#crab dad kin

[berylliumliumite]

also i dont want jon to get more trauma he's my number one man if he deals with more shit I'm going to screma and throw up

#crab speaks #kinned him before i realized he lives in my head and he's like my dad ? now ? if tatum is my headspace mom and jon is dating HER then well. #something something something #its like whtever i have a lot of thoughts abt whatever rq is doing rn and i m unhappy

[fiveisnumber1]

Letters of a Lifetime - A “The Roadtrip” Timeless Side Story

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December 1st, 1963

Well (Y/N), a lot of things sure have changed since you left. Kennedy is dead. Which I can at least say didn't hurt as much as it would've given that I knew beforehand. But still, it is a big deal and a lot of people have been seriously affected by it. I can just feel the tide of the country changing after this and who knows what will come next because of it. Well, you would know, and you told me some, but not all, so for now I'm partially in the dark.

Also apparently all of the Hargreeves have been branded as part of a large conspiracy to kill the president? They're calling them The Kennedy Six. Bet Diego is going to be pretty fucked up over that given he tried so hard to stop it. Also, they've given Diego an eyepatch and instead of saying he was kidnapped too, now Five is an undercover Soviet agent? It's all very weird. I'm sure you'll be able to read all about it in the future because it's making headlines now. Too bad they won't be able to find you all.

But onto other news that you may not have heard about because why would you? My dad died! According to the authorities, he was brutally murdered. Which in my opinion is truly the only way he should've gone out. He was a fucking asshole with a dumb shellfish allergy. Now I can eat all the crab cakes I want without it triggering him because he's gone. It was real interesting having that conversation with the authorities when they broke the news. I didn't show any emotion and put on a "brave face" because I knew those macho men would buy my stoicism as grief. I was jumping for joy on the inside though. I have a meeting with my dad's lawyer next week to fully discuss his estate, but since I'm his only next of kin I'm pretty much going to get everything. House, money, the works. And I'm already receiving life insurance checks and government benefits because he hit certain mile markers at his job.

I do have to say, even with all of this chaos keeping me busy, I miss you a lot. It's been hard waking up and knowing I have no one to see, talk to, or be around anymore. I mean Grace has kept in contact with me, but it's mostly out of grief for you. She misses you too and unlike me, she doesn't understand why you had to leave. She thinks you were kidnapped. The whole country does. And who knows, maybe the word has spread internationally. It's a big deal, they have the FBI on the search for you and rewards for any possible tips that lead to your safe return and arrests of the rest of them. It's wild.

Everything is a bit up in the air right now. The world is out of order and so is my life in a way, but as time moves on so will the world and so will I. I just have to wait to see what comes next.

August 29th, 1965

Oh god (Y/N). I don't know what I'm doing. I have a date tonight. With a girl. And it's not a friend date. It is very much a DATE date. I don't know how this happened. I mean, I do. I was at the local art store picking up some new paint colors because they get new ones in every two weeks. And I've moved slightly away from realism, although it's still my specialty, just because I want to experiment with other styles for my paintings so a wider variety of paints helps inspire me. And so every two weeks for the past four months I go get paint and so every two weeks I saw the clerk girl Madeline.

Now I had always taken notice of Madeline and she is very pretty but I never told her I thought that because that's weird, especially while she's working. But beyond her looks, she's very knowledgeable about art and we've had some really great conversations about it. She's always been super nice and always made a point to go through all the new paints with me. Now I assumed it was because I was a regular customer and spent a lot on paint.

But I was wrong. I was so so wrong and oblivious and stupid. Is this what you had gone through thinking your boyfriend didn't like you when he obviously did? Or is this different? I don't know. You're not here to tell me.

My point is, she liked me. I found this out a week ago when I went to go get paint and she just flat-out asked me to go on a date with her. And I am not exaggerating when the first words out of my mouth were "Oh with me?". She laughed and said yes but I was floored. No girl has ever liked me. I mean you liked me but that was friendship, I've never had a girl be romantically interested in me. Apparently, she thought I was really sweet but assumed I was too shy to ask her first. I did tell her that I didn't want to bother her at her place of employment and felt it would be crossing a line to try and figure out where she lived or frequented. Which is true but not true in the context of why I didn't ask her out. She seemed taken back by the statement, though it was in that good shocked way, not the bad kind.

But now I have a date tonight, and I feel so lost. You were the bold one of the two of us AND you already had a boyfriend. I don't know what to do. I've taken three showers and I've put on my nicest clothes that aren't a full-on suit. Although I'm still debating on wearing a tie or not. I never expected this to happen and I'd like for this to go well. I'm meeting her at the diner in an hour so I should head out soon. I'll update you once I get back.

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Oh (Y/N), I think I'm in love with her. She's so sweet and so smart and everything about the night was just so perfect. I'm probably jumping ahead of myself but I just cannot get her out of my head. Okay, recap.

I got to the diner early and waited for her to show up and when she did she looked so beautiful. She had a black dress on that had golden swirls and a dark blue cardigan and white shoes. It was a little unmatched but it reminded me of Van Gogh's Starry Night painting. And oh boy when I told her that I could see her hazel eyes just light up. She told me she had worn it on purpose to replicate Starry Night because obviously, she knew I liked art. It was incredibly sweet.

And so we go inside and get a booth together, and I haven't said anything yet but she is just beaming at me with the most perfect smile. So then we both order cheeseburgers and fries and I get us a milkshake to share. I can already hear your voice talking about how "That's a very bold move for you Charles Anderson."  but I did it, I got us one shake to share and she seemed pleased. But we got to talking and we talked so much about so many things.

I told her about how I've always loved art and that it was my mom who got me started with it. She told me how she's not much of a painter but is very into drawings. She even pulled out a sketch she did of me one time I was in the store and while I was a bit surprised at first I was still impressed. Her work is so detailed and beautiful, although I think what she sees of me and what I see are two different visions. Hers is definitely a lot nicer. I talked about my art business and how it's taking off. She talked to me about how she wants to pursue art full time but none of the guys in the art world have taken her seriously which I felt was such a shame since she's so good. I even told her about you and how you were my best friend. Everyone assumes you're either still kidnapped or dead. I had to act pretty mournfully about it even though I know the truth and she was very comforting.

But the real kicker here, and don't roll your eyes, I told her about how much I love comic books and she told me that she reads them too! And specifically how she wants to be a comic book artist. We talked for what seemed like forever about comics and our favorite heroes and series and I just adored all the passion she had. Also when I made a joke about some dumb comic scene she burst out laughing and she snorts when she laughs and it's so cute.

And then after we finished our food and milkshake we just went on a walk and I was actually brave enough to hold her hand. It felt so small in mine and I was so nervous. And we just talked and talked about everything until we got to her apartment. I dropped her off and asked if I could take her out again and she said yes. And that was it. At least I thought it was. As I was walking away she called my name and when I turned back around she grabbed my tie and pulled me down to kiss her. Did I mention I decided to wear a tie? I was so shocked. I mean it was my first kiss...ever. But wow oh wow. Her lips were so soft and her lip gloss tasted like strawberries. I think time itself froze for a moment and it was like my skin was on fire. I wasn't drunk and yet I felt dizzy too. It was perfect. She's perfect.

After that, she went inside and I practically skipped my way back across town to my car I was so giddy. And now I'm here rambling to you about a girl I can't get off my mind. Honestly, if you get a chance, can you show some of these entries to Five, since I expect there to be many more, and tell him to jump the both of you back in time? I need advice or at least someone to tell me this is normal. I don't quite have much else to say but believe me when I say that I think I'm in love.

May 17th, 1973

Can you believe it? I know you've read a bunch of entries before this but wow my life has come so far since I started this journal almost a decade ago. As you already know Maddy and I got married back in 68' in a backyard ceremony at my estate with mainly her family and a few acquaintances I've made along the way in attendance. It was small and sweet and was one of the best days of my life. I know I already wrote a whole page about how beautiful Maddy looked about what, 80 pages or so ago? But I have to mention again just how beautiful she was. I was starstruck. Still am when I look at her now.

As you know we have two amazing children our daughter Ellie, named after my late mother Elenor and Eddie named after Maddy's deceased father Edward. Truly was a shame when he passed. It was so unexpected and barely 18 months after our wedding. Rough time for both of us, he was a great guy and more of a father to me than my own dad was. Treated me like his own son. But we persevered and the kids are just as wonderful as the people they were named after. Ellie is four and is getting big into finger painting while Eddie who is just about to turn two and a half has a tendency to scribble on the walls with crayons. But he mainly keeps it to one specific wall in his room so we just call it his mural wall. Maybe he'll add more stuff to it as he grows taller and older. Only time will tell.

My art business is going great and Maddy has been a huge help in that since 66'. It's been very profitable with a lot of high-profile clients, so profitable in fact that we have enough money to do something we've wanted to do for a while and open our very own comic company as an extension of the main business. We don't intend on it being very large like DC or Marvel. Honestly, the stories we want to tell probably won't make it into the mainstream but that's okay. We just want to do something that will make us happy and proud. We've started interviews with a lot of young and creative artists and we'll see how it goes from there, but the biggest thing for me is just getting to see Maddy's dream of being a comic artist come true. The ability that this business I started can do this for her, and we can do this together to make her dream a reality, it's amazing. She's so excited.

She's asked me for ideas on what the first comic series should be and I told her it was up to her, but she insists that I should come up with the concept since she's doing the drawing and wants it to be produced by both of us. She also sees me writing all the time so she thinks I have a story to tell. And I guess I do have an idea in mind. I think the first comic series should be about a pair of super-powered best friends who meet each other and then get separated through time only to find each other and go on high-stakes adventures to save the world from impending doom. Also they just so happen to fall in love but be incredibly oblivious about it for way too long. I'm thinking of calling it "In A Matter of Time."  What do you think? A little too on the nose? If so that's too bad because you're not here to stop me.

Things are good, really good, and I'm happy. Truly I am so very happy and in part, I have to owe it to you. You made me willing to go explore the world more openly than I would've if we never met in that empty conference room. Thank you for opening me up to the life I have now. You're my most important friend.

October 1st, 1989

Happy birthday (Y/N)! Welcome back into the world. I know it's going to be a little less than 30 years until the you that I know will come back into the timeline, but the first day of your life has started! Also congrats on your parents meeting, I remember how enthusiastic you were telling me the story of how they met. They seemed to really love each other and of course you from the way you spoke about them. Although we both know how your life is going to go at this point, I hope in the end when you return to 2019, you can be happy. You deserve it. And sure I'm going to be an old sack of bones by then but I'll still be happy to see you. But for now happy birthday, it will be the first of many.

One more thing, I've saved all the original copies of "In A Matter of Time" that have been published so far to give to you. Consider it a giant overarching present for all the birthdays between 1963 and now. I'll have to give them to you in person though because there's...well there's a lot. Although you can find anthologies of all the comics too. I actually send a copy of each anthology to The Hotel California, oops I mean Obsidian haha. But for real, you were right that song does go hard. Anyway...popularity took off with the series in a way that Maddy and I did not expect. But I guess people just love your life story the way I did. Although it is very funny that no one has questioned the fact that everyone has the same name and looks as you and the Hargreeves aka the Kennedy Six. I mean I changed the last names of everyone for the story but that's it, so it's hilarious how no one has even considered it. Maybe they think I'm just historically inspired or maybe because we started publishing the story 14 years after the Kennedy assassination people moved on and didn't care to question it. Either way, it does make me laugh. Maybe it'll make you laugh too. But I don't know if you'll be excited or mad about them all. I hope it's excited because if not you're going to completely nerf me on sight. Ya like how I still know my future words?  Oh well, for now, enjoy your birth. If that's even a thing you can do as a newborn...? I'll see you in a little over 30 years.

October 9th, 1989

(Y/N),

Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.

