madrigal #actual angel antonio madrigal #la familia madrigal #madrigal family shenanigans

[pjunicornart]

Bubblegum Lewis

The final one of Rosey's Scouts is here! And this one is the most chaotic.

Bio: Bubblegum is the most chaotic of the Scouts. He's constantly moving from AU to AU, playing harmless little pranks or putting on a little show for anyone around to see. Because he loves being the center of attention and having eyes on him. Of course, sometimes he goes over board with his behavior. That's what therapy is for! Much like his brother Candy, he too is obsessed with an odd body part. He's obsessed with teeth.

Basic Info Nicknames: BB, Gummy, Robot, Toothy Age: 19 Height: 5'5" Gender Identity: Cisgender (male, he/him) Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Medical Issues: Histrionic Personality Disorder (HPD) [getting treatment], Mild Nearsightedness, Astigmatism Can't Leave the House Without: Satchel, Mimic Teeth, Gum, Back-up glasses, Phone, Microphone

Relationships Rosey - Mother, good Cupcake - Sibling, really good Studio - Sibling, likes to annoy them Candy - Sibling, they are the chaos gremlins Rainbow - Sibling, teases him Pajama - Sibling, never knows when to dial it back

Powers Mimic Teeth - These are teeth he formed from interacting with things and people from all across the multiverses. When he holds one of these colorful teeth, he sounds just like the thing it formed from. As long as he's holding it, he can fool anyone. Sing Along - Bubblegum can put people in a trance by singing a few simple special notes. After hearing this, enemies are stuck under his command. He can make them sing and sway to a song he creates - or make them attack other enemies. All from using a microphone. Gummy Bubbles - He can chew a special type of bubblegum which floats and targets enemies to encase in a bubble of gum. Gummy Traps - That special bubblegum can also be used to trap enemies. All he has to do is fling it onto the ground and let it work it's magic. Screech - Since his voice is rather unique, he can perform an ungodly, computer sounding screech with ease. This knocks enemies back or stuns them. Loose Tooth - This is how Bubblegum forms those Mimic Teeth. All he has to do is attentively listen to sound of someone or something, then one of his teeth falls out. Now he has a new pranking tool. Don't worry, his teeth grow back seconds after.

Miscellaneous Little Facts - Bubblegum is the only one in his family that loves soda. - He was inspired by the song "SWEETSWEETSWEETLIKEBUBBLEGUM" by Six Impala. - He sounds like a vocaloid when he talks and sings, twangs and all. That's why his voice is "unique". - A good frame of reference for what he'd possibly sound like is the vocals for "EEEAAAOOO" by Patricia Taxxon. - His wardrobe mainly consists of tight or revealing clothes. - Bubblegum and Candy enjoy being mild menaces to many societies together. - Yes, that's his natural hair color. - He hates vegetables. He tolerates them if they're fried. - Bubblegum is very secure with his looks. You will never hear him complain about his body. - He's almost never seen not chewing gum. - Bubblegum had a problem with bed wetting until he was twelve, which his siblings never let him live down. - They also never let him live down the fact that he's a massive klutz when he's just loafing around the house. - His ultimate comfort food is tater tots. - He does not currently have a crush on anyone, but he wants a boyfriend. - He loves a nice spa day. - Bubblegum doesn't have one specific multiverse that he likes to visit a lot.

And with that, all of the Scouts have been introduced! (JK, there's still more, lol.) If this is the first one you've seen, check out Bubblegum's siblings and mom! Candy... Studio... Cupcake... Rainbow... Pajama... Rosey...

#art #my art #digital art #meet the robinsons #lewis robinson #bubblegum #rosey's scouts

[synonymroll648]

hi yes i just wanted to say it's a joy to see another Ruewen stan (Grady and Edaline are my favorite characters and I a have to scroll for an eternity to find the slightest content on them their story is so devastating I LOVE IT.)

my dude, the ruewens are such complex and interesting characters. of course i stan them. and you're right, it's sad to see that people skip out on how fascinating they are. [warning: i rambled a l o t about them so i put my screaming under the cut.]

on a surface level, grady's the overprotective dad, but once you dive deeper, you see a lot more. you see that he used to be a signature problem child. you see that his ability messed him up in the head for a while. you see that it still haunts him today, even though it's been centuries since bronte pulled him off the wrong path - take the facility fight in nightfall, for example. when he tells sophie never again after she enhances him. you can see that while he has a reputation of being a father figure that's scary towards anyone that poses a threat to his kid(s), he's scared of himself, too. possibly more so than everyone else. you can see that instead of running away from himself, he stands his ground. he stays where he's needed. he's stubborn sometimes, like with how it took a while for sophie to convince him the black swan wasn't as bad as he thought, but he's open to change when he sees good reason. if he needs to change something about himself in order to be a better person towards the people he loves, he'll do it. he's also one of the only adults in this series that sees the kids as kids first, not soldiers. and so he's one of the only adults that'll throw himself in the front lines and shove the kids back, because they're kids and he's not and he can do it. he can do anything for them, because he's a dad and that's what good dads do.

edaline's a lot more complex than people realize at first glance, too. at first, we just think of her as the sweet mom. but she's a lot more than that. she's a sister. she's a sister to an ambitious froster that decided i don't care what the rules say, i'll love whoever i want. i think a lot of people forget that edaline watched pretty much all of kesline's early relationship in real time. she heard all the whispers and rumors. she saw all the turned backs and glares. and it seems safe to say that she held her sister's hand when kesler wasn't there to, right? and while it's clear that juline's definitely a lot more bold about how she expresses her emotions sometimes - take that time she bitch slapped forkle for not bringing dex back in book 1 (AS SHE SHOULD'VE), for example. we've never seen edaline go that far, but let's be real, she totally could. she's a talented conjurer whose limits seem to be pretty extensive - with sophie's enhancing, she was able to conjure away falling boulders before they hit the ground in book 5. while she was running. also, she's better than grady at wrangling literal dinosaurs. she may be soft-spoken and appear fragile from how grief over jolie wrecked her so thoroughly for almost twenty years, but she's strong. she's strong physically and mentally, on top of giving excellent hugs and being a good mom to anyone who needs it.

now, speaking of jolie - jolie is extremely underrated. i have to give shannon credit for fleshing out a character that died pre-canon well enough that it makes some of us readers, who don't even know her as well as the author because she gets very little page time, go insane over jolie's story nonetheless. jolie ruewen's reputation now is one of a tragedy; even her name means beautiful ruin, as was succinctly discussed here. but there was more to her story than its ending. she loved parties and dresses and cosmetics. she was scared of shadows, at least when she was little. vertina was her best friend, her ultimate confidant. she was a huge gremlin fan - which, of course, is where we start to get into the sadder parts of her story. she met brant when they were kids because they wanted the same gremlin, and they ended up being best friends. who shared custody of the gremlin, if i recall correctly. they were best friends who fell in love somewhere along the way. they loved each other enough that they were willing to push through the stigmas and rumors over them being a bad match, just for each other. they loved each other enough that they were willing to maintain a strong long distance relationship while jolie was in the elite levels. and they almost made it. they were going to get married - we see evidence of it in edaline's office (The Room Where Stuff Goes to Die, if that rings a bell), with all the butterfly themed wedding decorations. but then, of course, rebellion involvements between the two of them respectively mixed disastrously. jolie tried being a double agent between the black swan and the neverseen, and when she saw that the neverseen were destroying the person she'd fallen in love with, her efforts of pulling him out of the wreckage were rewarded by him burning her alive. killing her before she got the ending she deserved.

and all of the ideas i crammed into those three ridiculously long paragraphs aren't exhaustive of who they were as people. they only talk about the canon bits of them we see; they don't even include how they affect each other. how edaline still remembers all of jolie's favorite desserts, because she's a mother and mothers don't forget. how part of why grady is so protective of sophie, his second daughter, his second chance, is because he can't lose her like he lost jolie. how jolie had grady's hair and edaline's eyes. how they waited almost twenty years to turn jolie's room into something new, because it hurt too much to change anything about it back then. and then, of course, there's how sophie fits into it all - how she felt like she could never measure up to jolie for so long, how it seems like vertina will never care about her the way she cared about jolie (not that it seems like either of them mind that); how jolie cared about project moonlark even if she never met sophie, how sophie spent months trying to bring justice to a girl she never met, to a girl that all she really knew about was that she was loved and deserved better.

canon tells us a lot about the ruewens, but the ruewens are so fascinating that it doesn't feel like enough. which is where fanon should come in, but alas, it seems like us avid ruewen stans are few and far enough in between that we're gonna have to make the content we want ourselves.

tl; dr: i, too, am a ruewen stan lmao

#ask #twisted-stan-account #kotlc ruewens #grady ruewen #edaline ruewen #jolie ruewen #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #these guys give me such big brainworms smh #ask to tag

[variousqueerthings]

I’ve watched “as time goes by”

which leaves “goodbye, farewell, and amen”

which I will be watching tomorrow 

and then I will be a mess the following week at least 

but before that, maybe it’s time for a quick review of the last episode + overall the show for me at this point

1. as time goes by

I really enjoyed this episode, and add it to the list of ones that fit well into this final season. We heard three names: Radar, Blake, Frank Burns, and there’s something interesting about the nature of leaving something of Radar’s and Henry’s in the time capsule, but not for Frank

on the one hand, of course it was because none of them liked Frank and didn’t want to give him the respect, but on the other he’s the only one that got to leave without some symbolic loss (I say that, he fully lost Margaret, but she’s more than a symbol and will not be buried in the ground for 100 years!)

Radar’s innocence and Henry’s life, left in Korea. Interesting that they didn’t leave anything of Trapper’s or mention his name. It would have been Hawkeye’s job to do so, and sure, I’ll read too much into it 

youknow, I was almost kinda saddened that Charles was just messing with Rizzo, for a moment I genuinely believed him -- not that I don’t think he’s a far superior gremlin to BJ, but youknow... imagines if he’d genuinely had that instinct

Hawkeye ending up genuinely helping Margaret was good for me personally -- I do think, now I’m near the end of the story -- that they definitively have my favourite friendship on the show and I was missing seeing it much after s8. They get each other better than anyone else + bring out better, more thoughtful people, when they want to

I knew Rosalind Chao would arrive at some point! and here she is! I assume she’ll be sticking around for the finale too, which is interesting. My guess is she’s going to end up with Klinger, but who knows with this show, it doesn’t tend to take the romantic happiness route. But if anybody has that sort of character, it’s Klinger! 

funnily enough, she’s one of the only things that’s making me a little more relaxed about the finale, because she’s a brand new character, which means for her the finale is more like the main gist of the narrative

 I’m pleased that this is the second-to-last episode -- not so intense overall (although with Soon-Lee for a bit there), gives a lot of callbacks to the story and the characters, Margaret is giving me that “I need to get an A+ in being remembered in 100 years, something that is normal to want and possible to achieve” vibe that makes me love her, and Hawkeye is both ribbing her, but ultimately there to support

and Radar’s teddy-bear stays in Korea

2. s11

Overall s11 happened very much like I expected it to -- it relatively continued to be one-off episodes with the odd wrapping up of little things here and there (the time capsule, Hawkeye vs that general which is gonna be stuck in my head forever, potter’s mortgage being paid off) and both Kellye and Rizzo got to spend a little more time at the forefront, which was nice to see

it was hard for me to engage with the episodes that didn’t have some kind of thematic or character furthering device I could latch onto, because I was so fixated on how near the end this is, but alas, that’s syndication and you’re meant to just be able to watch them, I get it. Maybe on my second go-through it’ll be easier for me to focus on s10+11 without the countdown of episodes left in my head running (but also... maybe not... I always react strongly to endings -- I watch lotr every year and cry the same amount every time)

3. all of it

may end up just making a whole other post about all of it, and probably not until me head’s on a little straighter and I’m not still stuck in the middle of feelings, but what a strange experience to watch something that’s been around for quite awhile and isn’t exactly an under-appreciated show, but at the same time was never really on my radar until this year -- I feel like I’ve been let in on the world’s worst kept secret 

I’m also currently rewatching it and am near the end of s4, so I need to get on with the single-season rundowns of s2+3, which I haven’t gotten around to yet. what can I say, my process is to write out how I feel, so many more words will happen

there’s also something interesting about watching this right now in the landscape of tv, in which the ability to make anything -- never mind something that’s 11 seasons -- is severely curtailed and monopolized. I’ve watched a fair few things pre-2000s (mainly star trek), but really getting to spend time with a theme, watching it get poked and prodded and dealt with in so many ways throughout the story (and thinking that there are things I wish I had seen more of, like more perspectives from Korean characters, more episodes about Margaret’s increasingly complex relationship to the army, any episode that gives us a new Charles detail, idk... couple more with Sid, RIP we’ll never get that deep-dive into wtf is wrong with BJ) is something you don’t really get the opportunity to do these days. 

