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sockendrache · 8 months

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Headcanon: Obito gets violently sick whenever he has a crush bc he's an Uchiha and feels everything way more intense

So. Uchiha feel emotions way more intense than non-Uchiha, yes?

Imagine Obito, who doesn't really have any friends but is desperate to be included, hearing the other kids talk about their little puppy-crushes. About feeling butterflies in your stomach and getting dizzy and nervous, all that jazz.

Then, enter Rin. Who's the first person to go out of her way to hang out with Obito and befriends him and gets to know him. And him, being so deprived of social interactions with kids his age, immediately latches onto her and they become besties-

And then he notices that his heart starts pounding and he gets butterflies whenever he's around Rin, and he just thinks to himself "Is this??? A Crush????" Since, y'know. He's got absolutely no reference to go off of and know the difference between friends and crushes.

What I'm saying is: Obito has no idea what having a friend feels like and is operating purely on what he heard other kids describe crushes to be like.

Years later he's slowly making friends with the other kids at the academy and has more experience on what having friends feels like, and he's cONFUSED as hell, because why the fuck does he get butterflies when he's hanging out with Asuma and Kurenai or sparring with Guy??!!

So he asks his Grandma what that's all about, and she just goes

"Well, you're an Uchiha, and we Uchiha are known to experience emotions about 10x more intense than others. What feels like a 'crush' to other kids is just what 'friendship' feels like to an Uchiha. I assure you, you'll know the difference when you truly develop feelings :)"

And Obito just thinks she's trying to comfort him because "No way that's true, how can my feelings get any stronger than this?!"

...flash forward to him, Rin and Kakashi being placed on Team Minato, and Obito realizing that Grandma was right when the sound of Kakashi's voice is enough to make him violently throw up

Turns out that those feelings could get stronger. A LOT stronger.

His friendship with Rin gives him comforting butterflies and a warm fuzzy feel up his spine that makes him smile for days.

Meanwhile, his rivalry (ITS NOT LOVE, IT'S NOT LOVE!!) with Kakashi makes him physically ill. Obito doesn't just feel warm and fuzzy when chatting (arguing) with Kakashi, he actually gets a fucking fever. Obito doesn't get comforting butterflies when he's around Kakashi, he gets violently sick to the point where he throws up whenever Kakashi so much as breathes in his direction.

And the worst part is: everyone knows what's wrong ("wrong") with Obito, literally everyone.

Everyone, EXCEPT FOR KAKASHI

One moment Obito is chatting with Asuma and Genma, he's completely fine and feels great! ....then Kakashi comes up to them (making sure he gets to the training grounds on time, lol). He doesn't even get a single word in before Obito goes pale, then,

"Obito-"

Hearing Kakashi say his name is enough to make him throw up into the nearest trashcan

Genma volunteers to help Obito get cleaned up, if only to escape the scene

Kakashi, watching them trott off: Tsk. Why doesn't he just go to the doctor already?

Asuma: ...

Asuma: Uhm. How long has he been... sick?

Kakashi: It's been like this for weeks. I honestly don't get why Minato Sensei has me go out of my way to fetch Obito every day when he's clearly too ill to be of any use during training.

Asuma: ...yea that's odd

Asuma, internally: kakashi how dense are you

#naruto #naruto headcanons #kakaobi #kkob #kakashi x obito #obito uchiha #rin nohara #kakashi hatake #obito headcanons #uchiha love to suffer and that extends to their love life too /jk #obito cant catch a break #other kids get butterflies when they have crushes #he gets to experience whats it like to have your appendix burst #for multiple hours #and Kakashi has the audacity to scold him like hes not at fault #team minato #obitos grandma watching him suffer: ah yes young love #tldr obito is so in love with kakashi its disgusting for everyone involved #either kakashi pretends to be oblivious or hes really just that dense

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iridescentmirrorsgenshin · 2 months

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masterpost pt 3 of alhaitham being endeared by kaveh can this man get a hobby or something

- kaveh’s hangout

alhaitham in this for one scene is determined to spend every frame smiling, i can sense the shift in pixels

canon laughter, he thought he was cute fr! Also the blatant scheme to distract kaveh by sending him to books he has previously annotated, so he can chase up the aborted mention of kaveh being down and his reluctance to discuss it in front of alhaitham, and then for kaveh to return having found a compliment for his annotations which ensures that his heart meter goes up, which alhaitham comments on,,,, the choices here are immaculate and powerful