Reggie adopted seven children but only one of them is an Umbrella. Was an Umbrella. The Umbrella Academy doesn't even exist. Instead, he has something called The Sparrow Academy. I don't know what caused the change but he's not keeping this academy a secret in any way. He's announced their adoption and his plans for them in the future in newspapers and on TV. I don't remember you telling me him doing this in your timeline, granted there's a chance he did and you don't know, but still, there is no such thing as The Umbrella Academy. I don't know what is going on.

There's so much going on and I'm so confused by it all. There have been terrible tragedies reported all over the globe. I don't know the full details of them all and I don't know if I can handle them either. But it's bad. I wish I knew where you were, but I can't find you. I can't find anything of you. I can't find anything of anyone who should be here. I don't know what has happened or why but it can't be good. I'm scared for how you'll react when you find out what has occurred. I hope to god that it ends up being nothing huge, but with everything you ever told me about time and space and matter and existence or lack thereof I-

(Y/N) I'm scared for you.

I'm scared of what will happen to you. Both physically and mentally. I know your strength and your ability to persevere is like no other but I saw the way you cried back at Elliot's before you left. The desire to have your parents again...

If I can be there when it happens, when you come back and find out, I will. I hope I can be there.

Just please don't get reckless.

Please keep yourself safe.

Please be okay.

October 2nd, 2002

A great milestone was hit yesterday, after a 25-year run "In A Matter of Time" finally finished out. The thing was it took forever for me to figure out how to end it because I didn't know what would come next for you. I'm going to be honest, I stuck directly to the source material for everything, but I don't know what you're going to do upon return so I was stuck for a while. But I came up with something I think will be satisfying for everyone. I came up with two endings. One is the one that will be published in the single distributed comics and it's just a cliffhanger as a tall, anxious, lame nobody-type guy watches a car drive away forever. But then there's the other one which I've made sure will only be found at the end of the last comic anthology. That one is where the characters drive away, escape through time and finish building their perfect life, and live happily ever after. I call it the ideal ending, because I'm not sure how your story will actually end, but this is the ending I hope you get because it's the ending you deserve.

I know it's going to be a lot to go through and read when you get back but I really hope you'll like everything. Maddy always commented on how I was a stickler for the details but I always told her I wanted to get the story right. Good thing she loves me enough to put up with it all.

But even with that being all good there was something odd that also happened yesterday. Wouldn't you know but I got a call from dear old Reggie. He asked me if I had seen the news about his announcement of his SPARROW Academy. I wasn't pleased about speaking to him for obvious reasons but I told him I had heard about it but I was busy finishing other arrangements yesterday. But what was odder than the call itself was the fact that he knew that the comic series my wife and I had done had finished. The reason he called is that he wanted our comic book company to be the one to do the Sparrow Academy comics for all the missions he planned on sending them on. He told me he would give us five million dollars just to accept the project and then whatever cut of comics we take from regular sales.

I wasn't sure on what to say and asked him if I could call him back so I could talk to my wife. We didn't need his money, we already made and had enough to live a very comfortable life, and also I did not want to associate with him. And while Maddy was very understanding of my side, she did make the point that with the money we could invest in the business to hire more artists and give them the opportunity to create their stories with us and also donate to charities and causes we wanted to support. We went back and forth for a while on it as I was way more hesitant to do so given the history while Maddy hadn't met him and never knew what he was fully like or what he was capable of. In the end, we agreed to take it but on the condition that one, 80% of the initial payment was going straight to charities no if, and or buts about it. And two Maddy and I would in no way be involved with the creation of the comics. We would not write, illustrate or oversee them and they would be put together by our other employed writers and illustrators.

I'm still not sure about the whole deal, to be honest, but I couldn't give Maddy a better reason than the fact that your life was ruined because of him. I guess when it comes to matters of the past like that I just can't be practical about it the way my wife can because I'm too close to it. From now on though any communication that needs to be discussed with us as owners is solely going to be Maddy's responsibility. I'm going against my own judgment on this and am doing this for her but it sure does make me feel slimey. Immortalizing and glamorizing the child abuse these kids are facing on the world's stage. I don't like it one bit. Like you always said, they're child soldiers, they are children being forced to carry the world on their backs and I can't stand to be a part of it even though I am now.

I have a creeping suspicion that Reginald chose my comic business on purpose. I don't think it's a threat but I think it's a reminder that he's still there and he has the same knowledge that I do. Or something of the sort. But for now, I'm just going to keep doing paintings and commissions and hopefully, I can somewhat escape the guilt on my conscience. I won't say this to my wife, but I really hope it's worth it for her because it isn't for me.

Winter 2006

I've never quite enjoyed the colder parts of the year, it always seems like terrible things happen in them. And if they're not completely terrible then they're at the least unfortunate or odd. But this time it seems like a mix of all three.

I guess I'll start with the terrible, although you probably already know from the letter, Grace passed away. When I heard the news of her being in the hospital I went to visit her right away. Maddy had offered to come with me for comfort but I declined saying I just wanted it to be the two of us. She understood though, which I appreciated. Grace still looked like herself even in her old age and her smile was still warm and bright when I walked into the room. Although I could see the sadness in her eyes that you weren't there with me. It made me sad too. I sat there with her for hours talking. After the search for you had gone stale she moved from Dallas to Houston and began a job as a high school science teacher. She told me that getting to bring the joys of science into the lives of her students was like holding on to a part of you. Every time a student enthusiastically proposed a solution she felt like she was talking with you one more time. She really loved you. You were all we talked about really. Just back and forth trading tales of the good times we had. I always knew you changed my life but I guess you changed both of us. She told me that she hoped you were out there somewhere and you were happy and I assured her that you were.  But I do hope I'm right about that. She passed soon after, I think she was comforted by my words enough to let go. I don't know what happens after death, but I hope it's a nice place. I hope it's a place where she can find the answers she was always looking for and I hope when the time comes whenever it is, she can forgive both of us for lying to her for all these years.

Now on to the unfortunate. The Jennifer Incident occurred, but it happened differently than you told me. I know you said you read all the newspapers, I know you told me the story that was told to you by your robot grace and old, talking, Pogo, but it's different I swear. He's still alive this time. Ben is still alive this time. I don't fully know what changed but...something did. I got to see him. I was specifically commissioned to do a portrait of him to hang over the mantlepiece in the parlor. I guess it's better than having to do a painting of Five after he ran away but it's weird. You always told me that Five's painting felt less like a commemoration and more like a warning. Like a constant looming example of what happens when you step out of line. This feels like that too... He has a scar on his face now, and he looks very angsty. I don't know if that's because of the incident or because of how strict this household is. I didn't talk to any of THESE Hargreeves much. Although I guess they knew that I knew you. Maybe Reginald told them, at least that's what I suspect since I never said a word about you. They all perk up at your name. It's weird. Even weirder Reginald uses you as the ultimate example. (Y/N) would never do this, this wasn't a problem for (Y/N), you won't impress (Y/N) with such a lack of abilities, etc. Let me tell you, I think this painting is the fastest I've ever finished. I wanted to get out of there.

And now for the odd. There's a robot Grace, but she is nothing like our Grace. There's no life behind her eyes, there's no joy in her voice, and there's nothing of the original in there. When you talked about your robot Grace she sounded the same as our Grace but this is hauntingly empty. It's like a shell filled with nothing. I don't like it. Also, the kids treat her terribly, and it made me so mad. I couldn't stand being there. I hated it and I know in its current condition you would too.

Maybe you can change them, who knows. All I know is I hope to never see any of them again. They're not my Hargreeves, not my Grace, and the you that Reginald talks about is not my you.

November 22nd, 2016

Well (Y/N), this isn't how I thought it would go. I thought I'd make it to 2019. I thought we could see each other at least once more but that's the funny thing about time, isn't it? It moves on with or without you. And I moved on with time while you traveled through it and so here I am, an old man in the comfort of my own bed at home getting all of my affairs in order in my final days. My will is finalized, and so are the arrangements for my business. Ellie is taking over the painting side of things while Eddie is going to oversee the comics company. I know it'll be in good hands but my poor children are so distraught. I've tried comforting them as best as I can, telling them I will be alright but losing a loving parent is never easy. I'm sure you know that though. I've spent time with my five grandchildren watching the Cars movies, which over the years I've come to see why you like them and apologize for judging you in the past. But now the last thing I'm doing is writing you. I haven't had the energy to do so until now. I think it's that little bit of euphoria and energy people get before they actually die which is allowing me to. Either way, I know this is not the way I expected all those years ago, and I'm sure it's not the outcome you had hoped for either.

Before I say much else I want to remind you not to blame yourself for my passing. I know there will be a part of you that feels bad for not bringing me along to the future or a part of you that wishes you had arrived early enough that we could've had some time together. DO NOT think that this has anything to do with you, this is just the hands of time doing the job it has always done for eons. And as you recalled from the many pages you have already read, I have lived a long, fulfilling, and successful life. Although, it is unfortunate I won't get to see you again on earth, I know one day when you've also lived a long, fulfilling, and successful life we will meet each other again in the end. I'll get to see you, and meet all of your other friends, and I'm sure we can convince our significant others to start having double dates in the afterlife. We'll have forever to catch up so do not worry about not being here, or me not being there.

And anyway as much as I want to stay to see you, every day gets a little harder without Maddy. She passed two years ago and things just haven't been the same without her by my side. We were married for 46 beautiful years and the past two without here have been difficult, to say the least. But there's this warm feeling in my chest knowing that I'll get to be by her side again very soon.

I wish I had more to say to you, but my story is complete. Through this journal, you've gotten to experience my life from start to finish and I think that it's a great story. And every time I wrote an entry it was like having you there by my side in those moments. Just like everyone else who has mattered to me I carry a bit of you around with me in my heart every day. I've said it before and I'll say it again, your coming into my life was a miracle. You changed my life for the better. You are one of the greatest friends I could ever ask for. And all I can hope for when you get back is for you to hopefully find a way to have as great a life as I had.

At this point, we both know that things have very much changed but I still hope that you get all of your friends back, and are able to continue to have adventures with them like before and like you did with me. I hope that you get to give Five the normal life you always talked about doing and you two get to have decades of love and time together just like you let me have with Maddy. I hope you have an amazing career, get that dog and have children just like you said you wanted and just like you allowed me to do. After all that you have gone through since you were just a child, after all that you have survived, you deserve the world. You deserve every bit of it and I hope that you are able to have it all.

Forever your friend,

Charlie

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Karkat Vantas 1 - Earth C - Dave & John

I don't remember a lot from the meteor other than at one point I think Kanaya was drinking something and then laughed. It was a purple drink (probably faygo oof) and it came out of her nose. I know that Dave liked to fuck around with music and he had that Hella Jeff and Sweet Bro comic he used to do. Nepeta and Terezi vandalized almost the whole meteor with their scribbles but otherwise, I don't remember there being a lot to work within forms of art. As annoying as he was, John was probably my moirail. He was the only other person that bothered to even attempt to pretend he was listening when I went off on a tangent about what was frustrating me other than Dave. That and, when they weren't aimed at me, he'd include me in planning out all these crazy elaborate pranks. I have a couple of memories on Earth C where we went out into some of the woods. I know that Gamzee, Sollux, and John were with me. John kept jumping out of nowhere and Gamzee almost got fed up and bashed his head in with a tree branch. My least favorite memory is of John dying the first time because he was the only human I really talked to at that point. One time Crab Dad and I were sparring and I remember it turned into kind of an arm wrestle with my sickle vs. his claw. Eridan was very manipulative towards Feferi but otherwise, his ego was the size of Mt. Everest towards the rest of us. Dave almost threw hands with fish dick, from what he tells me. Nepeta, Tavros, Jade, and John had a big group roleplay thing going on I think.

