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tiredofthehumanlife · 17 days

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Our children yearn for violence

Barbie dolls: jegulus x reader (James, regulus, you)

Words: 3.6k ish

Summary: the school calls you in bc your son got into an altercation what happens when the other kids' parents are hot

Warnings: your son is named Elliot, also you're referred to as Ren and Rena like the gn term for your parent so just yk it's not an oc i promise, you're a highschool art teacher, pushing the trans James agenda, misgendering James from the principal, honestly you pour coffee all over the principal and I'm pretty sure that's assault so just yk, no consequences very fictional world, condoning violence, abortion mentioned, James is a baker and regulus is a stay at home dad/writer just so you know, modern au I'm SORRY, Lily has a wife but she isn't here Lily is just mentioned, actually kinda unwarranted meanness toward the principal but yk whatevs, kinda extremely fanficy if that makes sense but let's just close our eyes and laugh along okay, that's all I think man

Your son, Elliot, was quite kind. You weren't one to toot your own horn, but he was a pretty well raised 6 year old. He was more introverted so when he came home telling you all about his new friends you were very proud of him. He loved Lightning McQueen and he was absolutely giddy to tell you his new friend, Harry, had a Lightning McQueen backpack. And his other friend, Luna, loved Tinkerbell almost as much as he did. Elliot loved art too, he took after you in that field. You were a high school art teacher. Luckily for you the same bus that picked up the first graders for his school, also picked up from your high school. Elliot would ride the bus and after dropping off all the other students the bus-driver would drop him off at the high school. Elliot would spend the last few minutes of the school day with your last class. They loved him, they thought he was adorable. They often made him little cards or gave him candy. Elliot was the best and nicest, if you do say so yourself, first grader you ever met.

When his school called you in the middle of your class, telling you he got into an altercation, you were shocked. You sent your class over to classroom next door, another art teacher who gladly helped you. Then you quickly gathered your things and got to the Elementary school as fast as you could. You spoke to the front desk. They pointed you down a hallway. If you were a third grader, you'd be scared shitless walking down this hallway.

Finally at the end of the row was your son. He was in a short sleeve plain red shirt and his favorite pair of shorts that has a little lightning bolt towards the bottom. Elliot's backpack was sitting next to him on the floor. He was digging his hand into a little ziploc bag of pretzels, a ziploc bag you didn't remember putting in his lunchbox. Elliot glanced up when he heard you approaching. He memorized the sound of the keychains on your bag clinking, thinking of home. He smiled brightly, and scooted out of his chair. He ran towards you, latching onto your leg.

You saw a row of three chairs, each filled with a small child, sat next to a door. The door had a small sign that read 'Princapal' so you assumed it might be the principal's office.

The child closest the the door was a girl with curly white hair tied in two pigtails down by her ears. She was wearing a shirt with Tinkerbell on it and a bright pink tutu. Her tennis shoes looked to light up. Her backpack was sat next to her. It was green and had beautiful flowers embroidered on it. She had what looked to be a thousand keychains, all of which were characters to another children's show. She was snacking on a small ziploc bag of goldfish. Luna.

Next to her was a boy. He had glasses that looked to large for his face, and curly hair that looked tossled from what you assumed was the altercation you were called in for. He had on a Spider-Man shirt and jean overalls. One of the straps to the overalls was unhooked and thrown over his shoulder. His shoes were of Lightning McQueen, they looked to light up too. They matched his backpack. That must be Harry. He was snacking on a ziploc bag of cheezits.

"I missed you, Ren. Am I going to get kicked out of school?" Elliot mumbled against your leg. You squated down and clutched onto his hands. You pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"No, baby. Why did they call me? Are you okay?" Elliot nodded as you asked him questions, holding up his bag of pretzels.

"Luna's dad gave us snacks. I took the pretzels because the cheezits are white cheddar and Harry likes those the best. And Luna likes the pizza goldfish, but I don't because they don't taste like the good pizza. But look, Rena, these pretzels have butter inside." Elliot quickly pulled out a pretzel and bit into it, showing the inside to you. Sure enough the pretzel had the fake cheese filling inside.

"Oh yeah look at that it does have cheese inside." Ignoring the fact he called cheese butter, you looked around Elliot as he continued to tell you all about his snack. You noticed two men standing next to another water fountain. One of them was holding a green lunchbox that looked eerily similar to Luna's backpack. The other was holding a matching Lightning McQueen backpack, Harry's dad. They looked as confused as you, talking to each other quietly so their kids couldn't hear them in the near empty hallway.

"Okay baby I'm going to go talk to your friends' parents, you go back to your chair and keep working on those cheese pretzels for me." Elliot quickly nodded. You kissed his forehead before standing up. Elliot turned back to his row of friends and started talking to Harry. You headed toward the water fountain.

Luna's dad was dressed in all black, you were curious as to how he had such a colorful kid. He was in a black button down that was tucked into his black slacks. His shoes were shiny and they made you wonder if he just came from a board meeting or whatever people who don't spend their entire day listening to your mom jokes as they teach high schoolers how to weave do. His hair was black and curly and looked to be perfectly set in place. The only pop of color was his nails, bright green and pink splattered on each finger. Luna's doing. If you weren't deeply worried for your son, you'd say he was hot.

Harry's dad, and you do mean this in the nicest most respectful way, was fucking jacked. He was just as attractive as Luna's dad. He was in jeans and red converse. He had on a t-shirt that had red text on it. It said 'Boys with Tits' and little stars printed around the text. You wondered how strong that cotton t-shirt was because the sleeves around his biceps and pecs looked tired. Holding on for dear life. Harry's dad had what looked to be flour smeared on his cheek. His hair was also curly and black but was much different from Luna's Dad's hair as it was more messy. He looked a lot like Harry. He even had on very similar glasses. On his own Lightning McQueen backpack, was what looked to be the same number of keychains as Luna's bag had. Although his had less children's shows. You spotted a trans flag and a raccoon eating a sandwich among them. You glanced down at your own appearance, realizing you most definitely looked like an art teacher. Your hands were covered in paint. You grimaced before shrugging. One of these men had bright pink and green splattered on the tips of his fingers and the other was holding a Lightning McQueen backpack, you doubted they would care much. When you finally reached them, they both looked away from the other to stare at you.

"Hi. I'm Elliot's Parent." You gave them a light wave, giving them your name as well. They both nodded.

"Hey. I'm Harry's dad, James." you smiled at him.

"I'm Luna's Dad, Regulus."

"Do you guys know what happpened? They just said altercation on the phone." Regulus shook his head at the question. James shrugged. At this point you honestly felt sympathy for his sleeves.

"Luna won't even tell me what happened. She's just been sadly eating her pizza goldfish." Regulus said, looking between you and James.

"Oh yeah. Hey thanks for giving Elliot those pretzels. He thinks they're a hoot." Regulus shrugged at you.

"Luna's the one sharing." James moved the subject back to the whole reason you three were here.

"I asked Harry what happened and he told me 'name calling' and then continued with his cheezeits. So that's all I have." James explained. You thought you might be putting the pieces together now. Yes, Elliot was a kind boy but he was also loyal to a fault. You were both the type to self sacrifice in the name of love. You'd kill someone for Elliot and any one of your friends. Elliot does take after you in a lot of areas...

"Okay well I only see three children, they all seem to still be friends so who were they fighting?" You asked. There wasn't even another backpack sitting near the chairs. From what you spied in window to the principals office, the only person in there was the principal herself.

"Do you think our kids would actually get into a fight?" James asked. You and Regulus glanced at each other.

"Yes." You said in sync. You glanced back at Elliot. He had finished his snack and pulled out his Lighting McQueen picture book, showing Harry all the pages. Sweet boy, but also a tad rabid. You wouldn't be shocked if the principal told you he bit somebody.

"Luna's lovely don't get me wrong, but her favorite uncle has had to pay for a lot of bail." Regulus said, zipping open Luna's lunchbox. He peered in there. You wondered if he was looking for a shank she made during her art class. James huffed.

"If this is some stupid bullshit, I think I'll riot." James whispered.

"That's something Barty would say." Regulus muttered, stuffing his hand into Luna's lunchbox.

"Listen, I'm sure we're all just a little peaved because it's our kids, but surely this is something serious that truely needs me to leave 17 high schoolers alone with another teacher." James and Regulus gave you a knowing look. "Okay so I'm lying." Regulus pulled out a bag of apple slices. He held them up above his head and leaned to look around you.

"Lue, I'm stealing your apples. Is that okay with you?" Regulus yelled down the short hallway. Luna looked up from making her goldfish swim in the air, to look at Regulus. She nodded and held up a thumbs up. Regulus zipped her lunchbox again and pulled open the bag of apples.

"So what if they threw a couple punches, I taught Harry that we don't start fights, we end them." James explained. Regulus nodded as he bit into an apple. You huffed.

"I'm pretty sure I taught Elliot the difference between oil and acrylic. I'm honestly shocked he even knows the word fight." You felt a little behind on your parenting. Regulus set down Luna's lunchbox by his feet.

"Well to be perfectly honest, I am not shocked that Luna got into a fight. Her mother was, in the best way, fucking rabid. Love her to death, literally, but she got into a good number of fights while we were school." Regulus said. He chuckled after he said 'to death'. You kinda felt like he kept making inside jokes but he was the only one in on them. James nodded along.

"High school sweat hearts?" James asked, giving Regulus an understanding look.

"No," Regulus laughed as he bit into another apple. "Hell no. Um I knew her mother in high school. We were really close. She passed and I adopted Luna." You and James both let out sad ohs. Regulus didn't seemed bothered by it at all though, continuing to much on his apple slices.

"Well me and Harry's mum were high school sweethearts. After Harry was born though, we got divorced. His mum and her wife are both stuck at work so that's why they aren't here." James said, filling the awkward silence. You nodded.

"Really glad we're spending this time trauma dumping." You joked. Regulus snorted and held an apple slice out towards you. You great-fully took it as Regulus held one out towards James too.

"What is the Principal doing in there? Feeding her hostages?" James muttered not even a breath later he was following up his comment. "Sorry, that was mean." You and Regulus both laughed, looking at each other to make sure someone else thought it was funny, too. With that the door to her office opened, the Principal's head popping out.

"Sorry for the wait." She said, holding the door open.

The Prinicple would be terrifying to any first grader. She was in a perfectly pressed suit. Her perfectionism rivaling Regulus'. Her hair was back in an extremely slick bun and you questioning whether or not her name was Trunchbull. She sat down in the chair behind her desk, turning to her computer and typing away. She listed off each of your names, started with what you assumed was James' last name as he nodded at her and ending with yours.

