#like it's just food and circus or however the saying goes

[tokoyamisstuff]

You get them a cat HC's

Featuring Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy and Kuro!

Warnings: None.

Notes: GN! Reader

A/N: I just needed to get this silly little idea out of my head!

"Oh? Well, I guess another one won't hurt."

Turns out his castle is a refuge for all kinds of animals. He's taking care of injured or abandoned beings of all sort.

Let's be honest, his personality has a lot of a feral cat as well. You find the similarities hilarious, while he still can't see it.

One time you walked in on him petting it - one of the rare occasions you ever saw him smile.

Loves when the cat sits on his lap while he's in his armchair by the fire, sipping on a glass of wine. An adorable image, and his favourite kind of self-care.

It will rub itself against his beard all the time. Who can blame it?

Needs at least one new outfit a week since the cat will always wreck the feather of his hat or scratch his leather clothes.

Talks to it with a way higher voice than usually, and yes, he does babytalk.

-><--><--><--><-

"Great idea! I actually thought about getting a mascot for the crew anyways."

This man is like a Disney Princess. Just gives off a vibe that makes an animal automatically love him.

Is pretty chill about standard annoying cat behavior. This pet will be misbehaving a lot since he just takes everything with a smile. Can't really be mad at all.

It will probably have a standard seat on his shoulder and loves hiding under his cape.

Always buys snacks when he's on land and even shares his meal with it.

Talks about the cat as if it's an actual person, and talks a lot. Literally his new bestie, you're almost jealous.

This animal has seen some shit. He'll definetly not go anywhere without it and do some weird party tricks when drunk.

Would protect it with his life, certainly.

Poor guy is actually a lil' bit allergic, but endures for your and it's sake.

-><--><--><--><-

"...fine. But if it goes anywhere near my stuff I'll throw it overboard!"

Will have a full blown rant about how cats are ungrateful and illoyal little shits.

Isn't actually an animal person in general. Especially cats and dogs are a little too fascinated with his nose for his liking - it looks like a toy, after all.

It follows him around despite his best efforts not to. He gets used to it quickly however and starts talking to it. It helps him get his thoughts in order, actually.

Lets you keep it in the end because this man just can't say no to any of your wishes. Won't admit it though, probably says it's because they're useful to catch mice on the ship or something.

Throws a tantrum at least once a day, especially when the cat got anywhere near his maps.

Unsuccessfully tries to teach it any tricks for them to participate in the circus.

Is often caught juggling for it and acts like the cat just happened to be there while he was practicing.

It's an open secret that he adores this animal. It's also the only one allowed to sit on his throne besides him.

-><--><--><--><-

"...what an astonishing creature, indeed."

It takes everything in this man to not drop the facade.

Wants to keep it so badly but hesistantly talks about hygiene and how the cat's presence may negatively affect Kaya's health.

He's actually the most skilled when it comes to properly train those stubborn creatures.

Anyways, he still will get scratched and hissed at. It breaks his heart.

Indulges it as good as he can. Only the best food, it's own room in the mansion and always new toys.

Always nerds out some biological or historical facts about those animals.

Loves to absentmindedly stroke it's fur whenever it sits on his lap. Looks like a Bond villain when doing so.

#one piece #buggy x reader #shanks x reader #mihawk x reader #kuro x reader #headcanons #writing #self insert #dracule mihawk #buggy d clown #shanks #captain kuro

[randomprose]

the rest is confetti

written for the satosho server weekly prompt: wedding [ao3] shoko and satoru get married—twice

When Shoko decided to get married, and when Satoru said it’s gonna be a traditional wedding because of the clan and both of their standing in Jujutsu society, she didn’t think much of it.

When Shoko let him slip that very shiny ring on her finger, she knew exactly what she was getting into.

Hell, she knew it the day Satoru finally got his shit and his words together long enough to ask her out on a date, and she knew it when she leaned it at the end of it to kiss him.

So Ieiri Shoko entered the wedding planning process and it didn’t come as a surprise to her at all that everything would be chaotic and hectic. To say the least.

What did come as a surprise, however, is how…not well Satoru is taking it all in.

While the usual planning and preparation time of a wedding as big and as important as theirs—she is well aware despite not really seeing the point of it—takes six months to a full year, theirs were all set and done in just two months. Which doesn’t really surprise her given the extent of the Gojo clan’s wealth and influence.

In two months, Shoko was ushered in and out of dress fittings and alterations, food and cake tasting, wine sampling (which she thoroughly enjoyed), flowers and decor (which she really didn’t care much for), and all other inanity such as seating arrangements and memorizing clan members. The last part was fairly easy having been in and out of the Gojo estate and having met most of Satoru’s kinsmen since becoming friends with him. It’s the other clans she couldn’t give less of a fuck about.

Everything went relatively alright and smoothly considering both hers and Satoru’s very busy schedule. And all the while Shoko was just thinking they just needed to get through all these frivolities and then they’re golden.

And then Satoru goes AWOL the day before the wedding. Shoko finds him hours later in the clan’s secret garden hiding in the gazebo she and Satoru used to lounge around with Suguru when they would visit in the summers.

“Thought I’d find you here,” Shoko says as she spots him lying on the gazebo’s cold marble floor. “What? Getting cold feet?”

“Marrying you? As if,” Satoru scoffs from his place on the floor. 

“We can still call off, you know? The wedding isn’t until tomorrow. We have time.”

“What, and have my clan and all of Jujutsu society on our ass forever?” Satoru runs a hand through his hair. He has a bitching headache and it's obvious with the way his brows are pinched. “Listen, Shoko. I need you to know that you’re the only one I’m sure about in this whole fucking circus, okay? I’m not backing out on that. And you can’t either! I'm just having an off day that's all! Don’t think you can use this as an excuse to back out!”

“I know that, doofus. And I’m not running away. I’m not the one who’s gone awol and went into hiding the day before their wedding, am I?” Shoko says as he sits by his head, putting a hand over his eyes to soothe them and rid him of his migraine. He’s in the mood for jokes even in his state and that’s a good sign. “So, what is this really about?”

“It’s just…” Satoru sighs in relief as he feels her technique course through him. The pinch in his brows is gone. “I’m sorry for putting you through all this bullshit. I know it’s not your style.”

Shoko smiles exasperatedly. Of course, Gojo Satoru will have a meltdown the day before their wedding.

“Please. Give me some credit. I knew what I was getting into the moment I allowed your dork ass to hang around me.”

“Oh, yeah? What, that you’ll one day be marrying the strongest sorcerer?”

“That you’ll one day bamboozle me into somehow agreeing to marry you, yes.”

“Oh, shut up. You beat me to the punch and asked first,” Satoru retorts, clambering up to lay his head on her lap. “You love me.”

“Of course, I do,” Shoko answers without missing a beat and they sit like that for a while with her fingers carding through his hair until the edges of his eyes have softened and his face finally relaxed.

“Man,” Satoru sighs after a while. “This whole thing kinda got away from us, huh?”

“You know I don’t care about any of this, right? But I’m okay to go along with it all because it’s you I get to meet at the end of the aisle.” Shoko looks at him, really looks at him. “Now, I’m asking you. What do you want?”

She’s asking him what he wants. Outside of him being the strongest sorcerer of their time, beyond him being the head of the Gojo clan, taking aside his duty to Jujutsu society and the world it promises to protect, Shoko is asking him what he wants as just him. As just Satoru.

“You,” Satoru answers without hesitation. He sits up so he can look at her properly. “I just want you.”

“Okay,” Shoko smiles. “Then you have me.”

In the next second, Shoko had sneaked them out of the secret backdoor hidden in the garden’s hedges and into a car. She tells Satoru to drive to the airport while she makes some calls. When Satoru asks where they’re going, Shoko just simply tells him ‘Tokyo’ and to drive fast so they can catch the next flight out. She holds up a finger in a shushing motion when Satoru tries to say something because Suguru has already picked up on the other end of the line. 