I have been somewhat exhausted by every time a new show is the Biggest Best Most Exhilarating Thing lately, so I think I’ll stick around the 60s-80s for a bit (I haven’t watched Columbo since I was a kid and I’ve never seen Magnum P.I.) 

what an odd time this has been. think it was the exact right moment for me to watch this.

#im watching MASH #MASH season 11 #hawkeye pierce #max klinger #radar o'reilly #soon-lee #charles winchester #margaret houlihan #sherman potter #henry blake #bj hunnicutt #frank burns #(lol ok i was writing out *soon-lee* and it autosuggested soon-lee klinger --- I THINK im on the right track with my above guess) #(spoiled by the tag autosuggestion) #MASH

[vespertin-y]

more liveblogging YIPPEE!! this time it’s the first half of ch1′s daily life.

-”monokuma will never directly commit a murder” bro don’t you threaten to kill all of them like two days from now??

-himiko’s vibrating sprite 😭 she is my spirit animal truly

-oh, shuichi and rantaro’s dynamic is GREAT. shuichi pulls kaede aside to ask if she thinks an ultimate talent is “really something you can forget” and iirc rantaro says he thinks shuichi is the most suspicious person in his FTEs - they both clearly suspect the other of being the ringleader and it’s fantastic. especially since their shared fondness for kaede makes them interact more than they’d probably like.

-we meet again, manhole gonta cg, we meet again. you have not gotten any prettier.

-kokichi’s first instinct when faced with a big hollow place is to yodel, and honestly same. echos r fun okay!!

-rantaro gets so much snarkier upon rewatch - you realize how much of his dialogue is just taking the piss. him saying “oh, how considerate” when they find the exit sign still makes me giggle.

-kaito thinking kaede is the COOLEST WOMAN ON EARTH and kaede thinking he’s sooo lame is such an underrated dynamic. “gimme a hug!” “no 💖” lives in my head rent free.

-kokichi’s speech after the death road of despair is what made me sit up and take interest in him and in kaede as characters and it still holds up so good hpsuhag,,,,i don’t have a ton of bigbrain thoughts about it but please know i am thinking about high empathy/low compassion kokichi and low empathy/high compassion kaede every single day. autistic queens.

-kokichi literally just says they need to find another way out and rantaro’s immediately like “murder?? you want to do a murder, you little gremlin????” then tenko freaks out, kokichi tells her to chill, and she threatens to smash his head into the ground!? it seems to me that the writers had a set dynamic between kokichi and the rest of the group, but forgot that by this point in the story they haven’t written anything to justify it - even with rantaro’s paranoia and tenko’s anger issues, this is excessive. HILARIOUSLY, this makes the scene read as his fucking jonker origin story. tenko, you fool, you should’ve taken the bubblegum...! look what you’ve gotten us all into...!

-the dorm rooms are INSANELY swanky. i’d want to live there, if not for the...everything else......

-them having tons of copies of the same outfit is so funny. tsumugi put her heart and soul into those costumes and you WILL wear them.

-that’s the end of day one! i’ll be keeping track of them, just so you all can understand how RIDICULOUS v3′s timeline is.

-i once saw someone point out that there was zero reason for maki not to take the first blood perk, and now that HAUNTS me. she would only be responsible for one death since there’s no class trial, and we know that ever after five chapters of ✨bonding✨ she’s still willing to murder all her “friends” in a petty revenge plot, and she’s supposed to be willing to do ANYTHING to keep her orphanage from going under. completely irrelevantly, did you know maki being an assassin was actually added later in development than kaede being the first killer?

-despite him definitely knowing that monokuma isn’t really dead, kokichi insists wholeheartedly that the killing game is “cancelled” - it’s one of his more obvious ploys imo. even if it can only delay deaths for a day or so, he’s willing to throw all his acting chops behind it.

-you know that meme that goes “god made me mentally ill to nerf me”? that’s shuichi. he’s a side character that becomes the protagonist. he has a plan to catch the mastermind in CHAPTER ONE. he is breaking the danganronpa formula so bad. tsumugi had to pump him full of depression or else he would have crushed her show like a nut on day one. the detective. he destroyed his narrative. yes. YES. the detective is out.

-KAEDE TOLD MIU TO SHUT THE HELL UP...u know it’s serious when u get *kaede* to curse omg

-”hey,do you think this door is connected to monokuma somehow?” “i think it might.” and here we get our first reminder that v3 was translated by character, not by scene. the translators mostly stuck to their individual character’s dialogue without much communication, and it leaves lots of little blips like this.

-and so day two ends!

-the way they just...take the wind right out of monokuma’s sails is so funny. he’s so excited for this yokai gimmick!! and then miu tells him to get hit by a second car, tsumugi complains that his outfit is bad, and korekiyo starts explaining the difference between ghosts and yokai in excruciating detail. monokuma’s one weakness: pretentious teenage nerds...!

-the additional time-limit motive doesn’t make sense to me when it’s been ONE DAY since he introduced the first one!? it feels like a last resort, something to be used after they refused to take the bait. fits much better with a more stretched-out timeline, where they were in the school for a month or so with no murder before monokuma snapped and told them to kill or else.

-rantaro questions if he can even trust himself because of his missing memories. of course WE know he’s not gonna get hajime’d, but it’s a reasonable fear!

-”that’s why i didn’t want to talk about this in front of everyone...if we told them now, they might all try to find the mastermind, and be led to murder. that’s why...i could only tell you, kaede.” oh, shuichi......(┬┬﹏┬┬) kaede just goes dead silent after this too, before changing the subject. she doesn’t have a murder plan yet - she can’t have one, not before they’ve gone to the warehouse - but she’s certainly Considering Options.

-there’s part one of daily life! like and subscribe, i’ll be posting the second half momentarily :]

#dr #mem liveblogs

[faroreswinds]

I read your post with the interview additions from renisfan and my mind is BOGGLED. I simply cannot understand it in any way. Outside of a few fans who only care about the lions and don’t want to play the other routes (and dislike byleth i guess), or (eugh) the ones who unironically cheer on imperialism-chan and her clone, not to mention hating the cabbage patch church, i don’t see how anyone is 100% satisfied with the decisions the devs made. And from the interview, it’s because nothing makes any damn sense.

For starters, musou is supposed to be purely a silly fanservice vehicle for players to hack and slash their way through enemies, plot be damned. But this musou was chosen, for some reason, as the way for kt/intsys to add all the things they wanted to put in houses but couldn’t? Why is a musou game part of the canon? I already told you about my acquaintance with the burning hatred for aoc and how he said it made him feel like it completely invalidated botw if all it took for things to be solved was The Stupid Fucking Egg (per his acronym in Spanish) doing timey wimey shit. And I can now totally understand his feelings plus the anons you got about houses fans saying that their experience was invalidated.

Why add all this to a musou game? Why didn’t they just pull a botw and delay longer to let the original houses bake properly in the oven? The demo footage for the next mainline Zelda game was announced in like, 2013, and it was delayed for years until botw showed up with a radically different look and style, and it became a smash hit. So why the rush to push out houses? Would the devs still have wanted to add all the stuff that was cut out back then if it houses didn’t become as popular as it did?

And even so, with the added time (and funds and the added benefit of the explosion in popularity houses had after its debut), how was it possible that kt/intsys still managed to make another mess?

How did houses show edelgard as the clear villain and aggressor in 3 out of 4 routes (cf notwithstanding) but nopes now whitewashes her, plays her rhetoric straight, and gives her a moral high ground? And still removes her agency?

Why was monica given the personality a disguised kronya used in houses when characters in houses commented it was strange of her to act that way? And why turn monica into another sycophant for edelgard?

How did the devs acknowledge that vw was copy pasted from ss (and i say this as a claude and golden deer fan), yet not only lied about gw being focused on almyra, but basically turned it into a copy of sb? To say nothing of how contradictory Claude’s entire character turned out (and that’s me putting it nicely)?

How is it that two routes of out three spend a significant amount of time shitting on faerghus, and even in ag there are moments where the kingdom is castigated for responding rationally to an invading force trying to conquer it?

Or that, again, in 3/4 houses routes the church is shown as a victim of the evil mole people and the empire…but nopes, despite showing the church as being clearly good people, also does nothing to contradict the constant shit lobbed their way? Why do even devout characters like Judith go along with this when stuff like dialogue in gw shows the central church is not seen as a major concern by many, much less a threat? Or that all that talk about cutting room floor content they wanted to use for lore somehow doesn’t extend to the church? Hell, they’re not even playable outside ng+! And the way Rhea dies in sb/gw is just plain insulting!

Why does sothis have all her memories in nopes yet refuses to explain anything when she gets screen time? Why was she changed from a sassy and snappy but ultimately caring head gremlin to a mean, gaslighting, controlling little tulpa? And why doesn’t she speak up about her family???

Are the devs aware of all the fuckery pulled by the localisation team in houses, like adding blatantly untrue clauses to the book of seiros tenets to make the church look bad, and how that continued in nopes? (Judging from the way the church is treated in nopes, i don’t think they care, which is very oof)

How do the evil mole people (except cornelia/cleobulus, because ag dodged the idiot ball) still look dumb even though their existence and moustache twirling antics are out in the open in nopes? How is it that the devs still didn’t know what to do with them in sb, or just forgot about them entirely in gw? Why do their actions still benefit the empire even though they’re not working together in nopes?

Why were the dads shown but not patricia, who was a principal contributor to the violence that plagued faerghus before the events of houses/nopes? Why was ionius straight up erased and details about the insurrection fudged further? Edelgard’s siblings???

Why were so many characters changed for the worse? Granted, Petra does shine in nopes and i love her, but Caspar? He kept harping on about justice when he wasn’t talking about fighting and training in houses, but hopes Caspar is a bloodthirsty and patriotic little empire soldier. Linhardt is completely apathetic, Ferdinand toes edelgard’s line, the deer seem to be eager to invade faerghus etc.

Why is Shez’s backstory constantly teased at but never explained, if this game is supposed to be lore-heavy? Or why was that plot thread just tossed out the window entirely in gw?

And as for byleth…oof. “Oh we didn’t want to make fans of byleth and houses to feel sad and invalidated” so then what, devs?? I say this with the added context of me being a byleth (both versions) fan:

If the devs acknowledged that byleth is popular, why does nopes sideline them so hard to the point of irrelevance? Why is it possible for shez to not only kill them in an ultimately anticlimactic fight, but to also twist the knife further by stripping away part of their agency when sothis forcibly pilots their bodies, have jeralt die if they’re not recruited, AND also have them murder two highly regarded side characters (idgaf about Randolph and flèche) which turns them into enemies of the rest of the cast?

Why are they needed to unlock the fight against arval if that extra chapter doesn’t even affect the main plot and is totally optional?

Why are they and shez the biggest parts of the box art and played a huge part in the game’s marketing if their so called rivalry was ultimately meaningless?

Were shez and arval (and i also dgaf about arval, they’re interesting only vis a vis their friendship with shez) only designed with being not!Byleth and not!Sothis in mind instead of the plot…instead of the devs actually doing something different?

Why was arval turned into a cop-out by having them be the nice snarky personality while epimenides the butthurt agarthan barely even affected the plot despite all the flags pointing to arval as suspicious in the first place?

Hell, even the game’s timeline is suspicious…announced in march and released in late june…

I’m sorry for this LONG ass message and for sounding like a broken record, but i simply cannot wrap my head around all the stuff I’ve seen so far in nopes along with what renisfan translated. What was even the point of nopes existing (outside of money ofc) in light of all this messiness???

And regardless of people’s opinions on the game, the one thing i can say confidently is that the mere existence of nopes has done irreparable damage to the already bad state of the discourse surrounding fódlan.

Forgot to add this to my last ask: if the devs “didn’t want to invalidate houses” then what was the point????? Devs??? Explain????

This is quite the message, haha.

And I don't really have a proportional response for you either. Because these are all questions I have as well. And I'm still... processing most of them even now.

I need more time to digest before I can give a full response to everything you said here. Because I share some of your rage.

I can say this though.

The point was to make money.