Alhaitham ‘evading’ the direct question only for kaveh to reinforce the fact that he has ascertained the truth and therefore asserting that he’s more of an interesting conversation topic than alhaitham’s work, and alhaitham not denying this because he’s deterred his original aim of being in the house of daena solely to talk with kaveh and talk ABOUT kaveh,,, and then not accompanying the traveller and kaveh to port ormos because he wants to finish his work before going home, meaning that it was nearing the end of his shift but he still dedicated time to kaveh regardless

there is nothing to be analysed here, he tells kaveh to talk about his projects and stays to listen and then teases him, revealing that he has been privy to many of these talks before and has listened to each one so that he knows kaveh’s favourite projects and with this, the details behind them, we get it, you know him inside out, no one’s trying to take him from you

He has to mention the fact he knows kaveh and that they share a private past outside of the player’s knowledge with every line guys or these thoughts will grind his brain into pepper

He finally managed a compliment that couldn’t be misconstrued as derisive - that is the impressive achievement here

it makes me sick this whole scene is used to raise kaveh’s happiness meter and that alhaitham is present during all of it to ensure that 1) the heart raises by one, and 2) it remains raised by one. This scene just shows how much alhaitham cares about and KNOWS kaveh, and the fact it all takes place in the house of daena where they first met and became friends,,,, yeah that’s Their spot, we can see how far you’ve grown and how much you understand each other inside out to each other’s betterment or detriment, and this shows how alhaitham desires for kaveh’s betterment

#kaveh’s hangout….. now i have so many thoughts #is it true that kaveh’s routes which involve alhaitham lead to a full heart meter?#because i wouldnt be surprised if this was true #anyways alhaitham was not kidding when he says in his character stories that he and kaveh know each other inside out #in the og chinese anyway #we were robbed in the eng #also how did alhaitham hear kaveh talking at a normal volume and claim that kavehs voice got through his headphones #there is a metaphor right there and it is of the insane kind #alhaitham #kaveh #haikaveh #kavetham

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thatrandomblogsays · 4 months

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Lmao Zeus & Hades are such bad dads that they think Percy would rob a god for his deadbeat dad who owes Sally 12 years of back pay for child support…

These literal God-Kings sat down and were like hmmm Poisedon hasn’t talked to this child in years to avoid people knowing he ejaculated when he should’ve of evacuated… & has a shitty abusive stepdad now… that child would absolutely Mission Impossible Olympus for him! Let’s kill him :)

Hey dumbasses, my own deadbeat parent can barely get me to text them back, I ain’t stealing shit for them. As a member of Team Deadbeat Parent, that request would’ve caused 12 year old me to cuss out an adult for the first time

#they literally tried to mug a child based on this assumption #the fact your thunderbolt was stealable sounds like a you issue buddy #I’d be too embarrassed to admit to that #hades sent a MINOTAUR after him!!!#what the hell man???#you’re LUCKY no one died!!!#pretty sure even kids who wanted their parents involved in their life would’ve told him to go fuck off #me? i didn’t care #so I wouldn’t probably yelled at them #you don’t even send me a card and you want me to commit a felony for you?#go to hell poisedon #the entire book series I wanted Percy to serve him with child support papers #EVEN AFTER he’s claimed he STILL doesn’t pay child support!!!#sally has to get the money from her murdered husband #low key was rooting for Kronos and the gods to destroy each other #deadbeat dad #mine #pjo #pjo series #hades #Zeus #posideon #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #Percy jackson

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tennessoui · 3 months

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Number 19 for the prompt thing. The parents meeting because of their kids. I’m kinda imagining Korkie being like a tutor/school reading buddy for the twins or something but you can just ignore that if it doesn’t match your thoughts on it.

hello!! i thought back as much as i could, and i don't think i actually did this prompt the first time around a couple of years ago, so there's nothing to link to save for the prompt list!

i stuck with korkie as obi-wan's kid and the twins as anakin's, but made the kids the same age and then took...a few more liberties with the prompt haha

(19. parents meeting while taking their kids to class) (sort of)

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“Leia, baby, why do you always decide to get into fights at school when it’s my week with you?” Anakin asks the steering wheel as he buckles himself in and turns over the engine. “They’re going to start thinking I’m raising a truant. Then they’re going to start asking about your home life, then they’re going to bring in experts to ask me more questions, then Padmé’s parents are going to throw their considerable legal weight around and get my partial custody revoked and then where will we be? Is that what you want? To only see me on your birthday and Christmas?”

Anakin pauses and reconsiders. Knowing his daughter, she may very well only want to see him for birthdays and Christmases. It would mean double the presents.

Thankfully the silence of the car doesn’t offer much in the way of constructive critique.

At a red light, he puts his head down on the steering wheel for a long enough moment that the car behind him honks when the light changes to green.

“They’re going to stop letting me leave work to come get you,” Anakin mutters a few minutes later as he turns the car into the school’s parking lot. “I have a partner meeting in thirty minutes that I really can’t miss, baby. Can’t you at least schedule your schoolyard fights around my calendar?”

