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punkk-draws · 11 months
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pitaya the babysitter
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jacarandaaaas · 4 days
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this is really random and probably sudden but one line thoughts on each of the madrigals? like your thoughts on them i mean hehe
its one line because...well. why not ASHFUIAHSF my brain is very odd today and the heat isnt helping where i am, but anywho, yeah! hope you're having a good day :>
ooh wait this is a fun ask! it’s so hard to sun them up in one sentence but I’m up for a challenge! (In order because I’m annoying like that)
pedro: would have been an amazing dad I just know that man was funny!
alma: deserved better, I want to know her post movie journey and learning to open up!
julieta: if I could describe her in one word it would be warm, like her whole vibe so comforting <3
pepa: my fave wine aunt, she’s a great mom and deserves better!!
bruno: I want an uncle like him he’s fun, (minus living in the walls) would love to see him readjusting to life!
felix: THE definition of a sunshine character, I feel like drinking with him would be really fun
agustín: i love corny dad jokes and I feel like he would have the most wild stories
isabela: my beloved, she cries over her plants getting new buds, she’s extra and she’s so REAL for that
dolores: also beloved, I know she has the best fashion sense, gives good advice!
luisa: she’s like a giant teddy bear, give this girl hot chocolate and some hugs after all that labor she had to do!
camilo: cringe but free, dramatic as hell but also caring, will call others cringe in public !
mirabel: my daughter, she’s just a bundle of energy and I love that for her, artsy kid rep🗣️
antonio: literal baby like this child is so pure I feel such a need to protect him, would ask him about him animals for hours
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haysprite · 1 year
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Hahshlflkds okay so,,, Been meaning to make this for a while lmfao. Its just my personal views on what I think the rest of the Killers' opinions are about the Legion. This is more so about them as a group and not separate. Gonna briefly explain why I think these as well! Lot of these are HCs that I've been thinking about for a while, especially with the first two tiers ! Pls enjoy my overthinking hahahlfdslkj ✨
Parental Figures: Huntress- Adopted Julie and Susie immediately, they are her daughters and she would kill for them! Doesn't care much for Frank and Joey, but they make Julie and Susie happy, so she lets them hang around. Susie is her favorite, since she loves listening to Anna's lullaby and hearing her stories about the Red Forest. Pig- As Huntress's Wife™, she'd naturally be an unfortunate parent to these dumbasses. While Huntress will try to get them out of trouble, Amanda finds it funny to help them get into trouble. Joey is her favorite, since he finds her reverse bear traps super cool and they have some pretty chill conversations together. Doctor- He finds them HILARIOUS and loves seeing the shit that they pull on other people, and also enjoys teaching them super fun and freaky medical facts (that often give Susie nightmares). Also gives them lessons on the best places to go stabby stab and whatnot. Frank is his favorite, since he loves listening to Herman's stupid facts n lessons and finds his Shock Therapy p neat. Slinger- As Doctor's Husband™, he also has the misfortune of being their parental figure. He's a lot more quiet around them, more so tolerating them when they're in a group. When he's one on one with them, though, he enjoys telling them stories about him and the Hellshire Gang. Julie is his favorite, since they just get along pretty well and he sees a lot of promise in her, he even taught her how to use his gun once.
Shit Ass Uncles: Ghostie- Listen, Danny is just a really stupid influence on these stupid teenagers, its just a recipe for disaster, but he does care for them! He enjoys teasing them a lot, especially Frank and Julie, and bugging them whenever he can. He's a bit of an asshole, let's be honest. He also helps them and Pig (since they're besties) out with pranking the other Killers. Trapper- They are the ugliest kids he's ever had the misfortune of laying his eyes on, but he has a slight soft spot for them. They enjoy bugging him, messing with his traps n whatnot, and though sometimes he has to stop himself from absolutely decking one of them, he tolerates them and finds them hilarious sometimes.
Wine Aunts: Skull Merchant- They love to fuck around with Adriana's drones, which drives her absolutely NUTS sometimes, but they don't do anything to hurt them so she just leaves them be. Isn't afraid to sneak up on them and scare them if she's ever fed up with them, though. Nurse- Sally has to help em and fix em up a lot, since they often injure themselves, both during and in-between trials. They're v accident prone, so she's just learned to have supplies at the ready to help them out. If she's ever too annoyed by them, though, she'll just blink away and hide from them until they've asked someone else for help or she gives in.
Official Younger Sibling™: Onryo- Huntress also adopted Sadako as soon as she possibly could, so she's kinda just become their honorary younger sibling lmao. Sometimes Julie and Susie will have lil girl nights with her, and do her hair and just goof around.
Family Dog: Demogorgan- Demodog, what else is there to say?
Enjoys Their Company: I feel like both Wraith and Hag would kinda just sit around and vibe with the Legion every so often. Wraith prefers if they're just one on one, since sometimes they can become overwhelming, while Hag prefers the whole group of em.
Likes Them Until They Bug Em: Plague, Billy, Spirit, and Charlotte don't mind them all that much, but if The Legion do ANYTHING that annoys em whatsoever, they will be out of there in a jiffy and ignore them.
Tolerates Them: Artist, Knight, Oni, Bubba, and Wesker all just tolerate them. They don't necessarily hate them at all, they just don't particularly like them. They'll deal with the Legion's stupid shenanigans until they've gone to far, then they'll either threaten them with their lives or hurry away to be anywhere else. Most of the time, though, they'll just ignore them or briefly acknowledge their existence before moving on.
Neutral: Victor, Pinhead, Pyramid Head, and Michael all just quite literally don't care about them whatsoever and rarely pay any mind to them. Victor will be around them because of Charlotte, ofc, he just doesn't really care. The other three quite literally couldn't be bothered, and will only interact with them if they're ever trying to bug em.
Hates Them: I'm sorry, but I feel like both Trickster and Blight would HATE them so much lmaoo. They find the four of em extremely annoying, whether in a group or just on their own, and would rather take a bullet to the head than deal with them. They'll often threaten the Legion to leave them alone, and get pissy if they're even in their very presence.
Would Kill Them: I feel like Freddy, Clown, Nemi, and Dredge are all p self explanatory as to why they're here tbh. Freddy is dumb and just gives off those murderous vibes in this scenario, Clown is an absolute MENACE and will kill literally whoever, especially if he finds them annoying like the Legion, Nemi is just a bioweapon that will destroy anything in his way of killing S.T.A.R.S (I think it'd be pretty funny if they managed to like, tame him or whatever in a way lmaoo), and Dredge is Dredge :3c
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crystalelemental · 5 days
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Talking about the children of Omnicron reminds me, I never shared what my wife and I talked about after the Big Reveal: babysitting Solus.
Obviously this only works in a sort of AU situation where Solus isn't living with Ulrich, and the other children are free to move about, but just imagine Deena raising this kid herself, but getting busy with the guild work or dealing with the Kroma situation, and having to ask them to babysit. In priority order:
Ulrich is the obvious first pick. Even outside of being your father figure in-game, he runs an orphanage of human children. He knows what he's doing when it comes to kids. He's calm and reasonable, but firm. He's basically made for this role, and he takes it seriously. A bit of a stick in the mud sometimes, but the easy top pick.
#2 is Fenrir. He doesn't really like kids, but he at least does the job. A bit hands-off, and easily annoyed when Solus needs something, but he's still responsive even if he'll grumble about it the whole time. He just takes things too seriously to be truly lax with this task. And Nara's asking. That's his little sister, the next one in line, so there's a bit more companionship there. He can't really say no when she asks, even if he's bothered.
Nadine would be #2, given she's pretty reasonable and exudes fun wine aunt vibes. When she's in the mood for it, she's great. Not always a good influence, but she's the kind that teaches the important life lessons that go against what's typically taught, you know? And she is genuine with praise, when it's earned. The problem is, "when she's in the mood for it." Nadine also does not particularly like kids, and unlike Fenrir, is willing to refuse Deena whenever she just doesn't feel like it, and she often does not feel like it. She's not #3 by any personal failing, but rather, she's #3 under threat of violence. Even #3 is higher than she wants, but she does understand why.
Merida was supposed to be #2. Considering she has her Surfer-sona, you would assume she can be super sweet and upbeat and fun; all things kids would respond well to, right? She'd take them on adventures to the beach and everything! Who wouldn't love that? It worked out great until Merida decided hey, if this kid's gonna be a future Sovereign, they need to be the best in everything. I'm gonna teach this kid everything I know about volleyball. And it turns out the kid picks it up pretty quick. One comment about the game being easy while they were playing against each other, and Merida got Actually For Reals Angry. She is no longer considered an ideal choice, and is banned from playing volleyball with the child.