#Three Hopes #asks

[geminiamethyst]

Momoharu Week 2022. Day 7

Day 1: click HERE

Day 2: click HERE

Day 3: click HERE

Day 4: click HERE

Day 5: click HERE

Day 6: click HERE

I couldn’t quite decide on what I wanted to write so I just did a couple of one shots.

Trigger warning: mentions of attempted suicide in the first one shot. I apologise if this is a sensitive topic for you guys.

Story 1: Talent Swap AU part 2 (continuation of the Talent Swap AU from Momoharu Week 2021)

“What do you want?” Kaito asked, arms crossed over his chest, standing in front of his Ultimate Lab. Maki stood in front of him, unfazed by how sharp and impatient his question was. She looked completely calm, the opposite of how the others had reacted a mere ten minutes ago. When the Ultimate Gremlin told everyone what his Ultimate Talent really was. Kaito didn’t know how Kokichi found out, but the Ultimate Magician did it anyway. And now that everyone else knows too. They should’ve decided to stay out of his way now that they know. So why the hell was Maki here?

“I…I wanted to thank you. For what you did in the trial.” Maki said, fiddling with one of her twin tails.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I only did it because I didn’t want to die.” Kaito huffed. The second trial was for the murder of Kirumi Tojo, the Ultimate Anthropologist. She was found by the pool, neck broken as the result of a fall from a high height. During the trial, Kaito and Maki had been accused of the murder, just because they were accounting for the fact that they were possibly together during the supposed time of the murder. Even with Gonta backing them up, not everyone was fully convinced. It wasn’t until Kaito said that he spoke with Ryoma Hoshi, the Ultimate Supreme Leader about the motive videos. And that was when Ryoma suddenly gave up. Turned out that his motive video was empty, no one was important to him in the outside world. He was going to commit suicide, when Kirumi tried to stop him from jumping. And he accidentally pushed her out of the window instead. It was a sad case that cost two people their lives.

Kaito tried to shake off the events that led up to this. He just wanted to let out more of his frustrations instead wasting time with some stupid little girl. Kaito turned, ready to go back to his solitude. That changed when Maki suddenly grabbed his wrist.

“Come with me.” Was all that she said before she started to turn.

“What? Hey!” Kaito exclaimed before Maki started to drag him behind her. For a girl, she was stronger than she looked. Maybe it was thanks to her astronaut training or something. “Do you wanna die?!”

Maki didn’t seem to hear the threat. If she did, she made sure to not seem phased by it, unlike Gonta when Kaito asked him that once (maybe he should try to apologise to the giant at some point). Maki continued to drag Kaito outside the main building, towards one of the grassy areas. Kaito wanted to pull away. Hell, he even wanted to knock her out just so she could leave him alone. But he couldn’t. He just allowed this stupid girl to drag him to where ever it as that she wanted to go.

“Why am I here?” Kaito asked when they finally stopped walking. Maki didn’t answer at first. She just looked at the sky for a few seconds, before looking at the ground. She took a couple of steps before sitting down on the grass.

“Lie down.” She suddenly said, patting a spot near her.

“Why?” Kaito asked again with a raised eyebrow.

“Please. Just humour me a little.” Maki said more than asked as she proceeded to lie down. She wasn’t forcing Kaito to stay. It was an open invitation. He could leave if he wanted. And he wanted to leave. So why wasn’t his body doing as he asked? He laid down. Maki didn’t say anything at first. She just looked up at the sky, the stars reflection glistening in her eyes. Kaito did the same, just wishing that he was doing something else instead.

He didn’t understand why people like the stars so much. There was nothing special about them. They were just balls of hot air burning away thousands of miles away from Earth. They were pointless. Sure people used them to navigate, maybe some still do, but nowadays, people don’t need to do that anymore. All the stars do now is just make pointless shapes in the sky, some telling old legends and stupid fairytales.

“Whenever I was stressed, or angry or just had a bad day, I’d spend hours under a starry night like this. I might have gotten into trouble for it, but it was worth it.” Maki smiled suddenly, turning her head to look at Kaito.

“What’s your point?” The assassin sighed, not seeing where this was going.

“My point is that you need to learn how to relax more.” Maki shrugged. Kaito looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “I get it. You’re the Ultimate Assassin, but I don’t think you want to be that.”

“You don’t know my life!” Kaito yelled, glaring at Maki. Who does she think she is?! She doesn’t know how fucked up his life was. How he was forced to toughen up and how to put on a facade. How every birthday and Christmas, his “toys” were literally weapons to kill. He still remembers being given an inactive grenade for his fifth birthday. How he wasn’t allowed to play with any of the children, or “new recruits” as they were called. How he was homeschooled and never allowed outside until he could do his first kill. How many scars he had gained, both mentally and physically, during the brutal training and from the assassinations he was sent to carry out. How every day he struggled to eat and how he was so sleep deprived at night. How he has to bear the burden of keeping the family business alive as the only heir and expected to find some random girl to have more heirs. Preferably male to keep the Momota name going. He was living in an eternal Hell. And there’s nothing that he can do to drag himself out of it.

“You’re right. I don’t. But I’m good at reading people.” Maki shrugged, looking right into Kaito’s eyes. “And I can tell that you’re a good person, like you “pretended” to be. I’ve seen your walls come down a few times. You’re not the terrifying monster that everyone thinks that you are. You just need to let people in to show them that.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Kaito defiantly asked, looking away from the red eyes that showed nothing but kindness.

“That’s your choice. But in the end, you’ll just damage yourself even more.” Maki sighed, watching the stars with droopy eyes. “Even if you can’t let everyone in, one person is enough. Sometimes it doesn’t hurt to talk. Just at least think about it for a bit.”

What was she now? The Ultimate Therapist? Ultimate Psychologist? This girl has clearly lost her mind. But then again, she made a point. Maybe…

Kaito glanced at Maki, wanting to say something again. Only, he was met with Maki’s peaceful, still face. She had done it again. She fell asleep by accident. Or was it on purpose this time? Either way, she made herself vulnerable to anything that could hurt her. If it was on purpose, was this her way to show that she treated the assassin? She was literally sleeping next to a killer and yet she didn’t seem to be worried about it for even a second. She just had this small smile on her face. She must be mad.

Kaito shook off those thoughts. As much as he had a huge chance to do it, he can’t kill her. Instead, he did what he did last time. He gently picked her up and took her back to her dorm room. Again the door was unlocked. Does this girl not lock her door?! Kaito shook that off as he gently placed Maki down on her bed. She shifted a little but stilled after a second. As Kaito tucked her under the covers, he felt like he couldn’t leave her. Without thinking, Kaito locked the door and sat down on the couch. His knife was hidden on the inside of his jacket. If anyone dared to try to pick the lock and do anything that will hurt Maki, Kaito would stop them. He won’t kill them, just scare them away. He should leave, but he can’t. He felt like he couldn’t leave Maki on her own like this. He barely knows this girl, and yet he wanted to stay. He just had this need to protect her.

What’s going on inside his head?

———————————————————————————

Story 2: Sick

Kaito was woken up by two things. One was that his girlfriend was no longer sleeping next to him, making his side of the bed a little cold. And two, there was a horrible, loud retching sound coming from the bathroom. He slowly got up, the bed creaking a little. The light was on in the bathroom and through a crack in the open door, Kaito could see Maki leaning over the toilet. She lifted her head up a little, only to lean over it and throwing up into it again. Kaito opened the door completely as Maki did that. He crouched down next to Maki and gently rubbed her back. He also pulled back her hair to keep it from getting ruined. It took a minute, but Maki was able to finally stop throwing up. She lifted her head up, her throat burning and sore from being sick. She looked at Kaito with bleary eyes. Kaito internally winced as he looked at her brightly flushed cheeks.

“Maki Roll, are you okay?” He asked automatically, and felt like punching himself for asking something so stupid. Maki clearly wasn’t alright. Maki nodded wearily as she flushed the toilet.

“I’m fine. Go back to sleep.” She moaned, slowly getting to her feet. She looked incredibly unstable, like she was going to faint at any second. Not wanting to see her hurt herself, Kaito promptly started to carry Maki bridal style. “H-hey!”

“You’re not fine.” Kaito muttered, carrying Maki back to the bedroom. He was being as careful as he could so that Maki wouldn’t feel like throwing up again. Once they got there, Kaito gently placed Maki on the bed, and proceeded to tuck her back in it. He winced as he touched her feverish forehead. “You’ve got a bad fever, you’ve thrown up pretty badly and you can barely stand, Maki Roll.”

“Don’t worry about me.” Maki rasped dismissively.

“Too late for that.” Kaito pouted. Maki sighed, knowing that Kaito wasn’t going to let this go that easily. Kaito could see that he won this round. Without saying a word, he went back to the bathroom, looking for the medicine that Maki needed. Maki begrudgingly took it, groaning in disgust at the fowl taste of the liquid. Satisfied, Kaito went back to the bathroom and cleaned it up. One that was done, he came back and started to get under the covers next to Maki.

“Don’t. I don’t want you to get sick too.” Maki groaned, trying to turn away from Kaito. She didn’t think that she could push him away in her state. However, Kaito immediately spooned her from behind, wrapping his arms around her. His grip wasn’t tight. It was just loose enough in case Maki had to rush back to the bathroom again during the night.

“I’m probably infected anyway. Besides, I’d be a shitty boyfriend if I wasn’t here for my girlfriend.” Kaito smiled proudly, brushing some stray hairs from Maki’s face.

“You really are an idiot. But you’re my idiot.” Maki smiled tiredly, unable to keep her eyes open any longer. After throwing up and taking the medicine, her energy was completely drained. She was fiercely pulled back into the realm of sleep.

“As much as I feel like I should be insulted, I’ll accept the compliment.” Kaito grinned after giving Maki a kiss on the cheek. Maki only mumbled incoherently. She went completely limp, breathing calmly and quietly as she slept. Kaito grinned silently, before he too went back to sleep, feeling proud that he could help for tonight.

Thank you everyone for enjoying these entries, they were all fun to write. Hope to have more fun for next year!

#momoharuweek2022 #Kaimaki #kaito momota #maki haruwaka

[atherix0]

hii o/ i came here to gush about your new mumscarian series because i just read iit and ??? it's AMAZING

first of all, you're insane (affectionate) for writing another long ass work right after the previous one, like it's actually so impressive. i love your writing so much btw i think it deserves all the praise in the world<3

the wordbuilding is so fucking good, i'm a sucker for all fantasy aus and i LOVE when the authors expand on their world and add their own little things to it like yes girl give me all the fantasy lore of your silly little world. it's just so interesting to read and i want to know more about it :D

ALSO THE CHARACTERIZATION OF SCAR…. i'm obsessed with him. i need to put your scar in a little box and study him. he's such a cool character, the fact that he pushes people away on purpose makes me sad, my boy deserves so much love but he doesn't think he does:( and i love the fact that grian just decided to befriend him as a challenge, he really saw a wild and deranged sorcerer and started domesticizing him. scar deserves a little kindness, as a treat. and their little conversations through the glyph made me so happy. also scar talking about how the glyphs work made me think that one day something will happen that will make scar dismiss his glyph and grian will think that he died or something

mumbo and grian's relationship is sooo cute, i love them a lot. grian just decided to befriend all the wild and lonely creatures out there, as he should. i'm also really curious about scar's relationship with mumbo, it's obvious that scar actually cares about mumbo but for some reason doesn't want or thinks he should have his feelings reciprocated…. i wonder what backstory do they have bc surely theres a lot to unpack throughout the seven years of knowijg each other

okay sorry for the longish ask but i had to talk about them bc brainrot<3 i love your works and i'm looking forward to seeing more of this series :D

AAAAA thank you so much <3 I'm really enjoying writing it, it's living in my head rent free right now <3 (also it's 3 AM here and I was just writing more scenes so uhh hahaa <3)

HHH thank you so much, that means the world to me <3 Long works are so fun to write, it lets me explore everything I want to explore and gives me time to tie up loose ends <3 I will admit I had not expected this one to be so long bUT I am happy to be making it even longer because there is... a LOT of ground to cover <3

Worldbuilding is one of the most fun things to write IMHO, I love it so much <3 I try to be subtle with it so as to not like infodump about the world I'm weaving but ya know <3 Sometimes I just gotta talk about it jhgfdjkfd