Shoko knows their friends won’t be flying out to Kyoto for the Gojo estate until tomorrow. She tells Suguru to round up the gang and to get Yaga certified to officiate then meet them at the school in two hours.

It is only when they’re sitting in the plane’s first-class cabin do Satoru says, “You know I could’ve just teleported us to Tokyo, right?”

“I know, but we gotta give the gang time to get ready. It’s lucky Utahime and Mei are on a mission in Tokyo right now. She’ll want to get presentable first at least.”

They get to Jujutsu High with just enough time for Utahime to squeeze Shoko out of her sensible turtle neck and trousers into a pantsuit at her insistence. She also does Shoko’s hair in a modest updo and puts light make-up on her. Mei-mei hands her a bouquet. 

In another room, Suguru and Yuu manage to wrangle Satoru out of his shirt and jeans into a white button-up and slacks. Kento lends him one of his suit jackets and tames his unruly white hair into a slick do.

They get married on the school grounds at dusk with Yaga blubbering through half the ceremony and his officiation and lecturing them about how they’re impulsive idiots who are a pain in his ass and that he loves them both very much.

Shoko tosses her bouquet and Utahime catches it. Satoru makes a teasing quip about it and Utahime counters by saying she’ll be walking the aisle next for when Shoko divorces him.

Their reception is held at their favorite izakaya and Satoru and Shoko cut a cake bought by Haibara from Satoru’s favorite bakery.

And then, after all the festivities and the congratulations and the ‘see you tomorrow’s, Shoko and Satoru hop on a flight back to Kyoto (because Satoru took a sip of Shoko’s sake and was feeling a little woozy to teleport) and retire to their respective rooms when they get back to the Gojo clan's estate. 

In the morning, Satoru and Shoko get married in the traditional way that was expected of people of their standing, with the Gojo clan and all the representatives of major Jujutsu clans in attendance, the Council, and everyone who’s anyone in the Jujutsu society. Their friends are among the crowd of attendees, no less excited and happy for them than they were the day before.

“Is this your first time?” Satoru asks lowly once they’re arm in arm. “Getting married, I mean.”

“Not really,” Shoko shrugs. “I’ve been married before. You?”

“Oh, same.”

“Good to know we both have some experience then.” 

“Just so you know, Mrs. Gojo-Ieiri,” Satoru says leaning down so only his wife could hear. “I would marry you a thousand times over any day, anytime, anywhere.”

“Eehh,” Shoko smirks shifting closer and bumping shoulders with her husband. “How very romantic of you, Mr. Ieiri-Gojo.”

Shoko and Satoru share knowing secretive smiles throughout the ceremony.

#everybody lives and nobody dies #Suguru and the rest of Tokyo 5 are here #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satosho #satoshoko #gojo satoru #ieiri shoko #satoshoko fic #writing

[xxkitty13]

Circus Freaks

LA Buggy x Fem Reader

Young reader (20's)

Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 6

Next Chapter: Part 8

Previously: To keep Yasi from suspicion, y/n joins the circus. In a daring act with Cabaji, Buggy is threatened by the new friendship. Y/n reassures the captain that she only has eyes from him. The two end up making and make their relationship official.

Part 7: Beyond the Grave

Everything was painful. Every inch of her body ached. The soreness is nothing like she felt before. However, she does not regret anything.

Y/n drags her feet throughout the plaza. Due to last night festivities, they ran out of food. It is all Richie's fault, he ate everything. She's accompanied by Mohji, who Buggy blamed and sent him out to retrieve goods.

He hides his identity with a cloak and too drags himself around.

"Hey y/n, are we there yet?"

They stop at a market. “Yeah, we’re here.”

At the stand, y/n and Mohji place the essentials into their baskets. They head to check out and are met with Lyla.

“Lyla? What are you doing here?”

The woman smiles. “I offered to look after the stand for my parents.” She grabs the baskets and begin to ring the items. “What brings you here? I’m sure there’s plenty of food at the house.”

She then looks at the man beside her. “Is this for your friends?”

“Friends?”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Huh?”

“That you joined the circus.”

Y/n and Mohji look at each other, she’s not supposed to know that.

"Um, how did you find out?" she barely spat out.

Lyla only laughs. "Y/n, I've known you long enough to know you were the masked woman."

"You were there last night?"

"Everyone was. I'm sad you didn't mention it to me," she glooms.

The items were placed into bags and given to Mohji, who complained about carrying them.

"Is it only you that knows?"

"Everyone knows. We were all taken aback that little y/n is able to pull those stunts." Lyla goes to hug her sister. "You should've seen the tantrum Yasi did outside the tent. He was furious," she cackled.

Y/n's face furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, he was so jealous of that man you were paired with. He yelled out that he should've been the one on stage with you."

Y/n facepalms. "Yasi and his big mouth," she mumbles.

"I think you did great. Everyone is talking about you and the performance. They want to see more."

She looks at her sister, uneasy at the predicament she's in. This is not the outcome she wanted from the show. Now she's the talk of the town. The unwanted attention will surely fiddle with her investigation.

"Well, thank you Lyla. I wanted to keep it a secret, I'm sorry if I didn't tell you," she says this to her, hoping to deter the situation.

Lyla pats her head. "Of course, I get it."

Y/n singal Mohji to leave. "Okay, I got to go. I'll keep in touch with you." She waves goodbye and exits the stand.

Mohji coughs, "What do we tell the captain?"

"I'll figure it out. He's a bit cranky today and we don't want to make it worse. Lets just rush out of here before more people see me."

He nods in response and the two quickly head to the circus grounds.

.°˖✧.°˖✧

"What do you mean they know?!"

Buggy spits his drink out, spitting all over Mohji. The tamer sighs at his drenched fur vest.

"I met with my sister at the market and said that Yasi told everyone."

"That brat again? I guess we should have seen that coming." He drags his face with his hand. "Well, let's not panic. You joining the circus doesn't mean anything. . . I hope."

Cabaji enters the meeting room and is meet with a dark gaze from his captain. He notices this and nervously avoided further contact.

"Why are you looking at me like that, captain?"

Buggy growls, "You know exactly why!"

"N-no sir, I do not."

"Grr, why did you have to be so touchy with y/n, huh?" He grabs him the collar and brings his face close to his, nose to nose.

"Oh, that. . . it was only mutual sir. It's just a performance, nothing else. Y/n agreed to it-"

"Tsk, shut it. Don't you ever do that again! You understand?!"

"Aye captain," he salutes, trembling at the matter.

Y/n only laughs at the commotion, getting the attention of Buggy.

"Why are you laughing? Is this funny to you?" he says, visibly annoyed.

She tried to contain her laughter, the pirate is jealous, and she finds it endearing. "Leave Cabaji alone Buggy. It's over."

"Don't make things worse y/n," Cabaji huffs.

"Are you defending him?"

"What? No, no, there's nothing to worry about." She grabs his hand and smiles at him.

"What you need to do is suppress that anger and focus on our mission." Buggy only huffs and stops his tantrum.

His men look at each other, surprised she was able to stop the angered captain. It is not an easy task to do.

"Fine, you're right." He looks at Cabaji and Mohji. "Is there anything new so far?"

"Our men have no new information at the moment. The only thing out of the ordinary is the supply of explosives that were carried away from the Abask mansion the other day," Mohji says.

"They were taken to a port that same day," Cabaji adds.

Buggy is skeptical about the transportation of those explosives, especially coming from them. "Tell our men to investigate that further. Our enemy has weapons on hands, we can't let that go unchecked."

They both nod and leave the room.

"Oh Buggy, I forgot to tell you that I'm visiting the cemetery today."