It’s all rather pointless, but it feels good to grumble and bitch in the time it takes him to leave his office and arrive at the school, before he has to put on his adult face and demeanor to sit through another round of We’re Worried Your Five Year Old Is Too Violent As She Seems To View The Monkey Bars As Sacrificial Zones.

“Maybe she’d like hockey,” he says under his breath as he grabs his jacket from the other seat and swings it over his suit. It’s fucking freezing already, not even December. It’s indecent, that’s what it is. Surely a place as cold as this has a peewee hockey team in need of another angry little girl.

“Thank you,” he says when a woman holds the door open for him on her way out the building.

He’s stil sort of freaked out that the elementary school his children are going to is fancy enough to have an entrance hallway with a chandelier hanging from the ceilingk, but it’s not him that’s paying for their private school education that doesn’t offer discounts for all the collective hours they’ll spend napping on the floors.

To the immediate left of the door is the receptionist’s desk—behind her, the nurse’s room. He’s quite familiar with both. Mrs. Whitsdale even waves when she sees him, which means, unfortunately, she’s just made the shortlist of people Anakin needs to make Christmas cookies for. She joins the ranks of everyone else that’s been made to deal with his son and daughter in the tumultuous year after the divorce.

“Hi, ma’am,” he says dutifully, sticking his head into the receptionist area. “Do I need to sign in or can I just go up?”

She waves him away. “I’ve already got you, sweetheart. You’re late anyway, they’re waiting for you upstairs.”

“You’re a miracle amongst men,” he calls out as he turns instead to the right of the door and up the old staircase that leads to the principal’s office. This is also a route he is incredibly familiar with.

How can he be late? He practically flew here on light feet and broken speed limits. It’s enough to take his mood from bad to worse, which isn’t optimal for a meeting with the principal of the school when it’s his kid who caused the fight. Anakin’s role is to nonconfrontational, contrite to the point of groveling—because he knows his daughter won’t.

That’s already hard enough when he’s feeling normal. It’s practically impossible when he’s feeling foul.

But Padmé did always say Leia got her stubbornness and temper from Anakin.

Anakin’s always said Leia never really had a chance considering who her parents are.

After all, someone threw a hairdryer at the hotel mirror before they got divorced and it wasn’t Anakin. But he’s not stupid enough to even think that when Padmé’s around.

The big oak door at the end of the hallway on the second floor is elaborate, looks heavy, and stays closed. He knows that this is the headmaster’s office, but he’s never seen the guy around. He doesn’t even know what the guy does. What’s a headmaster of an elementary school doing every day?

It’s an elementary school.

But, again. Anakin’s not paying for all this pomp and circumstance.

He takes another right instead, down the corridor in the opposite direction to the principal’s office. The door’s left ajar, and Anakin knocks politely before entering at the call to.

A couple of things bring him up short as soon as he steps into the room. For one thing, it’s not Principal Cinoff behind the desk, but a stranger who has the remnants of a three-piece suit on, jacket hanging neatly on a coat rack in the corner of the room. His vest is a deep red that should do nothing but drain his complexion—all pasty white skin, freckled and sun-starved, paired with his reddish hair and beard. It doesn’t, which is unfair to the point of duplicity. Or–something.

The way he’s sitting at the desk, hands spread wide on the wood and shoulders back, leaves no doubt in Anakin’s mind that the stranger is in a position of power here at the school. And probably in, like. Life. He looks like the kind of guy who gets his groceries on discount even without providing a loyalty card. He also looks like the kind of guy the system bends to accommodate. As a lawyer, Anakin is offended and deeply disturbed. That’s why his stomach does two or three flips in quick succession when they make eye contact.

The stranger’s eyes are cool and focused as they run over Anakin, and he gives him a perfunctory incline of his head. At least his eyes are warmer when they fall to the kids in front of him.

And that’s the other thing that shocks him.

The amount of children in front of the desk. One pouting ginger kid off to the side, arms crossed and staring down at his light-up sneakers.

And then two very familiar heads of hair on the other side.

“Luke?” He asks before he can stop himself, surprise dripping from his tone. “What are you doing here?”

At this rate, he’s going to give his daughter a complex, he knows it.

But Luke has never been in trouble before. Sure, they’re only five, and it’s only been three months of school, but in that time, Anakin’s been called down here six times to deal with Leia-related emergencies. He’s always imagined that meanwhile, Luke was in his classroom, chewing on crayons or diligently helping the teacher pass out homework assignments.

The stand-in principal coughs slightly and rises. “Ah, Mr. Skywalker-Amidala. Thank you for being able to join us today.”