THIS VERSION OF SCAR HAS TAKEN OVER MY LIFE. I'mma call him Midnight!Scar since all the parts so far are named Midnight [word], but I started writing this and he absolutely took over. He's a feral thing and you haven't even seen half of how feral he can be <3 After all, you haven't even seen him in action yet... hehe~ There are things I'm quietly hinting about Scar that Grian isn't able to just see like he can pick up on Scar's manipulation, so I hope that turns out to be exciting <3 But Scar's reasons are... complicated at best and won't be fully explored immediately, but more like... lightly uncovered throughout the story, because his story has layers on top of layers. Also Scar Angst is my life fuel and I shall, in fact, delight in him suffering before he gets that happy ending. And oh yes- the glyph's being explained is, in fact... foreshadowing. Foreshadowing to what, I won't say, buuuuuut.... :) And also yes, Grian would absolutely befriend the guy who just blatantly wants him to hate him, just like "oh he's a little messed up, friend now" hhh

Gods yes they're so sweet together, like for Grian he saw Mumbo and it's Instant Crush and Mumbo is like Interest Piqued and they're so soft I love them <3 Grian is ultimately a gremlin tho so once they're established and comfy he's gonna be an absolute menace ahaha

YEAH SO ABOUT MUMBO AND SCAR'S BACKGROUND, that is exactly why I've chosen to post the story the way I'm doing it- because Third Person Limited (my favourite perspective to write from tbh) from Grian's POV means we lose every single private conversation between them, and my GOD I absolutely need to explore that deep dive because it is so important for them to Talk About It because Grian actually isn't there for a lot of it (because it's Scar and Mumbo's personal past together, so) and in the original doc, which is 100% from Grian's POV, there is a huge jump from them being hostile to being friends and it's jarring, so yeah........ buuuut I will give a little spoiler in that Scar knows a lot more about Mumbo than Mumbo knows he does, which might play a bit into why Scar cares so much. Also I want to explore/focus on them more than the way I originally wrote the story allowed since the Mumbo/Scar part of the Mumscarian is the slowburn so uhh yeah I feel like giving them the attention they deserve is super important <3

(also it's nice to post it as a series rather than a chaptered fic cuz this means I can go back and write scenes and order them chronologically on the list <3)

NO APOLOGIES THANK YOU SO MUCH this made my night honestly <3 Thank you so much! I'll be posting another part soon~ I hope my response actually makes sense because it's 3 AM and I was so happy to get this that I had to answer ASAP, thank you for sending this in! <3

#Ask #Mumscarian #I don't have a proper name for this AU?? #aaa

[idyllicserendipity]

@falsiliar​​ asked: leans in and pops bubblegum right next to kaito's ear (≖ᴗ≖๑)

   OVER THE MOON might have been the most accurate way in describing Kaito’s reaction, the moment Kaede had presented this gift to him while they hung out together that day. Almost unable to believe that this place would even have something like this, Kaito didn’t know why those DAMN ROBOT BEARS would bother to go this far when it came to their accommodations. By providing them with their every near whim and fancy, including SPECIALISED LABS for each and every single one of them. Something that he himself is admittedly looking forward to seeing, once his was ready. 

   Especially when all they simply wanted in the end was for them to play their DEMENTED GAME OF DEATH. Something that he (and the others) will continue to REFUSE to give in to, as they all worked together to find a way out of here.   

   And despite that momentary drift towards such disconcerting matters, so quickly had Kaito concealed his frown-- as he graciously thanked his friend with the warmest of grins. As well as offered up to her another BIG OL’ HUG, one to which she yet again politely refused. 

   And soon right after, so would he share with her a story about the ASTRONAUT SELECTION EXAMS themselves. As he fiddled lightly with the puzzle box in his hands, lilac gaze alit with such joie de vivre, as he thought back to it all. Almost as if it was just yesterday, really. Excitedly declaring just how much it truly takes to see if one had what it takes for INTERGALACTIC EXPLORATION, and whether bright-eyed individuals like himself were truly GALACTICALLY GROUNDED. 

   By the time he was done, Kaede unfortunately had to be somewhere else, and so bid their farewells for that day... Which was a bummer, especially when he had wanted her to join him in figuring out this puzzle. 

    And while he could have simply waited for another day for them to play it together...

   So would he find himself in the dining hall that early evening, eventually falling into a deep, deep concentration as he worked on piecing the plain puzzle as fast as he possibly can. Not even noticing that another would eventually enter the room, and sneak right up behind him...

   POP!

   “HHR-K!” 

   With yelp and a startled flail of his limbs, Kaito was thankful that he hadn’t fallen off the chair that he had been sitting on. Worst yet, destroyed the very puzzle he had been working so hard away.

   “Ugh, look what you almost did, man!” Directing an exasperated glare back at the smirking features of the Ultimate Supreme Leader, the little gremlin was likely satisfied with the less-than-manly reaction that he had gotten out of the Astronaut-in-training. Incurring a sheepish rub to the back of purple strands, as a small pout surfaced upon his lips, along with a mutter of: “... Great, now I gotta start all over again.”

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[multiplefandomsblog]

Fuyuhiko and Kokichi’s reaction to their s/o replacing them with a plushy

request; Rantaro, Fuyuhiko and Kokichi’s reaction to their s/o giving them almost 0 attention because they’re giving all their love to a plushy? Lol no cuddles for them- plushy’s too cute

warnings; fluff, lots of cussing, unedited, gender-neutral reader, implied human strangulation, strangulation of a stuffed animal, stuffed animals, jealousy?? minor neglecting, comfortyyyy, angst but like, so little angst, hard days at work :(

note; i didn’t do Rantaro’s because i did something similar, right here! also, sorry for making fuyuhiko’s so much longer— i don’t even know why i wrote that much, i have no reasoning-

Kokichi Ouma

“S/oooooo~? I’m cold, can we cuddle-?” Bright purple eyes widened, and a look of pure unfiltered betrayal dawned over his face, it almost looked as if you had poured the expression over his face. His eyes darted towards the plushy in betrayal; his expression almost convinced you that you had accidentally cheated on him. “K-Kokichi? What’s-” You were suddenly very rudely interrupted by his obnoxious shriek of horror—

“UWAAAAAAH! You’re-!” He snortled like a child, inhaling in all his snot loudly and grossly before screaming, “So! Mean!” Wincing at the loud and exaggerated sobbing, you frowned at him, only bringing the plushy closer to your chest. “You can’t guilt me into hugging you instead, Kokichi- Hey— Hey! Stop!” Before you could finish your sentence, Kokichi had pounced on you, his devastated expression from earlier long gone, as now his eyes shone pure rage. 

He was strangling the fucking stuffed animal.

Kokichi may be the hugest liar you will ever meet in the world, but he keeps to his word, that he’ll do anything for love. Even strangling someone.

And in this case, the ‘someone’ was a lifeless stuffed animal.

“K-Kokichi! You fucking dumbass— What do you think that’ll even do!? Kill it!?” You cried out, straining as you tried to yank the plushy away from his iron grip. “Stuffed animals can’t breathe!” Kokichi replied in between grunts, white knuckles gripping the plushy tight around its.. its neck. “Not after this, it won’t!” Cackling victoriously, the gremlin finally managed to pull the plushy away from, and the extraordinary momentum had thrown it across the room. 

“Kokichi! That was my favourite-” Your words had been taken away from you as Kokichi suddenly jumped you, tackling you to your bed as he wrapped his arms and legs around you. “I thought I was your favourite..” His voice was soft, the innocent, puppy-dog tone almost had you cave in. Almost.

“Kokichi…” You whined, “I want my plushy back; you’re too heavy.” Kokichi pinched your back, prompting a squeal out of you, “I’m not heavy, you meanie!” You squirmed, sitting up with the boy clinging to you on your lap. “You didn’t have to pinch me, you ass.” Mumbling, you shuffled up, chest feeling as if it had been crushed by the boy sticking to you. 

Kokichi didn’t reply to your insult, instead, shifting closer to you before stilling, almost like dried clay. “Nishishi! Now you’re all mine!” You stifled a smile, “What? Were you jealous of a plushy?” Kokichi shook his head, grin wide and bright as always, “Of course not! It never had a chance against me so I wasn’t even a little worried!” That was a lie. He was scared if you had gotten too attached to the plushy, you’d rather the plushy’s hugs instead of his—eventually, never hugging him again. Kokichi shuddered at the thought.

“I don’t know, the plushy doesn’t—you know—pinch me so..” Kokichi gripped tighter onto you, making sure to prevent your leave before sighing dramatically, “Fine, I’m sorry, okay? Now just promise to always hug me instead of that stupid pillow, kay?” Kokichi spoke in an annoyingly cute voice— but despite being shrill to your ears, you couldn’t help but melt as you heard the real meaning to it. The meaning behind his little act. In a frustratingly teasing voice, you tantalized him. “So you were jealous.”

Kokichi snorted dismissively, grip not loosening, “Nishishi! Why would I be jealous of a plushy? You’re lucky to even be touching an Ultimate Supreme Leader!” It was ironic, seeing as how you hadn’t even been hugging him back, let alone touching him—to which he had painfully noticed, and disliked. Yet he was acting like you were the one who had been strangling a toy for him.

His grin faltered, and you could catch the almost unnoticeable flash of jealousy that shone in his purple eyes. But despite the small tell, you let him win this round, you neglected him enough. you neglected him for less than a minute before he pounced on you, mans was insane.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Fuyuhiko had just gotten back from a rough day at work, he sighed as he opened the door, he was extremely exhausted from doing— what was he doing? Well, he’s a Yakuza, that’s a secret. “S/o, I’m home..!” His voice sounded drained, though relieved, he was finally home and all he wanted was to cuddle you— Ah. But it seems you’ve chosen a plushie over a real-life man. 

Fuyuhiko’s eye fell on the sight of you, snuggling a plushie whilst you watched a movie. He pouted, he was always the one you snuggled. Betrayal ran through his veins; what had changed? Did you not love him anymore?

No, I’m kidding; he’s just being a drama queen.

Despite his sulky demeanour, he refused to beg for your attention just so he could get your.. your soft and warm cuddles... that make him feel safe no matter where he was.

... Well, he tried to refuse. It seems, even Yakuza bosses couldn’t refuse the uncontrollable want to be in your arms. Could you blame him? The man just wanted to be held by his partner. 

He wasn’t going to admit that though. The boss baby had too much pride to demand cuddles, unlike Kokichi-

So he decided, you were going to be given the silent treatment. Yes, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, the ultimate Yakuza boss was planning to give you the silent treatment(and fail). It didn’t seem like he needed to anyway, you had been so invested in the movie you didn’t even hear him come in, nor did you greet him like you usually did. Sheeesh, that one must have hurt.

Fuyuhiko furrowed his brow and waited for you to notice him, dropping his shoes on the ground twice. It wasn’t until he started jangling his keys aggressively and slapping his bag against the counter, did you actually notice his presence. After you finally did, you spared him a meek hand wave before bringing the same arm back around your plush tightly. “Oh. Hey, Fuyu.” 

You didn’t even turn your head to look at him.

He simply stared at you, you who had just snuggled closer to your plushy— were.. were you giving it head pats!? His frown deepened, you were just doing it on purpose at this point. 

Scoffing, he sat next to your spot on the couch, glaring daggers into the plushy as you seemed distracted with the TV in front of you. He felt his heart sink as you didn’t cuddle into his side like you usually did. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned into the armrest opposite to you, feigning a grudge. 

He couldn’t even get comfortable on the armrest, he kept shifting every 5 seconds just to get your attention and because he really couldn’t seem to get comfortable on the chair. Fuyuhiko watched you with wide, astounded eyes as you only seemed to stuff your face in the plushy. And yup, you guessed it, he caved in. “Tch... if you’re mad at me for something, can you just tell me what I did wrong? This... plushy bull crap is irritating me.” You turned your head to finally look at him in surprise, he thought you were mad at him?

“Huh?” You perked your head up from the plushy, attention completely on him now. He felt embarrassment wash over his entire body; had you not been doing it on purpose?

“N-nothing- whatever, it’s nothing.” Fuyuhiko’s face flushed, your sudden attention on him; he hadn’t gotten used to it.

Drilling your eyes into him, you sent him an unconvinced look, but shrugged anyway— He’s a grown-ass man, if he wanted cuddles, he can ask for them. 

Fuyuhiko sulked as he watched you turn away, it obviously wasn’t nothing. You turned your head back at him as you heard him mumble something. Looking at him with a feigned-confused expression, you cocked your head to the side. “What’d you say?” 

He flushed and looked away, unconsciously scooting towards you, “I- You can cuddle me instead of that pillow, if you want or whatever. It doesn’t matter.” He murmured, moving to stand up. “Never mind.” You grinned at his brooding demeanour, yanking his hand back onto you and throwing the plush somewhere, “Okay, okay! I was just joking with you, I know how much you want my hugs.” 