"What for?"

"To visit my parents' grave."

His grip tightens on her hand. "I'll go with you."

"You don't have to, you're busy with the investigation."

Buggy reels her in his arms and pecks her forehead. "What man would I be if I don't accompany my woman."

.°˖✧.°˖✧

The people of the island believed in total separation of the dead from the living. Which is why the cemetery is located deep in the woods of the island. Y/n thought it was ridiculous, death is feared, she knows that. But it is a natural thing in life, everyone will die.

It’s been a while since she last visited the deserted place. People bury the dead and are forgotten, she hates it.

They arrive at the gate entrance. The metal fence is rusty from the oxidation. The gate doors creak at the opening, the sound eerie to the ears. The day is sunny, but cold, the breeze makes it almost unbearable. She leads the way into the cemetery, following the barely visible trails.

The gravesite resides at a small corner of the gated land. The two tombstones were placed next to each other- the names of her parents, Jackie and Zimik, are engraved on the stone. Oddly, the rest of their names are not shown.

“So these are your real parents, huh.”

Y/n sits down on the grass, facing the tombstones.

“Yes. I don’t have many memories with them, they died when I was really young.”

Buggy placed his hand on her shoulder and sits next to her.

“The memories I have of them mean so much to me, but I’ve always been more fond of my mother. They divorced when I was four years old, so I didn’t spend much time with my father. I know very little about him.”

The pirate only listens. He wonders what it is like to have two parents. It was not the moment to speak about his past to his partner.

“I’ve always wanted to follow my mother’s footsteps. To be bold like her. She ran way from home and set sail around my age. Explored the seas and joined a circus. It was questionable, all of it, but she did whatever she wanted,”— she paused and continued— “I don’t think I can be like her. She was never afraid of anything.”

A tear flowed down her cheek. “I just wanted to tell my mother that I did acrobatics, like how she used to do.”

She quickly wiped the tear, not wanting to make the visit emotional.

“I didn’t know your mom was an acrobat. That explains why it came easy to you,” he says, trying to lift the mood.

The woman chuckles in response. “I don’t know about that. Skills are not passed down through genetics.”

“There you go smarty pants.”

She sighs, “She’s the reason I’m fascinated over the circus. You know she’s the one you gave me that doll.”

Buggy raises his brow. Everything makes sense now. "I see."

They continue to sit in silence. The winds cause the branches to sway, creaking at the movement. Birds chirp and sing, providing a peaceful scenery. Lost in her thoughts, a shadow moved from the corner of her eye. She snaps her head to see what it could be, but there is nothing out of the ordinary.

"Is something wrong?" Buggy asked.

Y/n turns to face him. "Uh,"— a shadow passes behind the graves— "I don't know. . ."

The pirate turns around and is met with the empty vast graveyard. He looks back at the woman, who eyes followed to the right. He tried to follow but sees nothing.

"Are you seeing something?"

The shadow becomes frantic, it circles around them and flies off to the main trail. Y/n gets up and chases after it.

"Hey, where are you going?" Buggy gets up from the ground and runs after her.

Surprisingly, the ball-like shadow waits for her in the middle of the dirt trail. It directs y/n off the trail and into the middle of the cemetery. She follows it, walking through the dry yellow grass. The dark sphere disappears in front of a large temple. A cold breeze passes by, sending chills down her spine.

"Y/n, why did you take off like that?"

Buggy approaches her and stops his tracks. They stand in front of a grand stone tomb, the largest one in the graveyard. He wonders what brought y/n to it.

"I'm sorry, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"What do you mean?"

"I-"—she exhales— "you'll think I'm insane."

"I won't know if you don't tell me."

She briefly looks at him and hesitates to answer.

"I'm able to connect with the dead. . ." she mumbles.

The silence is unnerving, the pirate only stares at her. She becomes jittery, the memory of her childhood floods her. The intense bullying and mocking from everyone flash in her mind. The thought of Buggy laughing at her broke her heart.

The pirate opens his mouth to speak, but laugher does not emit.

"I believe you."

"Huh?"

Y/n looks at him utterly confused. "You believe me? Why?"

"Why would you lie?"

Astonished, she goes to hug him. Buggy stands there puzzled; he slowly wraps his arm around her. Y/n begins to sob as her embrace tightens around his torso. He rubs her back as her tears wet his vest.

"You're the first person to believe me." She lets go of him and sniffs, wiping the running tears. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me," he says, cleaning the last tears from her cheek.

"It means so much to me that you do. Everyone in this town thought I was crazy as a kid,"— she pauses—" They avoided me like the plague."

She holds back another emotional outburst and leans her head onto his shoulder. "At one point I abandoned the spirits so I could be normal. I stopped visiting many years ago, I think they're angry at me."

"Why would an angry spirit guide you here?"

Y/n stops to think. The pirate is right, the spirit would have made its anger known. It is an odd situation. She looks at the old gravesite, it is the grave of the island's founder, Febe.

"Why would it take me here?"

Buggy steps closer to it, the tombstone is extravagant, beautiful floral patterns are engraved throughout the walls. The pillars that situate at all four corners are covered with invasive vines. Taking a closer look at the stone, the material is degrading, the temple is ancient. At the front of it, an engraved figure of a woman is barely visible. The woman appears to reach for the sky, almost worshipping it.

He walks up the small steps that are around it and stands in front of the artwork. With his hands, he slides his hand over the walls, removing the dust. During the process, his hand presses against a certain spot of the wall, a block sinks in. The building shakes and the temple walls reveal a secrete opening inside.

The couple look at each other and enter the entryway. The place is pitch dark and small.

"Shit, we can't see a thing. Wait, I think I have something." Buggy pulls out a match box and lights a match. The flame slightly illuminates their surroundings.

"Why do you have that?"

"Reasons."

She scoffs. "Whatever, it will do."

Buggy uses the light to take a closer look at the walls. Strange writing is engraved. Y/n observes the symbols carved throughout the inner temple, at the middle wall, different artworks are displayed. A large sun symbol followed by various weather symbols cover it.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Beats me." Buggy shrugs, unamused at the findings.

"I'm so lost. What is this? This is not in the island's records. . ."

The pirate notices an image that catches his eye. He runs to the wall and places his hand on it.

"What is it?" y/n asks.

"This symbol, it's identical to the one on the map."

The image of a cross is situated at the corner of the wall. The pointed curled tips are a detail that is unique to it. An important resemblance that cannot be missed.

"What could it mean?" Buggy stares hard at it. More and more things are connecting, but none of it makes sense. The map, the spirit, and the hidden room, it seems that the island's past is slowly being revealed.

Y/n runs her fingers over the cross. The mysterious spirit clearly meant for them to see the room inside the temple, but what message does it convey? She sighs and takes mental note of the engraved symbols.

"I'll have to do some further digging on this. Let's head back to the tent, there's nothing more we can do."

Buggy nods in agreement.

.°˖✧.°˖✧

Smoke fills the decorative office, leaving a trail of burnt fine paper. A door opens, allowing the person to take a whiff of the obnoxious aroma. The person waves the grayish smoke out of his view and enters the well-lit space.

"Father, please open a window," he coughs.

"A little smoke won't harm you."

At the left side of the room sits Yasi’s father, Kija, at his large desk. His legs are crossed, taking another puff of the cigar. The man stands up, towering over the furniture, and approaches his son.

Yasi is a spitting image of his father. Except the man’s age is clearly presented through his wrinkles and excessive smoking. Despite that, he maintains a charming and confident look.

"So, when are you going to present your finance to the family? I've been waiting."

"Oh, about that. . ." Yasi scratches the back of head and averts his gaze to the other side of the room.

"What did I tell you about that Yasi. It is almost time we get a future heir to the family. A bride is vital at this standpoint."

"I-I um. . . I'm working on that."