Zetta is not allowed to watch Solus. He wants to. God does he want to. He'll ask constantly about when Deena will ask him to help watch the kid, he's put together all sorts of fun uncle activities they can do together, exactly none of which are safe or appropriate for children. Deena just laughs it off as work being slow and not needing anyone, and he doesn't really question it, thankfully. He's just eagerly awaiting the day he's asked. Deena has honestly considered leaving the kid home alone before going to Zetta's.
BONUS ROUND: Metta is actually a pretty great babysitter. You wouldn't really expect it, given his disgust for humans and how connected to them Solus is, but he is nothing if not calculating and able to plan for the long game. Babysitting the future Sovereign of Monsters is an opportunity he can't pass up, and he can use that to undo Deena's attempts to imbue sympathy toward humans. He is trying to be a terrible influence. Solus will complain about a kid not sharing their crayons, and he'll be all "Typical humans, always taking what isn't theirs. What if there were no humans? What if you could have all the crayons to yourself?" And Solus, being a child, will be like "Yeah!" and run off to take the crayons. Unfortunately for him, when Solus does use force to take them back, the other kid starts crying and their empathy kicks in, and they're able to talk through the problem and be friends again. Inadvertently and despite his best efforts, he's a very effective conflict resolution manager. He hates it so much.
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thedeathwitchescats · 8 months
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How I imagine the deities i work with
Hades- he is like the dad i never had. A gentle presence to guide me down the path I need to go on.
Persephone- like, the really cool aunt whos a bit older. Like, not the 20 yr old aunt whos fun and gives you wine, but the 4o yr old aunt who tells you to get more desert and gives you a warm hug and a gift you cherish everytime she sees you
Aphrodite- like a mom. She is like a spiritual mother I think. She is gentle and kind but will also kick my ass if I am stupid. She is warm and loving and a presence I am greatful to have
Ares- like that uncle you dont see all that often but he brings you a really cool present and shows up to beat someones ass if your dad "calls the boys." Hes like, cool but also cares sm
Dionysus- the gay cousin I wish I had. He gives such amazing vibes. Like, "Ill make time for you, whats up kiddo" whenever Im sad. But also so silly and chaotic but like, balanced loll
Asmodeus- also kinda like an uncle tbh. Hes like, "ill sit here and listen to you bitch but when your done i will roast your ass for being dumb" but also is just like a firm push in the right direction
Apollo- he is fairly new in my practice so i dont have much to say, but like, he seems very very cool loll
Sirens- also very new, but also very old???? Idk
Asteria- also like a mom somehow??? Idk. She is like a very soft motherly figure who just gently lets me have my space and gives me nice dreams and is there to comfort me when I have nightmares
Lucifer- also fairly new but very nice presence
Lilith- she is both the cool 20 yr old aunt who gives me wine at family events and also the aunt who is gonna kick someones ass if they lay a hand on me. She is very much an integral part of my practice but also isnt super like, demanding I guess. Idk i love her
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what is the “wine grump collective?”
Hoo boy memories.
The wine grump thing is a cheeky name given to those of us in fandom who are not old enough to be Fandom Olds but not young enough to be Baby Fans.
It all started with a uquiz I made that got MASSIVELY more attention than I ever anticipated, wherein I had people answer questions to determine what fandom age group they fell into (based more on Vibes than actual age). The largest group of quiz results by far were Fandom Wine Aunts, which someone requested be changed to Aunts and Uncles, which then evolved into Grumps because it's gender neutral and also a very accurate descriptor of the general mood among us fandom not-quite-olds.
It was a fun time! Until the purity police found it, got mad at the result they were generally getting, and started putting death and rape threats in my notifications and ask box. Sooooo that post went to sleep. But the uquiz still technically exists, I just don't look at it anymore. 🫠
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burnedself · 4 months
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Fourteenth Doctor - Facts and Figures.
-Editor's Note: Honestly this was my initial oc incarnation idea before I fell in love with Cate-as-13, so I am keeping him as the next in line and going even further off-canon. -After what can perhaps be described as the 'European Gap Year' incarnation, 14 represents a somewhat purposeful throwback to a more 'classic' flair. You gotta be able to look back to move forward, you know? -If 12 was the rock grampa, and 13 a wine aunt, then 14 is 'fun dad' (occasional drunk uncle) in terms of vibes. -He is a lot calmer than some of the more ADHD incarnations, but he still retains that mischievous glint in his eye. -A lot more 'suave', kind of a mix between 3 and 8; his console room once again resembles more of a library and you can find him lounging in a TARDIS blue silk robe. -Big on proper two armed hugs. Bring it in, sport. -Continues the musicality of the previous two incarnations, though 14 is more about dancing and singing than playing any instruments. He will make an exception and rip it on the piano though.
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smilesrobotlover · 1 year
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how would /will the outer champions treat link and miphas children also I’m betting Zelda is their godmother 1000%
They’d treat them all well! I’d imagine that the champions would grow to be a close family so Daruk is def uncle Daruk, Urbosa is the wine aunt, Impa and Zelda are the fun aunts, Revali hates being around the kids but they adore him so he can’t get rid of them, overall good vibes
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kittttycakes · 8 months
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Yes that would be such a trip for Hob to meet Johanna. I can just picture his face and double take when he sees her! I’d love to see Grace trying to get as much info out of Johanna as she can too.
You know, now that you mention it, I reckon Rose would actually be great!
She knows a little bit about the Endless but isn’t super close to any of them, is a writer (maybe she and Grace can talk writing and procrastination, and Rose could get little tidbits of info for her book from Grace), and is an all round excellent human. Do you think they would have a big/little sister/cousins kinda vibe? Or just friends?
Also, what about Gault? Do you think she and Grace would get along?
Or Calliope? (Is that too messy as Morpheus ex though?)
I am so excited about your Promptober plans! Super keen for that an cannot wait!
Also, what you reblogged about the Dreamling monsters to lovers trope. So good. And I love that for Hob and Grace and Morpheus so much!
Grace is just so deeply curious about things! Not pictured in the fic is every time she has absolutely grilled Morpheus about the Dreaming and his function and how he creates dreams and the limits of his power and the list just goes on. He mostly answers, as much as he can, and as much as any one human (even an immortal one) is capable of conceptualizing and understanding. She would definitely do the same to Johanna, especially if this is her first introduction to “Oh, by the way, demons? Also very real!”
I think her and Rose definitely do end up having a nice relationship! Grace would technically eventually be her…double great aunt? She’s not that much older than her (a little over 10 years, I would think?), so I think that complicates the more traditional family dynamic that you’d expect, but what about this family is traditional? They talk books and dreams and writing and Grace doesn’t have to be anything but herself. She can say “No, I’m just annoyed with your uncle. No, the other one.” and have it just be…normal, which is huge for her. Even if she can’t talk relationship things with her, just having their relationship be out in the open and not a secret is so nice, and she would absolutely like Rose (and Jed!) as a person.
Grace would love to meet Gault! I think they’d get on as well, which I know I say for everyone, but Grace is a generally pretty affable person, and she especially loves meeting dreams and nightmares. She’s probably dreamt of Gault before, in her function, so getting to meet her outside of that would be interesting! Grace thinks she’s beautiful, especially her wings.
Someday, I think, Grace will meet Calliope. It’s definitely a little awkward, meeting her partner’s ex-wife, but she’d be absolutely in awe of her. Calliope would get it in a way that other people wouldn’t, though, and that can’t be underestimated, even if they probably don’t talk in too much detail about Morpheus, for both of their sakes. They could definitely have a nice talk about art, though! And if Grace walks away from the conversation feeling inspired just from being in her presence, hey, that’s not so bad at all! And maybe later, they happen upon each other again, and are in a situation where they could have a glass of wine or two, and let loose a bit, and have a nice talk as two people who have loved the same person.
I had so much fun with Promptober last year so I’m very much looking forward to doing it again!! Getting to pick out ideas is my favorite part and I already have a few I for sure want to do, which is exciting.
I love monsters to lovers, it hits every single time. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Grace is not exactly the norm. The speed with which she accepts Morpheus in his more nightmarish aspects? Not the move of someone who is just totally average and normal. She’s many other things too: curious and kind and intelligent, but she’s also just a little weird. And she’s found people who appreciate that about her! She definitely has had the “No, you cannot doom that man to an eternity of nightmares just because he disagreed with me during a panel discussion at the conference. Dr. Ward, though…” conversation at least once, maybe twice, three times on the outside. Hob is just not great at boundaries when it comes to Morpheus because he genuinely doesn’t care, he just wants him and loves him and he’ll take that however he can get it, but he definitely does have to enforce some of the basic ones and Morpheus is just pleased as punch to be getting a good grade at being a partner, something that is normal to want and possible to achieve. They can all be a little monstrous together, in the enormity of their want, as a treat!