He fell with an ‘oomph’ against your body, face blank as his mind didn’t seem to register what had happened yet. 

Ohh, but the moment he felt the warmth spread throughout his body, he let out a sigh of relief. “You’re such a cute fucking asshole.” You laughed at his somewhat compliment, somewhat insult, letting him wrap his arms around you tight. You could feel his body relaxing on top of you, and in response, your own shoulders dropped in relaxation. ‘Yessss..! This was the shit.’ Fuyuhiko’s bad day at work had been long forgotten, as his mind was currently occupied with running thoughts of you.

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[shinidamachu]

I need some Inuyasha as a great father (more like DILF, amirite?) headcanons, can you help me out?

I'm here to serve!

• It isn’t until they’re happily married for at least one or two years that the possibility of children are brought up.

• At first, they took that time to relearn each other, enjoy their company and make the honeymoon phase last a little long. They did spend three years apart, after all. There’s so much time to make up for, so many catching up to do before they’d even think to throw a kid into the mix. Plus, being a modern woman, Kagome would know how to avoid pregnancy the best her new circumstances allowed and how important that time alone is for a newly-married couple.

• They never actually had the child talk because Kagome just assumed that’s where their relationship would naturally lead to, given her motherly tendencies and Inuyasha’s history of ultimately giving her everything she wants. For his part, Inuyasha knew she wanted to be a mother someday and he'd be lying if he said he never indulged the fantasy of fathering her children. However, he has serious trouble wrapping his mind around the idea that, in reality, Kagome would still be up for it if he were to be the father. He could never dare to ask of her more than she has already given him. Be that as it may, it was not a big deal because it was not a dealbreaker. Nothing was.

• But with time, Kagome would have noticed how good Inuyasha is with Hisui and the Mirsan twins. How his relationship with Shippo had developed from a sibling banter to a makeshift paternal relationship. How people like Shiori and Bunza would look up to him like he was some kind of movie hero. How every kid in the village seemed to adore him despite his grumpy demeanor.

• And Inuyasha would have noticed the way Kagome would look at him whenever he so much as interacted with a child, the way her smell would spike significantly.

• She, of course, was the one to make the first move, jumping him one night, after they had spend the whole day stuck with babysitting the Mirsan children and popping the question.

• Inuyasha was relutant. There was a part of him that was adamant on making her happy and even believed having babies would make him happy too. On the other hand, he was terrified. Terrified of how her body would react to childbirth, of if her spiritual powers would accept his demonic energy. But mostly, about what would happen once the baby was born. The last thing he wanted was for Kagome to go through everything his mother had to go through. Or for another kid to face the same prejudice he did. Besides, he grew up with no father figure whose steps he could follow. He didn’t know how to be a father.

• Kagome assures him that they won’t have a baby until they’re both ready and on the same page, that they have time and that Inuyasha will be a great father.

• Inuyasha believes her.

• Then it is him felling some type of way whenever he sees Kagome around kids. And something deep inside desperately wishes to find out what would their children look like, what would it be like to hold and take care of someone born from their love.

• Finally, he caves.

• Inuyasha wants a big family, considering how lonely his childhood was. Kagome finds it pivotal for their first-born to have a sibling, since she had Sota and their relationship was one of the most important things in her life. That’s why they’d have two children minimum, preferably a boy and a girl. However, giving how dangerous and uncomfortable childbirth can be, especially without the perks the modern era provides, I don’t think they’d have more than three.

• Naturally, Inuyasha relies on Miroku for advice and the latter is more helpful than not. Except for the times Inuyasha asks or says something that makes it way too easy for Miroku to mess with him. Like the time he told Inuyasha that if he doesn’t get Kagome whatever food she craves while pregnant, the baby will be born looking exactly like that food. And Inuyasha believed him.

• And if you thought Inuyasha was protective of Kagome before... oh boy! He’d be almost overbearing, but Kagome would see it as endearing. Most of the time. Sometimes, though, a woman has got to have her privacy. He also becomes more attentive, more gentle, sweeter.

• After their first child is born, Inuyasha gets a makeover of sorts. He’s always borrowing the Fire Rat to Kagome and the baby anyway, so he figured it’d be more practical to just pass the clothes on to them already and get something new for himself.

• It’s white.

• Inuyasha becomes taller, stronger. And often lets Kagome experiment with his hair with braids, top nots... and ponytails.

• Old Myoga is the first one to notice the resemblance. And it’s true. He’s the spitting image of Toga. Former enemies and allies often mistaken him for Toga and Kagome thinks the look on their (and Inuyasha’s) face is hilarious.

• Sesshoumaru does not care for it (I stole this one from @heavenin--hell).

• Inuyasha hates his human nights even more because now his vulnerability also means he might not be able to protect his family as he usually would (Together Changed by @goshinote and @lostinfantasyworlds inspired this one). Plus, the black hair and lack of dog ears confuses the baby, who cries and fusses for a good while until realizing it is, in fact, Inuyasha holding them (this one I saw in an adorable fanart I can’t find).

• But since he needs way less sleeping than humans and he spends the New Moons up anyway, Inuyasha gets a lot of quality time with their infant at night, which allows Kagome to actually get a good night sleep unless the baby is hungry.

• The Beads of Subjugation get dooled and chewed on. A lot.

• A little contest takes place between Kagome and Inuyasha about what the first word of their first child would be, with Kagome going for “dada” and Inuyasha going for “mama.”

• Kagome wins.

• Inuyasha’s fighting style changes. He still says some snarky remarks, but now it’s more to push his opponent‘s buttons down so they would get sloppy than anything else. After all, he has a child to think about and provide for now. He doesn’t have the luxury of gambling with his life anymore. He has a home to come back to and therefore won’t be taking any chances (credit to @born-for-eachother for this one).

• And so he becomes more lethal on the battle field. Pragmatic. Objective. Calculating. Decisive. Cold blooded. Much like... Sesshomaru.

• He had never been more offended on his life than the day Sango pointed this out to him.

• When the kids grow up a bit, Inuyasha and Kagome start to tell them bedtime stories, with the PG version of the story about how the met and defeated Naraku being their favorite.

• Kagome tries to be a reliable and calm narrator while Inuyasha exaggerates the events and the voices, almost always breaking objects of their house in the process.

• After hearing one too many times about the Beads of Subjugation, their child tries to “sit” Inuyasha. Of course it doesn’t work, but he still makes a big deal out of throwing himself on the ground every time they say the word just to hear them laugh.

• The first actual toy Inuyasha buys them is a ball, just like the one he had as a kid, at the same time accomplishing a childhood wish through them and ensuring that they would always have someone to play with.

• Kagome is more protective of their physical state while Inuyasha is more protective of their emotional one (see Fist Fight by @omgitscharlie)

• Inuyasha goes to Totosai and asks him to make a weapon out of one of his fangs to each of their children once they get old enough for it. Not necessarily a sword, just something of their choice and that better fits their personality.

• He would be a just father, doing his best to show no favoritism, treat his children equally and make sure no one felt overlooked or unloved.

• But truth be told, if one of their babies turn out to be a daughter, he would definitelly let her get away with almost anything, no matter how much of a gremlin she is. Daddy’s little girl would have him wrapped around her tiny fingers.

• Life never treated Inuyasha kindly. From a very young age, it was kill or be killed. It wouldn't be too far off for him to think the exact same thing could happen with his kids, therefore he tries to prepare them, to tough them up so they can take it.

• And I believe this sentiment would be significantly amplified with a son, because it would involve the whole “suck it up”, “men don’t cry” and “man of the house” aspect of it. The “it is your duty to protect your mother and sister when I’m gone” too, especially because he couldn’t protect Izayoi himself.

• It’s “tough love”, but it’s love nonetheless. And in the right dose, which I believe Inuyasha manages to nail, it can be very important for one’s development and growth.

• But it’s hard to imagine him being as tough with a daughter. Probably because he sees so much of Kagome on her that the mere idea of seeing her cry simply breaks him.

• Kagome would actually have to step in when it comes to disciplining and saying “no”, because he simply wouldn’t have it in him to do so.

There’s actually a really nice post by @keichanz I reblogged a while ago discussing precisely that, but I can’t find it to save my life (should I start to properly tag my reblogs? No, it’s a lot of work and I’m right not to).

Anyway, that’s all I got for now.

Peace out.

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[drabbles-mc]

Language

Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x F!Reader

@redpoodlern requested more Dad!Creeper and honestly I was more than happy to deliver on that haha. And thank you to @garbinge for always helping me pull together all of my ideas!

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, Creeper being a big ol’ softie with his kiddos

Word Count: 3k

A/N: This definitely takes place in the same universe as Like Father, Like Son because I’m a big fan of the family dynamic that I was sort of starting to build there. If no one has any objections that’s probably going to be my default HC for my future Dad!Creeper fics unless stated otherwise haha. I just love the idea of him with a pack of kids.

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The kids had one week off from school. One week. Seven days. Technically only five if you weren’t counting the weekend. You didn’t want to take the entire week off of work when you would be out on maternity leave in a couple more months, and as much as Creeper wanted you to be taking it easy, he said that if you really wanted save your time off for your leave, he would gladly keep the kids with him for the week.

“You and the guys can’t be doing,” you glanced around to make sure the kids weren’t in the room, “You and the guys can’t be doing serious club shit while they’re there, okay?” you knew that Creeper was always careful, but you also knew that some of the other men in the MC with him weren’t quite as cautious.

“Never, mama,” he leaned in and kissed your cheek, “Don’t worry. We’ll hold it down. It’s been a while since they got some time with their uncles, anyway.”

“Alright,” you nodded, taking a deep breath, “Go round up the gremlins, then,” you laughed, “They should each have their backpack with stuff in it.”

“Givin’ ‘em homework on their week off?” he chuckled.

You shook your head, “No, no. Just stuff to do if they get bored at the clubhouse. Coloring books, matchbox cars, whatever else they can fit in there.”

“Pfft,” he shook his head, “like we’ll ever let them get bored,” he let out a whistle, “Let’s go, homies! Time to roll out.”

Their footsteps thundered through the house as all three if them came booking it down the hall, each with their backpacks either on their shoulders or dangling from their hands. Both you and Creeper laughed at how excited they were to spend some time with their dad and their entire squad of uncles at the clubhouse.

“Which car you taking, baby?” you asked him.

“Just figured I’d take the van. It’s got all their stuff in it already.”

You smiled, nodding as you grabbed the keys off the counter and tossed them to him, “Alright, no doing donuts with it.”

He chuckled, “If they ask I won’t be able to tell them no,” he was about to say something else when his phone started going off in the pocket of his kutte. He reached and took it out, brows furrowing slightly as he answered, “Yea? Yea I’m about to head out. We’ll talk about it when I get there,” he shook his head slightly, “Alright yea,” with a huff he hung up the phone.

“All good?” you arched one eyebrow.

He nodded, “Yea. They act like I’m not gonna see them in twenty minutes. What the fuck is that important that it can’t wait?”

You shot him a glare, “Neron! Language, please.”

“Shit, sorry.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

He smiled sheepishly, stepping in close to give you a kiss, “I’m sorry, I love you, and I’ll call you later, mama.”

“Mhm,” you laughed as you playfully shoved him towards the door, “Tell the kids they gotta keep your boys in line.”

“They don’t even need me to tell ‘em.”

Very few things rivaled the excitement that the guys felt when they saw the minivan rolling into the scrapyard. Seconds after Creeper threw the van in park, all of the kids came sprinting out. His son leapt out of the passenger seat as his little sisters came tumbling out the back. It was quite the scene watching them walk up with their father, looking like quite the entourage all together.

“Wifey let you take the real whip today, huh?” Angel said with a laugh as he pulled Creeper into a hug.

He chuckled, “Anything for the wolfpack,” Creeper watched as his kids made their rounds to say hi and hug each of the men that were outside the clubhouse waiting for them to arrive.

Angel looked over at the minivan, “Still can’t believe she let you put those fuckin’ stickers on there, bro,” he laughed.

“Yo,” he smacked Angel in the chest, “No swearin’ in front of the kids,” he paused, “What do you got against the stickers? I think they’re cool.”

“Guess I just never thought that your soccer mom van needed fake bullet holes.”

“That’s what keeps it from being a soccer mom van,” he tapped the side of his head with a knowing look, like he had cracked some sort of code.

“Right,” Angel laughed and shook his head before turning his attention to the kids, “Brandon! Get over here! Let’s see if you’re taller than me yet, dude.”