The man scoffs. "Working on that. Stop with the excuses."

"Forget it father, that woman clearly has no interest in me. I think it's time I move on."

A burst of laughter fills the room. "Yasi, you got to be kidding me. You're an Abask. We take what we want. Tell me, what's stopping you?"

Yasi hesitates to answer, the explanation is beyond embarrassing. "It's the clown. . ."

His ears perk up at the statement. "The clown? Don't tell me it's that good for nothing pirate."

He shakes his head and sits back down on his leather chair.

"I knew he would be trouble,” he mumbles. He puts the cigar on his mouth and puffs more smoke into the room. "Well then, it's time we implement a plan."

"And what would that be?"

"Invite her to the mansion. We will host an extravagant dinner that she cannot refuse. Send her my personal invitation."

He hands Yasi an envelope. It is clear to him that his father has already began a scheme.

“Don’t worry about the marriage proposal. I’ll take care of it.”

With that, he escorts his son out the room, not giving time for answers. Yasi stands outside the door and looks at the envelope in his hands. He gulps, it will not be an easy task.

#one piece #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x fem reader #buggy x reader #buggy x y/n #buggy x you #opla buggy #op buggy #captain buggy

[purplekissinger]

You’re the entire circus

(guys english is not my native language, so this might look weird and im very sorry for any mistakes that ive made and the style in general. tw: it seems a bit a yandere)

Bunny Corcoran being sliiiiiiightly obsessed with you wold look like:

OH BOI that escalated quickly.

He noticed you first and took action immediately.

Let's be honest, Marion was not the brightest, although their relationship was kinda wholesome (up to a certain point). However, I think that, aside from the mother figure thing, Bunny is also desperately looking for a way to join that subculture that the rest of the club fits in so naturally. He kinda uses you as a key to this world; Imagine you two are in the library, you patiently explain something to him and oddly enough he listens carefully (whoever witnesses this is left in a slight shock).

Hungry for your praise. This vicious circle goes on and on, he plays on pity with endless whining, you give up and say something comforting or  affectionate, he swallows it greedily and asks for more, more, more. (Please validate him).

Steals your stuff constantly and it's a PROBLEM. Say goodbye to a bunch of your hair ties, lipstick tubes and earrings. You'd be willing to swear someone looked in the underwear drawer too.

Remember the period when the greek geeks were secretly watching Bunny, and he was not so secretly following them? Yes. He's too bulky and awkward to be an invisible stalker like Richard, but that doesn't stop him. His rabbit ears are always somewhere nearby.

If Bunny thinks that someone is pestering his baby, then he is right there, already wedged into the conversation, voice raised fists throwing. Actually, that's the reason why you don't get to talk to the guys on campus at all, because he always reads the situation as threatening. By the level of jealousy, perhaps, he can be compared with Henry, and that level is very high.

Being rather conservative person, he will most likely try to get you into a relationship as soon as possible. If he succeeds, he will become a little tamer (but also bolder at the same time). If his hand is not on your shoulder, then it is on your waist. Instantly starts going around calling you “Mrs. Corcoran” and introduces you to his insufferable family.

Oh so you decided to reject him? Well, it's time to find out just how annoying he can be (spoiler there’s no limit). Whatever unstable peace you had is over, he just can’t leave you alone. If for some reason you’re not in the greek class, Bunny skips his lectures shamelessly to follow you and give you another headache.

Tl dr Bunny is not that dangerous, but you have no personal space now. His stubbornness and energy are incomparable.

‘So it really seemed like a good idea to you?’ you ask coldly. ‘Steal someone else's breakfast and eat it in front of everyone? You thought I didn't recognize the box?’

At first Bunny pretends to not understand, and does not even stop chewing on a pancake generously covered with maple syrup. He looks at you thoughtfully (brows furrowed, Latin textbook is pressed to your chest like a shield), then lowers his gaze and suddenly smiles charmingly.

‘Ah, so it's yours. I should have guessed. You're from Montreal, you probably don't eat anything there without a couple of buckets of this slurry. Well, there's one more left, care to join me?’

He's lying. Not only he did know that it was your breakfast, he's been deliberately choosing your box for several weeks (he obviously takes some strange pleasure in thinking that you cooked this food with your own hands). You could have easily exposed his shenanigans, if there was even a shred of hope that this circus would stop.

‘Go to hell’, you wave your hand wearily and sit beside him. ‘Bunny, if you're starving, just say so. We’ll start a charity fund. I think it should be enough for you at least for a couple of months’.

He snorts, wiping the crumbs on his sleeve, and deftly puts his hand on the back of the bench behind you. That's it, you're now sitting like a cute couple, only a cocktail with two straws is missing. You pick up a a fork absentmindedly, then take a small bite. Perhaps the syrup was indeed superfluous.

‘How is your Latin? The last translation was a tricky one’, he asked casually, and if you didn’t know him so well you might have thought that he had actually done it.

You wrinkled your nose as you opened your textbook to a bookmarked page, and Bunny reached for it eagerly. Immediately, you lightly slapped him on the palm of his hand: ‘Hey, wash your hands first. The last one you say?’

‘Actually’, he coughed shyly, ‘the third one would also be nice to check’.

You open the first exercise without asking any more questions. You want to get mad at Bunny, and he obviously tries his best to help you with this, but in vain: he’s just too sweet in his spontaneity. Di immortales, if only he wasn't so annoying! Last week you caught him waist-deep in your locker, and five minutes later you forgave him from the bottom of your heart.

Luckily for him, that night Bunny was too busy breaking into your room while being drunk and then had a long argument with your roommate Anika, and then fell asleep peacefully in the hallway. 

He never knew what fatum had not befallen him.

#tsh #the secret history #bunny corcoran #headcanon #the secret history x reader #bunny corcoran x reader #yandere behavior #am i sorry or am i excited #donna tartt #dark acamedia

[mpregstory]

FREAKSHOW (Halloween 2022 Special)

(This story is based on real events. However, many scenes, locations and plots are fictional)

The year is 1873. Circus has spread and this year promises to be an incredible number of tickets. P.T. Barnum's booth has featured various "freaks" in his freak shows over the years to promote his museum of curiosities. This year the main attraction that sold out all box office numbers: Jacob, the pregnant boy.

Jacob has been homeless since he was 15. His life so far has consisted of travelling, surviving and finding a new home. Unfortunately, however, his fate did not seem to be under a lucky star. He was raped on a quiet street corner when he was just 17 and months later he was found by P.T. Barnum due to his growing abdomen. Barnum promised Jacob a place to sleep, enough food, and a chance to start a new life. All Jacob should do is go traveling with Barnum and market himself as "The Pregnant Boy". However, Barnum was not concerned with saving a life, but with the profit he would make on Halloween 1873. By his reckoning, he could announce Jacob as a special and offer the birth of a real child from a man's body as the finale.

"Jack? Jack!" Still stuck in his dream, Jacob is shaken awake by Spencer, his companion. Spencer came to the Circus to coincide with Jacob's birthday 2 months ago. He was hired by Barnum to take care of Jacob as a job and make sure everything went smoothly. Jacob opens his eyes and looks up at Spencer, whose black hair is hanging slightly over his face. He wears a white shirt that covers his defined chest. Jack rubs his eyes, then his massive baby bump, and wearily asks, "What time is it?"

"The sun's already up. The others are already eating. I thought I'd bring you and babyboy the food because you were so exhausted yesterday," Spencer tells him.

Jacob takes the plate, scoots aside and Spencer sits on the edge of the bed and watches Jack start eating the bread. "Man your belly is really, really big now," Spencer jokes while looking straight into Jacob's eyes. It is an intense look and at that moment Jacob notices something he had never really felt before. It's like a protective aura and a sense of security. Since Spencer has been around, he's always been Jacob's dearest person. They have been talking a lot lately. Jacob is snapped out of his thoughts as Spencer pulls up Jacob's shirt and rubs his stomach with his large hands. However, Jack has a particularly strange, comfortable feeling when Spencer goes deeper into his lower stomach area. It's weird, but Jacob never wants to lose Spencer.