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Karkat 2 - Doomed - Eridan & Sollux

Anger issues that never got fixed. Big depression from fuck if I know what. Doomed timeline because I don’t remember Earth C from this one. Terezi wasn’t a very fair judge, to put it subtly. She didn’t really share my feelings much to begin with and Vriska used my feelings for Terezi to manipulate me a lot. Terezi knew about it and let it happen. I remember her telling me this herself later on at some point. Eridan and I watched tons of movies together and we talked to each other about Sollux a lot, me in a flushed way and him in more of a pitched light.

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Mituna Captor - Dream Bubbles - Cronus & Kurloz

It's mostly memories from before "the accident" where Cronus was a pretty rad friend with whom I exchanged meaningless insults with and shit. It was mean and shit, yeah, but we knew we were just dicking around. Kurloz was my moirail for a long time and the three of us hung out a lot. The only reason Kurloz stopped liking Cronus after what happened was because of his reactions to what happened to me and the impact of the incident on my brain and how I didn't remember him the same way. Latula wasn't all that in the picture until right before the accident and she was a lot like Paige from Atypical (if you haven't watched that show on Netflix, I highly recommend you do) where she had a lot of rules and shit that she needed to work through. I don't know entirely when, but Kurloz eventually was able to get it through my dense, mashed potato brain after the incident that she wasn't all that great for me and, after hyperfocusing on what he'd pointed out for a little while, I found myself agreeing with him and eventually ended my matespritship with Latula. Kurloz and Meulin didn't work out for some reason can't remember, but I know he told me what happened and after a while, Kurloz and I got together as matesprits. I stumbled upon one of those memory bubbles and it happened to be one of Cronus's memories with me before my brain got fried. He caught me "snooping" through the memory and, after realizing what memory he had left laying around, we talked about it and I understood him better, like I did before the accident. It didn't take long for him to worm his way into my pale quadrant. I wore a sweater instead of that suit. It was yellow with black stripes, but still had the Gemini symbol on it. Other than that, I wore jeans and yellow converse-type shoes. I didn’t wear my helmet unless I was skateboarding. Cronus was my grape and Kurloz was my plum. I think I was their banana or something like that but that just came to me so.

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Kankri Vantas - Dream Bubbles - Cronus

I took some time away from others to try and have one of those little “self-discovery” things. I don’t think anyone tried to stop me from leaving, but I remember being very close with Cronus. I don’t remember who it was or what exactly they said, but someone had threatened me, which was my final little push to just go. Everyone was sick of my constant talking, so I went on my own for a while. I had found myself a pretty secluded place that wasn’t too far from a salamander village, but it wasn’t too close, either. Their language was beyond what I could learn and so I had to go off gestures for communication, which helped me realize that I didn’t need to speak so much to talk to someone. I worked mostly on my writings and how I portrayed myself to my peers while separated. My writings shifted from mostly lectures to strictly poetry gradually. Cronus and I used to watch Grease very often before I left. It kind of started to change my usual attire too? I know that I didn’t wear just a straight up sweater or the leggings anymore. I wore dark red jeans and a black/red letterman over a thinner red turtleneck. The lettermen jacket had a red cancer symbol on the logo.

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Mallek Adalov - Tegiri & Lanque

Tegiri and I were big nerds for ninja/martial arts type shit. We nerded out at convention type of things and he eventually became my moirail. Lanque started out as my kismesis but at some point we quad jumped and he ended up as my matesprit. He and I spent a lot of time on rooftops overlooking the city and talking about everything. I think that’s when we quad jumped. We moved in together at some point and we couldn’t decide on the color for the walls, so it ended up looking a lot like the dress from Sleeping Beauty. MC’s route with me was the one where they yeeted out of my car so I never really got to know them. Diemen was a close friend, but he shut me out of his more personal life a lot.

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IM KARKAT AND IM LOOKING FOR MY DADS AND MY FRIEND'S , I WAS RAISED BY CRAB DAD IN 4 TIMELINES AND THE SIGNLESS IN ONE, I DONT HAVE MANY MEMORY'S BUT THE ONES I DO HAVE ARE WRITTEN DOWN YOU CAN FIND ME @cercion-geneticist

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Chapter 22: How I Met Your Mother

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“Okay, listen up my children!” Kiyoomi announces in the middle of the living room, the kids all looking up to him. “Your mother won’t be around for 3 days-”

Kin starts crying because of his father’s words, taking Sakusa aback. His boy must love you so much since he’s the only who seems affected that you are away. The girls... don’t care.

“Don’t cry! Don’t cry! We are only 30 minutes in and you’re already crying,” Kiyoomi sighs, picking Kin up from the ground.

“You should not have mentioned mama,” Kia scolds him. Kia takes a seat on the couch which Mina and Mira follows. She is their leader, not Kiyoomi. If a hierarchy is made in your house it would turn out like this:

You

Kia

Mina

Mira

Kin

Kiyoomi

Yes. Sakusa Kiyoomi, the provider and the pillar of the house, is at the lowest ranking in your house, simply because he isn’t around all the time. He only goes home once or twice a month, leaving all the childcare and managing of the house to you. The wedding planning is only the side dish of what’s on your plate. He has so much respect for you that he’s willing to lower his pride and hurt his ego.

Kiyoomi is more than happy to take care of the kids for you. You get to rest and he gets to spend time with your children. It’s a win-win situation for the two of you.

“Mama!” Kin cries harder, and Sakusa bounces him on his arm, hoping it will stop him.

“If you stop crying we will go see the fish!” Kiyoomi cheers and Kin stops crying. “We will change now and then go see fish.”

“Really?” Kia questions her father, already old enough to be aware of Kiyoomi’s fear of crowds and germs. She knows that there is no way that their dad will bring the four of them in the aquarium. Especially since it’s a weekend, so it’ll be packed with people.

And Kia was right. Kiyoomi didn’t bring them to the aquarium, but to a small fish market. Kia is disappointed but not surprised. At least Kiyoomi tried, right? “Where’s the fish?” Kin asks, looking around as he sits in his stroller. The place only has a few people and small stalls, which Kiyoomi really likes.

They stop in front of a stall where fish are laid on trays of ice, shocking the twins. Kia just face palms, and Mina is just standing there but is also in disbelief. “What? It’s fish.” Kiyoomi defends himself, shrugging.

“It’s dead,” Mina remarks as she stares at the deceased sea creatures in front of her.

“A fish is a fish,” Kiyoomi argues. Kia scans through the surrounding and spots a small tank with king crabs in it. She points at it so they go to it. Kin and Mira are now out of their stroller and are almost glued to the glass tank. The owner of the shop comes out asks if they’re going to it at the store. Kiyoomi says yes, since the kids look so excited to be seeing crab for the first time.

What he didn’t take in account is that the kids will recognize that the crab they were staring at outside is now their food. Cue the loud crying from Kin and Mira. The number of times Kia has face palmed because of her father is uncountable. Mina is chill, playing with the claws of the cooked crab, making her younger siblings cry even more.

“Stop crying. Try it!” Mina puts a piece of meat in Mira’s mouth and she stops. Kin halts as well, confused why his twin stopped wailing. Kia feeds him the crab and he falls in love with it. Kiyoomi sighs in relief, very thankful that he has reliable daughters.

One task done.

Their lunch finally ends and they head to the toy store. Kiyoomi has already planned to buy kinetic sand for the twins since he can’t bring them to the beach. It’s a scary place. He might be the most cautious guy in the country, but he’s still like any clumsy father. The chances of him losing one kid at that place is high.

“Do you wanna walk?” Kiyoomi asks the twins, not wanting to carry a stroller around. The two nod so he takes out the safety harness and puts it on them. Mina and Kia are holding hands, walking obediently beside their father. The family of 5 enters the store and the kids become excited immediately.

“We can buy anything we want?” Kia asks in awe, which Kiyoomi just nods to. “Let’s go Mina!”

“Don’t go with strangers, okay?” Kiyoomi tells them as the two run off somewhere in the store. He picks up tubs of kinetic sand, clay, and slime. Then, he follows the twins around the store, picking up whatever they seemed interested in.

“You want that toy car?” Kiyoomi asks Mira, picking them up from the ground so they can see a clearer view of the toys. Kin points at a toy gun at another shelf. “I’m sorry, buddy, but you can’t use that yet, and maybe your mama will shoot me using that if she finds out I bought you one.”

As Kiyoomi and the twins are picking more stuffed animals, Kia and Mina come running towards him. “Papa! Papa! Can I buy a bike?” Kia pleads, tugging on Kiyoomi’s pants. He takes a deep breath in before agreeing to his eldest daughter.

“Where are your toys?” Kiyoomi asks them, seeing that the two girls are empty handed.

“I only want a bike and Mina wants a picture book,” Kia answers. Kiyoomi furrows his eyebrows in disappointment, but in his mind he’s actually really happy that the girls seem to be taking saving into consideration.

“Are you sure?” Kiyoomi raises an eyebrow at them.

“Can I buy a skateboard too...?” Kia shyly requests, doing a cute pose. Kiyoomi chuckles and agrees with her.

“How about you Minari?” Kiyoomi asks the younger girl.

“I want paint,” Kia nonchalantly says and Kiyoomi does a thumbs up to her. After that, they start to run to wherever they can get their wants. Kiyoomi walks after his kids, the twins already asleep in his arms, their heads on his shoulder. He spots Kia, scanning through the wide catalog of bikes, a small skateboard already tucked below her underarms.

“Can I get the blue one?” Kia tells the employee who is assisting her, pointing at the baby blue bike she wants.

“You don’t want the pink one?” The employee asks, presenting the pink bike. Kia looks at him in disgust.

“Do you think girls only like pink?” Kia remarks, taking the employee by surprise. Kiyoomi smiles under his mask, amused by his daughter’s words. He internally taps the his back because he’s pretty much the reason behind her attitude. He’s proud to say that he has raised his children not to believe in gender norms.

Kiyoomi feels someone tug on his pants, so he looks down and sees Mina holding a small cart filled with coloring materials, picture books and papers. “Is that all you want?” Mina nods and holds his hand.

After checking Kia’s bike they head to the cashier to pay. Kiyoomi then realizes that he has done the one thing you told him not to do. Spend money on the kids. But you won’t know right?

One task has been failed.

As they reach the house, all the kids immediately go to the bathroom to wash. Kiyoomi knows that they adapted this habit from him, and he feels happy that they’re understanding his personality even at a young age. Kia even sprays alcohol in her sibling’s hand every time they come back to the car. It’s the little things his little kids are doing for him that makes him love them even more.

The four of them falls asleep after the bath so Kiyoomi arranges the stuff they bought. As he is arranging Mina’s books, he notices the abundant number of books that included dogs. “Does she likes dogs?”

Kiyoomi is tired. He has never felt this tired after intense games or practices. Childcare is a whole new level of tired. Just when he thought he can rest, Mina walks out of her shared room with Kia. “Hi, baby. Did you sleep well?” Kiyoomi asks Mina which she doesn’t respond to. Instead, she comes close to him and hugs his leg. Surprisingly, Mina starts crying. “What’s wrong?”

“I missed you, papa,” Mina explains. Kiyoomi sits on the foamed floor of the living room, giving Mina a hug.

Mina has always been quiet. She always waits for her turn silently. She never begs for attention even if she wants it deeply. Mina only shows affection towards you and Kiyoomi when she’s alone with you, but with her siblings around, she gives way to them. Sometimes, Kiyoomi feels guilty because of this. Unlike Kia, Mina has never spent time with you and Kiyoomi on her own. Plus, she was then followed by the twins when she was still a baby. He’s afraid that Mina might start thinking that she is less important than her siblings.

“I missed you, too, Minari,” Kiyoomi says back. He puckers his lips so Mina gives him a short kiss. He hugs her once again, calming her down from her cry. She calms down so Kiyoomi takes this as a chance to trim her bangs. “Should we cut your hair?”

The two of them go to your shared bathroom as quiet as they can, not wanting to wake the other kids up. Kiyoomi sits Mina down on the sink, then takes a pair of scissors out of the drawers. “Don’t move, okay?” He starts to cut her bangs, thinking he’s doing a good job. But once he lets go of her hair, the room becomes silent.