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arty-achilles · 2 years
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For preparation for Inktober 2022,:
From Left to Right, I will now go over each group and the characters. Send ask if you want to know more:
The Half Way There kids:
Residing in Randveil City, a place where reality occasionally forgotten its own rules. These three normal (???) teens and a vigilante came together to put a dead kid to rest.
Suri (????): The dead kid in question. Was a prince of an unknown kingdom at some point. Got killed by his uncle hundreds of years ago but for some reason could not move on. Although a sweet kid, the hundreds of years of unrest (and being locked in a mirror) had caused him to be a bit manic.
Alyasha (16): Clone of a previous vigilante in Randveil City. Had her life planned out for her from the moment of her birth and she was ready to followed it to a T. Up until she busted a smuggling ring, accidentally release Suri from his mirror prison and him decided to 'haunt' her made her rethink her life plan.
Ngoc 'Pearl' Anh (14): Immigrant kid. Her parents died when she was small when their car stopped working in the middle of a snow storm. Although she was with them she miraculous survived with no damaged. Cheerful and bright, Pearl aims to bring warmth to everyone around her (especially her foster brother Joseph) despite her freezing body tempt. Often drags other into shenanigans.
Joseph Lavender (14): Runaway from his mother when he was 10 (who might or might not be the local crazy necromancer ;3) currently lived with Pearl. He's curious of anything and everything around him although a bit social awkward (he's working on it). Despite being a very powerful magic user (his power came from a deal he made with a being a long time ago), Joseph hesitated to use some...darker aspect of his power.
Kaleb Murphy (14): Relatively normal compare to the rest of the group. No tragic backstory. Did gambled against a strange traveler for something as a kid but he doesn't remember that. Calm and level headed, he tried to see the good in everyone.
Pokemon Trainers:
Amira and Chris Fear (14 and 10): Pokemon Glazed Nuzlock. I lost the notes for the run but the basic gist of it is that the two siblings a currently running away from home so Amira can have a pokemon journey she's always wanted. They had a dead older brother and dad. Their mom is alive but she's rarely home, although she does keep a very close eyes on Chris' studie. Amira is amnesiac, and often have memory problems. While Chris is constantly pressured into constantly learning when all he wanted to do is have fun.
Cam Nguyen (17): Grew up in Lavender, her father own a funeral home (for humans) while her step mother own the local bookshop. Very social awkward because she didn't interact much with other children growing up.
Matt Trix (15): Pokemon Black Nuzlocke. The mysterious trainer that showed up one day. Often mistaken with the local missing kid Hilbert.
Willis Soot (18): Fairy Tale Boy. He's just vibing with his pokemon man. Very chill.
DnD Trio:
I haven't played Dnd for two years now but these three are very dear to me.
Justine Time/ Mikale Geaynde (13): Chaotic Good, Grave domain Cleric. His worship Thanatos which was one of the non approved of the kingdom which caused his family to be eradicated. Feral boy, always up for minor mischief, will stab you. Change his name from Mikale Geaynde to Justine Time.
Rouge Bianca Ignus Ted Cavora Hullmelk Rouge (30): True Neutral, Circle of Moon Druid. Was an abandons Goliath Orphan who got raised by an retired adventurer party (Who named her after all of them). Was an adventurer party herself but nearly all her party got killed in a relief mission (they where only there to heal people when a revived Dragon attack). Now lives in the wood alone, only occasionally visited other surviving party members. Wine aunt.
Elna (20): Good (???), Life Domain Cleric. Worship Leib god of flow, blood and life. Grew up in an isolated church which she wasn't allow to leave due to the priest fear of her getting harm. But now that she's an adult, they are very reluctantly letting her go out more. Physically? 0 strength. Running jokes that if she punch you she'll heal you instead of hurt you.
Fantasy Trio:
The kingdom of Solis is filled with magic and mystical things waiting to be discovered. Too bad these three boys aren't looking for adventure.
Justine Time/ Thyme Freeran (15): Due to sudden passing of law limiting legal worship of gods, Thyme whole churched was hunted down. After barely making out alive from the initial raid, Thyme Changed his name, move to a small village and start building a new life there. Now if his paranoia would just diel back down.
Percy Mersner (14): Son of the town's mages, Percy is in short the village pride and joy as the magical prodigy and an up and coming student at the Kingdom most prestigious school for mages. But for now he's perfectly content with spending time with his mothers, little siblings (and friends even if both of them denied it)
Raxton Castro (16): Bastard son of the current king. Originally being raised to overthrown the current king by a retired knight. But that plan got discovered and with said knight being killed, Raxton is left to figures out what to do with his life and hopefully no get assignated.
Villain Trio (2003 teen titans):
Average students of the HIVE Academy. With their school dismantle and nowhere to go, these three decided to kick started their villain career by robbing a bank....in Jump City....where the Teen Tians are based......
WHY IS THE TEEN TITANS HERE?!!!
Sigil/ Hazt Cover (13): Magic user, cast spell using his card with sigils on it. A man (very insistant that he's not a kid) of many words. Usually goes up against Raven
Felix (17): Luck Manipulation, Jinx hate his guts. His power only works on things that he touch. Will try to stay out of physically fight for as long as possible.
Jingle Bella/ Bina Murrcy (15): Illusions signal by sounds of bells. Also does not like physical fight, prefer dodging and confused people using her illusion.
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tamaradoubraomonibeke · 6 months
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RSA (Typeface Psychology)
I knew I couldn’t get designing because my theoretical knowledge of design is lacking. Thus, I needed a refresher but reading is daunting, this is why I’ve been listening to Tedtalks (the language used in academic books even though English is basically my first language, is very dull. I have no issues adding to new words to my vocabulary but the way the books are written are emotionless, thus, making me loose interest in the subject matter every time).
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I’m tired so enjoy the transcript of the Ted talk. (This is also UX practice for my idea)
Transcriber: Iryna Abramidze Reviewer: Eunice Tan
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We encounter messaging constantly:
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on billboards,
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our phones,
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the labels of products we use every day.
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J. Walker Smith,
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president of marketing firm Yankelovich,
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stated that we are exposed to as many as 5,000 advertisements a day.
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Our minds are constantly being saturated by messaging.
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But to what level is our perception of these brands
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being dictated by the advertising industry?
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Is our preference for one brand over another
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based on its quality,
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our awareness of the brand,
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the way it's presented at the point of purchase?
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When a product's catchy jingle gets stuck in our head,
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we might be more inclined to choose that product over another.
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That's a more obvious advertising tactic.
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But is there a subtler persuasion at play?
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Can designers use typography to manipulate us on a subconscious level?
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Think back.
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How many times have you bought a bottle of wine
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based on its fancy-looking label,
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later to only be basically pouring purple vinegar?
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Me too.
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So first, let's do a quick crash course on typography,
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so we can all become experts.
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Typography is the general term for the style and appearance of text.
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A typeface is a stylized collection of letters and numbers.
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The whole collection is called a family.
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Much like your own family,
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they're similar, but they have their own style.
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See, you have the fun uncle,
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you have the cousin going through his heavy-metal phase,
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you have the aunt that insists you have a second plate.
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Typeface and font are often used interchangeably.
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However, nowadays, a font only refers to the digital file.
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The two most common ways to group typefaces
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are serif and sans serif.
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Serif means the typeface has little feet at the bottom
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whereas sans serif does not.
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But, of course, there are many other subcategories.
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Different type designs convey different emotions.
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For instance,
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something in bold might feel heavy and impactful,
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something in script might feel elegant,
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and something in a geometric sans serif might feel more modern.
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The emotion a typeface evokes
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can be considered a subjective gray area.
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However, I can assure you
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the majority of people would not say Comic Sans gives off a "scholarly" vibe.
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About seven years ago,
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scientists at the European Organization for Nuclear Research
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announced they'd discovered something called the "God Particle."
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Some refer to this
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as one of the most important scientific breakthroughs in decades.
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But they presented their information
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in arguably the most hated typeface on earth.
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That week, trending on Twitter higher than the God Particle
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was Comic Sans.