The day again proves to be very strenuous. Lots of back pain and while Spencer was always within reach to help, Jacob realizes his pregnancy is coming to an end. The belly also is very restrictive when moving and he can hardly sit at the table with everyone else as his big belly gets in the way. He eats and then gets up and decides to go for a walk in the nearby field. A few minutes later, Spencer follows, bringing a sheet and helping Jacob sit on it. They both stare at the stars for a few minutes and then Spencer breaks the silence and says, "There's a lot of stuff that feels weird right now. I'm thinking about things I never thought I would think about and I'm feeling something inside that is really complicated." Jacob is puzzled, but understands exactly what Spencer means since he has started thinking about things as well. Yet he asks, quite unknowing, "And what are these things?"

There is a moment of silence between the two, but then Spencer straightens up a little, looks a little at Jacob and says, "I think I've fallen in love."

At this moment, however, Jacob's mood changes. In his last thoughts, he came to the fact that he sees more in Spencer than just a friend for the future. He's hurt by this because he knows that a man can't be with a man and he's just realizing that the future he wanted to have up until now will unfortunately not come about. "Do you want to tell me who she is," Jacob then asks, devastated by the feelings he's been developing for Spencer over the past few weeks.

"I think telling you this will change our future, so you really want to know?" Jacob nods and looks deep into Spencer's eyes.

"I've fallen in love with this guy named Jacob who's actually lying next to me right now", Spencer says.

Jacob's heart stops short at this moment and he takes off with his feelings and can hardly believe that this is happening. He also straightens up a bit and then bends over Spencer with his big belly and then kisses him on the mouth. It feels like forever, but as Jacob closes the kiss, he replies, "I have the same feelings about you, too." Only a few seconds after they have smiled in each other's faces, however, reality returns. Spencer hugs Jacob, both crying a bit, and whispers softly, "Someday we'll be free and we'll be free to love each other anywhere. I promise."

Spencer helps Jacob sit up again, but then Jacob convulses a little, holds on to Spencer and takes a deep breath. "What's wrong, Jacob? You're okay," Spencer asks, concerned. "I…I think that was a contraction." Spencer immediately realizes the seriousness of the situation and wants to take Jacob to his tent, but then he is interrupted by Barnum, who was just looking for the two because the show has already started. "Great! That's Showtime! Spencer, carry Jacob to our booth and I'll call the show!"

It wasn't exactly what Spencer intended, but neither of them had a choice.

The masses of people have already gathered in front of the big curtain and now follows Barnum's announcement: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this year's Halloween freak show and a very special guest, 'The Pregnant Boy'! He is only 18 years old and still doomed to give birth to a devilish child. And you can be there. But don't worry, nothing will happen to you!" Spencer did not agree with these derogatory words nor with the current situation. Jacob is already seated on the introduction couch with only a shawl around his pelvis and Spencer is with him briefly and whispers to Jacob, "You are beautiful and wonderful. I love you. I'm always there for you. Don't have any Scared, I'm only 5 meters away from you. I'm sorry." Spencer gives Jacob a quick kiss and then disappears to one side and the curtain is opened.

The shocked looks and sometimes small screams make Jacob unsure. In addition, Barnum, who comes close to Jacob, presses on his stomach and mocks the movements of the child. The contractions get stronger and soon Jacob starts moaning in pain. Again and again he is asked to position himself differently on the couch until Jacob is no longer overwhelmed by the pain. Barnum grabs him by his shoulder and drags him to the other side of the couch while Jacob's water breaks. The amniotic fluid, but also some blood, runs out of his birth canal and stains the towel.

Spencer immediately storms onto the stage while not only Jacob screams in pain, but also the audience in disgust. Spencer pushes Barnum aside, grabs under Jacob's shoulders and legs, and with him in his arms, runs as fast as he can with no idea where to protect Jacob. Jacob grabs his stomach and screams in excruciating pain and after a few minutes, Spencer settles Jacob down in a place where they are safe for the time being. Jacob wants to scream, but Spencer has to keep his mouth shut and tries to calm Jacob down. "Pssst. It's fine. Everything will be fine. I'm here. You're safe. Spencer slowly removes the towel around Jacob's pelvis and sees the bleeding birth canal and the child's head covering. Spencer immediately takes off his shirt and tries that with it to remove some blood. But then Jacob starts to push and it doesn't take long until Spencer holds the child in his hands and Jacob can also put the baby in his arms. Spencer wants to lie down next to Jacob, but then Jacob starts again to scream and they both realize that Jacob is not done yet. They are twins. Again Spencer helps to bring the second child into the world and after a few minutes this is done and Spencer holds the second child in his arms. Both are boys.

Five years later

It was a difficult time. Both babies were born healthy and Jacob and Spencer have managed to find a home for themselves without showing their love in public. A house far from a village where they both can watch their sons grow up. And they are both expecting another child.

Ad: Hello to all my followers! Thanks for reading my Halloween special 2022. Unfortunately, I don't have a wide knowledge of literature to do justice to the style of the 18th century language, but I still hope you enjoyed the story. If you liked it, please leave a like and reblog the post if you want. Happy Halloween!

#mpreg #malepregnancy #pregnancy #fiction #birth #giving birth #givingbirth #labor #labor pain #contractions

[planetwaynez]

Sun setting.

Dick Grayson X fem!reader.

I wrote this bc I am lonely and got a wave of inspiration before studying!!!!

This is basically Dick and the reader in Italy and he proposes to her, it's a scenario that I love fantasizing about. Getting engaged while the sun is setting.

Enjoy!!

Sometimes he couldn't believe where he was. He couldn't believe he was traveling around and that it was with you. He missed the feeling of traveling around without worrying about anything, but having this feeling with you was totally different from when he was in the Circus with his parents.

Dick watches you with tenderness and love while you talk with the old lady selling flowers. You Italian was good and you kept talking even after you had your flowers in hand. He was a few feet away, buying calzone for the both of you eat before going back to the hotel. The sun kissed your skin beautifully and he felt even more in love with you. Your hair was hidden by your sun hat and you giggle every time the old lady says something funny.

Your sundresses made you look even more cute and gentle than you normally look like. Dick could feel his heart warm.

You looked in his direction and smiled. That smile he knows intimately, the one that says you are the happiest at the moment, that nothing could sour your mood. You said your goodbyes to the old lady and walked over to him, still smiling and your cheeks were red and your eyes were glowing.

He handed you your calzone and you thanked him, taking your first bite.

"Happy?" Dick asks, smiling softly at you and you giggle a little.

"Very much." You tell him after you swallow your mouthful.

"I am happy to hear that, sweetheart." Dick takes the flowers from your hands, letting you fix your sun hat and your hair, your smile never leaving your face. "Let's take a walk."

You agree with him, automatically taking his hand in yours. Dick squeezes your hand, trying to avoid a fit of giggles from erupting of his chest. You are adorable and entirely his.

He couldn't believe that you are with him, in Italy, walking around in Amalfi like if you are a part of the landscape. You two eat your food, talk about your conversation with the old lady and giggle like two teenagers in love when taking pictures together.

Dick couldn't believe he was having a break and that he was just Dick Grayson, enjoying his trips with this future fiancée. He proposing that night, just the two of you, wine and good food. He can't wait for it. He can't wait to the you wearing the ring he chose for you and he knows you will love it. It's just so you.

The ring, Italy, the food, the sundress, the sun hat, everything was just so remarkably you that he felt overwhelmed sometimes.