Sakusa messed up. Big time.

Mina checks her reflection at the mirror and giggles. “Weird,” Mina says in between laughter, causing Kiyoomi to chuckle as well.

“Your mom will be so mad at me...” He cuts some more length off, but no matter how hard he tries, it’s just an uneven. He then decides to stop, not wanting his daughter to look like an unidentified animal.

“I like it, papa. Thank you.” She doesn’t like it, but she doesn’t want to break her father’s heart. Mina hugs Kiyoomi after taking a look at the mirror. Kiyoomi kisses her cheek, then laughs at the result.

“You’re still cute.”

Two tasks done.

As they return to the living room, they see Kia sitting on the living room couch, staring at the wall emptily. She sees Mina’s new hairstyle and grimaces. “You’re bad at cutting hair, papa,” Kia says, unfiltered. Unlike Mina who is considerate like you, Kia is as blunt as Kiyoomi. He doesn’t say anything back since she was right.

“Can you teach Mina the alphabet while I make dinner?” Kiyoomi requests and Kia nods in agreement. Mina goes to Kia while Kiyoomi goes to the kitchen to make dinner. He’s thankful that he has such a reliable daughter. He would probably not make it without Kia around.

Three tasks done. Somehow.

At first, Kia was teaching Mina the alphabet, but then she had to go to Kiyoomi’s bathroom to wash her hands, and that’s when she saw Kiyoomi’s ripped jeans that he wore a day before in the laundry basket. She hurriedly called Mina and ordered her to bring paper and glue.

“Is papa poor?” Mina gasps as Kia presents the ripped jeans to her. They sadly look at the piece of clothing and feel bad for buying so much at the toy store while their father was wearing clothes with holes in it.

The older girl flattens the pair of jeans on the floor and starts to glue the colored paper over the torn parts. Mina mimics Kia and does the same thing to the other leg of the pants. Kiyoomi, still in the kitchen, wonders why he suddenly can’t hear his children. It’s never good when they’re silent.

“Kia! Mina! Where are you?” Kiyoomi shouts and he hears small footsteps coming from his room. He checks over the counter and sees his pants are now covered in decorative paper. He almost drops the knife he is holding from the sudden transformation of his pants.

“We covered the holes in your pants papa! You might get cold!” Kia reasons as she shows off their little project. How can he get mad at them when they are just worried about him?

“Thank you, Kia, Mina,” he laughs and snaps a picture of them on his phone. Things that his kids do that don’t make sense but is damn adorable.

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“Just go to bed. I beg you,” Kiyoomi pleads to his children who are still jumping on the bed. “It’s already almost 12AM. Please sleep.”

Kiyoomi is damn tired. How do you handle the four of them on your own? He suddenly feels bad for leaving you alone with them. And he hasn’t heard a complain from you even once. His love for you has become deeper just from taking care of the kids in one day.

“Bedtime story!” Kia cheers, putting herself inside the blanket, which her siblings follow. Kiyoomi sighs in relief. Finally.

“What kind of story do you want?” Kiyoomi tucks the blankets properly on their bodies, making sure that the four of them are comfortable in his bed.

“How did you meet mama?” Kia asks, causing Kiyoomi to smile.

“How I met your mother, huh?” Kiyoomi hums, thinking about how you first met. His smile grows, remembering every detail of how you met.

The first time Sakusa had met you was in Itachiyama. You were outside the volleyball gym, and he was on his way to practice. For some odd reason, you were smelling the roses by the wall. He thought you were the weirdest person he had encountered and judged you right then and there. After that, he would notice how you came to the same spot to smell the roses every single day. He didn’t even understand what smelled so good about them. He may or may have not tried smelling them after practice just to check why you kept smelling them.

It went on for weeks, but Sakusa never thought of talking to you. He just didn’t see see a reason why he should. Until one day, it rained so heavily that he became so worried for unknown reasons. On his way to practice, he stopped by the usual spot where you would smell the flowers and he didn’t see you there. Of course you wouldn’t be there, it was raining so hard. He didn’t care about you.

He was sure he didn’t care until he found himself carrying a bouquet of roses one morning to give it to you. He couldn’t believe it himself. But he couldn’t contain his feelings anymore.

You were a virus that slowly corrupted his mind that all he could think of is you. Maybe it be in class, during practice, on his way home, before he sleeps, after he wakes and sometimes he even dreams about you. Your virus then slowly travelled to his heart. He couldn’t explain it but every time he saw you, his heart would pound so fast he felt like he would suffer from cardiac arrest.

But it was also you who soothed him. When he was feeling down, he thought of your smile after you smelled the roses and he’s back up again. The calm he felt when he passed by you in hallways was enough to encourage him to do great in practice and in games. He didn’t even know your name but he already has a mission of taking your last name and replacing it with his.

You were his illness and his cure.

His cousin, Komori, wasn’t surprised to see him standing by the school gates with flowers in his hands. As the libero saw the roses, he immediately knew Sakusa was waiting for you.

Sakusa was never quiet about his feelings judgement towards you. Everyday the spiker would complain to the libero about how weird you were. Each day, Sakusa had something new to complain about. You cut your hair? He would say it Komori. You painted your nails a new color? Komori would hear about it. You were wearing a different bag? Komori definitely knew about it from Sakusa.

Komori had concluded that Sakusa had developed a liking towards you but the latter hadn’t notice yet. So when it rained hard the day before and Sakusa’s plays were bad, Komori knew Sakusa would do something about it. Sakusa was an honest man, even to himself, especially to himself.

You were on your way to school, when you saw Sakusa standing by the gates. Of course you knew him. He was famous in your school despite his too blunt personality and germaphobic tendencies. You had a little crush on him, but you also were aware he’d never like you back. You’d go outside their gym everyday to smell on the flowers and see him. He was a happy a crush. So, seeing him with flowers outside your school broke your heart.

‘So he had a lover, huh?’

You walked past him, head lowered in defeat. You heard murmurs and whispers as you continued to walk but you ignore them, head full of sad thoughts. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder so you turned your head and saw Sakusa standing before you, handing you the bundle of flowers. Everyone else was staring at you and Komori was hiding somewhere, taking a picture of the commotion.

“I think you got the wrong person,” you chuckled awkwardly, not knowing what to do since other students were looking at the two of you. And Sakusa Kiyoomi, the ace of the volleyball team, your happy crush, the man of your dreams, was handing you a bouquet of roses.

“You’re the girl who smells the roses outside our gym every afternoon, right?” Sakusa said as he pulled his mask down.

You literally short circuited. He was much more taller and more gorgeous up close. He smelled good, too. But what surprised you the most was that he lowered his mask to talk to you. Maybe you saved the world once in your past life to be able to experience this.

You nodded unsurely, glancing around you in nervousness, not able to look him in the eye. “Forecast said it’ll rain later in the afternoon so you won’t be able to smell the flowers outside the gym. So take this.” Sakusa explained to you.

You couldn’t believe it. The boy who you had a secret crush on since the first day of school had noticed you. You didn’t expect anything at all. Considering how he was with people, you thought you didn’t have a chance so you never made a move aside from stealing glances and watching from a far. To say that your heart was beating fast and that you felt butterflies in your stomach was an understatement. One more word from him and you would probably burst.

“Is that so?” A smile slowly grew on your lips, finally making eye contact with him. You were trying so hard to play it cool, but your reddening cheeks were giving you off. “Thank you. I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

“You can call me Kiyoomi.”

“And from that day on, I would bring your mother a rose everyday,” Sakusa tells Kia, fondly looking his children, the products of your love.

“So you liked mama ever since you met her?” Kia asks, seeing her father smile foolishly. A small giggle leaves Kiyoomi’s mouth and Kia teases him. “Papa is a simp.”

“Where did you learn that?” Kiyoomi gasps.

“Momo,” Kia answers and Kiyoomi takes a mental note to smack his cousin when he sees him again. “Papa, do you love mama?”

“We wouldn’t have the four of you if I don’t,” Kiyoomi answers with a chuckle. He checks his other kids and they have already fallen asleep. “Now go to sleep.”

“Good night, papa,” Kia greets him before closing her eyes. “I love you and mama so much. I am happy you are our parents.”

“We love you more.” He kisses their forehead one by one, before settling on the edge of the bed. He takes his phone out and messages you, hoping you were still awake.

All tasks complete.

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Facts:

Kia is already 5 years old at this, while Mina is 2 and the twins are 1.

Mina thinks dogs are cute because Komori looks like one and he is her favorite uncle.

Mira is the quiet twin while Kin is the more vocal one.

Kin likes fish because the last time Hinata came over, he showed him a picture of his gold fish. Hinata is Kin’s favorite.

Bokuto is Kia’s new favorite uncle/boyfriend because Atsumu has children and Kita is married. She doesn’t want to get in trouble.

Mira is loyal to Kiyoomi.

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[rp-memesrus]

SHIT MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE SAID.  pt 1/ ∞ cw for sexual content, drugs, etc.  change tense / names / pronouns as needed.

❛ i’m gonna bark at our waiter. ❜

❛ why? ❜

❛ i dunno, i just think he’d like it. ❜

❛ seeing a naked can makes me feel uncomfortable. ❜

❛ does spider have puspus? ❜

❛ freud has a piss kink. ❜

❛ i think i’m toad kin. ❜

❛ feel free to old yeller me if you gotta. ❜

❛ i do butt stuff for money. ❜

❛ he loves a good armpit sniff. ❜

❛ who doesn’t? ❜

❛ i’m gonna name my ass large celestial body. ❜

❛ what’s our state fish? ❜

❛ … we don’t have a state. ❜

❛ FUCK. ❜ 

❛ if you love a honkin’ milky mommer  —  that’s why. ❜

❛ the stuart little of pepperoncini. ❜

❛ if you sit there and breathe, you fuckin like breathing. ❜

❛ i don’t even know how to breathe. ❜

❛ okay pinocchio! ❜

❛ the twinkification of theo. ❜

❛ this is veering dangerously close into a subsection of porn. ❜

❛ are we gonna hold toes? ❜

❛ that’s 60% adam. ❜

❛ i just woke up from a nap and i have to read this? ❜

❛ love is stored in the shrimp. ❜

❛  bachelor hatred is stored in the shrimp. ❜

❛ let the crab have vodka! ❜

❛ are we eeby deeby or are we dancer? ❜

❛ with great power comes great sewing ability. ❜

❛ only spotify can judge me. ❜

❛ the feminine urge to eat a bowl of grapes. ❜

❛ i saw cars once and made it ______’s problem. ❜

❛ if olympics not slutty… why olympians sexy. ❜

❛ the olympics have been around for 500 slutty, slutty years. ❜

❛ tag yourself i’m the discus player who just started fucking screaming after he threw it. ❜

❛ well, well, well, if isn’t the consequences of my own actions. ❜

❛ dad’s trying to solicit us to buy weed again. ❜

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[luminous-shifting-vibes]

*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

#tw drugs #tw swearing #tw cannibalism #tw crime #tw food #tw homophobia #shitpost #out of context #out of context quotes #lumi's quotes

[swampgallows]

after SEVERAL DAYS ive finally completed my own version of this. not to be confused with husbando squares. i had to really reach for a couple of these as i was trying very hard to make this a favorite list and not a kin list but you can see the parts where i failed

descriptions under the cut, starting at the top and left to right:

JAN VALENTINE from Hellsing: i was obsessed with this dude when i was like 13. i wanted his beanie and i loved his fucked up piercings. also the first blowjob i ever saw. i covered my eyes. traumatizing!

RED DEATH from Venture Bros.: a dignified killer. the voice of clancy brown is absolutely integral to this character and my affinity for him. cant go wrong with a murderous family man. “brownies? yes, thank you!” plus he had a sick mohawk in the 80s.

GENERAL GRIEVOUS from Star Wars: coughing bastard wields four glowsticks at once. what’s not to love?