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One simple design choice
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completely shifted the conversation
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from this incredible scientific breakthrough
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to how ridiculous a typeface designed for Windows 95 children's software is.
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So we've seen that typefaces can distract us from the message.
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But can simply the style of letters sway us to believe what we're reading?
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Errol Morris, who's known for his investigative documentaries,
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was inspired by this
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and conducted an experiment in 2012 just to test this.
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He found inspiration from reading designer Phil Renaud's blog.
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Renaud wrote about how in university
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his grades had drastically improved
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despite not adding any additional effort.
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After a bit of detective work,
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he had realized only one thing had changed:
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his choice of typeface.
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After reviewing 52 essays,
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he realized that essays written in sans serif Trebuchet MS
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had averaged a B-minus,
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whereas those written in serif fonts Georgia and Times New Roman
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averaged A and A-minus.
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Now, Morris was definitely inspired by this,
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but he wanted a more empirical test.
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He wrote a New York Times article featuring excerpts.
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At the end of the article,
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readers were asked two questions:
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"Is the information in the excerpt true?"
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and "How confident are you in your conclusion?"
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The twist was readers were being presented the information
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in a different typeface each time.
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Not surprisingly,
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the excerpts written in Comic Sans were not very well received.
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However,
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two seemingly similar serif typefaces
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had drastically different results.
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Baskerville had the lowest rate of disagreement,
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whereas Georgia had the highest.
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IBM designers Alessio Laiso and Rick Sobiesiak
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wanted to see
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if the superiority of Baskerville held true outside of news articles.
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Participants in their test were given four sites -
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a banking,
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fitness,
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shopping,
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a news site -
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all in four different typefaces.
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They were then asked to rate them
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on a scale of trustworthiness,
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how appealing they were,
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and how easy they were to use.
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Overall, Baskerville held its title as the most trustworthy.
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But if we look closer,
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we see that the fitness site opposed the news site,
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naming Baskerville as the least trustworthy
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and Fira as the most.
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So perhaps typefaces can influence our sense of credibility.
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But can they go further and affect our senses?
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Researchers Vincent P. Magnini and Seontaik Kim
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published research in the International Journal of Hospitality Management
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indicating that italicized menus
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caused potential diners to see a restaurant as more upscale,
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with the capability of delivering top-rate service.
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Is it possible that this design choice
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sets up customers to enjoy this meal
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more than one ordered off of another menu?
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That this design choice will set up a preconceived notion of quality
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before they even taste the food?
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So before I began my talk,
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I gave you a slip of paper.
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This slip of paper had a spray of perfume
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as well as the logo of that perfume printed on it.
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I then asked you to estimate
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what a 50-milliliter bottle of this perfume might cost
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and rate its quality on a scale of 1 to 100
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via a live online poll.
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So these are the results.
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The more cheesy-looking sans serif logo
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had an even spread of votes among the lower brackets of price scales,
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whereas if we look over here,
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the large majority for the script logo
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rested in the 150 to 300 RMB, or 22 dollar to 45 dollar, price points.
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Additionally, we can see a difference in the rate of quality.
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Those that were given the cheesy-looking logo
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had a quality estimate median of 48.9%,
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but those that were given the script
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sat at 57.1% -
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nearly a 10% difference in quality estimation.
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These two fictitious brands have the same name.
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In fact, all strips of paper
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were sprayed with the same 2 dollar, 15 RMB, bottle of perfume.
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The only difference is the typeface of the logo.
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How can we be more cognizant of this persuasive messaging?
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Is there a way that we can see past the implications these typefaces give us
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to judge in a more objective way?
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Before you make your next purchase,
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ask yourself:
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are you buying the product or the packaging?
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Thank you
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I have a certain love of the five main (alive is more accurate tbh) teens of Stranger Things. They are all so weird and fun, so I'm gonna actually list some of my own hc and ideas for them in no particular order as my systems are down again. (Under read more)
-We all know my belief that Jonathan is queer in both gender and sexuality. Nothing specific, he doesn't even know what it exactly is. He just is queer. That boy is not straight and not cis in any way. I do believe he is also somewhere ace spectrum and neutral on having sex.
-Nancy is very hetcomp vibes. I used to think different, but I think she is aro-spectrum (something that doesn't stop her and Jonathan's relationship because he knows he already is unconventional as well and they are best friends before anything else) and pansexual. Very hypersexual as well.
-But I think their relationship would work best as an open one. Jonathan also with Argyle and Nancy also with Robin.
-Argyle is pan and Robin is canon lesbian but I think she is ace spectrum as well (is this me projecting on my faves. No, stop looking at me like that).
-Steve is in a qpr with Robin, also is romantically with Jonathan and maybe Argyle? I've ran into some real good Stargyle fics lately so I'm compelled.
-Steve and Nancy are divorced couple who still get along in a sparky-type of way. Or step-parent and bio parent type of way.
-Steve is not the mom friend, he is the dad friend of the younger kids. Insulting, complaining, "wipe your feet!" Walks outside without a jacket and goes, "Ooh, brisk." Yeah, dad friend vibes. Jonathan is the mom friend. Nancy is the..... Nancy is in charge. She doesn't give off any other specific vibe than that.
-Robin is more a grandfather friend to the younger kids than anything else. I almost wanted to say wine aunt, but then I thought about it more and realized she is the grandfather friend. Argyle is the stoner uncle.
-Both Steve and Robin are also pretty funky with gender, like Jonathan, but more in a trading with each other kind of way. Like the fics I've seen of Steve and Robin just trading middle names. Yes, that happened.
-Once Robin and Jonathan actually start interacting and they get past the initial weirdness of having friends in common but knowing like nothing about each other other than the other sets off their gaydar by a million percent, they get along weirdly well. Both are prone to anxiety but the other one's help methods actually work for each other.
-Robin is also a very clingy person which is helpful because Jonathan needs more touch than he is willing to admit or even realizes to stay grounded. She follows Argyle's example in this and then Steve follows her. Which is helpful because Nancy isn't a touchy person, she just does it for Jonathan's sake.
-Speaking of, Jonathan, Robin, Steve, and Argyle all together is a whole 'nother level of unhinged. There is a reason I use the #feral fiends tag for them. It isn't long after they start hanging out that everyone else starts panicking when they hear these four are off doing something because either something really good is going to happen or something extremely destructive. All bets are off if they are going to successfully resolve the contaminated water crisis in Hawkins or accidentally blow up the abandoned lab.
-The only one who remains unperturbed by their antics is Nancy. Probably because she is the only one who can actually control them.
-Robin cannot follow Argyle's ramblings at all. Her ADHD just causes her to completely lose the plot. Weirdly, she always tunes back in right at the end and somehow can make the leap from what set him off to the end on her own. Steve can follow the ramblings perfectly. It drives everyone else nuts.
-Robin is Adhd (hyperactive focus)/autistic, Jonathan is autistic and has GAD/SAD (general and social anxiety disorder), Steve is dyslexic and adhd (both), Nancy and Argyle both have adhd (inattentive focus). None of them are diagnosed.
-Not counting siblings (for Jonathan and Nancy specifically), each has a different favourite kid among the younger ones. Argyle's is El (just the vibes), Robin's is Erica, Steve's is Dustin (basic, I know but he is), Nancy's is Max (she still favors Dustin too), and Jonathan's is Mike (I know, season four, but I still think he has a soft spot for Mike more than the rest)(also sorry Will and Lucas, this just is the vibes. They do love all the kids and it was close in some cases). In reverse, Robin is nearly all the kids' favorite (I'm telling ya, the grandfather friend vibes). Only exceptions are El and Mike. El's favourite is Argyle back (the vibes again) and Mike's is weirdly Steve. Dunno why, but the vibes. He doesn't act it at all though cause he is a depressed teen but he actually loves all the older teens. Except Argyle. Argyle still weirds Mike out. He hasn't moved past the airport incident.
I have more, but I'll post them later cause I'm running out of steam.