Anakin scowls automatically before schooling his face into something far more diplomatic and pleasant when his children whirl around in their seats to look at him. The last thing he needs is for his children to think they can sneer at authority figures, given that he’s one of their main authority figures.

Luke leaves his chair to hug onto his leg, pressing his small face into the fabric of his pants, presumably seeking comfort and also to wipe his face dry of tears and snot.

Anakin puts a hand on his head and strokes through his hair, darting a curious glance at Leia, who has turned around to glare forward again, arms crossed over her chest.

“It’s just Skywalker, actually,” he tells the stranger. “Amidala is their mother.”

The man’s eyebrow goes up and he picks up a pen to make a note on the papers before him. An actual note. Regarding Anakin’s divorce. “Ah, apologies then,” he says. “Our contact list notes you as the father, Skywalker-Amidala, and their mother as Amidala-Organa.”

Anakin squints, trying to decide if the stranger is just trying to correct a clerical error in the school’s records or fishing for gossip. He gives him the benefit of the doubt. “Amidala is their mother, recently remarried to Organa. Organas. And she’s always been better at remembering to file paperwork than I am.”

The stranger keeps his face admirably placid. “Ah,” he says. “Well, Mr. Skywalker. Should we begin?”

“Uh,” he says. “What about the other parent?”

The stranger blinks at him, both eyebrows raised. “I’m a widower.”

“Uh,” he says. “I meant…” he gestures at the other child, the surly looking ginger kid.

“I’m afraid it will just be us, Mr. Skywalker,” the stranger says. “Please, sit.”

Anakin sits, and Luke is quick to scramble up into his lap with a very plaintative, “I didn’t really mean to.”

“So at recess today, the children were playing on the swings,” the stranger who must be the principal for the day says. “And—”

“Sorry,” Anakin interrupts. “Can I get your name please? I was expecting Principal Cinoff.”

The man pauses. “Sheri has been put on sudden maternity-leave a few months early,” he says. “For the next couple of weeks, I’ll be dual-hatting as both principal and headmaster while we continue to search for a temporary replacement.” He raises an eyebrow at Anakin. Anakin really doesn’t appreciate that. “This was in an email the school sent out to all the parents recently.”

“Yes, well,” Anakin says. “I get a lot of emails.”

The man looks unimpressed. “I encourage you to prioritize the communications from your children’s learning institute.”

Anakin bristles. What a dick. Who the fuck says learning institute?

“I’m sorry, what’s your name?” he asks in his best unimpressed voice.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” the man’s unimpressed voice is ten times more chilling than Anakin’s, which is also not fair. “Please, call me Dr. Kenobi.” Anakin scowls. “I appreciate the fact that you feel as though you can cover the extremely busy roles of both headmaster and principal of an elementary school, but I would really rather wait until the other parent gets here so we can most productively discuss the altercation, Mr. Kenobi.”

“Please, Mr. Skywalker,” Kenobi says. “Leave the litigation to the court rooms, we—”

“It’s Esquire, actually.”

Kenobi’s face grows very pinched around the mouth and eyebrows. Anakin feels a vicious thrill course through him even as his stomach flips again.

“I suppose I should have made it clearer at the beginning of this session,” Kenobi says, tone dripping in you idiot. “This is my son, Korkie.”

Anakin’s mouth falls open. His immediate thought is, of course, Korkie Kenobi? And he thought Luke and Leia were too cutesy for twin names.

“Korkie is a family name,” Kenobi adds rather dryly. “My late wife’s grandfather’s.”

Anakin doubts that’s even true. He bets it’s not actually, that Kenobi just plays the dead wife card to get out of judgemental questions about his naming abilities.

But then another, worse thought occurs to Anakin. “Wait a second, you can’t be the parent and the principal!”

“I assure you, I am impartial.”

“Like hel—heck you are!” Anakin straightens in his seat and Luke lets out a grumble, clinging tightly to his front. “I demand a different authority.” “No,” Kenobi says firmly, as if the matter is at rest. This, of course, is absolutely infuriating.

“It’s unfair bias and I will not see either of my children punished in a tyrannical and self-serving institution—”

Kenobi pinches at the bridge of his nose. “Mr. Skywalker, unless you would like to have me call Mrs. Cinoff away from her pre-mature baby, I am the best option this school has. Please. Settle down.”

“Dad,” Leia says, “I don’t want to miss reading time.”

Anakin breathes out in disgust. Shitty, overpriced private school. This sort of thing would never happen at a publicly funded school.

“The fact of the matter is that Luke pushed Korkie off the swings,” Kenobi says with a stern look at both Luke and Anakin. He holds up his hand when Anakin opens his mouth. “An incident that many were witness to. And before you make an accusation, there were many witnesses who were not on the school’s payroll, Mr. Skywalker.”