LURTZ from Lord of the Rings: ground zero for the closest thing to a sexual awakening

KUP from Transformers: that’s just ME, babey! old know-it-all curmudgeon stops at mcdonalds for one black coffee and leaves

JANE LANE from Daria: if i’d watched Daria in high school instead of college I would have modeled my entire existence after her. she treads between being an ideal older sister and being the greatest lesbian/girlfriend ever

THRALL from Warcraft: thrall practically raised me through my teen years and was there for me as a surrogate orc dad before he became an actual dad. the horde is thrall’s family and when i say i’m his child i MEAN it

MEWTWO from Pokémon: mewtwo knocked my socks off when i encountered him in cerulean cave in 1998 on pokémon red, and then once i found out about the first 10 minutes cut from the english version of the movie in 99, it was all over

REXXAR from Warcraft: that’s just my strong asexual mok’nathal husband. i used to pal around with him in desolace back when he was champion of the horde, and once he made his way back to his people at thunderlord stronghold we consummated our vows

DIN from Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Seasons: this is the only zelda game i have ever played, one i bought with my own money, with CASH, and i played the shit out of it. i love nature magic and dancing and din has both. 

CHERNABOG from Disney’s Fantasia: i warped the VHS watching this part over and over as a kid. he’s called chernabog now but he was referred to as “satan” initially, and bela lugosi modeled his movement (though they ended up using the director’s poses instead). when he unfurls his wings? that’s the real shit

TWILIGHT SPARKLE from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic: i love all of the ponies in their own way and despite how much i abhor tara strong’s VA work twilight remains a top favorite. her anxiety and perfectionism show the downsides of her ardent studiousness, but dont portray her erudition in a negative light. a lot of cartoons i saw growing up always had an “egghead” nerdy character who was unpopular for doing well in school or caring about academia. while i know as an adult that it’s all essentially worthless it’s really affirming to see that pressure candidly portrayed while also not being totally dismissive of it. school was one of the only things i was ever good at, and twilight’s character shows both its heavy downsides and the ways in which it actually can be applied to the real world. 

[free space] GARROSH HELLSCREAM from Warcraft: literally me

WASHU HAKUBI from Tenchi Muyo!: one of my longtime faves! washu is a genius scientist, but with tenchi muyo being a mythological sci-fi series, that points her closer to witch/mad scientist/alchemist. i also liked the gimmick of her being thousands of years old but insisting on portraying herself as a short snarky teenager. plus i love her crab motif and her little wooden cheerleader puppets

JOHN SILVER from Treasure Planet: bear cyborg dad. super huggable, great voice, and has a lil irish jig follow him around in the soundtrack. neck rolls + tooth gap = hell fuckkin yeah babey

AIUSHTHA THE ENCHANTRESS from DotA 2: sproink!

PEPPER ANN from Disney’s Pepper Ann: this show made me excited to attend middle school LMFAO because i related to pepper ann so much as a kid. much like twilight sparkle, PA is super neurotic but has an explosive, if not borderline delusional, imagination. she dressed and behaved like an actual kid, and plus she looked like me too. even in the 90s it was rare to see a kid with glasses that wasn’t shafted to the poindexter stereotype, especially a girl (e.g. Gretchen from the fellow Disney show Recess). i liked that she wasn’t feminine but also wasn’t a hard tomboy; she gave me space to feel like i was allowed to exist outside of that kind of gender binary (and especially her younger sister Moose blows all gender expectations out of the water). 

ASUKA LANGLEY SORYU from Neon Genesis Evangelion: foundation of my childhood identity along with all the trauma and posturing therein. think garrosh if he were a 12 year old girl who piloted a mech

DEVIL ZUKIN from Dance Dance Revolution: amazing outfit, rocked the konamix. i like evil zukin too but devil zukin is the fave. sleeveless crop top hell yeah

UNDYNE from Undertale: my bi awakening at 25. strong fish lady love spagety

HELLBOY from Hellboy: mike mignola’s art style has influenced a lot of my own. he’s a demon who chooses to be the good guy and that’s everything to me. he loves kitty cats and pancakes and punches nazis, and hellboy ii: the golden army is one of the best movies of all time.

BLACKARACHNIA from Beast Wars (Transformers): LOVE this bitch. she got to hang out with tarantulas and also expressed that moral grayness i totally love, chillin with rattrap and makin jokes. spider motif is v good also

LEAH from Stardew Valley: life goals. wife goals.

NAILS from Cool World: this movie fucking blows LMFAO it’s absolutely awful but it has the most banger rave soundtrack next to hackers and ralph bakshi’s animation as always is a spectacle. Nails is a hapless anxious cop-spider who can barely load his own gun and looks like a predecessor to a Cuphead reject. plus he’s voiced by charlie adler so he’s got huge personality. funny spider guy

HAWK MOTH from Miraculous: i know what i am. im a bitch who loves bug motifs and villains who are outwitted by literal children, who are utterly convinced they are doing the right and just thing, who stare a redemption arc in the face and go “...nah”

#favorite character bingo #it me #i have a kintype and it is ORANGE #of the four non-magical typical humans on this list 3 are children LMAO

[shiftingpath]

lunars upcoming:

Fame-of-War: Full Moon horse with some tiger shoved in for fun. carries his entire family, wife and kids, around with him. has the Holy Moonlight Sword and it’s enormous. somewhat grizzled paladin, always The Dad to everyone he meets. extremely pissed at the city he used to live in and planning on returning to make active trouble for its rulers for having sold him out to the Realm, just as soon as he finds somewhere good to put his fambles

Peleps Asagi: Casteless? Changing Moon? carp Dynast. just came home from a tour of some satrapies after her graduation and Saw Some Things that made her feel like maybe the Realm is being fucking awful out there, only to come home to her little immediate family having been turned on by their larger group of kin and fed to the wolves. her family is going to sit on the top of the pile and everyone else is gonna pay. super soft and gentle and full of steel.

Widdershins: yall know Widdershins. No Moon black cat who was an aspirant in a promising mortal coven. when they found the secret to sorcery Widdy stole it and ran away and ate it. they continually visit their old coven to say hi and show off and give them some actually very useful tips on pursuing enlightenment. smug and standoffish and really infuriating but knows just what you like.

Snail Witch: No Moon i don’t have a name for yet, got tried for witchcraft of the Bad Variety alongside her girlfriend (neither guilty), and was fed a poisonous nut from a super poison tree as the trial. scarfed that shit down and splashed it back in everyone’s faces, bled the poison out of her girlfriend, and the two of them fucking flew off together to go be real witches in peace. her girlfriend is a solid thaumaturge and the Witch is full of gross Lunar tricks

Aytan Bone-Breaker: Casteless or No Moon bearded vulture bonded to @nightmarework‘s deathknight Lovely Bride of Rot. when the deathknight raided a village under Aytan’s protection, everything there was taken. Aytan doesn’t want her husband back- she just wants his bones. she was going to eat those bones. attacks and harasses and generally makes herself a giant pain in the side of the walking war machine of the dead as she takes what she wants. she sort of wants that girl leading it, but she also sort of wants to eat her. hmmm

???: just had an idea for another No Moon but don’t have much yet. petite thing with enormous violet eyes and masses of black hair. little weird witch, very charming and strange

lunars might return from 2nd Ed:

One Traveller of a Shifting Path: No Moon raven architect-crafter-historian. i mostly want to see him with working Craft charms

Zev Tosai: Casteless or No Moon hyena witch. she is probably my best older Lunar for fitting into the new Weird Lunar Allure focus

Merak: Changing Moon peacock assassin. give me all those good good Manipulation charms, fork em over

Angsawa Sister Scylla: Casteless giant crab Lintha hunter. former up-and-coming Lintha herself, now towering with piles of giant stabby legs. looking for that guerrilla hit and run tactic Lunars are so stellar at

Corvi Falsefoot: No Moon magpie. sorry did you want something? it’s his now. he does Not let go of it

Yellow-Eyed Lagar: Changing Moon alligator elder from the First Age. lives in a giant swamp and takes on a lot of student-adherents. really just such an asshole, master of patient underhanded tactics. likes to loaf around his domain in the form of an absolutely extra massive alligator. has all the Boundary-Marking shit and a lot of Make Yerself Big stuff

Teskallah: Full Moon panther student/lover of Five Days Darkness. mad at everyone and a little confused on what to do next. lets cram some Martial Arts (Tiger Style primary) in and see how they go with normal Lunar combat.

Joyous Izem: Full Moon crag cat with a giant goremaul. BIG BOY, good natured defender of his shahan-ya’s domain and extended area. just a good good boy with some hells of Strength and Charisma charms

#exalted #hour in white #lunars all day erry day #these are the ones... i know for sure #i have more

[speaksfish]

                                  Arthur Curry : An Overview.

BASICS.

Given / Birth Name : Arthur Curry  Nickname / Preferred Name : Arthur  Alias(es) : Aquaman, King of Atlantis  Birthdate / Age : January 29th / Thirty - Nine  Place of Birth : Amnesty Bay, Maine  Current Location : Atlantis Gender Identity : Cis Male Sexual / Romantic Orientation : A bi boy through and through.   Ethnicity / Race / Cultural Heritage: Hawaiian (Polynesian) && Atlantean  Marital Status : Married Occupation : Monarch. An uncomfortable one.   Religious Beliefs : Polytheist / Spiritual in a sense. He claims to have seen enough to know one entity isn’t ( nor could ever be ) responsible for it all. So he chooses to believe that these greater forces move within us to affect our lives. Sometimes it’s for the better, often it’s to challenge us, make us move, inspire once unwilling growth. As far as naming these forces, Arthur has none, only a gut telling him there are various hands at play here and all are fighting for the steering wheel. Except Poseidon. Poseidon and his kin, in the wise words of Arthur Curry, can fuck right off.

CHARACTERISTICS.

Height : 6′4 Weight : Somewhere in the ballpark of 300 lbs.  Body Type / Build : Athletic / Strongman build. He’s pretty par for course as far as merging Atlantean and Humans go. Go team Humanoids.   Eye Color : It’s the new dress meme. Are they gold and white, are they blue and black ?? Just kidding, they’re blue.   Hair Color / Texture : A brunette with sun-bleached highlights. His hair may appear soft but it is not, it’s rough and more often than not covered in salt ( and other less favorable sea ) particles. Someone introduce a good cleansing shampoo to this beach waved boy. He once walked out onto a seafaring dock with a damn crab clipping his hair up.   Recognizable Features / Scars : His most notable scar is the one through his eyebrow. Got it during the first real scuffle between himself and Black Manta 2.0. The tattoos across his arms, shoulders, back and torso are also important to him. They’re what connect him to his polynesian routes, as tattoos were what they considered “all the armor one warrior needs”. Each design is also an attribute to the oceans more formidable marine life. Triangles ( both negative space and not ) representing the tooth of a shark while arrows represent the tails of manta rays or swordfish or the fins of whales ( etc ).   Speech Patterns / Accent : Arthur uses an incredible amount of colloquialism in his speech dating to the 90′s. He had a speaking inflection typical of east coast accents, however it’s not as noticeable with age. ( When speaking Atlantean it’s very clear that he has it. )   Languages Spoken : English and Atlantean prior to becoming a king. All languages afterward, one of the perks to his gig.  Powers / Skills / Abilities : Besides being able to powerlift your heart into the new year? He’s strong. It’s a vague area because he has overextended himself in the past, but the guy can throw nuclear subs and war ships at very specific targets and that’s nothing to bat a lash at. He has sonar capabilities and scary good hearing ( yet Bruce still scares the absolute piss out of him by sneaking around ). Atlantean physiology means withstanding great amounts of pressure, seeing in the dark, quicker than average healing times, longer strides, quicker reflexes and higher endurance. Abilities that are his own small mutations include marine ( and life that originates from the ocean, but weaker ) telepathy, resistance to telepaths, and is a fast swimmer. Crazy fast.    Overall Health : Average? 