"You should be." Regulus muttered before plastering a smile on and helping Luna out of her chair, shooing her into the office. James carried Harry's bag for him as they entered the office. The principal grimaced at James as he entered.

Elliot took his time, gently putting his book back into his backpack. You smiled at the care he took with his favorite book. Then he scooted out of his chair and pulled his arms through the straps. Elliot clutched onto your hand, as you walked him through the office door. There were three chairs sat in front of the Principal's desk. James was sat with Harry in his lap, James' arm crossed over his stomach. Regulus was sat similarly, Luna deciding not to face the Principals and instead sitting sideways in Regulus' lap. You sat in the chair in between Regulus and James. Elliot hopped up into your lap, placing his backpack next to you. He leaned back against you and held onto both your hands. You were pretty sure he was scared shitless, but you completely understood.

"Today your children got into a fist fight with another student. We do not accept bullying of any forms here so we will-" Regulus cut off the principal, pausing from digging into his bag of apples.

"Well what caused the fight?" Regulus asked. The Principal stayed silent for a moment before continuing.

"What started the fight does not matter. What matters is that your three children ganged up on one student, and beat him. We do not accept physical-" It was James' turn to cut her off this time.

"Well who swung first?" The principal clenched her jaw. She glared at James. Harry took it upon himself to answer for her.

"Charles did." Harry said as he swung his feet back and forth in his father's lap. James hummed.

"So you didn't start it?" James asked. Harry shook his head.

"One could say that he didn't start it but he did finish it." Regulus muttered chomping into an apple. You stuck your hand out to him. Regulus dropped a slice from the bag into your hand.

"Listen, if you three would please let me finish-" The principle started.

"Actually I have a question for you, Mrs. Principle. I didn't have time to learn your name, I was quite busy with my job," James snorted at you. "I was wondering, what happened before the fight? What triggered it to start? I am quite confident that my son wouldn't just beat some other kid up for fun. At least not unwarrantedly." Regulus nodded at you. Luna wouldn't kick somebody in shin just for breathing wrong, well actually.

"Again that does not matter-" Harry took over the principal's speaking time yet again to answer the question himself.

"Charles called Luna a bitch." Harry said, matter of factly. Regulus scoffed and James leaned down to ask Harry if he was serious.

"Yeah he did, so I called him a bootlicking, slimy, vomit inducing, retched, failed abortion." Luna said. You glanced over at her. It was actually the first time you heard her speak. You felt a small smile grow, understanding what Regulus said in the hallway earlier. Regulus was smiling brightly. He held his hand out in front of her. Luna slapped her hand in his, giving Regulus a loud high five.

"Then Charles said she was a dumb idiot." Harry explained, still swinging his feet back and forth. "Then Elliot said something, I don't 'member but it pissed Charles off so he punched Luna in the arm." Harry continued. You looked down at Elliot.

"I told him the only time anyone will ever love him is if he was cremated and turned into a diamond." Elliot whispered. You laughed. Elliot looked up at you, a small smile growing on his face. You gently kissed his on his forehead.

"Oh I love you, you know that Elliot?" Elliot nodded and looked back to the empty Ziploc bag he was tearing holes in.

"I would greatly appreciate it if you three would take this seriously, this is no laughing matter. " The principal said, clenching her jaw.

"Well I would greatly appreciate it if you took this seriously. A boy called this girl a bitch and then punched her and yet we're the ones who had to leave work to meet with you. It seems to me that these kids were just defending themselves. I think you just grabbed the nearest kids and blamed them. Luna didn't do anything she's the victim. Elliot and James were just protecting their friend. Sure maybe they should've gone easy on him the failed abortion comment would've been just enough but-"

"Your children broke a boy's nose."

"Well, maybe he should've kept his mouth shut." Regulus said, sitting up in his chair.

"I think he'll be too busy breathing out of it to call anyone else names, now." James said, setting Harry on his feet. James stood and swung his backpack over his shoulder before holding out Harry's.

"Ms. Potter we are not done here." The prinipal said.

"Seems to me we are, see you Monday." James said. Luna took that sign and hopped off Regulus' lap, pulling her own bag on.

"Well Ms. Potter I do hope over the weekend you find a new shirt, along with new manners." The principal said. You stood up, letting Elliot run out the door after Harry and Luna.

"Well Mrs. Principal I do hope you learn how to shut your mouth on matters that don't concern you, you foul, lothesome, grimy, bottoming-feeding, transphobe. Enjoy your night." You said. You reached over her desk and knocked her mug over. Her coffee spilled over the papers on her desk dripping into her lap. You assumed it was cold by now because she just clenched her jaw. You gave her a bright smile and left out the office door. Regulus and James shared a look before following. You three lead your children out of the school building and stopped on the steps. The three kids ran off towards the nearby tree, attempting to climb it.

"We are probably going to have to enroll our kids somewhere else, huh?" You asked. James shook his head.

"No, schools almost out and luckily for us she's actually transferring in about a month anyways." James explained. Regulus nodded, setting Luna's bag down.

"I do mean this in the most respectful way, but that was extremely attractive." Regulus said. You heard Elliot laugh over in the tree at something Luna said. James nodded at Regulus.

"Oh yeah extremely Pilf-y." James grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Regulus turned to him with a confused look.

"Public Interest Legal Foundation?" Regulus asked. James, smile fell.

"No, Parent I'd Love to Fuck. Like milf or dilf." Regulus laughed and reached out for James. He gripped onto James' bicep as he laughed. You started chuckling along with him, his laughter very contagious. Regulus wiped at his eyes and he stood again.

"Oh that was good, James."

"I don't think it was that funny." James muttered. You shrugged.

"I thought it was good." Regulus sighed and straightened his back.

"So our kids beat another kid up." He said. You nodded. You glanced over at Harry and Luna helping Elliot climb up.

"Your kid has a filthy mouth Regulus, if she said that to me I think I'd cry." James said, nudging Regulus with his elbow. Regulus smiled proudly.

"I know, right? What a psycho first grader." Regulus said. His chest seemed to puff out a little more.

"Where did she even learn half those words?" You asked. Regulus' face fell as he stared at you with serious eyes.

"Her uncle." You and James shared a look.

"well Elliot isn't innocent either, that diamond comment was wild." James said, jumping topics. You nodded.

"I'm extremely proud of my son, I personally think they derseve some ice cream, what do you guys think?" You asked. They both looked at each other.

"Sounds good to me." Regulus muttered, Pulling Luna's bag over his shoulder.

"They'll have napkins there so I can give you guys my number." James said, winking at you both. You chuckled.

"Ah ha yeah that was smooth, James. Good one." You complimented.

"Yeah I thought so." James said, turning towards the tree and calling the kids down. You looked to Regulus.

"Oh by the way I love Luna's bag it's so pretty." You said. Regulus' ears turned red. He glanced down at his shoes before looking back up at you.

"Thanks. I actually made it for her." You gave him a shocked look.

"Did you really?" Regulus nodded. "Well you're extremely talented Regulus." Soon enough all six of you were in an ice cream shop. The kids were giddy. They were getting sticky ice cream all over their faces and hands, but it didn't matter. This was a celebration. you spent the time laughing along with James and Regulus. When the kids finally finished their ice cream James stayed true to his word and gave you both his number. He made a group chat before you even left the parking lot, starting up a conversation about a date.

#jegulus x reader #jegulus #james fleamont potter #james potter x regulus black #trans james potter #james potter x reader #james x regulus #james potter #regulus black x #regulus black #regulus black x reader #trans regulus #regulus deserved better #james loves regulus #the marauders era #the marauders #marauders era #marauders

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magicalcelestialgem · 2 months

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The Smiling Critters - CatNap Headcanons & AU info

Heyyy! I have drawn CatNap in my style/AU! I suck at poses still. And following below is some CatNap headcanons/AU info.

A little info before looking at the headcanon and AU info below:

The Smiling Critters are young adults in the AU (currently unnamed). This is CatNap as a young adult (20 years old). Art of him in his younger years will appear later in the future.

The AU will be focused primarily in the cartoon universe, with a few elements from the game.

Because the AU is still in the works, some of these planned infos/headcanons will change.

There will be ships involved, especially CatNap x DogDay.

And that’s it for now! Next would be our favorite sun dog!

Toon/Cardboard CatNap Headcanons (Game)

Headcanon Voice: Benjamin Diskin

Sounds like: Jack from Beastars, Haida from Aggretsuko

Headcanon cardboard cutout lines:

Hey, there! My name is CatNap! Have you been getting enough rest?

Oh. You haven’t? Well, sleep is very important for you!

I can help you go to sleep.

I can even you make your dreams come true!

All you have to do… is follow him…

*soft exhale*

🌙 AU Info 🌙

CatNap and DogDay lived pretty far away from each other when they were young.

CatNap is the quiet and reserved type and rarely talks. But when someone asks or tells him to talk, he talks. He talks a little more when DogDay is with him. He is only more talkative when he’s alone. Example:

🌸 CraftyCorn 🌸: Hey, CatNap! What do you think of my lavender painting?

🌙 CatNap 🌙: *thumbs up* Good.

☀️ DogDay ☀️: Hey, CatNap! How are you doing?

🌙 CatNap 🌙: *tiredly, but still smiling* I’m doing alright, DogDay? And you?

CatNap was DogDay’s very first friend. They met in elementary school. CatNap was a loner and many kids did not want to hang out with him because he was “too creepy.” DogDay was the one who insisted that he will be CatNap’s first friend. Ever since then, the dog and cat have been inseparable.

CatNap and DogDay kept in touch when they were in high school. Unfortunately, the two were in separate high schools, but they never stopped talking to each other. It’s mostly through letters as they did not have phones at the time.

CatNap slowly began to develop feelings for DogDay throughout his high school years. He gave the dog small hints and signs, but DogDay was so oblivious and dense.

CatNap left with DogDay to their new homes because not only did DogDay request he come with him, but CatNap also felt like he was ready to move out and be on his own. Not to mention weird dreams he had of a voice telling him to go with DogDay.

When DogDay and CatNap went to the mysterious land, they found their new homes. And their new pendents.

After he walked into the mysterious land, CatNap was secretly happy that his new house and DogDay’s new house are close to each other. And also the fact that his house is a cat tree and he is allowed to scratch on it.

Ever since he moved into his new house, he spent most of the day, sleeping in his new comfortable bed.