Creeper turned and saw that the twins were already trying to take Hank down to the ground—a goal that they’d had ever since they were little toddlers. Every time they saw him, they got closer and closer to being successful but they weren’t quite there yet. He had one hanging off of each arm as he tried to walk across the yard without falling over onto them. Creeper laughed as he watched the shenanigans unfold, and they’d only been there for about two minutes.

“Alex! Ava!” he shook his head slightly with a smile, “Give Uncle Hank a break, alright? The man has work to do.”

“They’ll be taking him to the ground soon enough, man,” EZ laughed as he let Hank struggle with the two little girls.

“Make sure you’re filming it,” Creeper responded with a laugh as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“How’s Y/N?” EZ asked.

“Pregnant,” he looked over at EZ and laughed, “Nah she’s good. Working this week, so we got some extra help around here.”

“She’s still working?”

He nodded, “Oh yea. She’ll work till the baby pops outta her,” he shook his head, “I don’t know how she fu—” he caught himself, “I got no clue how she does it, man.”

“Pregnancy one of those things you get better at the more you do it?”

He laughed, “Why don’t you ask her next time you see her?”

“Hard pass,” he shook his head, laughing.

Creeper was glad that he had an entire team of guys to help him try to tire them all out, because it wasn’t an easy task in the slightest. At one point he was fairly certain that he lost them in the depths of the scrapyard and when he did finally find them, they were running around and playing hide and seek where all the scrapped cars were kept. The only thing that kept him from having a heart attack at the sight of it was knowing that none of the cars had any glass left in them that the kids could cut themselves on. But the three of them had easily turned the scrapyard into their kingdom.

“C’mon, lunch time,” he called out to them and they all hesitated, not quite ready to give up the game. Creeper sighed, “Chucky made lunch for you guys.”

That was all it took. Their eyes lit up and the girls almost pushed their brother to the ground in an attempt to beat him back to the clubhouse. Creeper shook his head as he followed them, egging them all on.

“C’mon, B-Dawg, use those legs!” he called after his son with a laugh.

“Knees to chest, Brandon!” Angel joined in as he watched the three of them race up the steps of the clubhouse.

Soon enough, the three of them were all sat at one of the tables inside the clubhouse. Chucky beamed at them, “The Vargas Trio,” he brought their plates over, “I hear you’re keeping us company for the week.”

“Dad said we get to come every day,” Ava said as she shoveled a spoonful of food into her mouth.

“Eat first, then talk, lil mama,” Creeper chastised her with a small smile as he shook his head.

Creeper sat at the table with them, casually drinking his beer as he watched the three of them tuck into the lunch that Chucky had made for them. He knew that Chucky loved when the kids were around—he became the ultimate chef and babysitter once those kids set foot on the property. There wasn’t a single thing that he wouldn’t do for those kids and Creeper could tell just by the way that Chucky seemed so at peace as he watched them sitting around the table together.

“What d’you guys say?” he asked them as he nodded towards Chucky.

“Thank you, Uncle Chucky,” they all said in unison.

The warmest of smiles spread across Chucky’s face as he nodded, “The pleasure is all mine.”

By late in the afternoon, the kids were finally starting to run out of steam. The girls were sprawled out on the floor of the clubhouse, art supplies strewn everywhere as they worked through entire sketchbooks’ worth of paper with Chucky. Brandon had been lurking at a safe distance as he watched some of the guys work in the scrapyard. The idea of breaking things apart was intriguing for many reasons to an eight-year-old boy, but he always listened if one of the men said to back up or not touch something. Every now and then, though, Creeper would let him take a crack at something with the hammer and the excitement on his son’s face was contagious.

The two of them walked back into the clubhouse to get a couple water bottles for themselves and the rest of the guys outside. Creeper was behind the bar, handing them over to his son while also trying to get a good look at what Alex and Ava were up to with Chucky. He smiled at the way the three of them seemed to exist so peacefully together. He hoped that the twins would always get along as well as they seemed to so far.

There was the quiet snapping sound of a pencil point breaking, followed by Alex tossing it to the side and huffing, “Fuck that.”

The entire clubhouse fell silent. Creeper’s eyes went wide as his jaw dropped slightly and Chucky looked over to him, trying to figure out what he was supposed to say or do. Creeper set one last water bottle down on the surface of the bar before addressing the issue.

“Alex? You good, babygirl?”

“It’s like the bazillionth time my pencil has broken.”

He wanted to be amused but he knew that you’d kill him for not talking about the whole language issue, “Alright. I hear you. But…but you can’t be talkin’ like that. Where’d you even hear that, anyway?”

“You,” all three of his kids replied in unison.

He exhaled sharply through his nose as he pressed his lips together into a thin line, trying to figure out what the right way to go about this was, “Look,” he waved for his son to follow him as he walked over to his daughters, “You can’t be talkin’ like that, okay? Those are grownup words. Whatever you do,” he rested his hand on her shoulder gently, “Don’t say that in front of Mommy,” he looked amongst the three of them, “And if it slips, you tell her that Uncle Angel taught you that, alright?” they all nodded and he let out a tiny sigh of relief, “Good. Okay.”

That was the last thing he said about it as he nudged Brandon’s shoulder and they went back to collect up the water bottles and bring them outside. The girls went back to their drawings and Chucky decided that there was nothing left to do but follow suit.

“Uncle Chucky?” Alex asked without looking up from her paper.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Why don’t you talk like they do?” she continued to fill in the cartoon coloring page, “Daddy says they’re grownup words but I never hear you saying them.”

“Speaking like a grownup doesn’t interest me in the slightest,” he smiled at her before returning to his own paper.

It was a week filled with antics. The clubhouse was covered in coloring pages of every cartoon and Disney character you could possibly think of. All of the guys had gotten their nails painted by the twins at least once. Brandon got his own Romero Brothers work-shirt and now he never wanted to take it off. Every single member of the MC was tired in a way they never remembered being tired before. Nap time was something that everyone partook in, even the adults, because they all needed the rest.

You took a half day on Friday so you could spend some time with all of them at the clubhouse. You liked seeing the kids running around having a good time with the guys, and truthfully you missed the nights you’d stay late with Creeper there. Late-night partying hadn’t been something the two of you had done in a long time, but none of that compared to the sense of joy you felt as you heard your daughters very intensely explaining the entire plot of both Frozen movies to EZ, who sat and nodded along, a very serious look on his face.

You smiled, making your rounds to say hello to the guys before you made your way over to Creeper who was sitting at the bar. He smiled, standing up to place a kiss to your lips and then to your belly before offering you his seat. You took it without hesitation, always happy to be off your feet for a few minutes.

“How’s the week been?” you asked as you glanced around the clubhouse.

He nodded, “Good. The guys will be sleeping for a week straight once the kids go back to school,” he laughed.

You smiled, nodding, “I bet.”

“It’s been nice having them here. Keeps things from getting to serious.”

“Yea,” you chuckled, “I’d imagine that it’s a bit harder to have a serious argument when all of your tables are covered in drawings of Olaf and Moana, and everyone’s nails are painted hot pink.”

“I kinda like it,” he held his hand out for you to inspect, “But I think purple is more my color.”

You laugh, nodding, “Oh, for sure, baby.”

The two of you were chatting when all of a sudden you heard a series of thuds, followed by Ava softly, but very clearly, saying, “Fuck,” as she rubbed her skinned knee.

You looked over at your husband, staring daggers, “Neron, I swear to god if—”

“It wasn’t me, mama, I swear,” he held his hands up in surrender.

With a sigh you rose up from the stool and made your way over to your daughter. You looked at her knee—it was scraped but it wasn’t bleeding. She also wasn’t crying which was a good sign. You asked if she was alright and when she said yes, you asked your follow-up question, “Where’d you hear that word, sweetie? Because those aren’t words that you should be using.”

Creeper held his breath as he waited for her to respond. Ava looked at you, and with no hesitation she responded, “Uncle Angel.”

You whipped your head to look at the biker in question. His eyes were as wide as you’d ever seen them. He tried to sputter out a denial, some kind of defense, but he couldn’t string the words together. He couldn’t believe that he’d just been thrown under the bus like that, especially by the girl who not even an hour beforehand said that he was her favorite uncle.

Calmly, you rose to your feet and smoothed out your dress. Creeper recognized the look in your eye and he knew that Angel was in for it. He felt bad, but not bad enough to step in and tell you the truth of the matter. It was a little deal in the grand scheme of things, really.

“Baby,” Creeper called after you, “Baby I can handle—”

“It’s fine, Neron,” your tone was dangerously even, “I just wanna talk to Uncle Angel for a minute.”

He knew that that meant you did not want to talk, “Mama, really—”

“Bring the kids outside, please. We gotta start heading home anyway.”

At that point he knew that he wasn’t going to convince you. He scooped Alex in one arm and Ava in the other, “Alright, let’s go, babygirls,” he nudged Brandon gently towards the door, “C’mon, lil homie, let’s pack the car up.”

Once the clubhouse door shut behind them, you turned your full attention to Angel. You picked up a stray coloring book and rolled it the same way you would a newspaper, and smacked him with it, “Angel Reyes!”

“Ah,” he held his arms to block your swings, “Y/N, hear me out!”

“You will not,” you smacked him again, “be teaching my six-year-olds how to cuss,” you hit him with the book once more for good measure, “Got it? Pregnant or not I will beat your ass.”

He held his hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay. Sorry, querida. Didn’t realize that they picked things up so quick.”

You pointed the rolled up coloring book at him accusingly, “Better start realizing it.”

“Yes ma’am,” he nodded.

You looked at him for a few seconds before giving a nod of approval and dropping the book back onto the table, “Good. Alright then,” you stood on your tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek, “Glad we’re on the same page. I love you.”

“Love you too,” he shook his head slightly as he followed you out of the clubhouse.

He said goodbye to the three kids as they piled into the minivan before pulling Creeper to the side, “Why’d Ava snitch on me like that, bro?”

Creeper chuckled nervously, running his hand over his head, “About that. I…I might’ve told them to blame you if they slipped up in front of their mom.”

“What the fuck, Creep?”

“What? You tellin’ me you wouldn’t do the same shit?”

He paused for a moment before laughing, “Yea, probably. But still,” he gave him a light shove, “Messed up turning my own nieces and nephew against me like that.”

“Technically just turning their mom against you a little bit,” he chuckled.

“I feel like that’s worse.”

“It’s definitely worse,” Creeper clapped him on the shoulder, “Well. Better get ready. Next vacation is gonna be for the whole summer.”

Angel laughed as he hugged Creeper, “Can’t wait.”

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《Without Envy》- concubine/sleeper agent!wwx & prince!lwj 

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Lan Wangji, as it turned, was a true gentleman. This was problematic for Wei Wuxian, who was tasked with getting close to him, because Hanguang-wang’s upstanding morals being rather unimpeachable rendered Wei Wuxian’s initial seduction efforts entirely unsuccessful. 

 Lan Wangji straight up ignored him. Whenever he came to visit Jiang Yanli it was always to speak with her and not Wei Wuxian. It was like Wei Wuxian, or A-Xian as he was known, did not exist to the prince. Whenever Wei Wuxian tried to “get close” to him, aka, making himself available to serve tea, meals and such, Lan Wangji would always dismiss him, or tell him to wait outside so Lan Wangji and Jiang Yanli could dine together alone. Needless to say, Wei Wuxian was getting increasingly frustrated. Entirely unbeknownst to Wei Wuxian however was the fact that Lan Wangji had noticed him from the start and was just trying to stop himself from doing something inappropriate. Truth is, Lan Wangji first saw Wei Wuxian at Jiang-fu during one of Lan Wangji’s visits to finalize the marriage between himself and Jiang Yanli. 

It was the dogs’ barking that got Lan Wangji’s attention first. That, and a young man’s agitated cursing.

“Fuck - ow! Princess that was not nice! I’m going to turn you into barbeque if you don’t cut this shi - Ow! Jasmine, give it here!” 

Lan Wangji’s personal guards Guo Ai and Sun Ting made to investigate the source of the ruckus and to tell off whoever dared to be so impertinent and disrespectful in a marquis’s manor, but Lan Wangji stopped them with a subtle gesture.  

Slowly, he approached the round archway looking into the garden and saw by the shrubs a handsome young man cradling a fuzzy tiny thing while trying his darnedest to fend off two relentless hounds. “Shoo, shoo, go bother your master!”

But the dogs wanted to play. Their bushy tails wagged happily.  