RELATIONSHIPS.

Order of Birth : Eldest  Number of Siblings : 2, technically.  Father’s Status + Relationship : Tom Curry, retired. Tom Curry moved to Maine after a volcano covered roughly half of his family farm land in Hawaii. He used the money from that property to buy a worn down lighthouse, taking up a job as a fisherman shortly after to begin the process of making that his family home. He retired at the age of sixty but still manages the lighthouse during stormy weathers, as well as takes care of Arthur’s dog whenever his son is underseas for prolonged periods of time. Notable fact: he can drink Arthur under the table, but his father (Arthur’s grandfather) would call them both weak guts. Mother’s Status + Relationship : Queen Atlanna, deceased.  Sibling Status + Relationship : Orm, half - brother. Pain in the tattooed butt. Tula, step - sister. Favorite non - biological sibling.   Loyalty / Affiliation : Atlantis.

PERSONALITY.

MBTI : ENFJ Hobbies : Whittling. When alone he tends to need something in his hands that’ll occupy his time, that turned into wood / bone work. He’s an avid connoisseur of good stouts.   Bad Habits : A picky eater.  Three Positive Traits : Arthur is first and foremost a humbled person. He understands where he lacks expertise and can admit to faults of his rather effortlessly. It’s been criticized ( specifically by Orm ) in the past as ‘ showing weakness ’ but he disagrees fullheartedly. To claim you know everything about everything is foolish and irresponsible, so he relies heavily on the council of those close to him  or experts ) to help bridge the gaps in his understanding. And it’s perhaps why, more often than not, he feels in over his head and incapable of ruling / seduced by the simpler times.  Another trait that stands heads above the rest ----- Arthur is KIND. One could theorize that it was his mixed heritage ( growing up severely bullied as a result of being ... alive ) to push him into a softer approach when hardships hit, but ultimately he was always this way. Looks are deceiving, and it’s certainly true he will not allow others to test his threshold, but if there’s any choice present : he chooses to be kind.  Dad jokes are his jam. He may not be a pro at this ‘hero bantering’ thing, but he’s great at belly - laughing at his own dumb humor. 

Three Negative Traits : He only has a set scale of annoyances he can tolerate before seeing red. That scale varies by contributing factors throughout the day. I had this under a form of introversion, because he absolutely gets his energy in solitude and tires out in social situations, but a tricky sub genre of the personality type. Introversion on its own is NOT a negative trait, his can make him abrasive, rude, and standoffish unexpectedly. Arthur can be rather impulsive at times. He doesn’t always think his actions through, just battering rams it and hopes for the best. It gets on Mera’s nerves, he finds inaction oftentimes more dangerous.  The dad jokes ------- Moral Alignment : Neutral Good.

ASSOCIATIONS.

One Song :  Atlantis - Bridgit Mendler  One Quote / Piece of Art : This vine / Ships in the Stormy Sea One Fear : Losing his humanity. One Strength : Empathy. One Object : Trident of Neptune.  One Place : Neptune’s Grotto.  One Food : Coconut. One Scent : Saltwater.  One Lucky Charm : Ka Makau Nui ‘o Maui cattle bone necklace his father carved him 

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[finnofamerica]

We Have History - Michael Mell x Reader || Part 4

Summary:  Michael finds himself unexpectedly growing close to his history tutor, who isn’t as perfect as she seems.

Word Count: 2267

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It has been two weeks since you’d begun tutoring Michael and, well, at least his comprehension was getting better. His retention was still a mess, but you were working on it. The two of you were halfway through a study session when Michael slammed his textbook closed.

    “Let’s go do something,” Michael stood, stretching, his textbook abandoned on your bed.     “Michael, we have to study.” You reminded,     “You never do anything fun,” Michael pointed out, “Honestly Y/n, when was the last time you let yourself do something besides work.”

You kept silent. He was right, of course. After all, it’s been years since you allowed yourself to have fun.

    ‘You’re right,” You admitted softly, a little ashamed.     “Of course I’m right!” He exclaimed, grabbing your arm and dragging you from the bed. Before you could protest you were already in the passenger seat of Michael’s PT Cruiser.

Michael kept his eyes on the road for the most part, but the look in your eyes was magnetizing. There was a light in your eyes similar to the one you got when you talked about music. You were looking out across the street lights with child-like joy like you were seeing all of this for the first time. You danced in your seat to whatever song was on the radio. Michael was completely unaware of the growing smile on his face.

It wasn’t long before he was pulling into the very familiar parking lot of his favorite late-night restaurant.

    “Where are we?” You asked, the curiosity in your e/c eyes, making them irresistible.     “Getting some essentials,” Michael said simply, hopping out of the cruiser. You followed close behind.     “Sushi?” You rose a brow     “Hell yeah man. Sushi is bomb!” He beamed excitedly. “Have you tried it?”     “I’m not too keen on the idea of eating raw meat.” You shrugged.     “That's fair.” Michael nodded. You patted your pockets and sighed.     “I don’t have my wallet.” You cursed at yourself, continuing to pat the pockets where your wallet should’ve been as if it would magically appear.     “It’s fine, I’ll pay.” Michael offered.     “I can’t do that to you,” You shuffled awkwardly. Nobody ever really spent money on you and the attention was making you feel awkward. Finally, you added; “I’d feel bad.”

You looked so small in that moment. You didn’t even have a jacket because he was pulling you out of the apartment before you could think to grab one.

    “It’s my fault that you don’t have your wallet. Besides, I’m pretty sure my mothers would put me back up for adoption if I didn’t offer to pay.” He beamed. The little bubble of laughter that came from your throat was like music to his ears. You stared skeptically at him for a second.     “Okay, you caved, “Only if you’re absolutely sure.” He just smiled more and lead you into the restaurant.

    “Hello Michael,” The cashier greeted him with a smile and a wave.     “Hi, Benji.” Michael waved back.     “The usual?”     “No, actually, can I get an order of crab rolls and …”     “Chicken teriyaki?”     “And an order of chicken teriyaki.”     “Eating in?” Benji asked.     “No, we’ll take them to go.”

While the orders were being cooked, or not cooked in Michael’s case, you wandered the room looking at all the art. Michael watched as you wandered distractedly, bumping into a table and proceeding to apologize to the table. He smiled and shook his head,

    “You two look cute together.” Benji’s sudden voice caused Michael to jump.     “We aren’t together.” Michael corrected.     “A shame. You coulda fooled me.” Benji shrugged. “Here’s your food.”     “Thanks, Benji.” Michael grabbed the bag from him. “Have a nice night.”

     “Yeah you too, uh.”

You jumped at the feeling of someone’s hand on your shoulder.

    “Sorry if I startled you,” Michael apologized, looking at the waterfall painting that you had been running your fingers along the edge of the canvas.     “It’s beautiful,” You said finally.     “Yeah,” He agreed, “I, um, I got the food.”

You looked at the bag, then back at him.     “Are we going somewhere else?”     “Two more stops, probably.” Michael guessed. The smile that came to your face was dangerous.     “Okay, where to next Mikeybear?” You wiggled your eyebrows playfully.     “Oh c’mon, not you too,” He groaned, but his heart swelled. God, you’re such a dork.     “Mmn, I think I like it.” You teased. Michael just shook his head again, a smile on his face.     “Whatever y/n/n-kins,” He shot back.     “Oof I hate it,” You grumbled, “Where to next?”     “We,” He gestured between the both of you, “are getting slushies.”

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    “Oh my god, Y/n, why would you mix them?!!” Michael let out an appalled gasp.     “Because is good Michael,” You grinned like it was the most obvious thing in the world.     “Sin. You’re a sinner.” He joked.     “I heard the sinners have more fun anyway.” You winked at him as the both of you brought your slushies to the counter. He snorted at your innuendo causing you to burst into a fit of laughter. He paid the cashier and the two of you walked out to his car together.     “Where to next?” You grinned, slushie in hand, warm food in your lap.     “Arcade.” He pulled away from the 7/11 parking lot.     “I’ve never been to an Arcade before.” You admitted, taking a tentative sip of your slushie. You didn’t want to freeze your brain.     “Okay, that is an actual crime.” Michael scoffed.     “Is it gonna have like, Pac-man? Or the motorcycle racing games? Or Air hockey!!!!”     “You’ve really never been?”     “Honest to god, Mikey.” You confessed.     “You’re playing all the games tonight. You don’t have a choice.”

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    “C’mon Y/n/n, just try it.” Michael held one of his crab rolls out to you with his chopsticks. You wrinkled your nose as you decided. You both settled at a table in an abandoned corner of the arcade.     “You aren’t obligated to like it, just try it.” He urged but didn’t want to force you to do something you didn’t want to do. He, however, wasn’t expecting you to eat it right out of his chopsticks like a food stealing Gull. Your cheeks puffed out as you chewed it carefully.     “It’s not bad,” You decided after you swallowed. “5/10 would eat again. You want a bite of my teriyaki? Bite-for-a-bite, quid-pro-quo?” You grabbed a piece of chicken with your chopsticks and held it out to him. When he didn’t take it you resorted to another tactic.     “Here comes the airplane,” You swooped your chopsticks toward him, careful not to lose the piece of chicken. He rolled his eyes at you with a smile, taking the chicken from your chopsticks as you had done to his.     “Y’know, the sooner you finish eating the sooner we can play games?” He rose a brow at you.     “I know, but I’m trying to enjoy this. It’s been so long since I’ve had something besides processed mac and cheese.” You hummed.     “Why don’t you ever use the record player in your room?” Michael asked suddenly, like the thought just popped into his head and he hadn’t the chance to hold it back.     “It was my dad’s.” You said softly, looking up to Michael with sad e/c eyes. He nodded for you to continue. “He and my mother divorced when I was little and I lived with him for the majority of that time. In the eighth grade, my dad, he was a mechanic, and, well, there was an accident at work and my dad was caught underneath a car. It crushed most of the bones in his body. The doctors tried to operate, but there wasn’t much they could do.”     “And now you’re stuck with your mother?” He asked.     “Pretty much. She had an accident when I was little and never really got stable. That’s why my parents got divorced. We always thought she’d get better but she never did. It’s whatever, I’m moving in the spring anyway.”     “What’s wrong with her?”     “She tore the ligaments in her knee and got addicted to the painkillers she was taking for her treatment. She can’t hold a job, and she seeks out random men for stability and validation.” You scratched your arm awkwardly. It was nice to share your situation with someone besides Jared for once, but you worried that Michael might change his views about you.     “I don’t like your mother,” Michael decided after a moment of pause.     “Me neither,” You laughed closing your, now empty, to go box “Let’s go do something stupid. It is, after all, a Friday night.”     “Now you’re speaking my language Y/n/n-kins,” Michael beamed, offering his hand to help you up. As soon as your garbage was trashed the two of you ran around playing as many games as you could. Two-player games were Michael’s favorite; you’d squeal, and squeak, and curse to yourself as the both of you tried to beat the level.

God, every single excited giggle and squeal was worth it; To Michael, your excitement was so worth failing his next history test. Not even his high made him feel as warm and full as this. Every time you gave him that dorky, ear-to-ear, beaming smile he felt like his heart was going to explode, and suddenly he understood why Jeremy never shut up about Christine.

    “Hey, kids! We're closing!” The manager yelled over to you. You pouted as the two of you walked back out to his car in the chill of the night.     “What time is it?” You yawned. Michael yawned as he dug his phone out of his pocket.     “Half past midnight,” He informed. You shivered running your hands over your bare arms.     “I don’t think I wanna go home yet.” You admitted. This was your first taste at freedom in years and you were relishing in it.     “I might have one more place that we could go.” Michael offered, sending a quick text to his Momma so she wouldn’t worry.

You know how they say you should never go hiking at night? Hahahahahah, yeah so every cell in your body was screaming Wrong Turn at you as you clung to Michael’s arm, trying to ignore the chill that settled into your bones.