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transcription of slides under the cut:
[SLIDE 1] the vibes ao3’s top 9 mdzs ships give me (a really stupid thing i made on a lazy saturday)
[SLIDE 2] wangxian: the wholesome canon relationship (with a hint of spice)
ok maybe calling the union between a demonic cultivator and a secret sex fiend “wholesome” isnt exactly accurate…but that’s where the “hint of spice” comes in
other than that tho? i remember seeing a meme somewhere about wangxian and sangcheng and wangxian was described as “domestic gays with a house and a white picket fence and two kids” and honestly? yes 
not that they cant be freaky. id say their particular brand of freakiness is vaguely surrealist suburban horror. make of that what you will
[SLIDE 3] xicheng: either its “pair the spares” or just about trauma
their dynamic is 500% “karen/enabling husband” but like in a good way
objectively the best-dressed couple you will ever meet. like seriously why are you even trying? theyve got you beat
jc would own a flower shop and punch you in the face for saying a single bad thing about his flowers. lxc would own a tattoo parlor and hand you a lollipop and tell you how proud he is of you for not crying while he gave you a tattoo
they dont strike me as a “every evening we relax and watch the sunset” type of relationship B U T every other week they go stargazing with a detailed map of the night sky
[SLIDE 4] xiyao: either a) the angst of betraying/being betrayed or b) the angst of killing/being killed
high society gays. they would both unironically wear tuxedos to a mcdonalds. lxc would see it as a fun couples thing and jgy would do it to assert his dominance
i swear they would be among the smiliest of the major couples. only one of them would give you a happy smile
dont mess with them. no like dont mess with any of the couples but so far jgy is the first one who would make your life living hell and keep you around long enough to suffer the consequences
[SLIDE 5] sangcheng: being simultaneously over- and underestimated
i saw a meme about sangcheng and wangxian where sangcheng was described as something along the lines of “wine aunt and vodka uncle” and honestly? yes
they’re both human disasters. nhs would have various splotches of color on his clothes and you cant tell if it was intentional or if theyre actually stains. jc is very neat and organized but will have a mental breakdown at the slightest inconvenience
sometimes they just sit down across from each other and. cry. its how they bond
idk why it popped into my head but they’re both ace Because I Said So
[SLIDE 6] xuexiao: cute domesticity but also murder
i refuse to believe that xy is anything but unhinged in every universe. whether or not thats a good thing is up to you
xy could and would murder you in your sleep and not feel bad about it until xxc told him off. even then he might still decide it was worth it
xxc doesnt exactly know about The Murder Stuff(TM) but he knows some shit is off but he trusts xy enough to not comment on it
they would meet and hook up in a bar and mutually decide that they may as well stay together for the rest of their lives the next morning
[SLIDE 7] xuanli: the token straights (but also? theyre really cute???)
i did not expect them to be as cute as they were but here i am
anyway jyl has jzxuan wrapped around her little finger and shes just too nice to use that to her advantage
if jyl asked jzxuan for some chocolate jzxuan would just buy her the entire hershey company and forget to give her an actual chocolate bar and jyl is too sweet to actually say anything about it
they would definitely have like 20 children. theyd fucking love being parents. the moment having another child became dangerous theyd start adopting left and right. theyre rich they can afford it and their hearts are big enough for all their kids so why would they not?
[SLIDE 8] songxiao: childhood friends to lovers AND perfect power couple
i know they have more nuance than this but i cant help but think of them as The Perfect Couple(TM)
not shipping-wise!! i mean like. theyre both law-abiding citizens. their house looks like a model house. theyre dressed super neat and handsomely. they both know cpr and first aid and one of them is a lawyer and the other is an award winning writer. idk who is who but yk.
they are who people call to deal with problems instead of the police and they delight in that fact. that is what i mean by them being The Perfect Couple(TM)
[SLIDE 9] chengxian: disasters through and through
uhh i am going to be spending the entirety of this slide ignoring the fact that i personally consider them siblings
they would live in a dingy studio apartment in the heart of a city and theyd both never be home
theyre both super fucking rich but theyd never have any money on hand so dont be surprised if they just starve out on the street one day because theyre just that stupid
they collectively have the self esteem of rotting cabbage but theyre keeping themselves and each other alive purely out of spite and sheer force of will
[SLIDES 10] nielan: childhood friends to lovers AND himbo power couple
psst heres a secret: neither of them are actually himbos
H O W E V E R they both 500% pretend they are. they intentionally act as stupid as possible just for the fun of it
the best part is when they stop acting stupid when something important happens. crouching-moron-hidden-badass at its finest
also the older brother energy is overflowing. it does not matter who you are or how old you are. if you meet them then youre going to walk away with two new big brothers
[SLIDES 11] the end (unless i gather the willpower to make a part 2)
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Hey Eve! I had a request for a fic where Remus has these really distant relatives and they're not the nicest people you could say, just maybe a few levels better than Sirius' family. So anyway Sirius and Remus are forced into having dinner with them and it's unpleasant to say the least, they ask awkward questions about Sirius' family and Remus tries to intervene when he can but overall it goes horribly. And after it's finally over, Remus just apologizes profusely and Sirius is a little shaken up but overall fine enough to assure Remus that it happens, everyone has a few shitty family members that they wish they weren't related to. If you'd like, you can skip the dinner altogether and just write about the conversation between S and R afterward? Or if you don't vibe with this idea, feel free to ignore it too :) No pressure! Thank you, have a nice day <3
For everyone dealing with shitty family this Thanksgiving: you are not alone and I love all of you so much. Hope this gives you some catharsis. This was combined with asks for the fine vs. okay talk and Coops angst where one feels guilty/ blames themselves. Big hugs all around, y'all <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove
TW for family fighting, homophobia (mild), infuriating relatives, minor injury (no violence), mentioned past abuse, cutting contact from relatives
The guilt was eating Remus alive, and anger was cauterizing the edges. Forks clinked on fine china plates; he shoved another mouthful of soggy, bland pumpkin pie in his mouth and tried not to scowl too hard.
“So, Remus!” His ground his teeth and forced an interested look as Aunt Carol’s chipper voice broke the tension. “How are you enjoying the NHL so far?”
“It’s great being able to play again,” he answered.
Uncle Chuck snorted. “Be a helluva lot more fun if you scored a goal, eh champ?”
In his periphery, Remus saw his father go rigid and his mother’s knuckles go white on her fork. Beside him, Sirius’ face darkened, and he forced himself to speak before anyone else said anything to ruin the already-awful evening. “Not for lack of trying, that’s for sure.”
“Come on, kiddo, we need something to tell the association!” he chuckled, like it was funny. Aunt Carol hooted with laughter behind her napkin. “Got all that attention and nothing to show for it!”
“It’s a good thing I wasn’t after attention in the first place,” he gritted out. It was a bad night, just as he anticipated when he first got the call from his parents that the annual Black Friday dinner invitation had arrived in the mail. Carol was his mother’s last living relative—there was a sense of obligation in going, though none of them ever truly wanted to. Remus suddenly found himself wishing his great-aunt would start going off on yet another vaccine tangent he could safely tune out rather than…well, everything that had been said so far.
Carol turned a bright smile on Sirius, like a bird of prey zeroing in on a rabbit. “So, Sirius, have you been seeing anyone lately?”
Remus choked on his pie—Sirius nearly coughed up a lung around the mouthful of water he had just tipped back. “Pardon?”
“Are you seeing anyone?” she repeated, innocent as could be.
Remus glanced to his mother, who mirrored his confusion and sense of impending doom. “Yes?” Sirius said after a moment, chancing a look at Remus. “I’m—Remus and I have been together for over a year.”
She waved a hand as if batting a fly with a playful scoff. “Oh, honey, you can drop all that here. Do you have a girlfriend yet?”
Remus stared at her, struck speechless. Of everything he had expected, that certainly wasn’t on the list. “Aunt Carol, we’re engaged.”
“I’m gay,” Sirius said at the same time.
That brought a chortle out of Uncle Chuck as he raised his wine glass again. “Come on, you two, let loose a little! There’s no reporters here! Just family and a nice meal where we can be free of all the theatrics and have a good time. You might have been able to fool the paps, but my wife and I saw right through the whole thing.”
Slow, terrible realization began to settle in Remus’ gut. Sirius blinked at the couple before turning to him with a lost expression. “It’s not an act,” Remus said as clearly as he could manage around the scream of frustration building in his lungs. “We’re really getting married next summer.”
Chuck frowned. “What about that nice girl, Lily Whatserface?”
“She’s my best friend’s wife,” Sirius said, one hand gripping the edge of his seat.
“Damn, I always thought you two would be cute together,” Chuck tsked, sipping his drink. “But really, Remus, you ought to settle down with someone soon and start having—”
“They are settling down, Chuck,” his father interrupted, colder than Remus had ever heard before; he tried not to let his surprise show. “Together. As a family.”
Carol sent his mother a wide-eyed look. “Does he speak to you like that?” she murmured out of the side of her mouth. Remus watched her lips press into a thin line before she silently shook her head, more out of disgust than anything else. He glanced at the clock—barely an hour had passed since their arrival. Usually they made it at least 90 minutes before he felt like throwing up.