Every time CatNap visits each one of his friends’ homes and sees where they sleep, he feels tempted to save up all of his money and buy every single one of them a comfortable bed or something that can be like a bed.

CatNap, just like what his bio says, enjoys watching his friends sleep. He makes sure everyone has a good night’s rest. That includes making sure they have a nightmare-free sleep, and as he stays up, he keeps watch over his friends. Protecting them through the night. And when dawn breaks, he turns in for the day.

He loves to knead DogDay’s belly. His fur is so soft and smells of vanilla, he cannot resist making biscuits.

CatNap acts like a cat a lot. He even loafs, sleeps in such strange (yet cute) positions, and even has cat body language (slow blinking at DogDay, tail up to show he’s happy/friendly, dilating white pupils once he spots a perfect target to pounce on). And he can land on his feet.

CatNap likes to sit and sleep in boxes, sit in anything he can fit in, and pretty much sit where he wants. Why? Because he wants to and it’s comfortable.

He even said one time, “If I fits, I sits.”

One time, Bobby BearHug just hugged DogDay while CatNap was nearby. After Bobby let him go and left, CatNap just quietly went to DogDay and rubbed himself against the dog’s side like how a cat rubs itself on things, mixing his lavender scent into DogDay’s vanilla scent.

Add onto the fact that CatNap can smell who hugged/touched who. PickyPiggy is a bit of a tough one since she eats many different foods, even peppermint candies and vanilla dessert.

Ever since CatNap walked into the land that will soon become his new home and neighborhood, he has been given two breath abilities. One is lavender, but the red gas came as a last resort if someone keeps staying up late, but it also comes out if he has ill intent, negative emotions, or is under stress. Following that is magical powers, since he was chosen to represent the Moon and all of its aspects (Night, Sleep, Dreams, and Darkness).

#catnap #catnap x dogday #dogday #dogday x catnap #the smiling critters #the smiling critters headcanons #smiling critters #smiling critters au #The Protectors of Joy AU

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allfortheslay25 · 4 months

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Milo’s Christmas Kiss 💕

Finneeee I guess I’ll introduce y’all to Carla, Milo’s first friend and first girlfriend

I tend to forget her name so I just give her variations of Carla like Cara or Cora or Carol 🤷‍♀️

Carla was Milo’s first friend in elementary school. She would defend him from kids who’d pick on Milo for being different (having one dad that he also calls mom, being previously raised in a college dorm, not having grandparents, not understanding pop culture, basically not having a regular childhood like them)

Carla made Milo feel normal. They were dating up until they were 15 (if I’m remembering correctly) they had a messy break up and it sort of made Milo weird with intimacy

Andreil didn’t care too much about her. They were pretty neutral about her around and they were glad Milo had a friend but they just weren’t interested in getting to know her. They tried to stay out of Milo’s personal life but when they broke up, andreil thought that was a mistake and tried to be more attentive to who Milo’s partners are (but it made them a little overprotective)

Carla changed after they started high school and she ended up breaking up with Milo so she could fit in. But ignoring their horrendous breakup and relationship issue in high school, Carla played a great role in Milo’s early life and I think their relationship was very cute (before the drama)

I wrote their fall out to show that some people in your life can change for the worse and it can be unexpected and cruel but it happens. I was a bit inspired by a childhood friend of mine who I’d known since we were 3 years old. Around high school, she changed in order to fit in and I eventually realized the relationship I was clinging onto didn’t exist with whoever she became and we were practically strangers now

But fret not! Milo will eventually find love again (because my sister peer pressured me😭) but I don’t want to spoil who it is yet so y’all will have to wait and I can’t post any of my art of the two of them 🥲

#aftg #all for the game #art #doodles #oc #oc art #all for milo #miloverse #Milo Josten #we’ll both be fine fic #Carla Fowler

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linktoo · 1 year

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Watching Alien 9 - how it's perceived and what it wanted to say

Warnings for themes of abuse and implied sexual assault.

Two things before I start: I watched the subbed version of this, and also there are only 4 episodes if you want to check it out yourself, it’s very short.

I started watching Alien 9 basically knowing nothing about it. It's an older anime, released back in 2001 so there isn't much internet discussion about it for each episode. But I remember watching it slowly realizing there’s a lot to unpack here. The art direction is beautiful and the dialogue is actually really strong. I went out of my way to look for analysis I could find on the internet because there was a lot that I couldn’t really put into words… but I very quickly came across an ongoing issue.

I guess this is probably a common problem with a lot of media that came out before the internet became the juggernaut that it has become today. The discussion you tend to find doesn’t seem to be very cleaned up or very nuanced - a lot of it is also probably lost to time with discussion forums and personal websites shutting down. But all I saw were really outdated remarks, like “oh kasumi’s the lolicon" and "this is pedo bait”, etc. It was gross and frustrating. So I wanted to talk about it in-depth.

The anime is initially presented to be a cute slice-of-life anime. Set in a regular school with a sci-fi twist, it gives off a cheery sweet vibe, but even from the very beginning, there was always such an off vibe to it all. With the music fluctuating between cute and off-kilter and discordant. Every shot feels vaguely oppressive, trying to hide something that should be immediately within your line of sight if you were there yourself. You immediately get a sense that something is wrong.

Not to mention so many silent shots of this looming, grotesque-looking alien pod that looms over the school with weapons.

Someone commented that the OST for this anime like “a child with anxiety” which is such a great way to describe it! It’s filled with lots of very juvenile, bouncy tunes (like lots of recorders and kazoos and xylophones and horns), even with motifs that sound similar to nursery rhymes like “Mary Had a Little Lamb” but in a minor key. It gives a very jaunty feeling while distinctly feeling off. I think it also has a very soldierly, elementary school vibe to it - like the sound of a bell and young students chanting together in unison like a military cadence. There are instances of kids singing as a choir, giving a religious, holy aspect to certain tracks. It also mixes in synthy, crazy bonker wet sounding and snappy sound samples for the alien feel of it all. It’s erratic. And it’s so cohesive!! I really don’t know much about music composition, but it’s so distinctive to fit the narrative and themes of the show and I love it. Check it out if you’re interested, it’s so funky: [x]

The show focuses on three 12-year-old girls, being tasked with capturing and subduing aliens with guns, roller skates, and symbiotic aliens that are attached to their heads and feed on their body fluids. Yeah. That’s a bit overwhelming.

And Yuri Otani, the main character, gets so much shit for hating it. She was forced into it, in a very isolating method of basically the entire classroom ganging up to all vote for her to join (no one wanted to join themselves). The other two, Kumi and Kasumi, are very competent in their own way, which makes Yuri’s inability to capture these very understandably disturbing, pulsating creatures look foolish in comparison.

She cries. Yuri cries a lot. She’s already had a very overwhelming fear with anything that pertains to aliens and left to her own devices she collapses, faints, shudders, wails, and shuts down throughout the entire show.

And understandably so, it’s creepy and gross and absolutely horrid! It doesn’t get any better!! But everyone around her acts like fighting these aliens are completely normal. Her peers are passive about her distress. Her one kind classmate friend tells her it’s not that bad because of the emergency perks. The adults around her tell her to just stick it out. The other two peers in the alien fighter club frankly have their own concerns and it’s more than just a bit of a liability that Yuri can barely defend herself at all.

Yuri in turn struggles with depression every moment she isn’t fighting aliens. She can't get out of bed in the morning. She zones out, at home and at work. It’s very resonant with me, because that kind of depression is debilitating and takes over so much of your life - you’re seen as lazy when really, you quite literally can’t function unless someone firmly and continuously forces you to do something. It’s upsetting to watch.

There are invasive, sexual overtones to this story. A lot of people have likened it to an allegory of puberty where your body is rapidly changing and just in general everything feels very confusing and upsetting. Being taken advantage of because you aren’t experienced. The danger that these adults put these children in and tell them just to figure it out or basically die trying, is very reminiscent of a lot of real societal pressure for kids to grow up with very little emotional support. To “toughen” them up, because one day they have to face this big scary world alone. It’s uncomfortable and it gets worse as the story progresses.

I don’t want to get into it too much, but there is an allegorical gang rape scene that occurs to Yuri in episode 2. The Hunt club advisor already recognized that she was struggling with alien capturing and was instructed to feed the aliens alone, without the help of the other two members to keep her safe. There, three boys who willingly attached aliens to their head and have had this odd fixation on Yuri for several days, find her all alone. It’s violent. Their drills are overtly phallic themed. I can’t get over the haunting statement of her friend calling her “miss popular” just a few hours beforehand. Their attention was NEVER wanted and that framing is so unsettling to me, like the way people say women who were sexually assaulted were “asking for it”. It’s one of the most disturbing parts of the whole show.

It’s repulsive what they do to her. And her pain is destructive not to herself, but everyone around her.

And how she immediately collapses when she sees the one person that has always been the closest thing to emotional support throughout the entire show.

There are very human moments in the show, when there are people that show signs of affection that they didn’t have to do, but did it because they cared about her and it makes all the difference.

Yuri’s one friend Miyu always waits to walk home with her. The alien capturing duties are very isolating from the rest of the school, and forces Yuri to stay very late after everybody leaves. But Miyu waits long hours, and at the end of the day, excitedly meets up with her. She invites Yuri to go shopping with her. It’s very obvious she looks forward to the time they spend together.

(E.g. Miyu reading the shopping manual, passing a note to Yuri in class, the way she runs up to meet Yuri when she’s free. It’s so sweet.)

You can even see the beams almost being prison bars that Yuri is momentarily free from. She’s the reason why Yuri gets enough courage and resolve to try her best again with alien fighting and bonding with the others of her own accord. It shows a lot about Yuri’s desire to do well with the insane tasks and responsibilities her adults give her, even when no one else notices.

The other two members of the alien capturing club are Kumi and Kasumi.

And though they help Yuri out, it’s definitely a little of a drag for them. Kumi in particular has this deep rooted anger when Yuri begs for help. Her own situation at home reminds her that she is constantly relied on; to be the good sport, to be the mature one in every situation and make all the decisions for everyone.

“I don’t feel like being nice. Not anymore.

[...]

You know something? I was the class leader from grade one onward. Being class leader sucks. All you do is look after other people and you even have to be responsible for what they do. I always got stuck doing all the crappy jobs. That's why I have this position now. So nobody can say to me ‘YOU be the leader.’ Back off and take care of your own problems.” - Kumi

You can even see her wardrobe tends to be clothes that make her more mature than she actually is, especially her black turtleneck. But she’s just a kid, too.