Anakin closes his mouth sullenly.

“Korkie could have been very hurt, Luke,” Kenobi says, clasping his hands in front of him and looking down at Anakin’s son. “He was swinging pretty fast when you pushed him, and he could have broken his ankle in the fall.”

Luke’s bottom lip trembles. “I didn’t want to hurt him,” he mumbles, turning his face back into Anakin’s sleeve. “He was being mean. I just wanted him to stop.” “I wasn’t!” Korkie cries, sitting straight in his chair for the first time since Anakin’s arrived. “I wasn’t being mean, dad!” “You said Leia’s hair looks like cinnamon buns on her head!” Luke shouts back, pushing away from Anakin’s arms to glare at the other boy.

Anakin winces. When it’s Padmé’s turn with the kids, Leia always turns up to school with elaborately braided hair, twisted on top of her head in elegant formations that look effortlessly pretty. He knows that’s not Padmé’s work, but he also can’t figure out if Breha or Bail is responsible. It’s not something he wants to ask.

The fanciest Anakin can do, after all, is two buns on either side of Leia’s head.

That do, truth be told, look rather like cinnamon rolls.

“Ah,” Kenobi says. “I believe I understand the miscommunication here. Korkie, would you like to tell the Skywalkers what you meant when you told Luke that Leia’s hair looked like cinnamon buns?”

If possible, the kid turns even more red, blushing furiously. “I really like cinnamon buns,” he mutters, crossing his arms tighter. “They’re my favorite.”

“He’s started asking for them for breakfast several times a week,” Kenobi tells Anakin with a smile lingering around his lips. “I’ve been wondering why.”

Anakin isn’t sure he likes the explanation. Sure, Korkie can have whatever sort of crush on his daughter that he wants to have, but likening her hair to cinnamon buns isn’t very kind, and he’s pretty sure that if someone else was the judge in this trial, they wouldn’t be so quick to justify the other boy’s words.

Luke seems to agree with him. “Your hair looks like carrots,” he snaps, crossing his arms.

Because Anakin is an intelligent adult who understands that making enemies with the headmaster’s son isn’t the best move, he adds on the Skywalker family’s behalf, “Luke loves carrots.”

Luke, in fact, hates carrots.

“There is still the matter of Luke pushing Korkie off the swing,” Kenobi says, eyebrows raised like he understands exactly what’s going unsaid here. “We do not encourage physical violence of any sort here, and it was dangerous. Korkie could have been hurt much more badly than a scraped knee.”

The words are very serious and grave, and Luke wilts under the headmaster-principal-father’s disappointed stare. Anakin bristles.

“Well, it’s his first infraction,” he says. “And he was sticking up for his sister. I think that’s fair. He won’t do it again.”

“Hm,” Kenobi says, pushing papers aside and pulling out a glossy leaflet. “Now, I cannot force you to consider this, but I noticed that neither Luke nor Leia are currently enrolled in any of our extracurriculars.”

“They’re five.”

“We have many on offer at Jedi Prepatory School,” Kenobi continues as if Anakin hasn’t said anything. “And I wanted to highlight our peewee hockey league. I think both Leia and Luke would enjoy the rigorous schedule, and they may…benefit from the…structure it offers. And team activity.”

Anakin glowers. He can read between the lines. Kenobi’s just called his parenting style structureless and lazy. It makes him want to grab the pamphlet and rip it to shreds in front of him. “I would have to talk about it with their mother,” he says stiffly instead.

“Of course,” Kenobi says cheerfully. “When you do, please give Bail and Breha my well-wishes as well. It’s been far too long since I’ve had the time to see them, given how exhastingly busy it is to be the headmaster and principal of an elementary school.”

“Right,” Anakin grits out. “Yeah. I’ll let my ex-wife’s new partners know.”

Kenobi’s smile is all teeth. “I look forward to seeing you in the rink, Mr. Skywalker Esquire. My son plays on the team.”

Anakin wonders if there’s another peewee hockey team he can have his kids join. Just so they can beat Jedi Prepatory school and then laugh in Korkie and Dr. Kenobi’s faces.

Yeah. That sounds really nice.

He’ll look when he gets back to work.

This takes priority.

#asks #prompt fill #obikin #i actually love writing aus where they're assholes to each other from the start and also insane about the other #anakin definitely finds a different peewee (baby hockey) team for teh twins #and makes sure he can make it to their every game #especially those against jedi prep #so he can spend the entire time sniping at kenobi #this time with gloves off because their kids can't hear them from the ice #rude and mean and barbed enough that all the other parents throw kenobi startled looks #and given them a wide berth #they hate each other they're flirting like mad they sneak away from the school cupcake sale to fuck in the computer lab #anakin has never been more involved in his twins' kindergarten education #neither has dr kenobi

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b4kuch1n · 2 years

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see, dearest, loving me did not save you. you scraped by just fine without. but it doesn’t hurt, does it?