"Look, the sun is setting!" You excitedly point out, making Dick look in the direction where the sun was setting, behind a building in the middle of the street. "I want a picture there." You say, pointing with you chin the building.

"I take one for you." He says, ready to please you as much as you want.

"No. I want a picture of us in there." You clarify, looking for someone to take the picture for you.

"Really?" He asks, feeling a fuzziness in his chest and head.

"Obviously!" You answer, not looking away from the street. When a teenage couple passes by, you ask them for the picture and they happily agree to help you out.

So you give them you phone and drag Dick to stay in front of the building, a few feet away from it. The sun hits you both from behind, making it look like you were deitys in the middle of the street. However, Dick thought differently. He thought it was the perfect spot to purpose to you.

There wasn't a lot of people around anymore. Only the teenage couple waiting for you to saddle and take the picture and a few other people in a coffeehouse. That's it, he is proposing.

He let's go of your hand e goes to the teenage couple, leaving you confused.

"Dick?" You call out, nervous that you won't get your picture since the sun was going away quickly.

He smiles to you and turns to the girl holding your phone.

"Can you please record instead of taking a picture?" He asks her in a perfect Italian, the girl only nods, not interested in Dick's antics.

So when he walks in your direction, she hits the record button, watching closely with her boyfriend what Dick would do. He stands next to you, heart racing and warm cheeks. You look at him with a confused look in your eyes and a hesitant smile.

"What happened?" You ask, holding his hands between your body's.

"What happened is that I fell for you really hard." He answered, and you think it's one of his flirts and only giggle.

"I know that." You tell him as if it was a secret, as if you weren't so obviously in love with each other.

"So, that's why I am doing this right now" He says, getting in only one knee in front of you. You gasp, shocked.

The girl recording is closer now, to get every word of Dick into the video. The few people at the coffeehouse are staring curiously at the scene.

"I love you so much that every time you smile I feel my heart warm and my head fuzzy. You are the first person I think when I wake up and the last one I think of when I go to sleep." He let's go of one of your hands to get the velvet box in his pocket. "I get happy when you are happy and I get sad when you are sad. I feel my soul calling for yours when we are a part for too long and I can't get enough of your giggles and your baking."

Dick let's go of your other hand, opening the velvet box smoothly. A delicate solitary ring sits there, waiting for you. It's made of silver and the stone, the sapphire, sitting there is a color shade too close to the color shade of his Nightwing suit.

"So I ask you, would you be my lovely wife?" You feel the tears running down your face, and you smile at him, beaming with happiness.

"Of course I will!" You answer and he puts the ring on your finger. The people watching applause, happy to see a young couple getting engaged.

Dick gets up and kisses you on the lips, holding your waist tightly. The sun is setting behind the both of you, bathing you both with warmth and brightness.

"I love you." You tell him, in a worshipping whisper.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He tells you, in the same tone of worship in a form of a whisper.

And you both giggle, warm and sweet and happy. And even after, laying on the bed, watching again the video, Dick couldn't believe the life he is living after so much tragedies.

He looks at you and sees hope and his future and he couldn't be happier. Dick falls asleep tangled in you and heart warm and content.

#dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson headcanon #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson fic #nightwing #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #reader insert #reader imagine #dick grayson is nightwing #venus writes #planetwaynez #planetwaynezwrites #dc #dc fic #dc imagines #batboys imagine #batboys #dick grayson x y/n #fanfic #dick grayson fanfic #he is my baby #he is my meow meow #and he is in italy #italy #italy trip

[novathesheltie]

Resource guarding and dog friendliness, an update

An update on Nova's reactivity and dog aggression/friendliness and how it's all related to his resource guarding (duh me).

Before

So Nova used to be very reactive. He's gotten in fights with dogs. He's bitten dogs. He's snapped at puppies. He's made a dog bleed. On leash, off-leash, you name it. Small dog, big dog, giant breed, you betcha. He's gone for anyone. He used to be triggered more by big fluffy dogs, particularly huskies, malamutes, and Samoyeds. But, really, anyone was at risk. Any dog accepted in Nova's inner circle first passed a lengthy selection process that went on inside Nova's head. Sometimes long exposure to a dog from a distance, with treats given every time he looked towards it, helped ease his reactivity. There was an instance where he went from rabid dog to friendly dog by doing just that. It wasn't a reliable technique despite several good results. He also had lived with at least one other dog his entire life, either Koa or Laska. We lived with Koa and a boxer for the last few months in the states.

Today

We've been in France for the last 6 months. We don't live with another dog, but we do see dogs every day, often the same ones. I take him out for 1hr walk every day after class. 20min to get to the park, 20min doing parkour at the park, 20min to get home. At home, he has the pleasure of living with two other housemates as well. He's content. His needs are met.

The first month or so, I avoided other dogs on walks to avoid piling up any problems as I was still dealing with the move. The biggest thing, however, is that I stopped taking my treat pouch on walks. I got lazy, essentially. I was happy to be back in my hometown, and I was glad to let myself slowly re-adapt to this lifestyle.

Turns out, this was an excellent decision. No taking the treat pouch. No treats have been distributed on walks since then. None. Not treats, not kibble, nothing.

Result? Nova stopped seeing me as a food dispenser. Nova stopped worrying about food on walks. Nova stopped worrying about his resource being threatened. Thus, Nova stopped resource-guarding me. Nova became "friendly". He greets other dogs, now. He's nice to them, and sometimes he even offers to play. It's clear he's not the best-socialized dog-he gets the zoomies with old dogs who aren't up to play, or with dogs clearly exhibiting aggression. He gets shy and reserved with playful dogs. He's still very stiff when another dog sniffs him-which, you'd say, "that's not good", but it's Nova's way of climbing those stairs to being okay with the interaction. A second later and he's acting normal sniffing the other dog. He's unsure, and he's not 100% comfortable, but he's still seeking the greeting and goes through the interaction with flying colors. I still make sure the greeting is destined to go well-I watch for any sign that may say otherwise, I keep the interaction short. I act very nonchalantly (continue on walking, calling Nova's name, or letting the leash looser if he's leashed) (if he's not on a leash, it's bc we're on a hike with minimal chances of encountering dogs, or we're at the park doing parkour.)

Nova hasn't gotten into a fight since we got back to France. Nova hasn't resource guarded in the company of strangers (dogs) once. He's shown his teeth at the appropriate moments. He's told off a dachshund who tried humping him. But he hasn't even acted aggressively when we've both been spooked by the sudden presence of a dog.

It's clear it's gotten quieter in his head. I mean, don't get me wrong, there's still a full-blown circus going up there, but the anxiety regarding food is gone. And thus, I have a much more stable dog at the other end of the leash.

What are our reinforcers, you ask? I still train with him, of course, though I am happy the bulk of it is done already. Today, we use play and freedom as rewards. It makes our walks much more interactive and much more pleasant, too. I feel like I am constantly conversing with Nova. We're constantly telling each other things, doing things, and directly interacting with our surroundings. A reward for ignoring a dog is to jump on a bench five meters away. A reward for listening during our walk is to be let off leash immediately as we get to the park. His reward for having perfect recall is to high-five me (he loves it) and "okay!" -> his cue to go do whatever he wants. Sometimes he goes back to sniff or goes up ahead to explore, sometimes he stays with me.

This means that we can walk in the park off-leash and I don't have to worry about Nova causing trouble. Most of the time now, he ignores dogs. He'd rather be with me and play. It also means that, even during a walk where we're kind of both doing our own thing (him sniffing, me on my phone) I can recall him and say "leave it" as he's running towards me and ignoring the dog he's running past.

It's a relief, and a happiness that is beyond description seeing Nova like this. I wish I had done this from the start, not using treats for his training. He's incredibly food motivated and will work tooth and nail even for a piece of lettuce, but the anxiety he gets from it is not worth it.