Eventually, the young man tired of the over enthusiastic canines, picked up a stick off the ground, and tossed it far over the garden walls. The dogs took off running, and he and the little creature he protected were allowed a moment’s peace. 

“Little tutu, it’s okay, the mean dogs are gone now. Don’t be afraid.” 

It was only then that Lan Wangji saw that the furry round thing was a small bunny, probably driven from its burrow by the aforementioned hounds that belonged to Jiang-xiao-gongzi. He watched, slightly transfixed, as the young man lifted the bunny and gently booped its nose against his own, his comely face scrunching up adorably in the process. 

So when Wei Wuxian arrived at the prince’s estate with Jiang Yanli, Lan Wangji cursed his luck. He had no intentions of becoming attracted or attached to anyone in his harem. His marriages were political games. Everything he did in his harem was calculated. The last thing he needed was for the Jins to think they could sink their claws into him. So he kept company with all his concubines equally, just to maintain the balance. Lan Wangji did not want Jin Ziyan to be the only man in his harem, which was why when Qin Su offered him Mo Xuanyu, he did not refuse. It was fortunate that Mo Xuanyu himself seemed eager to serve too, so Lan Wangji did not have to grapple with ethics there.  He was doing this for his country; everyone knew this. As long as he kept to his duties and divided his attentions equally, there would be trouble in his harem. Except...Lan Wangji wanted to see ‘A-Xian’ again. The more he wanted, the more he made himself keep his distance. He recognized the power dynamic that existed between this servant and himself, and that if he were to ask, A-xian was not really in a position to refuse. Besides, Jiang Yanli made no indications that she wanted her A-Xian to serve Lan Wangji. In fact, she seemed quite protective of him, always looking out for him wherever she could. She practically treated him like a little brother than a servant. As such, Lan Wangji was happy with the way things were. He could live with never knowing A-Xian more intimately. In fact, he did not want A-Xian to be ordered to serve him, or find out that A-Xian was just like every other man and woman in his harem, there to curry favours with him. It would be a shame if he turned out to be just another flower in the garden, another player in this game they played.  

Of course Wei Wuxian read this whole situation as: that little bastard Lan Wangji doesn’t like me. Xue Yang was charged with being Wei Wuxian’s correspondence between Gusu and Qishan but ended up just being the guy Wei Wuxian complained to.  —“Is this Hanguang-wang truly a paragon of virtues???” Wei Wuxian raged. “Aren’t princes supposed to be lechers? Wen Chao certainly is a sleeze. Wen Xu could be too for all we know. I’m young, fit, attractive and available. I know he likes men so why not me? He sleeps with Mo Xuanyu all the time apparently …Is Mo Xuanyu more attractive than me?!” Xue Yang: >_> God I miss murders. 

Wei Wuxian’s “opportunity” came when Jiang Yanli fell mysteriously ill about three months after she married Lan Wangji. When the physicians were left scratching their heads, Wei Wuxian quickly took the matter into his own hands. He needed Jiang Yanli alive; if she died before he made an impression on Lan Wangji, he could be sent away back to Jiang-fu and threaten his entire operation. What’s more, Jiang Yanli had been extremely kind to him in the last two years since he arrived at Gusu. She truly was the perfect lady; he would hate to see her suffer.  Through some crafty investigations, Wei Wuxian discovered that the cause of Jiang Yanli’s illness was a slow poison being laced into her food by Jin Ziyan’s orders. The motive of his actions were obvious enough; ever since Jiang Yanli married in, Lan Wangji seemed to be showing her extra favour, favours which he never distributed unevenly prior to her entering his household. Jin Ziyan did not want Jiang Yanli as a competition. She was a marquess’s dichu daughter, much higher in rank than either Qin Su or Luo Qingyang, and therefore posed serious threat to becoming Lan Wangji’s legal spouse. In a way, she was Jin Ziyan’s biggest competitor, and he couldn’t have that. What Jin Ziyan didn’t know was that Lan Wangji visited Jiang Yanli so much because he wanted to catch glimpses of Wei Wuxian, even though he dismissed Wei Wuxian from the room every time he saw him (the man was clearly a masochist). Wei Wuxian managed to sniff out the poison before it could cause lasting damages, but the effect of it was going on for long enough that Jiang Yanli still had an early term miscarriage before she even knew she was pregnant. Wei Wuxian, incensed by Jiang Yanli’s suffering, was ready to expose Jin Ziyan, but was ordered not to by Wen Zhuliu. ‘We still need Jin Ziyan’ was his reasoning. Still, Wei Wuxian managed to tip off the investigators such that they detected and put an end to the poisoning, but the culprit was ultimately never caught. As this played out, Wei Wuxian realized that now was his chance to get close to Lan Wangji. With Jiang Yanli recuperating...surely the Jiang family would want someone else of their clan to serve Lan Wangji in her place, someone who could keep Lan Wangji’s attention but would not replace Jiang Yanli’s place in the harem. It did not take much to lead Yu Ziyuan to the same conclusion. To ensure that he would have ample time with Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian secretly slipped a special sedative into Jiang Yanli’s food and drink to mimic the symptoms of a slow recovery. The sedative was one of Qishan’s secret formulations and could not be detected by Gusu’s finest doctors. But Jiang Yanli, bless her heart, did not want the boy who she’d come to see as a little brother to be used like an object. "A-niang, I don't want to force A-Xian to do things he doesn't want to. I will get better, dianxia will not abandon me." — Yu Ziyuan tsked, "Silly girl, serving Lan Wangji in your stead is his entire purpose for coming with you. Every family must plan for something like this; someone to hold onto Lan Wangji's interest while you're indisposed. Men are fickle, child. You need time to recover and someone will need to remind Hanguang-wang that you still matter when you’re ready again. We cannot let him forget you. Think of what this would mean for our clan." Much to Yu Ziyuan’s delight, Lan Wangji came to check on Jiang Yanli while she was visiting, and Madam Yu had no qualms making hints that it would be the Jiang family’s honour if Hanguang-wang allowed ‘A-Xian’ to serve him while Yanli recovered. Wei Wuxian did not protest. Why would he? This was his orchestration after all, but when he dared raise his gaze from the floor to look at Lan Wangji, he detected a hint of something in Lan Wangji’s face…something like disappointment. Wei Wuxian relayed this to Xue Yang and the other evil gremlin sucked on a candied apricot and said with a roll of his eyes： —“You’re so dense, shixiong, tsk. Men like Lan Wangji could have any man or woman he wants. If you go along with Madam Yu’s orders, you’ll just to be like everyone else, another ambitious servant trying to socially advance. He’ll fuck you and forget you within a blink of an eye.” — Wei Wuxian sipped his liquor and grimaced. “Fine, what do you suggest I do then? — Xue Yang smirked, “Oh, haven’t you heard? Men like roses with thorns. When you’re brought to him tonight, don’t play along. Don’t humour him. Refuse him.” — Wei Wuxian： >_> Is this how you got those Daoist priests in bed with you? — Xue Yang smirked shamelessly, “Worked, innit?”

Listen, Lan Wangji was fully prepared to have some emotionless sex with Wei Wuxian okay? Boy was prepared to just go through the motions. He was disappointed to know that A-Xian turned out to be no better than any other servant in his harem: eager to climb his bed.

Being a concubine was stupid work, Wei Wuxian realized belatedly. After dinner, Jiang Yanli bid him goodbye with worried eyes as the momos and gugus of Hanguang-fu dragged him away to be bathed and prepped for the prince’s enjoyment later that night. (gugu, momo - older female servants)

Wei Wuxian was not a dirty person - sure, he worked hard, but he bathed regularly - they did not have to scrub that roughly. As they practically scrapped off a layer of skin, the momos rattled on and on about how he should “conduct” himself in the presence of dianxia and how he should position himself to best please him. 

What the actual fuck. Wei Wuxian resisted the urge to pull a face. Did the ladies get the same banal talk? How fucking boring was the sex around here? Wei Wuxian wasn’t born yesterday alright? He knew how to fuck.  ...Well fine, he didn’t, but he and Xue Yang had sucked each other off once or twice, so that should count for something. 

Once the attendants were satisfied with the state of him - hair brushed, skin cleaned and lotioned, callouses removed - they rolled him in a large full-body sized blanket, placed him in a sedan and ordered the servants to carry him to Lan Wangji’s chamber. 

Wei Wuxian tried not to make an exasperated grimace when the servants literally picked him up like a log and deposited him on the prince’s large bed.

Fucking...seriously? 

He did not remember this bullshit when zhangjie married in...but then again Jiang Yanli did marry in. There was a ceremony and everything. Lan Wangji was very respectful that night, bowing to her before lifting her veil as a gentleman ought to. So what the fuck is this barbaric treatment? Just as he pondered on these questions, the tulle canopy parted, and Lan Wangji’s handsome face and broad chest came into view. Undressed to his inner most layer of robes and his ink black hair let loose, he looked very much like a man ready to ravish his new concubine, but somehow, Wei Wuxian could not detect a trace of interest on that jade-like face. 

Despite knowing this was all an act, just a means to an end, Wei Wuxian shivered when Lan Wangji reached for the edge of the blanket that encased him. 

He pulled the blankets closer, shrinking deeper inside. 

“Don’t be afraid,” said Lan Wangji. “I won’t hurt you.” 

Time to act, Wei Wuxian. Give it your best shot. 

“I’m not afraid.”  “Then why do you hide?”  Wei Wuxian waited a meaningful second before meeting Lan Wangji’s gaze dead on and said, “Because I don’t want to.”  Nonplussed, Lan Wangji raised an elegant eye brow in return. “Oh? Is that so? Or are those just words? Perhaps you've confused what kind of place a harem is. If you do not want to, why are you here?”

Is my act not convincing enough or is this stupid asshole so confident in his attractiveness that he thinks everyone must automatically want to fuck him? Slightly ticked off now, Wei Wuxian sat up, still holding the blanket to his chest and retorted hotly, “I am not confused, dianxia. Perhaps you are unable to comprehend the idea that someone as lowly as a servant would refuse when given the opportunity to ascend in rank, but nevertheless, that doesn’t change my position. I don't want to. I am here because Lianfang-jun appointed me; there was hardly any room in that decision for me to argue. If you are determined to have me, I will not resist, because I understand my place. But I am a person, not a thing or a broodmare for you breed. I have some dignity left, and at the very least, before you...before you hold me down and fuck me, I want you to know."

Wei Wuxian half wondered if his act had gone a little overboard. The expletives maybe were just a tad too dramatic, but then again...   ...seeing how Lan Wangji's entire stance shifted, maybe not. 

Lan Wangji withdrew his hand. He had mistaken Wei Wuxian’s initial unwillingness as coquettish posturing, but the heat in those dark, bright eyes could not be faked. 

“Those words could get you into a lot of trouble when spoken to the wrong person. Have the momos not taught you the rules?” 

Wei Wuxian squared his shoulders. “They have, but I place trust in Hanguang-wang’s reputation, that you are a true gentleman and would not force me against my will.” Then, just as he practiced, Wei Wuxian lowered his eyes. “I am a servant, your servant, and I know it is my duty to serve you in any way you command me, but I -...please find other use of me, dianxia, but not this.” 

 He startled a little when a warm hand found purchase under his chin and lifted up his face. Lan Wangji inspected him wordlessly with those cold, sharp eyes, searching for lies, for pretense. Wei Wuxian held his breath, praying he won’t be found out, but eventually, when the prince and his calculation deemed him good enough, he let go. 

“Very well.” 

Lan Wangji fetched a pair of clean inner robes and trousers from the wardrobe and handed them to Wei Wuxian. “Get dressed and move over.” Without waiting for Wei Wuxian to respond, he sat himself down on the edge of the bed and began to remove his socks and shoes. 

Wei Wuxian moved quickly, shrugging on the robes and tied it in place before shoving the trousers under the covers to try and pulling them up his legs. “You’re...you’re not leaving?” 

Lan Wangji glared at him over his shoulder. “This is my room, my bed. Why should I leave?” 

Right. Right.

“But you’re not...sending me away?” 

Lan Wangji frowned as though questioning his intelligence. “Would you like me to send you away? I should think that would reflect badly on you and your mistress.”   That did give Wei Wuxian pause. “Uh, well –”   “Your declining to be my bedfellow does not impede my fulfilling my side of the arrangement. You will leave in the morning, and the others will think that I found you pleasing enough to keep you the whole night. That should give Jiang-fu’ren and the Yunmeng Jiang clan sufficient face."   “I could sleep on the floor.” 