And to her, Yuri is another pathetic whiny colleague asking for her help. Again. And she’s tired.

Kasumi's own narrative definitely is its own disturbing, isolated situation. She’s seen to be the least upset out of the three of them in the whole series, always with a level head and a smile on her face. She’s a prodigy, and seemingly enjoys what she does. She loves everything - sports, playing music, scoring high on tests. But you can see how it feels rather empty, how she’s put herself in this situation to constantly affirm to all the adults in her life that she is well adjusted and super talented. I get the feeling she was not given the love and attention really needed as a child, and did everything she could to get some form of acknowledgement. Notably, her big brother who is noticeably absent the entire time. For… disturbingly what was implicated to be because of incest and grooming. She never quite recovers from the yellowknife alien taking advantage of her unhealthy dependency on him, as they weren’t able to save her before it symbiotically fused with her.

It's not until the traumatic incident Yuri goes through that it’s revealed that the three of them are emotionally bound and feel Yuri’s distress as if it's their own. It’s startling, like they realize that they all experienced that same terror individually, but Yuri’s is much more paralyzing. And understanding that distress, they become particularly protective about her. They only have each other that can ever fully understand what they’re going through at the moment. A classmate couldn’t ever really see that, and Kumi and Kasumi become the people in Yuri’s life that truly empathize with the situation.

and with all of them, Yuri SHINES.

Every time there is a kindness that someone extends to her, her eyes light up. She goes quiet and says, “I think I can stick this out, I think I can keep fighting for a little while longer” and god honestly it makes me feel so weepy. Being shown even one ounce of love, one little action that says “I want you to be here with me,” it gives so much weight to her as a person, someone that keeps her being like. I don’t know! Just a little kid!! Doing random kid stuff!!! It’s genuinely healing and the things they do to coax her out of her shell just a little bit brings levity of the show and moments that she can feel safe again.

You also really get to see as she’s encouraged to get over her fears on a much lower level of danger (swimming in an ocean, running through a “haunted” shrine) with her friends. Even when she’s heavily reminded of her traumatic experiences, she can always run away, back to her friends' arms.

Notice I didn’t point out her advisor leading the alien capturing duties, because she obviously has no real care towards these kids. It’s honestly a little insidious, because every adult Yuri comes in contact with is female, and have this like, motherly/teacher tone that can SOUND nice and polite, but it’s cold. It’s distant. The three go through harrowing experiences and all the advisor can focus on is her job, and what it means for her. Just that it’s just a nuisance to her.

“This is strange. I didn’t ask for this. I wonder if it got here by attaching itself to a spaceship. I haven’t even finished checking everyone’s summer homework. This is the last thing I needed!”

Obviously, that doesn’t even begin to talk about how she and the other adults are not transparent at all and have hidden intentions for the girls.

And I want to get into that as a narrative with the discussion online, because holy FUCK.

It’s time to talk about the obvious Neon Genesis Evangelion (NGE) inspiration that touches the show, from the stark compositions and beautiful animation and notably, how the main character is struggling with depression and the overwhelming responsibility that’s piled onto him. It’s honestly such an interesting comparison to me especially since the two main characters are in starkly different (yet overwhelming) situations. While Shinji is a 16-year-old boy, Yuri is a 12-year-old girl and their societal expectations based on each identity sets them apart.

Everyone really loves to compare Shinji and Yuri, even going so far as to say “Alien 9 is basically just NGE.” God. That’s a bit reductive of a comparison. You can see the way they talk about both of them, how useless and crybaby and whiny they both are perceived to be by this audience.

They call Yuri “bitchy”, they call her “useless crybaby”, they call her stupid and moronic, but most importantly, they say she has 0 character development throughout the entire show. I want to take a second to process that, because trauma does NOT equal character development.

And finally, I want to talk about one of the most casually unsettling parts of the show for me, personally:

Yuri’s teacher notices that she’s distracted and detached. She can’t focus on school. And her assumption?

That she’s thinking about summer vacation. And then, in the very next scene, Yuri asks to quit the alien capturing duties because she can’t take it anymore - and the teacher says THIS.

The hypocrisy and apathy in these two scenes. The way adults pretend they care but also assume every sign of distress means you're just lazy. It’s heartwrenching. Which one is it? Stop relaxing, or don’t be so uptight? It’s maddening to me. To change the narrative to suit your own assumptions about this child because really, Yuri doesn’t have a choice in the matter. And she continues to collapse under the weight of these responsibilities, and continue to be locked into something that she is completely incapable of handling.

Yuri is so overwhelmed all she can do is shut down and cry and everyone just tells her to get over it like one day she'll snap and do her job no problem like she's not going through the most harrowing shit no one should ever go through ever in their lives. And she ends up screwing up more and more because they keep withdrawing all support to "toughen her up". They NEVER take her seriously, they never let her breathe because she's just a little crybaby girl who doesn't know what's best for her and it just keeps getting worse.

And that’s what is so haunting to me, to see such a common response from the audience watching this same show, to sound exactly like these adults. To take away from the show that Yuri is useless and bratty and should have snapped and fought back at one point, like a main protagonist in a hero’s journey converting their trauma into a badass version of themselves or something. I don’t know, there’s something to be said about how these tone deaf reviews were written and discussed by cis men, while one of the few blog posts I actually liked about Alien 9 was posted in 2021 by two women. There’s a bit of a whiplash to how people received this show on the internet based on who was watching and when.

Anyway, there’s still way more to unpack in terms of the other characters in the show, but I’ll leave it here. Alien 9 in all of its flaws and open-ended questions deserves to be engaged head on. It has its flaws and due to cancellation and budget cuts, was forced to leave on a cliffhanger on its fourth and final episode. A lot was left open.

But it had a very particular set tone from the beginning, and there was a lot of deliberate intention behind their creative decisions. I’m tired of seeing people say “it’s sooo weird” and “they didn’t know what they were doing” for discussion. It’s definitely a show I keep thinking about on and off again.

#alien 9 #Yuri Otani #Kumi Kawamura #Kasumi Tomine #tw abuse #tw implied sa #tw assault #Linktoo rambles #I finally finished writing this #sorry it's so long... I hope someone enjoys reading this #I love alien 9 I listen to the ost while I'm working

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redpanther23 · 2 months

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second autobiographical essay below

The first sixteen years of my life I spent with my mom, and they were honestly the motherfucking worst.

My mom met my step dad larping when I was about 2, he was 16, and she was 26. She got pregnant, they got married, and he started sexually abusing me right away. When my brother was born, I couldn't stand him and was a complete cunt to him (sorry dude, I was a kid and I didn't know better.)

When I started school, I struggled to focus and did very poorly, and my mom and step dad would beat me and take all my things out of my room except for furniture, and lock me in there except to use the bathroom, for months on end, until they thought my grades were good enough. My step dad would come into my room at night and touch me. He would also jump out at me around corners and "wrestle" with me (pretending to wrestle for fun so he could squeeze my tits.) I would struggle and yell, and bite him as hard as I could, and my mom would punish me for hurting him. Sometimes he would do it in front of her, and when I complained to her, she would call me a liar. (His name again: Rigel Cameron Freeman.)

We moved pretty much every year because my parents struggled to maintain jobs. Mainly we lived in different parts of Gainesville, Florida, but we also briefly lived in Raleigh, North Carolina. At school I was usually the only non Christian kid, and I was a complete asshole because my family life was so horrible, so no one liked me and I was bullied constantly. I spent a lot of time in class, and all my time at recess, drawing and making up imaginary friends, or reading books about talking cats (I was very misanthropic, something I still struggle with.) When I was in late elementary to middle school, I made a few friends I still talk to. That was also the same time as my first suicide attempt (5th grade), and when I started self harming.

When I was 12 I dyed my hair red, and my friend's dad named me Red (their family were Irish and Cherokee.) I had been called lots of other names before that, basically something different by each relative, and the only thing everyone could agree on was that none of them suited me (and no one ever called me my government name.) After I was named Red, I dyed my hair every other color you can think of, but my name has stayed the same.

The same year, I moved to Miami, and that began a new isolated phase in my life that led to me becoming interested in magick. My mom had never lived in a major city before, and we ended up moving to a pretty sketchy neighborhood (gunshots almost every night, drive bys, etc.) In our home country (Mississippi) kids are simply expected to fend for themselves outdoors until supper. Now that I was trapped inside with my incredibly abusive family, I had nothing to turn to but the internet (something I'm sure many of us here can relate to.)

I became interested in magic through mythology. I had always found other pre-Christian cultures fascinating, since I wasn't allowed to learn anything about my own, and I discovered through Wikipedia and Google searches that people still practiced the pagan European religions of my ancestors. Through neopaganism, I began to learn about ceremonial magic extremely quickly, feeling as though it was the one piece of my life I'd been missing, finding that I had an innate understanding of something other than visual art for the first time. It wasn't long before I was ready to try my first invocation. I had always wondered if I had a "spirit animal," or a guide, which I knew must be part of my subconscious, and recognizing immediately that I could use ritual meditation to access this, I crafted my first ritual based on some uninitiated wiccan articles I had been reading, and what implements I had laying around. I set out a circle of stones, invoked the four quadrants with a candle at each cardinal direction, laid out offerings of oil, salt, and water, lit an incense cone, and two additional candles for the Mother and Father. My practice is very different now, but my results at the time were extraordinarily intense. When I closed my eyes, this is what I saw:

Dense forest, high on the mountain. It's foggy and overcast, but it's summertime. The rocks are covered with moss, thick and green. I look down at my sandy brown forepaws and know that I am a panther. I begin to stroll, and I can feel the power in my muscles. I'm strong and free.

I opened my eyes, and was back in my bedroom, surrounded by rocks and candles. Shortly afterward, my mom mentioned Scott Panther to me for the first time (I didn't remember meeting him as a baby.) I'm sure it will confuse some that my first experience with a native archetype, my family animal, was through a European style ritual. Hey, think how I feel! I should have been able to take peyote and meet a mountain lion face to face to earn my name, like any decent person. Unfortunately, since I was so isolated, I didn't have the privilage. My connection to the panther is extremely deep - some of my first dreams were of being a cat, and the first time I prayed (age 8) it was to "StarClan," which, for the uninitiated, is the clan of dead cats who live in the sky in the children's book series Warrior Cats (I still like to think my cat ancestors are up there watching.) I've always studied cat behavior and embodied cat energy, even before I had any vision, but in my life that was treated as something annoying and strange by the people around me, rather than the sacred mystical practice it was. When I had cats in my life, I prioritized them, often over my own health and safety. Even though I only have a dog now, I still consider cats to be my teachers. I can't say whether my conceptualization of reality and my experiences is native, or European, but I would guess it's a mix of both, like me.