He's still not the silent, "at peace" dog, he is very vocal and very expressive still and has many things to say on a daily basis, including seeing dogs. But it's not aggression, it's not resource guarding, it's curiosity, want, general basic reactivity (like, "holy heck what is THAT?!", "It's a fluffy bush, Nova", "No DUDE, I swear, it's not that", "yes it is now come on and stop being weird", "BUT BRO", etc.) (or, "omg can i go see that dog over there pls...", "no", "im literally cryin why are u so mean:(", "dude stop whining", etc.) It's not 100% perfect, he is still Nova, after all.

But...he is much happier and much more stable in that nogging of his, and that's what matters.

#text #dog training #dog reactivity #dog aggression #resource guarding #nova

[random-filipino-lurker]

The role of Imps from Helluva Boss in Hell

Just sharing some random thoughts on this particular topic. Basically, what I know and understand of some things related to the topic at hand. I’m pretty sure there are many who are familiar with much of what is discussed here and it needs not being said. However, I’ll just share my thoughts nonetheless at the very least to make more aware what I believe are very obvious concepts.

In the Hell of Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel, Imps are one of the lowest classes of Hell alongside Hellhounds. In a number of livestreams and such, they are said to be specifically the “blue collar workers” of Hell’s society. Although this isn’t directly spoken to the audience, this is very much shown in a number of episodes to being the case for them and it’s pretty much guaranteed that those familiar with the concept on some level would instantly recognize what’s going on.

For those who may not be familiar with the concept, blue collar workers are basically those who work the tedious, mundane, manual, and in many cases dirty jobs. They are the baristas, the sewer workers, the fire fighters, the farmers, the fast food restaurant workers, the butlers, and other such personnel that most people usually don’t think too much about, especially those who are young kids with big dreams of growing up to being somebody important who changes the world.

When it comes to blue collar workers, what they do often goes unnoticed despite being essentially the unsung heroes of their communities since they do the essential ground work from the bottom that supports the rest of society that most other people don’t want to do. They are basically worker ants and in a much more darker view, the modern day equivalent of slaves without being slaves on a technicality.

That being said, blue collar workers are not universally the poorest of the poor in any given society. Some are more richer than others but not rich enough to be considered super rich. Likewise, some are more poorer than others but not poor enough to be super poor. There are also some who are much more nearer the middle. Then there are some who are really extremely rich and some who are really extremely poor however those are the outliers and not the norm.

In essence, blue collar workers are understood to be in general average joes and belonging in general to the middle class.

Thus is this is what the Imps in Helluva Boss are albeit with a more Hellish twist. What this ultimately means is that Imps in general don’t live really exotic lives nor have absolutely shitty existences like some other works of fantasy  take it to the extreme and that may not be everyone’s cup of tea but it fits in the type of fantasy the world of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss is clearly going for which was established from the very start.

With that said, here is a list of instances that convey the idea that Imps are meant to be blue collar workers besides I.M.P:

The Imp fire fighters shown in the episode Murder Family

That one recurring Imp butler whose job seems to be to hold the old timey rotary phones that Stolas and Stella use

The carnies who work in Loo Loo Land

The more mundane jobs taken by Wally Wackford the recurring obvious joke character who has a different job in practically every appearance who can be compared to other similar characters like the cameo characters modeled after Matt Mercer in The Legend of Vox Machina

 The multiple Imp farmer characters introduced in The Harvest Moon Festival. Special mention to that one scene where Millie’s brothers load up jack o'lanterns unto their Pa’s truck.

 The various Imps who work at Ozzie’s such as Lithe the stagehand

The multiple Imp servants of Stolas first seen in the episode The Circus

The Imp movers seen in the episode Seeing Stars

Now as a closer, I guess I should say did any of what I shared points to conveying what the apparent role of Imps within Hell as seemingly intended by Viv is supposed to be? Or to be more specific, does this convey what job in general are the Imps supposed to serve in Hell’s society? Then the answer I would say is yes. They are ultimately doing the core idea of what a blue collar worker is supposed to do, menial manual labor.

Does this show them as a lower class that’s supposed to be oppressed? To that I would answer “Umm, that’s not the question being asked”. The question was what do the Imps do, not whether or not they are being properly portrayed as being as  oppressed. Or in other words, what's the Imps' job in general in Hell, not are the Imps being depicted as an oppressed slave race.

Granted, they are some instances in some of the examples I cited and elsewhere however from what I guess I can see is that while those two may be linked in some capacity especially given the type of story, that might be over-complicating a question and not focusing directly on what is exactly being asked.

I get that some don’t really want/like the Imps to be just be mundane blue collar workers as they much prefer something more fantastical and etc. but that’s more of a subjective preference rather than an objective criticism. Plus in real life, there’s more than one way for one to be considered lower class via me explaining the concept of blue collar workers, and there’s definitely more than one culture’s concept of a lower class. This as well extends into other works of fiction.

What’s more, I feel like demanding nonstop for a certain fictional race of characters to be depicted as a slave race in a certain way one believes they should be than what they are originally depicted as by the original creator might make things accidentally really uncomfortable if not handled properly regardless of whatever supposed good intentions.

#Helluva Boss #hazbin hotel #random thoughts #random musing #Imps #Helluva Boss Imps

[quetzalpapalotl]

Tag 10 people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @inktheblot <3

Relationship status: [redacted]

Favourite colour: Guess.

Favourite food: this is hard, is not my favorite in general, but chiken nuggest are kind of my go-to

Song stuck in your head: Nanibito mo kataru koto nashi (no one has anything to say)

Last thing you googled: Image search for "dmmd ren bad end" vore go brrr

Time: 5:31 pm

Dream trip: Eh, i suppose traveling anywhere is an experience, it's hard to pick a single place.

Last book you read: House of leaves. I keep forgetting to post my thoughts on it.

Last book you enjoyed reading: House of leaves. It Was An Experience.

Last book you hated reading: sadly, it was a book written by a friend of mine which was... really bad, yeah, I tried so had to like it but... yeah

Favourite thing to cook/bake: I like making soups, though in general cooking just for me is a drag. There are these brownie peannut butter cookies I love to make but I don't have an oven, so no baking for me,

Favourite craft to do in your spare time: I recently joined an art clas because my friends invited me, my progress is small but it has been a lot of fun.

Most niche dislike: Wheat tortillas, tho disliking them is not that niche here, I do hate them more than average it seems.

Opinion on circus(es) now and in history: I know I've been to a circus, I can't remember it. I also have a cousin who considered running away with her trapezist boyfriend, he was really good. I guess I don't know much about them. Years ago they passed a law that forbid spectacle animals like the ones in the circus. Which was good because they were heavily abused. However, there weren't any measures of what to do with the animals, so most of them died. Which goes to show that just making laws that forbid things is pointless if you don't arrange for a system to deal with teh consequences.

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what is the worst way you ever got lost: I have a bad sense of direction because I struggle to conceptualize space as a whole and my memory of places sort of registers everything at its own individual thing. I haven't gotten seriously lost because if I really don't know where I am, I can pull up a map on my phone. But before I had one, when I was a teen, I spend a whole afternoon walking the center of my hometown trying to find this specific place and I couldn't so after tiring of walking I went back home, but that one was just a matter of finding a familiar street so I wasn't really lost.

Tag 10 people: Mmm I'm kinda shy and Lee already tagged like half the people I would have tagged anyway, so I'm just going to tag a few I'm 100% sure won't be presumptuous of me to do so and anyone else can feel free to blame it on me @lord-squiggletits @baebeyza @mocacheezy @megatronismegagone @aturinfortheworse @heliopauseentertainments @withered-tears @heavywithhoping

[princess-of-the-corner]

Okay so, given the expanded main cast: How would Tales of Ba Sing Se play out in the Avatar!Ty Lee AU?