“Now—” Chuck paused to clear his throat and take another drink before leaning toward Sirius, who visibly moved back. “What do your parents think about this whole thing, young man? Are they in on it, too?”
Fuck. Remus took a deep breath in and watched the side of Sirius’ jaw tick. “No,” he answered with a great deal more calm than the situation called for. “No, my parents unfortunately don’t approve of my upcoming marriage to your nephew. We’ve cut contact since I was outed.”
Genuine bewilderment crossed Chuck’s angular face. “You didn’t tell them your plan?”
Remus’ fork squeaked on his plate. “It’s not a plan, it’s a—”
“I never intended for them to find out,” Sirius snapped.
“But if you explained your strategy—”
“It’s not a strategy!” Everyone turned to look at Remus and he took a deep breath, setting his fork down with a shaking hand. “Uncle Chuck, Aunt Carol, I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this but the engagement isn’t fake, we’re actually gay, and if you have some pipe dream about me or my fiancé having a straight American life you can shove it up your ass.”
“Remus,” Carol gasped.
Chuck frowned. “Listen here, young man, I’ve been trying to have a conversation with Sirius—”
“You’ve been fucking rude—”
“—because his parents deserve to know the truth—”
“My parents don’t deserve shit—”
“They’re your parents!”
“They’re abusive and homophobic.”
“This whole thing has gone on far too—”
“Carol, if you say one more word—”
“That’s enough out of you, Hope, I’m trying to make sure your son doesn’t throw away his future—”
“It’s my future and my husband and you have no right to—"
“I don’t know where you two went wrong as parents but—”
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Eerie quiet filled the two-story house. Hope glared at the pineapple wallpaper Carol had happily informed her had come straight from their Florida condo as she scrubbed at the burnt remains of the forgotten sweet potatoes. She heard a hiss of pain down the hall and a low murmur—she wanted to be upset with Remus for overreacting, but slamming his glass down hard enough that it shattered was an entirely justifiable reaction after the shitshow that came from her uncle’s mouth.
Carol primly cleared her throat as she took a casserole dish from the drying rack and began dabbing it with an embroidered kitchen towel. “I hope Remus is alright,” she said after a few seconds of silence. Hope hummed in agreement. “You know how Chuck is, love. Sometimes he doesn’t know when to stop.”
Hope focused her attention on a stubborn grease stain, blood thundering in her ears. There had been many Black Friday dinners where she wanted to crawl into a hole or burn the house down, but none quite as explosively bad as that one. They hadn’t even made it through dessert.
“If Remus needed money, he could have just asked.”
Something distressed laced Carol’s voice; Hope finally looked up, baffled. “What?”
“This whole…” Carol trailed off with a sympathetic smile and a wave of her hand. “Thing could have been avoided if he just said he needed a hand. I know Chuck and I struggled with money at his age, but this whole fiasco is so much more complicated than it had to be. We would have happily helped him out instead of letting him make a fool of himself like this.”
For a moment, Hope wondered if her aunt was speaking a foreign language. “I’m sorry?”
Carol blinked at her. “I mean, being with Sirius Black must be a nice lifestyle, but was this whole thing worth it to keep living in some fancy city?”
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There was a knock on the doorframe. Sirius glanced up from the framed photo of a younger Chuck and Carol and felt his mood dim, but moved aside all the same.
“Thank you, Sirius,” Chuck said, smiling regretfully as he settled down next to him on the couch with two bottles. “Want a beer?”
“I’m good.”
He set one aside and cracked the other open. “I’m sorry for raising my voice earlier.”
Sirius waited for him to continue; when it became clear he wouldn’t, he closed his eyes and stifled a sigh. “Thanks.”
“It’s just that the Lupins, they’re family, you know? Between you and me, I’ve never been a big fan of Lyall—” I think everyone on the Eastern seaboard knows that, actually, Sirius thought. “—but Hope’s my only niece, and Remus is…Remus, so I was just trying to look out for them. I want them to be happy, you know?”
A latent tongue of fury spiked up Sirius’ spine. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, I want Remus to live a good life, and I want Hope to have the joy of a few grandbabies running around—”
“What do you mean, Remus is Remus?” His pulse picked up as he looked to Chuck, who shifted uncomfortably. The mood in the room tilted on its axis; Sirius felt a familiar tang in the back of his throat, like he did before a fight on the ice.
Finally, Chuck pinched the bridge of his nose with a slow exhale. “He’s just sensitive, always has been. I could never figure him out. He was a sweet kid, clumsy, but he didn’t get into scraps with other boys or roughhouse with his cousins. Kid never took a hit in pickup games. And then this whole thing happened and I’m just worried he’ll pull you into it.”
Sirius’ jaw was starting to hurt from clenching it so tight. “Go on.”
Chuck reached out and put a friendly hand on his shoulder, giving him a light pat. “If he starts to get all clingy and needy, don’t feel bad about doing what’s best for you, Sirius. We’ll be there for him to make sure he can pick himself up and move forward.”
A lot of things ran through Sirius’ head in that moment. Curse words, mostly, mixed with questions and possibly a phone call to the higher power that forgot to put braincells in this man. None of those were what came out of his mouth. “Why is it so hard for you to believe I love him?”
Chuck’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, then settled into confusion. “Because you’re you, and he’s him.”
“D’accord, I want you to listen to me very carefully,” Sirius said, mustering all his therapy techniques for a calm mind. “I am gay. Remus is the love of my life and has been for over a year. We are getting married because we honestly love each other, and you are not invited. Do not ever—ever—insult my fiancé to my face again.”
Something shattered in the other room before Chuck had a chance to respond; they both stood as Hope stormed out of the kitchen, snatching her coat off the hook with so much anger flowing off her Sirius could practically feel it burning his skin. “What happened?” he asked, helping her gather their winter layers from the hall closet.
Carol hurried from the kitchen half a second later. “Hope—”
“No!” Hope snapped, whirling to face her. “Absolutely not! I have put up with your bigotry since I was six years old and I am done putting my family through it from some misplaced sense of duty! Carol, I have given you so many chances, but as of tonight you can rest assured I will never contact you or your husband ever again. Lyall?”
Lyall half-jogged down from the hall bathroom with Remus hot on his heels, bypassing Carol without so much as a glance her way. Sirius didn’t know what to do, so he wrapped his scarf around his neck and prayed for a quick exit.
“You ruined everything tonight,” Hope continued, her eyes shining with tears. Chuck and Carol stood side-by-side in utter shock as she smudged the first one off her cheek. “Everything. I thought that maybe you would put aside our differences to celebrate my son’s good news because for all your faults you’ve never been outwardly homophobic, but you have been nothing but disrespectful to him and his fiancé and my husband and me, and I am tired of it. I’m sorry you can’t look past your blinders and I’m sorry it had to end like this. We’re leaving. Goodbye.”
Sirius pulled the door open for her, then followed Remus out with a light touch to his lower back. It was a cold night. His bones were colder. The whiplash change between wanting to throttle Chuck and then watching as Hope flew off the handle left him floundering for some idea of what to feel. It was too much all at once.
Lyall was holding Hope on the front lawn as she sobbed into the front of his jacket. A warm hand, the one not covered in bandages, slipped into his own. “Dad?” Remus said quietly.
“Go on, bud.” Lyall tilted his head toward their car. “We’ll meet you at the house.”
“You’re sure?”
A single nod was all the answer they needed. Sirius gave his hand a squeeze and they walked to the car together; he didn’t even flinch at the cold interior as they shut the doors. Silence fell in a heavy blanket.
Remus leaned his forehead on the dashboard and let out a long breath. “I am so sorry.”
“Holy shit,” was all Sirius could think to say.
“This is all my fault.” Remus shook his head, shoulders slumping. “Jesus, this is all my fault, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of that.”
“It’s not your—”
“They’ve always been a nightmare,” he said miserably. “Every year. Mom doesn’t have anyone else and they don’t have anyone come over for Thanksgiving because they are such shitty people and I know I told you they’re awful but—but fuck, Sirius, the things they said to you.”
There had been a point, just before Remus’ glass broke and blood stained Carol’s lacey tablecloth, where all six of them were shouting at each other; nobody was saying anything, but that didn’t matter. Sirius’ blood had boiled as he watched the love of his life get berated by the people that were supposed to be family. He regretted not taking seriously the earlier warnings about Chuck and Carol’s less-than-stellar views and the sour grimace on Remus’ face when they drove up.
It wasn’t right. He was the one with the bad family, and Remus was never supposed to go through that horror show.