#pokemon #swsh #professor sonia #gym leader nessa #aquaheartshipping #sonessa #hi. this is pre-dr.jones!sonia and callie!nessa btw #doesnt affect the piece much but I just want u to know #I love that potc made up the whole davy jones/calypso thing and I ate that shit up unquestioned #dont care it slaps it means everything to me now. next #litcherally used those vibes for like anything I can I just think that should be a thing more #but also! the original dr.jones!sonia joke has like seven extremely stupid layer that make it very dear to me #so Im not willing to let go yet. even tho dr. jones is now technically involved in a tentative thing I have on the side #along with the other two (gun haveman and the cloudwalker)#this is actually! kind of a color study again. but also I just really wanna draw the girls #I think Im just gonna spend october drawing critters and the kids in costumes. I need it #this is hopefully the first! I'll try to unclench my brain and let it do its stuff #now tho? I sleep #tomorrow I have a promising dinner to look forward to. and the next day? noodles #have a good weekend lads! doesnt hurt to have a bit of love on ur side

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hood-ex · 6 months

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wait idk anything about the tevis’— why would tommy tevis call dick his son? would you be willing to give a quick rundown

After Dick failed to get himself incarcerated, he became an enforcer for a mob boss named Tommy Tevis. Tommy took Dick in and made him part of his family. Tommy considered him an honorary son and thought very highly of him.

Nightwing (Vol. 2) #107

He even told Dick that everything he had (his home, his reputation, his family, etc.) was Dick's as well. Lynette, Tommy's wife, told Dick that Tommy would let Dick do anything. The whole family loved Dick, including Tommy's 15 year old daughter, Sophia. Sophia actually had a crush on Dick, but Dick acted like an older brother to her, helping her with her homework and such.

While Dick was away from the family for a few days, the cops busted into the Tevis's home. Lynette got killed in the gunfire, Tommy got taken to jail, and Sophia got taken in by the state.

Dick, while mentoring Rose, broke Sophia out of the state home. He got Sophia to help him with the mob. Then, when Chemo fell on Bludhaven, Dick saved Sophia and left her with Amy. When they reunited at the hospital, Dick asked Sophia to leave the mob behind and join a boarding school.

So, yeah, that's Dick's relationship with the Tevis family.

#no but i love when tommy tells dick that bruce must be proud of him--and dick gets this shameful look on his face and stays quiet #and then tommy playfully pinches dick's cheek and tells him not to worry bc he thinks dick is great/he thinks highly of dick #i mean say what you want about tommy being in the mob and all--but he does seem to be tuned in to dick's emotions #and when the other mobster was kinda grilling dick about being bruce's heir--tommy was frowning real hard on dick's behalf #and he later checked in with dick and was like hey that was kind of shitty and i don't want you feeling like your back's against the wall #like idk it just shows that tommy does care about dick--and he knows bruce is a sore spot for dick #dick--on the other hand--is a bit more emotionally distant from the family #he's just gone through some very traumatizing events and now he's doing some morally questionable things #so there's no way he can be truly authentic with the family when his whole lifestyle is now inauthentic to who he really is #and we see that when dick goes on a job that has a kid involved--and he didn't know there would be a kid there #and he gets very upset about a gun being involved and having a kid watch her dad get beat #so even though he might care about the tevis family--i don't think he could ever feel Truly part of the family #honestly wish a writer would bring back sophia though. would be nice to see dick still in contact with her #Dick Grayson #Tommy Tevis #anon

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incorrect-fnaf-quotes · 19 days

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So. The “Kid Gets Transported Into a FNaF Game” AU was just given... a lot of ideas now—so I guess I’m actually fully going through with the AU, now. So that’s fun.

It does take place in the actual FNaF universe—and while the game they get pulled into isn’t fully like World, it’s at least somewhat similar? In the way of just having a lot of characters, fighting, etc.

When the character gets sent into it, there’s certain things that they are capable of seeing, but nobody else can. Example: Freddy ends up using Mic Toss. The character sees that option, among the other options, appear beside Freddy.

So they just actually see a lot of the things most of the time—someone’s text post, attack options, etc. Though, with the attacking options... it’s also just more of the animatronic thinking of what to use, and the kid is seeing that.

And here, there’s also obviously a (main) team that the kid would end up being with. It’s a total of ten—but even then, others that aren’t apart of that would end up getting bits of focus, I feel like.