I started high school at MAST Academy in Miami, a school for "future scientists." My family always discouraged me from drawing or playing music, often my instruments would be taken away or sold, or I would have nothing but lined notebook paper to draw on (I would only get things I needed for school.) Since all I had to decide a "career" on was my passion for non-human animals, I thought I might be a zoologist. It was a lot less horrible than most other high schools in a lot of ways, and a few of the teachers even treated me like a person (cheers.) I started visiting my dad a little during this period, he began teaching me about Jewish mysticism and Kaballah, what little I could understand, and I began to read from his collection of books on magick and the occult.

During my second year of high school, my mom and step dad moved to the Netherlands, and brought me with them. I was too young and shy (scared) to have any fun, and I just thought about suicide constantly. My mom would never stop yelling at me about everything, telling me how l worthless I am. I caught my step dad taking pictures of me as I got out of the shower, and my little brother told me he caught him watching me sleep through the window over my bedroom door (you could stand at the top of the stairs and look right through it.) I became paranoid he was going to start raping me again, like he did when I was younger, and slept with a knife beside me, when I could sleep. (Again, his name is Rigel Cameron Freeman, and he is a computer programmer who works in the video game industry.)

The only positive part of my life during this period was an online death cult I joined, called Les Fleurs de la Mort. I can't talk about our practices in detail, but it lead me to get really into gardening, which was probably the healthiest possible pastime for me. I don't think I've spoken to any of my fellow Fleurists in years, but if any y'all are reading this, meow.

After I turned 16, I got the chance to visit my dad back in Miami (court ordered), and I refused to return to my mom. I haven't heard from my mom or step dad since then, except for a handful of extremely rude emails from my mom before covid, and I hope that's the end of it.

Rigel Cameron Freeman, the pedophile who made my life hell and molested me constantly throughout my childhood, currently has sole custody of my youngest sibling, who's 9. (He was born after I left, and we've never met.)

#red panther speaks

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𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞. | 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

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pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab) // chan x fem!reader (afab)

genre: nonidol/collegegrad!felix. waitress!reader. college au. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. friends to enemies to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining. cheating. abusive boyfriend/ex. drama galore. the sexual tension is REAL in this one.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. felix is reader's estranged childhood bestie. chan is low-key an asshole in this ngl. heavy topics are mentioned such as: abusive/toxic relationships, cheating, and pathological lying. drinking/partying. the summer vibes are real in this one. there will be humor/fluff throughout to balance everything. and ofc smut too because who am i if not a whore for filthy felix smut. 😉

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summary: ever since you were born, all you've ever known is living a simple life in the small australian coastal town of bridgeport bay. you're content with working at your parent's beachside restaurant angel waves for the rest of your life, and you're happy with your place in the world - you have good friends and an even better boyfriend. that is, until everything comes to a standstill when a familiar face from the past visits town for the summer. and in the wake of his return, lee felix upturns everything you thought you were content with here in your comforting little beach town.

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Every day leading up to the party at Jeongin’s, you met Felix outside early in the morning. At first, it just started as you waking up before the sun rose to catch a glimpse of him wading into the ocean waters.

But then, things steadily turned into you sitting outside on your parent’s porch, just like you had on his second day back at Bridgeport Bay. And each time he acknowledged your presence there in the wicker chair, he’d come over after his swim, trickling with cerulean teardrops from the sea and smelling of warm salt and sand.

The two of you got to talking, as the mornings passed. And the later in the week it grew, the more you realized how much Felix hadn’t changed. He was still the taekwondo prodigy from elementary school, who had risen to fame amongst his university classmates in South Korea. He was still the goofy kid from your childhood, the middle schooler who had grown up to play weird pranks on his friends in university. He was still the kid from high school who hated tomatoes, and always asked for them on the side when his university’s canteen had ‘burger night.’

He was everything you had known him for, but so much more too.

He was a grown adult, who had foraged a life of his own in a country thousands of miles away from Bridgeport Bay. He was a fully-fledged man - who had a degree in Performing Dance Arts and hoped to become a dance instructor after his summer break.

Not to mention, he looked very different from how you used to know him.

Every day that passed, with him standing there in front of you, drenched in seawater, you were reminded of this fact.

From the chiseled abs and sculpted arms and sharp, pointed jaw.

When the sight of that side of him became too much, you usually called it quits - claiming that you had to get ready for the day. In reality, you just had to make a hasty escape.

So that you could sink to the floor in your bedroom after you had said your goodbyes.

So that you could listen to the raging clang of your heartbeat against your ribcage in the quietness of your room.

So that your mind could play that version of him over and over again in the forefront of your mind.

And then before you knew it, it was the day of the party and you and Yeji were driving over to Jeongin’s house in her car. Chris lived close to Jeongin’s place, so he was going to meet you guys there.

“This party is gonna be so fucking good,” she was saying, just as she pulled up to his place. Already, there were loads of cars lining either side of the residential street. And just as you had remembered it, his quaint house was tucked right next to the beautiful mountainside of Bridgeport Bay that you had always glimpsed from your bedroom window growing up. “Like, I’ve been wanting to go to one for a while now… thanks so much for inviting me, babe.”

As you stepped out of her cherry-red Corolla, you flashed her an easy smile. “Yeah, no problem, I thought it’d be fun to have you tag along…” Plus, you had a feeling that you wouldn’t know many of the people at the party besides your immediate friends. And Chris, of course.

The two of you began to make your way over to Jeongin’s front door. You noticed the large number of people who were lingering outside, with adults who looked around your age holding bottles of beer, and couples making out while sitting on the front lawn. So basically, the usual that happened at such parties. The bass of the music vibrated through your heels and into your spine as you finally stepped through the threshold of the house.

Everything was dark, save for the few lanterns and candles that were lit throughout the place. Party-goers were everywhere, only getting rowdier as the minutes ticked by and the alcohol flowed through bloodlines. There was a makeshift dance floor in the center of the living room, which was almost unrecognizable from how many wriggling bodies were crammed into the small carpeted space. Men and women alike rubbed up on each other, and you quickly averted your eyes as soon as you saw a few begin to move like fucking pole dancers.

“I need a drink,” you said, massaging the back of your neck in awkwardness as you and Yeji flooded through the cramped hallway. It had been so long since you had been inside Jeongin’s house, but walking between the dark sage-colored walls brought you back to your teenage years when you used to come over on occasion to hang out with Felix and Jeongin and the rest of their friend group.

The kitchen wasn’t bustling with as many people as the rest of the ranch-style house, meaning that you could catch your breath for a few seconds. As you stood there, off to the sidelines, you watched as Yeji fetched you a beer - she was going to be the designated driver for the night, so no alcohol for her. The few guys that stood near the countertop that was overflowing with bags of chips and candy gave her silent looks of interest.

Your best friend had always been rather gorgeous, even at the tender age of nine, when you had initially met her. Her long, raven-black hair was silky and seemed to shine under the lights of the kitchen, and she had a perpetual smile plastered onto her face. For the party, she was dressed in a show-stopping black mini-dress that brought out the milky tone of her skin and clashed perfectly with her dark eyes and red-tinted lips.

On the other hand, there you were - in a simple pair of light-washed shorts and a pastel blue tank that had a small daisy print on it. Your outfit was nothing fancy, and nothing compared to the glamorous aesthetic of your best friend. But it was comfortable and you liked being comfortable.

Just then, you felt warm fingers thread through your own, pulling you back. You peered up to see a smirking Chris. “Hi, there, beautiful… mind if I get your name?” He asked in a low voice that was hard to hear over the blaring EDM music that was pulsing throughout the entire house.

Already feeling the smile brighten your entire being, you leaned up into him and gave his lips a sweet kiss. “Hi, babe- did you just get here?” Yeji stepped in front of you then, pushing a red solo cup of beer into your free hand that wasn’t currently threading through your boyfriend’s dark tresses.

“Nah, I’ve been here for a while- it's been nice catching up with some old friends.” Chris reached forward, grabbing the cup out of your hands and taking a big swig of the liquor. As he pulled the rim of the cup away from his mouth, he frowned slowly. “Ugh- this tastes like shit. I need to give Jeongin some pointers next time he buys the alcohol.”

“Hey Y/N, do you mind if I leave you here? I’m pretty sure I just saw one of my old friends from high school and I-”

Chris was already waving a nonchalant hand in the air, pulling you a little closer to his side as he said, “Don’t worry about it, Yeji, she’s in good hands.” You drew your gaze away from your boyfriend’s chiseled jaw and offered your friend a delicate nod.

“Seriously, don’t worry about me and go out there and have some fun… you deserve it.” Yeji squealed at your approval, wrapping one of her arms around you and giving your side a tight squeeze before she was flitting out of the kitchen altogether.

Just then your boyfriend was tugging on your hand, pulling you through the threshold of the kitchen and out into the throng of people again. “C’mon, I want you to see some of the guys from high school.” By ‘guys,’ he meant his best friends from the soccer team that he had played on throughout high school. He still kept in touch with them regularly, but you didn’t hang out with them that much, so it had been quite some time since you had seen their faces.

“But I hate big crowds,” you whined at him as he tugged you through the bodies that were smashed together in the dining room. Felix had said that it would be a small party with just some close friends, but obviously, he had only said that to get you to come. You’d need a lot more than just one beer if you were going to get through the night unscathed and still standing. Chris pulled you out to the back patio area, passing the pool that was full of shouting drunks. “And I don’t really-”

Your voice caught in your throat as your boyfriend finally stopped in front of the fire pit that was tucked away into the corner of the backyard. You had sat around the raging fire and had roasted marshmallows one time before, back when you were a junior in high school and it was winter out.

There, sitting around the fire, were a handful of Chris’ former teammates from high school. And also, some of Felix’s groupies.

And then, there was…

Felix, too.

He was sitting in a lawn chair that was pulled up close to the fire. He was tipping his head back as he took a long draw from his glass that looked full of coke. He had never been a big alcohol drinker. Similar to you, he was dressed down - in tight black jeans and a baggy graphic tee. A single thin silver chain hung around his neck, drawing attention to his exposed clavicle.

It took him a moment to notice you, but as soon as he did, he was rising from his seat and darting over to your side. “Y/N- hi, happy you could make it!” He exclaimed cheerfully, as he gave you a quick side hug.