Remus straightened up in the passenger seat and turned with a guilty look. “I shouldn’t have brought you with me. We should have stayed home and had a nice time and I—I’m sorry. I don’t even know what to say to you right now. I’m sorry. I fucked up so bad and I hope you can forgive me for putting you in that situation.”
“You’re forgiven.” It was the easiest thing Sirius had ever said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“I didn’t ask if you were fine, I asked if you were okay.”
Something in his face cracked; he reached out and Sirius pulled him in for a hug without hesitation, soothing the tremors under his palms with gentle circles. “I hate hearing people say bad things about you,” Remus said hoarsely, pressing a hard kiss to his cheek. “I love you too much for that. I had no idea how awful it would feel to hear it coming from my family.”
“I love you, too.”
Remus sat back again, cupping Sirius’ face in his palms until they made eye contact. “I love you,” he repeated, fierce and unyielding. “I love you and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Not for your money, not for your looks, not for attention. You. I would wait a hundred years if it meant I still got to love you, so don’t ever listen to anyone who tells you I wouldn’t.”
Sirius reached up and swiped away the tears on his cheeks with his thumbs, then drew him in for another hug and closed his eyes. The knot of hurt and indignance and shock was beginning to unravel. He loved his fiancé and he loved his in-laws and that was all that mattered, now.
“They’re not your family if you don’t want them to be,” he said. It had taken him a long time to learn that fact, and yet it remained the most important one in his life. “Don’t feel guilty for their choices, Re. I’m not angry with you. I’m just sorry you had to do that.”
Sirius could count on one hand the number of words they said to each other on the drive home; he didn’t let go of Remus’ hand the whole time. Hope and Lyall were still out when they arrived and Jules would be with a friend until the next morning, so they entered the house and shed their layers in relative quiet, then headed to the bathroom and stripped out of their nice clothes. The hot water blasted the last of the intense emotions from Sirius, leaving him tired and drained—he carefully redressed the cuts on Remus’ hand and sealed each Band-Aid with a kiss.
They didn’t bother with anything but pajama pants despite the snow outside, curling up as tight as they could under the thick comforter and soft flannel sheets. Wordlessly, Remus turned them so he could be the big spoon, and Sirius fell asleep to the steady beat of his heart on the back of his shoulder. The night was almost over. The morning would be kinder.
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Listen, there are some really iconic duos and groupings in BBC Ghosts, but there are just so many dynamics I'd love to see more of, starting with the “youngest” ghosts. I mean, of course, we have Fanny and the Captain's wonderful sibling relationship and Cap and Pat practically acting as the group's parents, but there are some fun combos just between these four!
Like, maybe more of Pat and Julian being paired together? I just get strong sibling vibes from these two, with Pat acting as the exasperated older brother and Julian being your typical annoying younger sibling, and I guess that stems from them being the closest in age/era, but they just have so many funny moments of banter that I adore. Plus, I think their height difference adds an extra layer of visual comedy, but that might just be me. Fanny and Pat too! I think these two have more similarities than you would think at first glance, aside from the whole failed marriages thing; honestly, I bet they have the most riveting Button House drama/gossip sessions!
And if you ship patcap, you get the fun dynamic of Julian and Fanny essentially being in-laws; could you imagine the craziness just from those two interacting more in that context? I mean, you'd have a super uptight Edwardian lady and a sleazy 90's Tory trying to be at least civil with each other because their respective sibling figures are in a romantic relationship, but they just keep failing so spectacularly.
Cap and Julian are already good friends and have been partners in crime at times, but could you imagine how Pat and Fanny's dynamic would change? I'd love to see Fanny being extremely protective over the Captain, only to notice how happy he and Pat are together, which leaves her quickly deciding that Pat is more than good enough for her surrogate brother figure and earns him a whole new level of her respect and admiration. Fanny acting even more like your typical uptight but loving wine aunt to Pat and the Captain's surrogate daughters Kitty and Alison? Asshole but fun uncle Julian? I would kill to see that!
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Who? (Forlorn Tale of Dionysus Part 2)
Part 1
Warnings: Swearing
Word count: 2,843
(A/N): I’m not exactly sure if this will continue any further, this was just a fun little thing I had in my drafts for a while after some interesting convos in my discord server (which you totally should join, it’s a vibe). This is lowkey word vomit, but eh. This is all strictly platonic btw
“Michael, are you sure you saw a house out here? I really don’t think-” You were interrupted by your much shorter friend yanking on your sleeve to get your attention. You looked down at him in question and watched as he raised his hands.
‘I am sure I saw that house, (y/n)! It is here somewhere.’ 
You fiddled with the sleeves of your thick coat with unease, “alright, but if we don’t find it soon I wanna head back. Uncle Boo and Uncle Tubbo are probably going to start to worry.”
Michael huffed at the mention of his parents. You knew how overbearing they were, causing your friend to crave new experiences and adventures. You’d known him for a couple of years now and he was rebelling more with each passing day. You could relate slightly, Philza and Technoblade had hardly let you out of the house without another person to accompany you. You never really understood why, you were almost thirteen now so you should be able to explore what you want. 
An excited squeal left your friend’s mouth before he started to pull you towards something in the distance, startling you out of your trance. You matched his pace with ease and felt nervous excitement tingle in your chest. 
As you got closer, you could make out small details of the cabin. It was a simple small cabin built out of spruce planks with glass windows and a brick chimney, but you liked it. It strangely felt homey. 
You pulled Michael into a nearby shrub underneath a window and peered in. The interior was also as simplistic as the outside was, looking untouched and tidy as if nobody was living there. You could see that the ceilings were taller than average, perhaps a hybrid of some sort lived here? 
Michael tapped your shoulder, ‘it doesn’t look like anybody’s home right now. Let’s go in.’ 
You opened your mouth to object before the sight of his set jaw and his eyes dead set on something inside made you close it. You learned from experience that when he was this determined, there was no stopping him. You sighed, “fine, but the second we get caught, it was your idea.” 
You both made your way to the front door. Without a second thought, Michael twisted the doorknob and swung the door open. A startled snort left his throat as he stumbled inside, making you put a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter. He jabbed the side of your lower torso, ‘shut up, I thought it was going to be locked.’
He pulled you inside and you both explored the living room. Bookshelves and portraits lined the walls, a single large couch sat off to the side, and the fireplace mantle was lined with a few small golden hooks. Michael made a beeline towards it, admiring the metal. It seems that’s what he saw that made him so determined to get inside. You hoped that he wouldn’t steal them and explored the area further. 
The portraits on the walls were a slight shock to you, they all included some people that you could recognize; in one you could make out a picture of younger versions of Ranboo, Philza, Technoblade, and Niki. Technoblade and Philza were sparring with shining golden swords while Ranboo and Niki sat in the grass on a hill watching with interest. Maybe this was just one of their old cabins? 
You saw people that you didn’t recognize as well. Namely a cat hybrid with striking sapphire blue eyes, a man seemingly human (you say seemingly because your eyes caught sight of pointed ears) wearing a white bandana keeping his jet black hair out of his face, a tall man with green freckles and a creeper mask, an anthropomorphic diamond block with beady black eyes and a wide smile, and a man that looked strangely like Ghostbur except he was wearing a uniform of some sort. However, a demon quickly caught your eye and made your heart leap for joy. There was someone out there that was like you! 
The man looked kind, always wearing a cheery smile and occasionally waving at the camera. He was tall and lanky, always towering over the others by a considerable amount. That made sense, Philza had told you that demons were naturally very tall when you asked him why you were growing faster than Michael when the zombie piglin was two years older than you were. Large wings and horns akin to yours sprouted from his back and head respectively. If he wasn’t constantly smiling, you would’ve thought that he was malevolent. 
You heard the rapid footsteps of Michael’s boots behind you as you turned around. You bounced on the balls of your feet excitedly, “Michael look, another demon! Do you think he lives here?”
You watched as he shrugged and pulled you towards the kitchen. ‘I don’t know, but look! There’s another demon that looks exactly like you!’ 
On the kitchen table surrounded by various trinkets (bottles of wine, gold bricks, stale bread, and the decomposed remains of flower crowns and bouquets being the majority of the items) laid a framed picture of said demon lazily smiling and looking off to the side. Michael was right, they looked exactly like you except at least a decade older. Everything matched your physical features to a tee; from the red accents on their black wings to the way they smiled, it was like they were your clone. The only thing of yours that they were missing was the three circular birthmarks on your forehead. It was eerily uncanny. 