As I said, it’s ten—making the kid basically the eleventh in it. But even for a while, they wouldn’t fight. I think that would actually take some time.

So, this would also happen to be the main team/group of the AU:

1: The Kid (I swear they’ll get an actual name eventually, but I don’t have anything for now-)

2: Freddy Fazbear.

3: RXQ/Shadow Bonnie.

4: Jack-O-Bonnie.

5: Mangle.

6: DeeDee.

7: Withered Bonnie.

8: Nightmare Freddy.

9: Chica.

10: Endo-02.

They may or may not go around as a complete team with everyone—or they may be doing it with half, and occasionally the other. I haven’t entirely decided.

And while there still are some sort of similar moves for certain characters, there’s also a bunch of different ones. And DeeDee actually would have things she can do—since she’s part of the team.

So... yeah. Kid gets sent there all of a sudden, and a bunch of shenanigans happen from there. If more comes to me, I’ll say it.

#FNaF AU #Not a quote #Save tag #Game AU #<I need names—so maybe I’ll just be calling it that for now #Sometimes the kid just stares at the text box(s) whenever someone has something to say #And everyone’s just kind of like ‘? What are you staring at? Are you paying attention?’#I *need* to make drawing references for the AU’s—this. The Swap AU. Etc.#But I think I’ll just have to wait for when my drawing skills get better and aren’t just stick figures-#There’d be tons of encounters involving the other characters that aren’t part of the group

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laurelnose · 2 months

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anonymous asked: Qven in B22, please?

your honor we the jury find the princex not guilty of any crime ever in eir entire life

[send me a color palette]

#the other kid was asking for it #art meme #laurelnose art #imperial radch #not for al #translation state #qven #blood cw #so uhhh i have NO actual idea what Qven looks like. i even went back to the TS ebook and did some searching (unsuccessfully)#the only strong mental image i have of em is when ey were a Middle (& that mental image is mostly Big Eyes)#(to me Qven is Looking at things)#so. you get a Baby enjoy Baby #god i need to draw something for radch that doesn't involve bloody hands LMAO

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ninjasmudge · 2 years

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nezha better start clapping because they switched hairstyles and are way too proud abt it

macaque is spacing out respectfully

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #mk #entanglement au #macaque is GONE bro this dude is SPACING AS HELL #ENTANGLEMENT SWK MAKES SOME PEOPLE GAY THIS IS NORMAL AND OK #he is RESPECTFULLY LOOKING #you know how long i tried to get swks long hair the other day and every drawing was awful till i made it avant garde #well it turns it was real easy i just needed to involve his bf and he was happy #you know that hair has to be down to his knees at least #my art #six eared macaque #sun wukong #shadowpeach #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque

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just-an-enby-lemon · 3 days

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Sometimes I think about how Wilde actually saw Grives burn down the Eiffel Foley because there's no way he got away from Paris before that. And about how much he had to be lying to himself afterwards to keep working for the Meritocrats without thinking about the innocent people that were still trapped there and about the small gang members that while not innocent definitivaly didn't deserved to be burned by a dragon. If when talking about how Sasha was an unreplaceble asset to Apophis he wondered how many young lost people with same backstory as Sasha burned in Paris. How many kids? If in his nightmares he would sometimes go back to exchanging puns with Sasha only for them - the team - be in the fabric while Apophis burned it.

About how the moment Grizzop presented Wilde with the list of Barret's man Wilde's questions are not about how many moles are there but "is there any proof that the Harlequins are involved with the Similacras at all?" How he was ready to belive the dragons were lying and there was something sinister going on from the start.

Sometimes I wonder if the party not being there in Paris was part of what made then still proud meritocratic agents till the end of the word. Sometimes I think about how while they didn't saw it they knew about the destruction Guives caused and they had to know that not everyone escaped. Sometimes I think how much Apophis being resonable and being nice TO THEM influenciated them into staying.

Because Sasha created the Harlequins the moment she saw Rome burn.

Sometimes in a different dragon tangent I wonder if Sasha felt weird talking about meeting Apophis and Hamid's ancestry. Trying to explain to her kids and to Cicero and to the comunity she built about the dragons that ruled her word (and weren't always bad nor were evil just complicated shades of gray) when the dragons ruinned their lifes.