Almost instantly, Chris was pulling away from your form and finding a seat near his friends, seemingly forgetting about your presence right then and there and instead focusing on his old friends.

You gave Chris a glare from the way that he was practically abandoning you around a bunch of near-strangers. But you managed to flash Felix a faint smile, “Yeah, thanks for inviting me. Although, I didn’t think there’d be this many people here…” Your voice trailed off, as your eyes followed the line of people that were spaced around the pool’s edge, jumping into the blue-tinted water or chatting with alcohol in hand.

Felix ran a nervous hand through his blonde locks, grimacing quietly, “Jeongin said it was just gonna be a quiet thing. But, obviously, he invited more than just a few people.” Rolling his eyes at that, he motioned with a tilt of his head to the two empty chairs that were nearby. “Wanna roast a couple of marshmallows with me?”

“I’d love to.” You said with a grin, as you took a seat beside the fire. Immediately, the warmth enveloped you, calming your racing heart and forcing you to relax in your chair.

Your anxiety was just from the large party.

You had never been a big fan of immense crowds.

Yeah, it was definitely from that.

Felix kept his gaze on you as he slid two fluffy white marshmallows onto separate roasting sticks. “I thought you were bringing Yeji tonight.” He gave you one of the sticks, and you soon leaned forward and slowly began to roast your marshmallow.

“She’s here- just off catching up with some of her old friends from high school,” you began, as you watched the flames lick around the whiteness, biting into the gooey skin and toasting it a beautiful brown colour. “You know how it can be sometimes… time slips past you when you meet friends from the past.”

Your eyes flitted over to his form then, and he caught your stare. The air seemed to halt around you, the tension snapping between you as his face darkened somewhat. The starry-night sky did little to brighten the atmosphere, the waning crescent moon shining high above your head and casting a light glow across his freckled cheeks.

Like the fucking elephant in the room, you both knew that your words were meant for more than just Yeji and her friends.

“Mhm- it can be a lot to deal with when you see old friends again.” He mused in a low voice, one that you knew was only meant for you to hear. His gaze slid away from you then, as he focused all his energy on smushing his browned marshmallow between two pieces of cinnamon graham crackers and a slab of milk chocolate. “Here,” he moved towards you, offering up the s’more with delicate fingers.

You snorted incredulously, pushing his hand away from your face, “That’s yours, Felix.”

“Well, I want you to have it.”

And before you could offer up any more protests, he was shifting against your side, shoving the sweet thing into your open hand. Fingers brushed across fingers, and you were jolted backward from the contact. From the softness of it all. From the feeling of his palm swiping against your knuckles.

“Besides, I’ve already had like, five tonight. I don’t need any more marshmallows for a while.”

Quietly, you took a tiny bite out of the warm dessert. The sugar burst across your tongue, and you were brought back to your childhood, during the days when you and Felix used to roast marshmallows on your parent’s porch deep into the summer months.

The melty center of the marshmallow reminded you of him.

The saccharine taste of it all remained you of him.

And suddenly, you no longer felt hungry for another s’more.

Eyes scanning over the fire pit, you caught sight of Chris. He was sprawled out in his chair, chuckling over something stupid that his friend was telling him with animated gestures. You could tell that the liquor was going straight to his head, making him dizzy and irrational. You always hated when he drank. He turned into a different person whenever he did.

Just as you were about to tell Felix that you didn’t want another s’more, a voice rang out from across your side. “Ayo- you made it Y/N… good to see you!” You peered up from your seat to see a beaming Jeongin. He reached out to you, rustling your hair playfully as he drew closer to the bonfire.

“It’s a bigger turnout than I thought it would be, that’s for sure.” You said, but you couldn’t help the smile that erupted across your face at the sight of your old acquaintance. It was good to meet up with the people from your childhood. It felt like you were taking a trip down memory lane, one which was endearing and peaceful, and full of happiness.

At least, most of the feelings you felt right then were joyful ones.

“I bring offerings,” Jeongin announced to the entire ground that sat around the fire pit, holding up the plethora of green beer bottles that he had clasped in either hand. “We’re about to play a lit game of truth or dare!”

Seungmin, one of Felix’s friends from high school, grumbled out from across the roaring flames. “Can you please stop using the word lit? It’s really fucking annoying and super outdated.”

Jeongin rolled his eyes dramatically, sticking out his tongue in defiance. “Get used to it bro- it’s my new favorite word.”

“You guys are so fucking ridiculous…” You heard Felix say under his breath from beside you. Nonetheless, you saw the fondness that crossed his face at the sight of his friends bickering together. Just like old times, it would seem.

“The rules are, if you can’t tell the truth or do the dare, you have to take a shot,” Jeongin explained, as he picked a few empty solo cups off of the ground and began to fill them up with beer. “We’ll go clockwise, so… Jason, you start.”

The first player up was one of Chris’ friends, and he chose one of the girls that you didn’t know to pick truth or dare. She chose a dare and was forced to jump into the nearby pool fully clothed. Everyone around the campfire clapped in delight at how daring she was, and the game steadily continued from them.

Halfway through the first round, Yeji appeared from the backyard porch. “What’d I miss?” She asked, as he leaned over your shoulder and peered into the fire.

You shrugged, giving her arm a fond squeeze, “Nothing much, we’re just playing a few rounds of truth or dare. You wanna join in?” You watched as she found a lone chair somewhere off into the distance, dragging it towards the fire and plopping into it right beside you. And just like that, Yeji joined in on the fun.

The first three rounds passed in a blur of shots being thrown back and confessions being thrown around. You had avoided playing wholeheartedly, instead opting to take a few drinks in the wake of avoiding pressing truths or a crazy dare.

As the night passed on, the crowd of people around the pool seemed to grow, the music from inside the house getting louder and spilling out into the backyard. A few more people joined in on the game as time slipped by, and soon, you had a large group participating in the fun. The entire time, Felix hadn’t taken a sip of alcohol, instead opting to nurse his cherry coke. You guessed he must’ve been the assigned designated driver for the night for some of his friends.

Yeji lost her rights to drive by her third shot, and since everyone else was pretty shit-faced, that left only Felix as the completely sober one. The idea of having him drive you home sent a pang of hurt to course through your veins. You didn’t want to be a nuisance or bother him in the least bit.

“I choose… Chris!” Changbin, one of Felix’s older friends, shouted over the loudness of the party. It was his turn to pick his victim and you could tell his ideas were going to be bad - if his wide smirk was anything to go off of. “Truth or dare?”

Chris’ eyes were so glazed over, the red flames from the fire reflected off of his irises in an eery kind of way. His cheeks were dusted with a crimson flush from the liquor, a deep, toothy scowl permanently etched onto his lips. At that moment, you didn’t even want the others to know that he was your boyfriend. His drunkenness was too embarrassing. Albeit, a lot of the others were nearly blacked-out too, but something about Chris slurring his words and yelling loudly did something funny to your heart. Made it trip over itself and forced a lump to form in your throat.

“I- choose… dare.” He mumbled elatedly, throwing his hands up into the air in defeat. But he seemed rather pleased to still be playing, to be given a dare that was cutthroat. He had always loved drinking games.

Changbin rubbed his hands together, grinning mischievously, “Alright… I dare you to… kiss the hottest girl here.”

You felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. You hadn’t expected the dare to turn out in that kind of sense. The others around the campfire let out dark chuckles, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as Chris shakily rose from his seat.

“Not even a fucking debate-” He started in a scratchy voice. As he neared you, you could feel your eyes widen painfully.

No, no, no, please don’t-

But then just as you thought he was going to dip into your form, he was turning to your side, eyeing Yeji like she was a piece of meat. She was pretty shit-faced, but still had enough sense in her to blush profusely.

And just as Chris was about to lean into her for a drunken kiss, you found yourself shooting up from your spot, palms landing on his rigid chest as you pushed him back so hard he bumbled around the lawn like a complete drunk.

“What the fuck, Chris?!” You screamed, the tears already beginning to prick at the corners of your vision. Your boyfriend gave you a deep frown, the light in his eyes dimming to annoyance. You could feel the eyes of everyone on you guys, and the sounds of the party seemed to dim in the background, as you stared at your boyfriend with the hurt already beginning to bloom in your chest. “Why would you-”

“I wasn’t actually going to kiss her, stupid!” He retorted back, chuckling at how stupid you had been.

And maybe you were being stupid.

Maybe you were overreacting.

After all, it was just some dumb drinking game.

It wasn’t that serious-

“Don’t call her stupid.”

Felix’s voice seemed to ring out across the entire yard, dancing around your ears and making your cheeks heat up in a peachy-pink colour. You turned to him, noticing the way he was scowling Chris’ way. He was up from his chair, fists clenched at his sides. It was hard to see through the tears that were steadily flowing down your cheeks, but you could faintly make out the taut line of his lips that were pressed into a displeased line.

“Felix, I-”

But then you had no time to react, as one of his hands was clamping down around your forearm, yanking you backward and to his form. “Let’s get out of here.” He said in a low voice, as his hand trailed down your bare arm and his fingers threaded through your own.

Just as you were getting dragged away from the scene, Yeji stumbled out of her chair, calling out to you in a desperate plea, “Y/N, wait!”

Felix offered her no time to explain, as he pushed you through the crowd of people and into the house. He lead your wobbly legs the entire way, holding onto your hand firmly as it was hard to see through the mistiness of your vision. Finally, when you arrived at his car, he opened the passenger door and helped you into the seat.

When he had buckled himself into the driver’s seat and the ignition was roaring to life, Felix finally turned to face you. Reaching over the center consul of his car, he gave your hand a tight squeeze.

“Forget about him, yeah? He’s not worth your energy right now.” He said in a faint voice, one that graced over your ears and was a nice respite from the booming sounds of the party.

You roughly scrubbed at your eyes, trying to will the tears to stop. You were feeling so many emotions all at once… embarrassment, betrayal, but also… relief, to be taken out of such a situation so quickly.

“Where do you wanna go?” Felix asked upon your silence, and just then you managed to peel your eyes open, taking a glance at the clock on the dashboard and reading that it was well after midnight. “Home?”

You leaned your head against the black leather seat. It felt cold under your skin. Comforting, almost, to have something chilled touch your feverish cheeks. “No, I don’t want to sit alone in my room, not yet…” His face became clearer in your mind then, and you saw the way his mouth ticked up in a faint smile from your vulnerable admission that you didn’t want him to leave your side so soon.