    “Are you sure this is safe?” You questioned. It was a pretty open space at the top of the hill, and you could easily drive up to the top, but your fears were getting the best of you.     “We are only a 10-minute walk from the Cruiser. I have my phone and you have yours. There is literally no place to hide on this hill. We’ll be fine,” Michael assured. “Besides, once we get to the spot it’ll be worth it.”

It was worth it indeed; it was quiet as the two of you sat in the dark, breathing in the cold morning air. The lights of the city twinkled at the bottom of the hill, no noise around but the light wind, the sound of your breathing, and the soft quiet melody coming from your phone.

    “What was your dad like?” Michael asked out of the blue.     “My dad was a happy guy, his coworkers were like family to us. My father loved bowling and music, we used to go to this jazz club and talk about what we liked. We used to go out for breakfast with his best friend, John, and his son Jared. After the accident, John actually tried to get custody of me, but the court wouldn’t let him. I work with Jared, so they still keep tabs to make sure I’m okay. I miss my dad sometimes, especially when the woman is getting especially bad.” You explained through chattering teeth. Without any prompting, Michael scooted closer wrapping his ever-present hoodie around your shoulders and pulling you close to him. The warmth of his hoodie was completely enveloping and comforting. It still smelt faintly of weed, but also of laundry soap and old spice.

    “Won’t you get cold?” You asked, trying to give back the warm hoodie.     “Nah, I run warm.” Michael shrugged. He ran warm indeed; Michael radiated warmth better than the little space heater in your room. You leaned into to him as you stared out at the lights of the city. The cars roaming the highway reminding you of fireflies.     “This is beautiful,” You hummed.     “Yeah, it is.” Micheal smiled down at you. He’d never brought anybody here before, and it was kinda nice to have somebody to share it with.

It wasn’t until the first lights of dawn began to creep over the horizon did you finally feel like it was time to head home. Both of you snuck quietly up the stairs of the apartment, gathered Michael’s things, sneaking back downstairs to exchange goodbyes.

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[skippyin]

The Dragon Angus Theory

I don’t know how many people know about this particular TAZ Theory but I discovered it last night in the TAZ Subreddit. There are thread discussions about this here and here. There could be more but these were the two I found.

In summary, the theory in general pertains to the fact that Angus might not be all that he seems, and that he might be a dragon in disguise. Specifically a Silver Dragon. Under the cut because this came out really long! (Don’t worry there’s a tldr at the bottom)

The above linked threads call upon some things he does in Murder on the Rockport Limited. The first raise of suspicion being that being Angus seems to be pretty strong for a little boy:

Griffin: And with that, Angus grabs Graham (aka juicy wizard), and with a surprising amount of strength for a little boy, pulls him out of the chamber. 

Another strange occurrence is when Merle tries to cast Zone of Truth on Angus and Angus resisted it with a surprising 24 for his saving throw.

Griffin: Uh, he rolled a 24.

Clint and Justin: What?

Justin: Can I- can I have a little side chat? If this fool just rolled a 24, he is uhh a really fucking bad guy. That’s like some mysterious shit.

Griffin then says a short while later

Griffin: He had a lotta charisma. He’s a charismatic young man.

This confirms that Angus has a very high charisma score. Silver Dragons have high Strength and Charisma scores. So Angus being a dragon who is polymorphed would actually allow this to make sense. Let’s take a brief look at the spell taken from the D&D 5e Monster Manual:

“Change Shape. The dragon magically polymorphs into a humanoid or beast that has a challenge rating no higher than its own, or back into its true form. It reverts to its true form if it dies. Any equipment it is wearing or carrying is absorbed or borne by the new form (the dragon's choice). In a new form, the dragon retains its alignment, hit points, Hit Dice, ability to speak, proficiencies, Legendary Resistance, lair actions, and Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma scores, as well as this action. Its statistics and capabilities are otherwise replaced by those of the new form, except any class features or legendary actions of that form.“

Now while it says the polymorphed dragon retains Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma, with Strength, Dexterity, and Constitution being altered to fit that of the new form, Griffin being the DM could always change this just to make things a little more interesting.

Another thing to point out is the fact that, when the body was discovered, Angus was the first to notice the invisible fire crab monster on the ceiling.

Griffin: Angus looks at you, and he goes,

Angus: We need to get Graham to a uh, a bed or something as quick as--

Griffin: And he stops and, uh, looks up, and he says,

Angus: Nobody move.

Dragons have an ability called Blindsight which allows them to detect creatures using their other senses like vibrations, keen smell, acute hearing, or echolocation. Making invisibility, darkness, and most kinds of concealment irrelevant.

To see if I could find any more evidence for the theory, I did a little digging in the 5e Monster Manual and looked at the section dedicated to Dragons. Specifically Metallic Silver Dragons. And... It spookily fits.... Here’s what I found:

Silver Dragons are The friendliest and most social of the metallic dragons, silver dragons cheerfully assist good creatures in need.

Silver Dragons are Lawful Good.

"Dragons of Virtue. Silver dragons believe that living a moral life involves doing good deeds and ensuring that one's actions cause no undeserved harm to other sentient beings. They don't take it upon themselves to root out evil, as gold and bronze dragons do, but they will gladly oppose creatures that dare to commit evil acts or harm the innocent."

"Friends of the Small Races. Silver dragons enjoy the company of other silver dragons. Their only true friendships outside their own kin arise in the company of humanoids, and many silver dragons spend as much time in humanoid form as they do in draconic form. A silver dragon adopts a benign humanoid persona such as a kindly old sage or a young wanderer, and it often has mortal companions with whom it develops strong friendships."

"Respect for Humanity. Silver dragons befriend humanoids of all races, but shorter-lived races such as humans spark their curiosity in a way the longer-lived elves and dwarves don't. Humans have a drive and zest for life that silver dragons find fascinating."

"Metallic dragons also seek to protect other creatures from dangerous magic. As such, powerful magic items and even evil artifacts are sometimes secreted away in a metallic dragon's hoard."

"Solitary Shapeshifters. At some point in their long lives, metallic dragons gain the magical ability to assume the forms of humanoids and beasts. When a dragon learns how to disguise itself, it might immerse itself in other cultures for a time..... bolder dragons love to wander city streets in humanoid form, taking in the local culture and cuisine, and amusing themselves by observing how the smaller races live."

Now, granted, only Adult Dragons learn the skill to change shape. However, since Angus is so bright, I wouldn’t be surprised if he learned early. Or he might just be lying about his actual age (tho i really like the idea of Angus being a bright young dragon who wants to do good and help people) ((Plus again Griffin is the DM and can be as flexable as he wants with these rules that are a base guideline))

Angus being a dragon would also explain why he is living in the BoB base without any mention of anybody being worried about him being gone for too long. I mean, he’s a kid he had to have some kind of caretaker before all of this. He's mentioned his "grandfather" in Neverwinter, however that could have just been a cover story while he was investigating on the train when he had the suspicion that the criminal he was hunting for was on board. Though the antique silverware set Taako took from him may actually be his grandpa's that Angus brought along in order to help back his story up. He also mentioned his Dad when Merle tried to teach him about Pan to which he replied "My Dad says I'm not allowed to talk to people who worship Pagan Gods" (While i dont think this really supports him being a dragon, fun fact is that dragons, especially metallic ones, worship Bahamut who actually has a shitton of non-dragon followers as well.) 

Also, him being a dragon in disguise would explain why he's the only character who talks the way he talks. In reference to "Hi I'm Angus McDonald, I'm a little boy!" or "No I'm a Flesh boy" and "I was gonna have them [the pringles he gives to the boys at the end of the arc] as a train time snack but I forgot to eat them in the train times." I am literally listening to an Angus line compilation while typing this and honestly he sounds like hes trying SO HARD to blend in as a little boy and its adorable.

I don’t care if this Theory turns out true or not, again I’ll say that’s what AUs are for. I just wanted to share it on here with you guys because I love Angus so much and him being a dragon boy just makes everything so much funnier???? Also here’s a bonus:

Wow Travis what a good joke.

tldr; Angus’ stats and abilities seem suspicious, he doesn’t really mention having any sort of caretaker and is perfectly fine being on his own, his personality fits with what is described about Silver Dragons in the D&D 5e Monster Manual and the whole thing just strangely fits?????

#the adventure zone #the adventure zone theory #taz theory #angus #angus mcdonald #taz angus #theory #long post

[crayonurchin]

Since the days of DeviantArt, I was always a bit nervous to have characters who are tied to music because I thought it was ‘cliche’ or ‘overdone’

Well who cares if it is or isn’t, music is dope, so have some characters rocking out in their own ways :D

Descriptions below the cut

Nutmeg is protective. Her mother told her all men are pigs, and to never trust them, and just look out for your fellow woman. Years have passed, she grew up the tall kid, the strong kid, the confident kid, and she runs her own show house, specialising in the erotic arts and performances. Her house is a safe haven for the abused, the beaten, the hurt, and she gives them good work, with the promise if a single audience member is a hair out of line, their legs are going to get broken. 

But she had a life time to learn that her mother was wrong. She still holds some prejudice, but she’s fighting to overcome it, and not once has she turned away a beaten man from her doors, though she was surprised to learn not all were beaten by men, but women too, she had to learn that domestic violence isn’t one sided, and continues to do so. In the mean time, she puts on the closing act every night, blasting them all away with ballads to shatter your eardrums and stimulate your senses.

Tartarus Dove, the last of her family, is not a musician by trade, but took it up out of sheer boredom. Born into a family of assassins centuries old, she and her twin brother Cthulu, were no different, except she was born blind. not wanting a broken child but not wanting to give away their nobel blood to some scummy orphanage, her parents made a deal with the devil, to let her daughter be a gateway for demons, in exchange for a pair of glass eyeballs that allow her to see. After nightmares that haunted her every night since she was a babe, she and her brother had an idea to share the burden with eachother, but upon removing her eye and him removing his, the demons entered his body and tore it apart.  Her parents simply said he was a fool.

She consulted the book that ‘cursed’ her, and made her own deal. She would give her soul, and the souls of everyone in her family, for the power of one thousand devil lifetimes. She got it, and soon slaughtered the family considered unkillable. The thousand life times are now about four hundred in, and she’s bored. You can only experience the entire world so often, so she plays.

Turns out the music of demons can be rather nice to those without souls to taint, to others, it’s maddening.

Solo Act, a circus child acrobat, a child groom, and the survivor of csb, now roams. For freedom, for happiness, for escape, they aren’t sure. They just know it’s been two years since their son was murdered by their 39 year old wife, and now 17, their trying to heal. Music was always a big part of the circus, and the circus teaches you tricks. You learn to steal, you learn to swindle, you learn to con

but they quite like just.. playing. Playing their own tune, letting their voice take centre stage.

Crayon Box. A child with big dreams, and a grave misunderstanding of the size of the world. But he grew up until now in rather great comfort, where there were parents who just wanted to keep their baby safe, a father who wanted him to be sucessful, and a mother who wanted to teach him her culture and her passion.

He can’t sing at all. It’s rather painful to hear if you do, but his mothers ballet and tahitan dances rubbed off on him, and sometimes it can be nice to just fall back into it. She considered him far too frail to ever get serious, but he’s not good at listening, and had fun all the same.

Pisca is the devil kin, as the village calls her. Her two mothers are the disgrace of the island, and their impossible baby even more so. All three are wise enough to know revealing Pisca is the result of the Priest would only have their attempted killers attempt once more. Age 2, Pisca was burned on her entire right side as the village tried to cook them inside their own lonely home on the cliff. Her mother Ba was rendered bald and blind by the attack, her her mother Tal was unharmed, out fishing during the attack. They all lived, and three years ago her mothers left to find more fish and crabs when the winter became feirce 

they have not returned.

Her mothers were very faithful to their Gods, and truthfully, so is Pisca. She has no ill will to their Lords, but her seething hatred for the village who hates them for, she believes, nothing, sickens her.