#i have a lot of complicated feeligns for the meritocrats #yes even apophis #rqg #rusty quill gaming #rqg spoilers #look i know alex implies there were just la gourmand's people in the folley when guivers attacks but i call bs #and even if they were that means nothing because la gourmand is just the french equivalent of barrets #and so it's really hard not to consider that just like barret a lot of people workibg for him were poor and desperated #they felt like they had no other choice #also likely there was some kids involved

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pizzaqueen · 3 months

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Another scene from the widower!Steve verse (which I’m calling That Same Old Feeling and I’ll be tagging anything for it tsofverse if anyone is interested in seeing more scenes/snippets); this takes place during the second time Eddie and Steve meet after not seeing each other for about 20 years, c. 2012

Just under 700 words, rated T, vaguely vaguely suggestive because it leads up to their first time together again but cuts off before the action (sorry lol but it’s me! Haha)

It’s surreal, sitting here in Eddie’s apartment, not ten minutes from his own house. Feeling Eddie’s gaze on him, so familiar even after all these years. Shit. It’s been so long.

Steve turns, catches Eddie’s grin, returns it. That’s surreal, too. The last time they met, there weren’t so many smiles. Well, the last time before last night. It all feels like a dream.

Eddie’s grin turns fond, head resting in his hand, elbow resting on the back of the black leather couch. He reaches out and pokes Steve’s knee.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Eddie’s nose screws up. “But it’s… funny.”

“What is?”

“Just… It feels like a lifetime—no, a thousand lifetimes—since I saw you but…” Eddie looks to the side, back to Steve. He lifts a shoulder and adds, “Like no time has passed, as well.”

“Yeah, I know.” So much has happened to Steve since the last time he saw Eddie, and, in some ways, he feels like a completely different person. When he thought of Eddie, over the years, the distance between them felt so fucking huge. But the moment he saw Eddie, last night, it was like he’d only seen him yesterday. “I feel the way I always did with you.”

“Me too.”

Steve bites his lip against a smile and looks Eddie over—his dark hair is still long but it’s threaded with silver, there are deeper crinkles at his eyes, and his arms are totally covered with tattoos now. He still takes Steve’s breath away, still makes his heart beat. Should he feel this way again so soon? He’s not sure he cares. “And you’re still beautiful.”

Eddie lets out a nervous laugh, dipping his head in an oddly shy gesture. He tilts his head further to the side until he’s looking at Steve sideways. “And you’re still one smooth bastard, aren’t you?”

Steve winks and catches Eddie’s chin between his forefinger and thumb. Eddie dips his head, making Steve’s thumb slip up to his lips so he can kiss it. It’s such a small gesture, but it makes Steve’s heart leap and sends sparks skittering up his skin. He shifts his hand, cupping Eddie’s face, and leans in to kiss him softly.

When they part, Eddie has this look on his face that makes Steve’s chest squeeze tight and he can’t… So he kisses Eddie again and again, until all he’s thinking about is being as close to Eddie as possible.

Eddie lets Steve crowd him into the corner of the couch and they make out like a couple of kids until Steve pulls back and says, “You didn’t give me a tour of your apartment yet.”

“Mm?” Eddie blinks, then slowly grins. “No, I didn’t.”

“Maybe you could give me one now.” Steve kisses Eddie’s jaw, down to his neck. “Starting with the bedroom?”

Eddie laughs and pushes Steve away, getting up from the couch. “Right this way, sir,” he says, with a sweep of his hand.

Stumbling to his feet, Steve grabs Eddie’s wrist and tugs, saying, “You’re still a total dork,” and then, “Wait, which way?”

Eddie shakes his head and drags Steve to his bedroom. The pretense of a tour is lost the moment they make it through the door as they kiss and shed their clothes and giggle and Steve hasn’t felt like this in longer than he can remember.

When Eddie’s knees hit the back of the bed and he goes down, he pulls Steve with him; all the memories of this—Eddie under Steve, his thighs around him—flood Steve, almost overwhelming him. And now they get to make more memories.

With that thought, Steve kisses Eddie with everything he has, with a passion he sometimes worried he’d lost and, when they part, Eddie looks as dazed as Steve feels. “Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Eddie reaches up, pushing Steve’s hair out of his face, letting his hand linger along his cheek, his jaw.

“You good?”

Steve nods, nuzzles into Eddie’s palm. “Yeah.” He swallows. “You?”

“Yeah.” Eddie lets his hand drop to Steve’s neck. “Fuck, I missed you,” he says, voice tight with emotion.

“Yeah,” Steve says, “I missed you too,” and, when he kisses Eddie again, the years between them fall away.

#steddie #Steve x eddie #Steddie fic #Steddie fanfic #tsofverse #pizzaqueenfic #should I keep posting stuff for this???#i have a few snippets that actually involve Steve’s kids!! who are teens btw not little kids (Sorry!)#also I’m still on a break but I just wanted to post this #i wanted to explain my absence but I feel weird doing that idk #and I’m still working on the Spotify prompts but I haven’t been in a great place and yeah #probably shouldn’t post this until I finish other stuff 🙈

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