“Then I know just the place.” Felix mused in that silky, deep voice of his. And soon, he was pulling away from the curb of Jeongin’s home, merging onto the street and taking you to his mysterious location that would seemingly make everything better. The entire time he drove, his palm stayed pressed against yours, fingers threaded through yours. “You just focus on my hand, yeah? Don’t think about anything else…”

Just like that, his soothing voice was lulling you into a mindless kind of stupor. With the bright town lights flashing around you as he drove steadily down the highway, you were brought into a listless state of limbo.

And he was right.

Focusing on him, and his touch was helping tremendously.

Helped take your mind off of everything, and all of your warring feelings.

And instead, all you could focus on was the way that his palm felt so soft pressed against yours.

The way his fingers fit so perfectly between yours.

Almost like, you had been destined to hold onto each other’s hands.

To be continued...

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chuuyrr · 2 years

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I have a adorable request! Kid Mikey having a crush on teen reader. Like how kid Mikey "courts" teen reader, and waits for her after school maybe just to see her, walk with her or give her gifts, maybe a flower or chocolates. Not in a weird way ofcourse.

I remember a kid from 1st grade used to call me "ate ganda" when I was in 6th grade. He had a crushed on me for the rest of the school year until I graduated elementary. He used to visit me at my classroom just to see me and compliment me. It was so adorable 😭

kid! sano manjiro "courts" scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader

jujutsu kaisen x reader x tokyo revengers

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for tokyo revengers and jujutsu kaisen, major themes of fluff, no one died au because i've had enough of angst lately please-

╰➤ PAIRING(s): mikey x reader

hello, thank you so much for requesting and for being patient! also ancute naman nyarn nakakatuwa kwento niyo. ako naman napapagkamalan na nanay sa mall ng bata bhe 😭 bigla na lang may lalapit sa akin, yayakapin legs ko sabay sabi ng mama tas sasabihin ng guardian nila sa kanila, "hindi yan si mama mo! sorry po ate!" HAHAHA wala ayorn lang, enjoy reading ♡

before you read: for your reference, reader is in highschool, while mikey is in elementary. reader is not in love with kid! mikey. it's just a kid! mikey having a simple crush on reader!

kid! mikey having a crush is literally the cutest thing ever.

he was picking a fight against a small group of high schoolers together with kid! draken, when you saw them. ypu've always had a soft spot for children, almost motherly in some ways, so despite the fact that he could have handle it; just as the bigger kid your age was about to hurt the little blonde boy, you made a direct lunge, hurling your schoolbag right in their face, before shoving another so hard that he was nearly thrown flying. if only they knew you had imbued chaos magic in your hands, but that was your secret.

"oi, what gives?" the bully, together with his little gang, snapped his head towards you, only to see you stand in front of kid! mikey and kid! draken in a protective stance. "stay out of our fight, bitch!"

"you kiss your mother with that mouth?" you raised a brow. "watch your manners, kids. you don't want to see me angry." right on cue, a flicker of red had surrounded your [color] irises, glowing menacingly, and that alone was enough to scare the bullies away.

"goodness! children these days don't have any respect." you sighed, the red glow in your eyes fading as you turned to face mikey and draken, your friendly and smiling demeanor instantly returning as you picked up the schoolbag you'd thrown. "are you two okay? you two aren't hurt, are you?"

mikey was practically in awe, and so was draken, but mostly him. not only were you a badass, you were so pretty up this close too.

"w-we're o-okay.." draken's eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to his friend.

did he really just stammer? the mikey, who's always confident and revels in fighting, was reduced to a suddenly shy kid with a blush across his cheekbones; mikey's shinichiro was suddenly showing.

"thank goodness!"

no, you weren't just badass and beautiful, you were incredibly kind too. god, how can someone like you be this sweet? it was making mikey feel all shy. shouldn't it be the other way around? wasn't he supposed to be the one to protect you? mikey might be a kid, and you're way way older, but he knows martial arts!

but eventually, that became the kickstart of mikey's infatuation with the high school girl that had saved him and his ken-chin. it was definitely a crush at first for him, and it was so obvious, yet he ironically seemed to be oblivious to it at the same time. shinichiro and emma couldn't help but notice how mikey started acting differently ever since that happened.

"hey emma, do girls like flowers and chocolates?" mikey started asking emma questions as such. "or maybe dorayaki can do?"

mikey's friends, such as draken and baji, have noticed him constantly fixing his hair and staring at you in admiration whenever he sees you.

it didn't take long for big brother shinichiro and little sister emma to catch up on mikey. the same goes with the founding members of toman. in fact, they were all intrigued and amused to see mikey act in such a way. he clearly liked you. they'd tease him about it, but he'd shrug it off relatively quick. like, what's so embarrassing about that?

if he likes you, then he likes you. it was simple.

mikey's heart was incredibly happy when he found out that you go to the same school as him, because it means he can see you often :)

"oh, hello! i didn't know you go to this school too." you smiled at him. "what'cha doing here? are you waiting for your guardian?"

"not really, it's just that i haven't really introduced myself, nor got to thank you properly." mikey made a slight bow with his head before scratching the nape of his neck and shyly handing you a single stalk of a rose, wrapped in a thin patterned plastic. "my name's mikey, and uh, i got you this."

"aww, thank you, mikey! i'm [name]." you happily accepted his gift. mikey couldn't help but smile in awe when you smiled. seeing you this happy has since become his motivation.

what started as a simple thank you gift and greeting became a routine for you and mikey. he started waiting for you after school. it wasn't anything weird; he just liked seeing you and being with your company, and you didn't mind it. it made your after-school hours less lonely. often come home alone from school more frequently these days because gojo and megumi have become too busy with jujutsu stuff to pick you up.

most of the time, mikey would wait for you at the school gate and expect him to have a small gift on him to give you almost every single time. you felt a little guilty because he was always giving you something. apart from flowers, you received chocolates, dorayakis, and canned juices, but even if you declined, mikey would insist, so you're left without any choice but to accept.

you and mikey frequently talk about school, such as how your days were or if anything was bothering you two. the more you got to hang out with the kid, you eventually learned how he had a tiny gang named toman, so you were pretty much shocked and embarrassed when you found out he could actually fight. mikey assured you it was no biggie and that he wouldn't mind being saved by you though.

there are times when you don't come to school because jujutsu tech summons you to handle special grade jujutsu-related missions, and mikey gets a little pouty and sad because he doesn't get to see you. mikey has a keen eye, so he instantly notices when you arrive at school drained the next day after missing a day or so.

"are you okay, [name]-chan?" mikey would rush to your aid and ask you as soon as he saw you after school, seeing how you weren't your usual friendly and smiling self.

"do i need to beat someone up?"

"w-what?! i'm okay! just exhausted."

you found it hard to tell mikey why you had been exactly drained out every time you went absent from school. you just couldn't explain it to him, because it was bizarre. mikey would most likely think you were joking or exaggerating, but you eventually decided to tell him because you were out of excuses.

"scarlet witch? cursed spirits?" mikey furrowed his brows in confusion.

see, this is exactly what you feared when you told him about jujutsu sorcerers, cursed spirits, and your identity and powers as a witch.

"you don't have to believe me! it's crazy, i know!" you laughed it off, waving a hand dismissively.

"i believe you."

"what? really?"

mikey admired you even more after learning about you, and hearing you tell stories or rant was always genuinely interesting to him. he'd listen to you all day and never get tired of it, like ever at all.

don't even get me started on the moment you're going to show him your chaos magic. mikey is going to start asking you to do magic all the time. it could be pulling a dorayaki out of nowhere or making tree leaves sway and dance in the air, and it will always be a magical sight for him! he practically showers with compliments. "you're so cool!" "that was awesome!"

not only did you get an after-school company, but you also found someone who understands you and isn't afraid of your power. you were honestly afraid of scaring the poor blonde kid away, so you didn't expect him to like your chaos magic.

kid! mikey "courting" you genuinely made your heart incredibly happy.

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spacefinch · 5 months

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My thoughts on all the MSB friendship dynamics

Carlos & Dorothy Ann: One of my favorite pairs-- both as a ship and as friends. They are just so good together. They bicker a lot, but at the end of the day, there's no one else they trust more.

Phoebe & Carlos: This is such a great friendship. They're best friends. They're honorary siblings. They both know how to make just about anyone feel better.

Carlos & Tim: Just two guys being dudes. They canonically call each other things like "buddy" and "pal." Sadly, there isn't a whole lot we know about their friendship.

Keesha & Carlos: Theater kids. That is all. I quite enjoyed their dynamic in the ants episode. And I have a headcanon that they are both very protective of Phoebe.

Arnold & Carlos: We don't see much of their dynamic in the show, but they seem to get along well in the chapter books. I imagine they bond over their shared love of geology.

Carlos & Ralphie: Officially the silly geese of the crew. In the Dinosaur Detectives chapter book, Ralphie is the only one who doesn't groan at Carlos's puns.

Carlos & Wanda: The reason we didn't get an episode or book focused on the two of them is because they would have been too powerful. I imagine them having the same dynamic as Bucky Barnes and small Steve Rogers from Captain America: The First Avenger.

Phoebe & Keesha: Best friends! I love them so much. I also headcanon that Keesha was the first to befriend Phoebe after she transferred to Walker Elementary from her old school.

Phoebe & Arnold: Whether you ship them or just see them as best friends, they make a good pair. Even better: they both have bird names. ("Arnold" comes from the Germanic words for "eagle" and "power," while "Phoebe" is a type of North American flycatcher.)

Phoebe & Wanda: Yet another dynamic we don't see much of. But their height difference is everything to me. They're girlfriends in every sense of the word.

Phoebe & Tim: Art and nature friends! They probably both love bird-watching.

Phoebe & Ralphie: They are great together. I enjoy reading fanfics where they're stepsiblings.

Phoebe & D.A.: We see more of their friendship in the chapter books compared to the show, but I love them.

Keesha & Ralphie: The other "we bicker all the time, but at the end of the day, we've got each other's backs" friendship. Ralphie's fantastic imagination paired with Keesha's logic makes for a great dynamic.

Keesha & Tim: I like them. I wish I'd seen more of them together. They were great in the "Sees Stars" episode.

Keesha & Arnold: Underrated friendship that we should have seen more of.

Keesha & Wanda: Yet ANOTHER dynamic that was criminally underutilized. But they are best friends. I know, because they told me themselves./j

Keesha & D.A.: Between the two of them, they will get all the facts and get plenty of research in. Also: purple.