Your eyes widened before you snatched the picture off from the table, studying them further. If you squinted, you could see that there was someone barely in frame. You flipped the frame around and took out the picture, unfolding it. In the picture was your adopted father and adopted uncles and aunt. What was going on? If they knew the demon, why didn’t they ever tell you about them? 
‘Woah, that was smart. Do you think you might be related to them or something?’ He tilted his head before he perked up, ‘could they be one of your biological parents?’ 
“Maybe, but if they were, why didn’t my dad tell me about them? I… have a right to know about them, right?”
He nodded firmly, ‘you definitely do. It’s kind of fucked up they haven’t told you anything about them.’ 
“Yeah, it is. Do you think something bad happened to them?... Oh shit, is this a memorial?” You hurriedly refolded the picture and put it back into its frame. 
Michael’s eyes widened and flickered around the table at the trinkets before he fished out two gold bars from his pocket and placed them onto the table. You crossed your arms, “what the fuck man?” 
‘I thought they wouldn’t miss a few pieces of gold! You would’ve done the same thing if you were a piglin,’ he defended himself before he paused and shuddered, ‘we’re in a dead person’s house, that’s creepy… What if their ghost is right behind us?’ 
You spun around and put yourself slightly in front of Michael, your heart beating in your throat. Nothing was there. Michael snorted, making you slap his arm, “not cool, man.” 
You were about to stomp off until a piece of paper caught your eye. It was a drawing of this person done in messy purple crayon, probably done by a very young child. It was signed by a Michael. 
You turned to the wheezing zombie piglin and patiently waited for him to stop laughing. When he did, you showed him the picture, “did you draw this? Did you know them?”
He scrunched up his brow in concentration, squinting at the paper. Eventually he shook his head slowly, ‘I don’t think so. At least I don’t remember drawing it… This is getting weird.’ 
You nodded in agreement, putting the drawing back onto the counter. You walked towards the stairs and climbed them. They creaked under your foot loudly, a part of you was scared that you would fall through them. It was clear they haven’t been used in some time. 
They led to a small loft, the ceiling coming to a point far overhead. A part of you was glad that this stranger (relative? Parent?) was a demon, it wasn’t often that you found lofts that fit all six and a half feet of you. 
Like the rest of the house, it was very simplistic. A gigantic bed laid in the center of the furthest wall, made neatly with multiple fluffy blankets, part you was tempted to catapult yourself onto it. On the nightstand next to it sat a redstone lamp and a frosted glass of water, cracks spider webbing up the sides presumably from the cold. 
You opened the lone drawer and discovered a book. Upon further inspection, you discovered that it was a journal with the name (y/n) written inside the cover. So this person had your name as well as your looks? This merely raised more questions than answers, so you slid the book into a pocket in your coat to read later. Under the book laid another picture of them posing with the strange group of people from the portraits downstairs. The de- (y/n) looked younger there. On the back, the word family was written and it was dated to be about twenty years old. You also pocketed the picture.
Michael walked over to the window and looked out at the vast tundra only to squeal in alarm. He ran over to you and pulled you downstairs. You looked out the window only to yelp when you saw a few crows standing on the window sill staring at you with their beady eyes. 
You and Michael ran out of the house as fast as the both of you could, the snow being slightly tough to run through for the five and a half foot tall zombie piglin. You could hear the crows following you overhead. After a while of running, you both finally got back to Snowchester and raced past Ranboo and Tubbo. You hid in Michael’s room with the curtains tightly drawn. 
You sat on his bed with your legs crossed and your back pressed up against the headboard. You let your head bang against the wall and you ran your hand down your face. “We’re fucked, dude. We’re literally so fucked.”
‘Uncle Phil’s still out of town so it’ll probably be a few days until they find out.’ Michael plopped next to you, panting and trying to regain his breath. “Still, we’re gonna be in so 
much trouble for going that far out. I didn’t think my dad’s crows were still here.”
‘Might as well read the journal you found before we get grounded.’
You nodded and took out the journal, flipping it open to the first page. You both read the journal until it was dark outside and Michael was passed out on your shoulder. Subconsciously, you wrapped your wing around him as you read the journal. 
The other (y/n) acted like you did for the most part, the only differences between you two was the lack of swearing and the fact that they felt alone even when they were surrounded by people. Your family’s names were dropped several times, especially when they were talking about ‘The Syndicate’. The code names they used were after various Greek myths, leading you to believe that Technoblade was one of the founders of the anarchist group. 
You had learned that their family (potentially your family?) was strangely possessed by an egg and that they were previously possessed by said egg. They had a brother named Sapnap (your potential uncle?) that helped them escape to the tundra. It was there that they found the Syndicate, reminding you of the found family tropes you would read in books. The last journal entry detailed their last mission, how they were going to destroy the Eggpire from within and get their family back. That entry in particular gave you chills, even someone with half a brain could tell what happened to them after that. 
By the time you had closed the book, it was dawn and the sun was peeking out from behind the closed curtains. You shook Michael awake and stretched out your aching body. Your neck muscles protested movement, sending a wave of pain across the area. 
‘Damn, did you stay up all night reading that?’ 
“Of course I did, why wouldn’t I? I needed to find out about my biological parent somehow. I just- nothing makes sense, Michael.” You growled out, your voice deepening and distorting slightly as your frustration rose. 
‘Chill! You’ll figure it out soon, let’s just focus on staying under the radar.’ 
“Too late for that.” 
You both jumped and fell off the bed as you heard Philza’s voice. In the doorway, Philza stood with Ranboo, Tubbo, and Technoblade by his side, all looking equally angry and disappointed. Next to you, Michael shrunk in on himself and smiled sheepishly. He was about to raise his hands to sign, but a pointed look from Tubbo next to him told him that there was no getting out of this one. 
Behind the anger, you could tell that something changed about the way the four were looking at you. You couldn’t tell what emotion they were hiding, whether it be wariness, longing, sadness, or just more unleashed anger, but you could tell that they knew something you didn’t. If the frustration that overcame you when you were reading the journal at the lack of questions answered burned inside of you, then what you felt now was a blazing inferno. 
“We’re going home, grab your stuff (y/n).” 
After a short staredown with the older man, you huffed in anger and gathered your things into your bag. The entire time, tense silence filled the room. Your hands were shaking with the rage you felt searing every inch of you. You could hear the sharp flicking of your pointed tail cutting through the air and occasionally hitting objects near you. 
When you were done you stomped over to your adopted family and shouldered between Philza and Technoblade, speed walking down the hallway. They quickly caught up with you after saying a quick apology and a goodbye, Technoblade grabbing your arm and holding it in a vice grip. 
They led you out of the mansion and into the harsh winds of the tundra. It wasn’t until Snowchester was far off in the distance that Technoblade shook your arm, “what the hell were you thinking, going into someone else’s house like that! You don’t know who lived there, you could’ve gotten yourself and Michael killed!” 
“You really thought I wouldn’t find out, didn’t you?” You ripped your arm out of his hold and spoke in a low voice, struggling to contain your full rage. “I have a goddamned right to know about them.” 
“...I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Philza muttered out and resumed walking back towards your house. “You’re grounded when we get back, no flying or dueling lessons for two weeks.” 
“Of course you know what I’m talking about, Dad! Why are you hiding them from me? I have a right to know about my biological parent even if they’re dead!” 
They both halted in their tracks and glanced at each other in slight confusion. “What-”
“You know damn well who I’m talking about. Gods, I can’t believe you thought I’d never find out,” you laughed sardonically as your hand subconsciously gripped your growing horn. “(Y/n)! You know, the demon that lived in that house? The one that looks exactly like me?! Does that ring a bell or do I have to show you this?” 
You rummaged in your pocket and ripped out the picture, shoving it into Philza’s hands. Technoblade looked over his shoulder at what you gave him. You watched as their expressions turned blank when they saw the demon in the picture. 
Minutes passed with them continuing to stare down at the picture and you were slowly getting impatient. “Why did you never tell me about them? Why are you keeping me from them?!” 
Without looking up at you, Philza mumbled, “you weren’t supposed to find out about them. You were never supposed to find out.” 
“Do you have any idea how ambiguous that is? Just tell me who they are!” You could feel your eye twitch as your frustration grew. 
You could see the internal conflict on Philza’s face growing by the second before he dipped his head downwards and stalked off in the opposite direction of the house. You spread your wings to chase him in the air, but Technoblade’s hand on your upper arm stopped you from lifting off. 
When you looked up at him, the look of regret and sorrow etched into his features caught you by surprise. “Let him go, he needs to do some thinking… (y/n), do you know what reincarnation is?”
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