Music is forbidden, considered unclean, a waste of time, and ugly. It is only played during executions, as a sign that they are doomed for damnation.

Pisca understands this, but she does not feel their Priest is the good man all else do. She figures, the villages considers her devil kin, then by God she will be devil kin. besides, she’s sure the gods would not want music just used for damn the dying, why not damn the living for all they have hurt her family?

She waits until markets are bustling, or the nights get misty, and takes to the streets, slowly walking and playing her violin.

It’s a fun little revenge she enjoys when she feels particularly angry.

Ozzy and Reg McLayer, father and son with a difficult life. Reg moved to New York with his child bride Megan  when they were both the tender age of 17, and madly in love. He was from a tiny village, she was from the bright city with money in her pockets, but they had dreams, fantasies, and oh how they wanted independence.

And they were so happy to be having their son.

But three months after he was born, Megan left them both. She could not handle a life stuck indoors with a dying child, she needed her freedom.

In this world, there’s five types of superpower. Powerful (flight, telekinesis) Mild (making your eyes change colour, changing the flavour of food) neutral (hovering an inch off the ground, being able to spot four leaf clovers) dangerous (laser vision, spontaneous combustion) and self harming (your hair sewing you to surfaces, coughing up diamonds)

85% of the world has neutral powers, reg and meg having the ability to turn off his dandruff and her the ability to make daisies grow pink, Baby Ozzy was born with a self harming power. He would transform into a cloud of gas with no warning, no control, and would reform in midair, falling to the ground. He needed constant supervision, kept in an incubator, stil poofing and turning, falling, crying, breaking fingers and bruising, not able to be touched by his dreaming, young parents.

Reg as left with medical bill after medical bill, and as an immigrant, had no way to get the work that would pay it.

he moved into a tiny flat, and got immigrant work, at construction sites, his massive size getting him in good books, and leaving his newborn baby alone for 13 hours at a time, crying, in sodden nappies, unfed and constantly falling onto padded mats.

ozzy learned to control his powers at age 8, at least enough to come out of incubation. but he had no idea how to interact, he liked girls clothes, he likes his irish roots, and when he met children for the first time

they did not like him

ozzy grew up terrifified of himself, knowing he was different, with his mothers native american skin and hair and his fathers thick irish accent, knowing he wasn’t supposed to like looking like a girl but hating looking like a boy, knowing he could become a cloud, float into the sky, fall, break his bones, or just keep floating up and up and up

and maybe he should. he heard his father cry at night, for his lost wife and best friend, for his lost homeland, for his lost dreams

ozzy grew up with a disordered image of himself. hating he grew big like his father, hating the space he took up, hating his masculine muscles and bones, his face and hate hate hating that he ruined his fathers life

ozzy was submitted to an eating disorder clinic when was 15, after having a heart attack climbing the stairs at school, weighing 101 pounds, and standing 6′4. he didn’t want to take up space anymore, didn’t want to cost his dad any more money. didn’t want to be there.

Reg had dreams of being a great musician of traditional irish songs. and he was never able to get them how he wanted. but he had a new dream. raising his son healthy, happy and proud. and he was not about to lose that dream too.

reg would sing songs and play his flute to ozzy as a little baby, it always soothed his fits, and lessened his chances of turning into a cloud. and ever when they were nearly the same height, and his son truly wanting to die, those same songs still soothed him, still made him smile, and still got that life into him as they sang along in gaelic.

it got him a few friends at the clinic too, they liked the language he sang in :)

#LONNNNNNNNG POST GEEZ #I just wanted to draw something happy :) #and... infodump about my characters under the cut :3 #pls feel free to ask about them :D

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* sunny duo. - flower girl.

age zero. he remembered the day he saw her, so small and frail. such a little thing in the arms of his lover. couldn’t really open her eyes, screaming loud in the arms of others. he had seen babies before, mainly in the form of monkeys that his subjects had given birth too—and they were even smaller than the infant sharing his blood. and oh, what an odd thought it was. his own kin, right in front of his eyes. a blood relative, not a relationship forged to become familial. born from a magic stone, this deity had grown up too fast and was thrown into the cruel adult life right from the get go. he had faced hardships alone, had been always lonely despite the beings he had flocked to being around him most times. an isolated entity trying too hard to blend in, falling down into a deep pit that pushed him further away from others. seeing this small babe now, so soft and fragile, he could not imagine her suffering the way he did. when the nurse offered to let him carry her, the young demigod ceased her screams and seemed to bask in the warmth he offered. he blinked down at the child—his child, and he felt his heart melt a bit. “it looks like she took a liking to you mr. sun.” the nurse remarked with a smile, and he couldn’t help the goofy grin stretching out on his lips. a gurgle of what seemed to be from joy escaped the baby’s tiny lips and yeah, he knew the feeling was mutual.  even if that day had been dampened by his lover leaving this life with them, he knew that whether that woman had stayed or not—he was going to be there for his little girl to the bitter end. his beautiful flower, still so small and growing, waiting to bloom. not like him, once stone and ignoring all laws to become a living being. and now, he was trying to help this young one blossom. ( when her first word was baba and she eagerly held her hands out to him to be held—he knew for sure that he would do anything and everything for her. )

age one. being a single father was tiring. it’s only been a year, but he thought he spent most of it more awake than ever and changing diapers. he could only thank the fact he had the ability to clone himself or else he think he’d be more dead on his feet than he already was. he supposed he knew why there were so many struggling single parents, and to think—most of such people were humans! frail they may be, but tenacious they were as well. moreover, he couldn’t really give the girl breast milk and had to constantly make the formula milk for her ( was he tempted to switch to being a woman at times? yes, yes he was ). if there was anything he’s grateful from his former lover, it was definitely leaving behind her more peaceful personality into the baby. although she was loud in the beginning, she quieted down more and wasn’t too high maintenance. dear lord, if she had taken more after him he had no doubt she was going to raise hell. would that have been karma if such things happened? most likely, yes. he also couldn’t help but feel bad for any other potential children and single mothers he left elsewhere. especially knowing what they had to face from taking care of a child alone. there was the sound of a baby crying, and his clone screaming for help. he also may have heard a crash and he could only groan. age two. it kind of gets better, mainly because he’s learning to get used to it. he also finally met bajie and wujing since the whole saddled with a baby situation and the pig had laughed until his voice was hoarse ( which also led to the other getting smacked lightly by his staff—and by lightly he meant rather painfully ). fortunately, wujing ( bless his soul ) was more helpful and a good influence on meihua. he already made sure to threaten bajie to not try anything or he swore that he would end him—brother or not. there was a pleasant wind that day, and at this point he tend to relate any distinct feeling brought by the environment as xuanzang saying something. as the monk’s longtime friend, he believed that the now buddha was praising him for his good job so far but displeased with how he threatened bajie ( listen, he got to protect his precious little flower! ). unfortunately, neither really did experience proper childcare, which was why he had resort to learning from good ol’ google more often than not. gaining help from others, such as other gods like brigid and persephone, or human friends he made like the acrobatics couple from the circus or his actor mentor from his first drama. or rolling with it and hoping for the best ( he had never prayed for kuan yin when he was going through the journey to the west, but he did so multiple times with the hopes of being able to care for meihua ). he lied down on the floor, taking a momentary break but not exactly exhausted. he blessed his heightened condition every day to let him manage meihua without ever getting too tired out from it. as he took deep breaths in, he saw the little girl crawling to him from a distance. a bright smile on her features, and he couldn’t help but smile. in the end, it was all very much worth it. age three. time passes by too fast sometimes. she’s already three and it only felt like days. he’s filling up an album already with pictures, small notes written on it with an excessive amount of cooing. the girl was loved by not only him, but many others he had met within the city. and how couldn’t they? most of the pictures carefully put into these books were of her smiling happily. she was cheery and bright, a sunshine girl. and to keep that brightness, he had made sure to make himself into a good role model. heck, he barely drank alcohol these days, and even stopped getting into flings because it took too much time away from spending it with meihua. he’s also gotten softer, so much softer, ever since he returned with his child in his arms. not so wild, not so sporadic ( well he still was, but not really as bad ), not so much of causing mayhem. his pranks now were even more harmless, and his words less snarky. it came with the desire to set up a good example to the little girl really.  she’s a positive effect in his life, and holding her up to the sky with the sun illuminating her back in a holy manner—he knew she was the reason he became better. matching smiles, on that sunny day, they laugh in harmony. she may not have someone to call mother, but he tried to fill the big gap to the best of his abilities. age four. “baba, here!” the excited shout from meihua rang clear as she set down the paper that had the sea drawn on it—paper 3/4 filled with shades of blue and done by crayons. he instantly responded with cheer and compliments before ushering her to wash her hands. as she did so, he sets down a thin sheet of plastic over the colored paper. meihua comes back soon, and then he carried her up and presented to her an assortment of food. various, simple dishes like rice balls in the form of a fish, octopus sausages, and crab-like croissant sandwiches were set onto the plastic-covered paper. a collaboration one would say, and one he was proud to have thought of and for meihua to have contributed. they then ate their meal peacefully, but as they did meihua looked at him with wide and curious eyes. “baba...where is mama?” it’s a simple question, but it made him freeze. looking at her like a deer ( or monkey in this case ) caught in headlights, he wasn’t sure what to say. meihua’s always been a bit more smarter than other kids, something he liked to believe was from him. however, she’s still so young, and there’s a lot of complications to the whole former lover sort of leaving them because he hadn’t managed to properly tell her that he was a deity before it was too late. he’s not really blaming her, not really, he long accepted that things had crashed down but he was glad that in the end he could still keep meihua and nothing crazier happened.  however, he didn’t want to make her feel bad, didn’t want to put her feelings down. he loved his little girl happy. in the end, he sighed softly “there’s....there’s a lot that happened, but your mama was going through some bad things and i didn’t know. then it got bad for us and she...left.”  okay, maybe not the best word choices. however, this had always been xuanzang’s area of expertise, not his. he wanted to berate himself, but before he could meihua simply nodded “so i gotta’ find a new mama!” wait, what? “a mama for baba so baba won’t be so tired! and a mama who stays no matter what!” there’s a determined nod, and god she was so mature for someone so little and he couldn’t help but be so proud of her in that moment. this was his young child, so wise already and loved him dearly. no—shut up, he wasn’t tearing up. but yeah, he definitely brought her to his arms and mumbled an “i love you, so, so much.” and nothing will ever change that love.

age five. his eyes had been screwed shut. his hand being tugged by a much smaller one. the little girl having told him to not come into the kitchen and living room at all costs. but now she was done and satisfied, and told him it was a big surprise. he awaited for her orders, stopping only when he felt her stop moving, and soon he head the eager shout of “now!” opening his eyes, he spotted a large a3 yellow paper having a bunch of drawings of a monkey in a crown and holding a staff. there was also the bright and colorful words of happy baba’s day! for the bestest dad ever! ( he’s pretty sure someone helped her write that as well since she hadn’t even really begun to read ) on it. it was also littered with glitter, and the floor had a bit spilled onto it which would be a bother to clean up. there was a plate of burnt cookies next to tie, with horribly drawn icing art on it but still—he knew meihua tried her best. because who else but meihua would do this, trying all alone even when she was so small ( did she ask the recipe from aura? probably ).  he felt his throat constrict, and yeah, he definitely couldn’t deny deny the tears of joy now. with a bright and sweet smile filled with love, he gently and affectionately petted his daughter’s head “it’s beautiful sweetheart, absolutely beautiful.”  he would never ever regret having her, or keeping her by his side. this was the little girl he’d protect and love to the very end.

#* solo. - in the cauldron of flames and the mountain of isolation. #* threads. - another day with the subjects. #* sunny duo. - flower girl. #( father's day ain't over yet here folks xD ) #( also was inspired by hwang chi yeol for age four scene xD )