Tim & Ralphie: The two biggest sci-fi/superhero nerds in the class. Ralphie comes up with stories, and Tim brings them to life with his drawings.

Ralphie & Arnold: They're probably the most easily scared, but for different reasons. But they can both be brave when they need to be.

Wanda & Ralphie: Judge these two by their size, do you, hmmm? (I hc that they are the two shortest kids in the class, and neither of them like to be reminded of it.)

D.A. & Ralphie: If these two are working together-- be it in a baseball game or in a group project, it's over for you. That is, if they aren't bickering.

D.A. & Tim: A fantastic mystery-solving duo. D.A. is very detail-oriented, while Tim sees the bigger picture. But if they're on opposing teams, they're very competitive.

D.A & Arnold: Probably the most by-the-books pair (that is, on paper). In reality, things don't always go according to plan, but they always figure something out.

D.A. & Wanda: Another great friendship, even though they quite literally don't always see eye to eye. (Sorry, Wanda.)

Tim & Wanda: I don't know why, but I like seeing them together.

Wanda & Arnold: A classic. Love these two.

TL,DR: Every friendship dynamic in Ms. Frizzle's class is Valid (TM).

Which friendship is your favorite?

#magic school bus #long post #finch rambles #phoebe terese #carlos ramon #dorothy ann #keesha franklin #ralphie tennelli #wanda li #Tim wright #arnold perlstein #friendship dynamics

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messenger-of-stupidity · 11 months

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Redacted Summer Camp HC Pt. 1

Hi and welcome back! Since summer is now officially upon us and I want to live vicariously through fictional characters and pretend my summer started well, I’m building headcanons (And a story but that won’t be posted until July if I get it done in time) about the redacted characters and whether or not I think they went to camp, what kind of camp, what did they do, ect.

Redacted Masterlist Part Two

HERE WE GO! Starting off strong with thee..... *drumroll please...* UNEMPOWERED (+Cutie)!

Aaron - I wanna say yes, but after his recent audio it doesn’t seem like he got much of a chance to even HAVE a childhood. So he was never a camper at any summer camps. HOWEVER, since being a counselor was a pretty easy summertime job, he signed up for that. (more on this in part two :P) He didn’t enjoy having screaming children to wrangle, but he got paid which was the whole point.

Smartass - They were the kid that had to be supervised during arts and crafts. You KNOW if they had a chance they were bringing scissors with them from the art barn to carve their name into the bunk bed frame (and maybe also a swear word). Also overnight camp. I headcanon them as a problem child, so any peace their parents could get, they took.

Ollie - Yes. But only because his parents forced him. And only when he was in elementary school. He gives me the vibe of the kid that really just wanted to stay home, and tried his best to be ignored by everyone, campers and counselors alike. He made pretty good friends with the camp chef, but it was only a day camp, so he only had to be away for a few hours. When no one was looking, he would sneak off to the kitchen to see if he could help the chef make lunch and maybe eat a few snacks himself. If only the baby learned about the camps made for the geeky (affectionate) people.

Mentor - Yes, but they got involved in summer camp when they were like... 10-12ish. So they were only ever with the older kid groups. They were a counselor for one summer session and never again. They never went to any overnight summer camps, but that was fine with them. Once they were old enough to get a job, they did that instead of camp.

Ivan - I’m not actually sure. For some reason he gives off the vibe of playing soccer/football when he was a kid. So if he did go to camp, it was a soccer camp. After weeks he was miserable and quit.

Baby 1.0 (pre-vega) - Yes. They were in that soccer camp with Ivan. They didn’t quit though.

Baby 2.0 (post-vega) - No. Just no. I feel like their family took trips during summer instead of camp.

Geordi - We know his parents are geeks, so he was definitely sent to those geeky camps. Like the Camp Half-Blood RP, and Space camp. You’d think all that exposure to so many people would have made him less nervous but no. He can get along well with other geeks, since he knows how to share interests. But anyone outside that group and he’s all anxious. Give him a hug.

Cutie - I feel like there would be camps specifically to help newly manifested empowered to learn their abilities. So Cutie was definitely sent to a telepath camp, even though their family already taught them. It was just so they could learn more about their magic and become a stronger telepath.

Guy - YES! HIS PARENTS WANTED HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE! They couldn’t handle him home all day every day for the entirety of summer vacation. This extroverted dude was totally cool with going to camp. He got to experience and put his immunity system to the test. He was the kid you could dare to eat something and he would do it as long as he was going to get something good in exchange. Also he would come back home (since sleepaway camps he was scared of. Homesick baby) with several pet rocks shoved in his pockets. He filled up buckets and his parents would slowly take the rocks out throughout the summer. He did become a counselor and he was the best fucking counselor in the whole camp. Everyone wanted him.

Honey - They were a camper. A sullen little thing that didn’t want to be there. By the end of the day though they had fun, even if they refused to admit it. They went to sleepaway once and never again. They prefer day camps, especially the ones connected the local school system. (Honey meets Guy at summer camp fic anyone?) They did become a counselor (Guy counselor with Honey fanfic anyone?). They were that counselor that everyone but their campers were scared of. They basically gave their camper scary dog privileges, but they would spoil the hell out of their campers when no one was looking. You could also bribe them with sweets.

Next up! The Wolfs and the Mates! (+Vincent & Lovely) (Part two will contain DAMN, and the others. Idk if there will be a part 3. maybe.)

David - Only because Asher convinced his dad before David was able to stop him (See more on this later). He’s not happy about it, but he will go. The only problem is, he’s that snitch of a kid that the bunk counselors leave in charge when they go to the nightly meetings. He’s left in charge. All the kids that don’t know him that well are too scared of him so it just leaves him, Asher, and Milo to do the shenanigans themselves. He makes sure they always clean up afterwards. He never became a counselor even though he would have been the most responsible. Not even Asher could make him. Besides, when he was a teenager he was preparing for leading the pack, so he was busy.

Angel - I can feel it in my bones that they were like Smartass in the way that their parents wanted some peace. I feel like Angel went to the same day camp for June and then during July they would do sleepaway camps. They ended up becoming a counselor at both their favorite camps once they were old enough. They were the most popular counselor because they let the campers get away with all sorts of nonsense and would join it with a grin and three cans of silly string. If you got them as a counselor, you were having a bomb ass summer vacation. As a camper, Angel was a total anklebiter. They would throw that dodgeball at your head, they didn’t give a fuck. They would also be the kid the lurks by the prize table so they don’t have far to go if their name was called. It never got called, but they had a fun summer nonetheless. (Basically the same as Guy since similar energy. Although now I wanna write a fanfic where Guy and Angel are paired up to be camp counselor and the shenanigans as Honey and David watch on in growing horror.)

Asher - He went to boy scouts camp, I just know it. His favorite part was the archery because David would get all pissy when he pretended not to know where to point it. Asher would routinely get lost in the woods and would just randomly show up hours later with twigs in his hair and a toothy grin. No one knows where he went or what he did to this day. If it’s ever brought up he just starts grinning but doesn’t answer. He also snuck in candy into the camp and would stay awake eating it with Milo while David lectured them on the importance of routines. When he was old enough to be a counselor, he got a job as a pool lifeguard instead. Camp was fun, but it’s too restrictive in routine for him to properly claim as enjoying his summer vacation.

Baabe - I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Baabe gives off such an artsy vibe. They definitely went to a day camp or even a sleepaway camp dedicated purely to arts and crafts. They had a blast and came home with paintings, pottery, string art, sketchbooks, tie-dye clothes, ect. They were never a camp counselor though. And they only went to camp once, but spent the rest of their summer doing whatever.

Milo - He was brought along to the boy scout camp along with David and Asher. David cleaned up from the pranks, Asher did the pranks when he wasn’t lost in the forest, but Milo was the one that got the original materials. He claimed since he was shorter than the other two, he would be able to sneak it out easier. He really just finessed his way into getting the counselors to pretend they didn’t see anything. He loved the rock climbing, but could have done without the heights. David told him it was counterproductive and Milo told him to get off his ass. He did, however, volunteer at the geeky roleplay summer camps for kids. He liked being able to chase kids around and make them laugh. He especially enjoyed the werewolf oriented camps for empowered kids, and he would become like some kind of mother duck. Like, he would walk out of the tree line in his wolf form with a bunch of pups following him like baby ducklings. It didn’t even need to be in his wolf form. He routinely came back since the campers basically worshipped him. It helped him build up his confidence.

Sweetheart - They were a master at the obstacle courses at scout camp. A menace not to be trifled with. But they didn’t ever really enjoy it. They did enjoy going to empowered focused camps and playing the games there. They were the undefeated winner of hide and seek, magic or no and seeker or hider it didn’t matter. They were going to win. They also pulled several pranks but no one ever thought it was them, so they got away with it. But I also headcanon that Sweetheart knew what they wanted to do with their life, so when they were old enough to be a camp counselor, they were too busy training to enter the Department.

Darlin - Oh they DEFINITELY WENT TO CAMP! They hated the activities where they needed to work in a group. If they went to a scout camp, their favorite part was swinging the knife around at arm’s length to represent their “blood circle”. The knife was taken away after that. But they also were the kid the chased other kids with a worm on a stick or something. They were a menace. But when they didn’t have something cool they wanted to show others, they were pretty quiet. They tended to sit away from everyone else and be quiet. The counselors didn’t know what to do with them. No they were never a counselor. Sleep away camps were their favorite.

Sam - Horse. Camp. Cowboy. Camp. Nah but for real, he does seem like he would spend his summers on local horse ranches. I can feel it in my bones that Sam liked the calm atmosphere that horses can give off. It also taught him to be patient and not express his temper as much. Valuable lessons. He was never a counselor, but he did keep volunteering to help when he could until he left to go to DAMN.

Vincent - Despite his fancy attitude, he seemed like the rest of us average mortals in his first video. I think he only went to a two week long day camp every summer with his friends. It wasn’t ever about the activities. He just wanted to hang out and goof off with his friends. But he was a camp counselor. He was labeled “the hot counselor” behind his back. He was well aware though and as awkward as it was, it was also kind of flattering. He was a really fun counselor though and would try to make sure that his cabin always got the good shit. He also tried to follow the rules, only allowing a small bend in the rules. He doesn’t want to get a bad reputation after all.

Lovely - They were the fantasy rp camper. They found every single one that they could, attending each other as much as possible. Everyone who was a permanent staff member there knew their name by heart. Lovely was content to just go along with what they were supposed to do, mainly just excited to be there. And yes, they did become a counselor there. If only because they wanted to continue to experience it.

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