“Do you want to sleep on the floor?” Lan Wangji swung his legs onto the bed and arranged the blankets to his liking. “The doors are never locked. Servants and sentinels must be allowed in to check on me during the night for security purposes. It would not bode well if they found you lying on the floor.” 

Right, yeah that would defeat the whole purpose. 

“Oh.” 

Lan Wangji lay down and crossed his hands over his chest. “Lie down, sleep. I have morning court assembly, and I’m tired. If you’re going to stay, don’t be a disturbance.” 

Feeling like he’d lost all semblance of control in this situation, Wei Wuxian awkwardly laid himself down beside Lan Wangji. The bed was big enough for the two of them that there was space in between even when both of them lay flat on their backs. 

Lan Wangji lifted up just a second to blow out the bedside candle, and then there was total darkness.

Wasn’t I suppose to seduce him? What the fuck is this? Okay...maybe I have no idea how to seduce him...maybe I have no idea how to do anything that’s not straight up strangling him in his sleep. 

Wei Wuxian could feel his heart thudding in his chest, panic coiling tighter and tighter. He almost wished Lan Wangji had ignored his protest and took him, because then it’d be straight forward. As it were, he had no idea how to proceed now. 

Just as Wei Wuxian was being slowly consumed by his maelstrom of thoughts, Lan Wangi suddenly spoke into the dark. 

"I am not a heartless bastard, you should know."

Huh? 

"I never implied that."

“You did.” Lan Wangji gave a little shake of his head. “I do not want this anymore than the others in the harem. You said I treat my women like broodmares, but perhaps you have not considered that Gusu treats me like a stallion."   Wei Wuxian was momentarily speechless.    “Your mistress is very kind and gentle. I am sorry that the child in her belly was lost; I know she very much wanted to be a mother. I see that you are very protective of her, so you should know, I would never hurt her.  Even if she were to never recover her strength, I would not let harm come to her.”   Those words, softly spoken, tugged at Wei Wuxian’s conscience, if not his heartstrings. “Dianxia -”   “Sleep. Good night.”

The next morning Wei Wuxian woke up to knocking on the door. The sun was already high in the sky and the bed was empty of Lan Wangji’s presence.  A group of maids entered carrying a basin of water, towels and clean clothes. Wei Wuxian, dazed, asked, "Where's danxia?" One of the maid giggled. "Dianxia left at dawn to attend morning assembly at the palace. You must not know; he wakes up very early. He said not to wake you, and to let you sleep. He said," The others giggled with her. “He said that you've had a long night."

To the great surprise of everyone, Lan Wangji did not elevate Jiang Yanli’s servant A-Xian to concubine status after the ‘long night’ they had together. Instead he ordered A-Xian to be transferred to his court to be his close-quarter attendant, to serve him in his every day tasks.  Wei Wuxian did not exactly understand why Lan Wangji would make this particularly decision, but he did not complain. After all this was exactly what he wanted, to be close to Lan Wangji and earn his trust.  Lan Wangji, on the other hand, was content to have Wei Wuxian close by, secure in the knowledge ‘A-Xian’ did not wish to spread his legs to socially advance. Perhaps, if he dared to hope, he could finally have someone to speak to in this lonely manor full of people who only saw the crown hanging above his head.

Xue Yang was of the opinion that this was all going to end badly. He was right. 

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Contributor Spotlight: Paulette

Now that Issue #1 is live, we at OFIC Mag are excited to shine a light on some of the amazing contributors from our inaugural issue. We hope you all love them as much as we do!

Today’s spotlight is on Paulette | @GrannyRocko, who wrote “Refrigerate After Opening” for Issue #1.

Tell us a bit about yourself!

I'm queer as a three dollar bill and in love with the whole gamut of books and film. Highbrow, lowbrow, and everything in between—I refuse to choose a side because life is too short and my "to be read" and "to be watched" lists are too long lol. I think being a writer is sort of like being a sub: you're in ecstasy and pain in equal measure, and getting the most out of your experience is just a matter of figuring out what kind of torture you like best. Is that too gauche to say?! As a kinky queer weirdo, I'm saying it because I think it's true. For better or worse, novels and novel-length fanfics are my preferred form of writing torture. :)

How did you find fandom?

For years, I had a tumblr that I rarely touched. But in 2016, I watched Bryan Fuller's exquisite Hannibal TV show and opened that beloved trash gremlin of a website, searching the Hannigram tag like my life depended on it. I think the friends who recommended Hannibal to me might have also steered me toward tumblr? I can't remember how it happened, but I went down the rabbit hole and didn't come up for air until my browser was crashing because of my exponentially growing AO3 tabs.

What fandom are you in now and what brought you here?

Currently, I spend most of my fandom time in the Teen Wolf sphere. During the first year of the pandemic, it became the trash TV balm to my depressed soul. I was in the mood to rewatch Buffy for the hundredth time but decided I ultimately wanted something new, and that's how I got sucked in. I even wrote an article about it for Gayly Dreadful, talking about the way it soothed my chest dysphoria and made me contemplate the nuances of my own gender identity.

What’s your favorite book of all time and what do you love about it?

Donna Tartt's The Secret History. I'm sure some people think it gets thrown in "best" categories too much, but it's such a perfect intersection of the things that have fascinated me in fiction throughout my life. Class disparity/tensions, the area where obsession and violence and hedonism meet, queerness, picturesque insular settings where everyone has incestuous friend groups and gossip runs amok, haunting past trauma, pretentious people hiding behind the smokescreen of seemingly grandiose/profound ideas as justification for their behavior, lush, complicated, lyrical prose that somehow never feels too dense, it just... clips along like a beautiful, layered melody. It's also one of those rare books that grows with you. I've read it at various points in my life and gotten different things out of it each time. It never loses its glow; the glow just shimmers a little differently. 

What projects are you working on right now?

I'm working on a novel that deals with the intersection of those aforementioned obsessions (queerness, violence, kink, trauma), and it's been a shift from my first novel because it's much more fast-paced, almost noir-ish in the murder mystery aspect. Plot is one of the things I struggle with the most, and I'm always trying to find some middle ground between "waxing poetic about the woods for a whole page" and "all plot, no waxing." My writing leans literary and descriptive. It's always been that way, and it's something I never want to lose. Merely hone and tame and maybe (hopefully) find a way for it to co-exist with a propulsive plot. I'm also working on a [redacted pairing name lol] fanfic...

What are your aspirations as a writer, big picture or small?

To get books published, either in trad pub or with small presses I admire that are currently putting out really interesting, daring work (Clash Books, Weirdpunk Books, Amphetamine Sulphate, to name a few) and get stories published in lit mags I admire. And just to continue doing work I'm proud of, to always be pushing myself to write about the things I'm scared to write about because otherwise, what's the point? You have to take the risks or you won't grow.

If you could give one piece of advice to beginning writers, what would you tell them?

Write about what you want to write about, the ideas that keep you up at night. Stay true to your instincts and shut out everything that tries to dampen them (worries about perfection, worries about how your work will be perceived, every single worry the publishing aspect of the industry puts in your head). Because at the end of the day, if you're not excited about what you're writing about, why are you doing it? All of those worries can come after drafting, but you need to learn to keep the wolves of doubt at bay if you're ever going to finish a draft. Writing is always going to be difficult and stressful in one way or another, but remember to stay in touch with the spark, the tingles you get when an idea first turns on the light in your brain. And if you think that whatever excites you is too niche, I guarantee there is someone out there who is fascinated/excited by the very same "niche" things and will be happy to see your work. 

Thank you for being a part of the OFIC family, Paulette! We’re so thrilled to share your work with the world.

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[katierosefun]

convoluted superheroes but make it disaster lineage au, some thoughts on their origin stories and how they would become a team: 

“caroline shouldn’t you be writing or reading for your irish lit class” 

“yes but i had a thought” 

no, this isn’t necessarily a marvel au because i feel like crossing.......the mcu and star wars, which are already big franchises, just messes with my head? plus,,,,the mcu just has such distinct character archetypes that i can’t really fit neatly with the clone wars, so here’s just a super convoluted au that could honestly just work as an entirely different story on its own and probably only has enough in common with tcw by like,,,,a thread, but ANYWAYS I AM HERE WITH MORE THOUGHTS OF AN AU AND YOU JUST HAVE TO SUFFER WITH ME!

okay, so anakin’s story is kinda bizarre: 

i mean, he’s the chosen one in star wars and all that with all these freaky far-reaching abilities with the force so i’m not gonna take that away from him--so idk in this universe i’m just gonna say that he’s gonna be like....a mimic. i feel like he would be the kind of person who just steps into a room and absorbs / can mimic the abilities of any other powered human in the room, only like,,,amplify it. he’s tricky to catch because of that, because no one knows what power he might absorb next. 

but i feel like while anakin can certainly show off with this, i think he’ll also at least attempt to be a little private about this? (lmao we know he’s gonna fail though, because  ily anakin  but you’re the worst at keeping secrets). i feel like he would compensate for all the fancy gadgets + stuff, or sometimes just swing into rooms and be like “anyways guys i came up with a new thing” and everyone always stares at him because for some reason, everyone forgets that anakin skywalker is, in fact, a genius who doesn’t necessarily need his powers to be extraordinarily powerful. there’s more to him than just his weird powers, you guys. 

right, so obi-wan: 

every superhero team needs the wise intellectual, and i feel like obi-wan will always be that one person. i feel like his powers would have to complement anakin’s rather well though, since they’re,,,y’know. the team. oh wait shit-- 

okay okay okay (sorry, this is me really just kinda liveblogging my stream of consciousness), but like?? if anakin can amplify powers, i think of obi-wan being the one to muffle them. like, i feel like just touching someone and suddenly boom, no more powers. you’re now forced to fight obi-wan on even ground (lmao). obi-wan doesn’t necessarily absorb the powers like himself, he just...knows how to quiet them enough so that for the next little while, the opponent is absolutely useless. 

i feel like a lot of people wind up underestimating obi-wan that way,,,at first. everyone makes that mistake, but then everyone realizes that oh yeah, anakin skywalker? dangerous dude. but obi-wan kenobi? if you don’t catch where you’re looking, you could very well end up dead if he wanted. 

our feral gremlin ahsoka: 

well, every team needs the youngster who everyone on the team loves, right? idk maybe it’s because of the togruta biology and something about togruta being more balanced than like,,,humans that makes me want ahsoka to be the ultimate stealth person. when i say this, i mean like duh she’s got incredible balance, but i think it would be super cool if she was able to just like.........move through walls. no one ever sees her coming because first of all, she’s kinda small, but second of all,,,,again: you could just be chilling at your computer and suddenly there’s a short girl standing behind you because she just phased through the wall what the-- 

like most teenage superheroes, ahsoka def. seems kinda excited about being the superhero? also mildly exhausted. idk dude, you try doing calc homework and writing a history paper when you’re also trying to keep the world from being taken over by....robots or zombies or whatever. 

some other thoughts that i have but have yet to flesh out because i should probably actually get back to work now: 

rex also absolutely has superpowers, but don’t you dare call him a sidekick. idk why, but i kinda want rex to be one of those people who creates literal earthquakes, kind of like quake from agents of shield. 

cody’s sole superpower is putting up with all the bullshit the rest of the team has. he doesn’t really care he doesn’t have powers, and tbh, everyone’s mildly terrified of the day cody ever gets hit with a freak accident that might make him have powers. 

well, every superhero story needs some reporter of some kind, right? ceo of some big news company padme amidala, who occasionally talks to anakin skywalker and absolutely knows his secret identity within like 2 minutes. 

actually, i totally forgot about whether the superheroes in this world would have secret identities.

i’ve decided. they all have secret identities. 

anakin’s the disaster engineer research person. no one really takes him seriously at work because he’s so freakishly young, but joke’s on them, because he’s saved everyone from evil robots at least ten times now. 

obi-wan by default is always going to be the tired english professor. he knows anakin because anakin’s research facility is literally within the same radius of the university campus. 

ahsoka goes to the high school nearby the school. she absolutely did not mean to meet anakin and obi-wan and rex, but okay, she just saw the fire in the school library and someone had to pull the students out, so it had to be her, and she might have tried to pull obi-wan and anakin out before obi-wan accidentally muffled her powers and then anakin got her powers, and then they were all SCREECHING AT EACH OTHER BECAUSE 

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO” 

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING” 

“WAIT YOU HAVE POWERS?” 

“WAIT DO YOU?” 

“CAN WE DO THIS LATER???” 

#caroline talks #oh god #plot bunny? plot bunny