So some of the stories are the same, some are added of course. Some have a minor change. I don't want to go over the ones that are about the same so I'll just ignore them.

Aang: His part is mostly the same. However, as he can't Earthbend in this AU, he enlists the help of others to make the zoo.

Iroh: Don't worry this is going to be 99% the same. But this time we have at least Zuko and Azula with him for the day because like. They remember Lu Ten too, even though he was older than them.

Azula: She ends up taking a page out of Zuko's book for some cosplay vigilantism.

Ty Lee: I mentioned that she yoinked some books on the Air Nomad culture from the Spirit Library, and this is where some of that comes back. She reads the books and realizes that some sort of holiday/ceremony/whatever is coming up, and goes to ask Aang more about it. The two of them try to throw together the celebrations and traditions for it. The whole thing goes a little sideways, since they don't have quite all the things that they usually would(whether it be intruments or just traditional food). But they're happy with what they do!

Mai: Hers is just.... very subtle. It seems like just her going about her day. Interacting casually with the rest of the Gaang. But it does get juxtaposed with flashbacks to her childhood. Being cold and closed off and quiet. Just a little bit to see how she's much more open and trusting with them.

Zuko: Jin my beloved!!! Jin still shows up and she thinks both Zuko and Sokka are cute and is debating on which one to ask out. She does end up going for Zuko and he explains their whole polyship thing(incredeibly awkwardly). She's down for that, actually, though she has to wait to meet Suki and decide on her(spoiler: they hit it off). She and Zuko still go on their fist date pretty close to Canon. Though 1.) Zuko doesn't make up a lie about the circus, he just says most of them are runaways and 2.) Jin totally figures out that he's a Firebender from the whole lantern thing(and guesses that at least some of the others are also from the Fire Nation.) However, she doesn't know who they are, believing they're just some sort of refugees.

#avatar!ty lee au

[petulant-poet]

Uhhh just go off about the tv tma? What’s the plot or does it follow the one on the podcast? Set in another time?

OH BOY OH BOY OKAY SO:

the tma tv channel, also known as channel 15, is basically a channel reserved for avatars and entities of fear to broadcast fear across the world. It's a hard channel to find, but the people who find it come away either wiser or marked.

as for it's canon compliance, it's compliant in a way that no one can really prove it didn't happen. because it pulls in some key characters, but never really strays or takes away from the plot.

now, onto some shows you'll find on the channel!

We of course need to start off with Annabelle Cane’s children’s show itself, Miss Muffet’s Storytime Corner! It’s a puppet show (obviously), and tells a different fairy tale or nursery rhyme each episode, but with a more horrific twist where it starts off cutesy but gets more and more fucked up as the episode goes on and is clearly catering to a specific fear. This way, Annabelle can spread the web’s influence and create more potential avatars and fodder in children.

Jared Hopworth’s often dropping infomercials to advertise his services, ranging from an excellent butcher to bodybuilder to eccentric gardener. You can find the EXACT post that this came from and got this au started here by @yamiiino!

There are of course other advertisements on the channel, such as Breekon and Hope’s shipping goods and the Fairchild Amusement park, “Where you’ll go so high you’ll never want to see the ground again!” Jared just happens to be the most frequent figure in ads.

Jonathan Sims has a small children’s show on the program no less, one that informs children on what the fears are and how to generally avoid them. This is where it gets tricky with canon compliance because I’m imagining that his show kicks off during season 4, when he needs a pick-me-up from Martin and Daisy suggests starting a tv show. They do that, and it’s a small show they film in the archives for fun and are completely caught by surprise when it suddenly ended up on television, polished, with music, and everything (courtesy of the Spiral and the Web). They only got to do 15 episodes before everything went to shit in the Fearpocalypse, unfortunately. This idea was inspired by one of @trensu‘s posts, which you can find here!

Of course, it can’t be a decent channel without at least one News show! On Today in Terror, a Beholding-led station, you’ll find all of the latest news about new avatars, ritual attempts, big events, and occasionally on-the-scene news stories! So on the scene, you might even see yourself sitting on your couch on television! They also have their own version of cringe comps, where they pull up the latest fails in trying to capture victims for the entities and how they were outsmarted so greatly.

Every day around noon though, Channel 15 will broadcast messages and live psalms from the different cults and churches around. From the Cult of the Lightless Flame to the Church of the Divine Host, it’s never a dull moment when the preacher opens their mouth and you listen closely...

Oliver has his own show on the channel as well! His channel, Looking to the Edge, he explains the mortality of everything on earth, even the thing keeping him alive right now. He then gives a list of people who will die within the day, and goes on to ramble about anything and nothing with any callers. Hey, he paid for his half hour, he’ll use it as he likes. 

Next up, we have the music hour! Primarily held by Grifter’s bone, the music hour can be chaotic to put it nicely. However, they do get other musicians stemming from other fears on the hour as well, and it brings in a nice mix of terror for everyone to enjoy! (for some idea of other songs I IMPLORE you to listen to @daughter-of-prospero’s Music of the Fears album)

Next up: the Home Hunters show! Starring Helen Distortion, this show takes an unsuspecting couple or family that goes to Helen to move and makes their life a living nightmare, slowly changing their house into nothing but another part of the Distortion. Every episode is a different theme on how she’ll fuck with them, and each episode offers Helen free food as well.

There’s a cooking show on the channel as well! A joint effort of the Corruption and the Flesh, the show takes on the bloody world of cooking, all from scratch! the food almost always comes out bloody and misshapen with an eye here and a rib there, or the food will end up looking ten years older, with mold and mushrooms growing all over it. It never goes well for the unwilling taste tester for the food, to say the least.

Nikola also has a circus show! It always takes place in a different popular theater around the world, and shows dances, strange stuffed animal amalgams, and performers that move in ways that shouldn’t be but entrance you all the same...

At the end of the day, the channel broadcasters always say goodbye to the viewer by name and the screen switches to waves lapping on a shore, fog all around the screen to the point you could swear it was pouring out. Best not to sleep in front of the television on those nights!

and that’s a day on channel 15!

#the magnus archives #tma au #Annabelle Cane #Jonathan Sims #Daisy Tonner #Jared Hopworth #Oliver Banks #Grifter's Bone #the beholding #the lonely #the corruption #the flesh #the web #the spiral #the slaughter #Breekon and Hope #Helen Distortion #Simon Fairchild #Nikola Orsinov #BOY that's a lot of tags #feel free to shoot questions or suggestions!

[nxrthmizu]

CADYYYYYY I FLY HERE after seeing your milestone event!!! Congratulations on your achievement, you deserve the world!!! ❤️

So to hop on to this event and celebrate with you, may I request for a special one:

Iwaizumi + 70,000 miles away?? 👀

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pairing | iwaizumi hajime x reader

w.c | 1.3k 

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mornings for the general married couple consists of whispered 'mornin's, hushed breaths, and knowing that there'll be a warmth on the other side of the bed for the days to come. in the words of your mother, who was one of the few lucky ones to find happiness in an arranged marriage— 'there is nothing more beautiful than waking up beside a soul who'll give up the world for you'.

years of living with your parents has given you an insight on the marriage you want to live with til' your hair becomes snowy white. as a kid, you would wake up on the weekends to the delighted giggles of your mother as your father envelops her in his embrace, commenting on the sweet aroma of the two-in-one coffee she's brewing.

"you make the best coffee," your father would say affectionately, pressing a kiss on your mother's cheek as your 'ew' echoes around the kitchen.

"it's instant coffee, dear," your mother rolls her eyes good-naturedly, playfully shoving him off. "anyone can make it."

"it's different!" protests your father indignantly, as if he's prepared to defend his opinion with his life. "your coffee is unique. it's brewed with your love."

at this, your mother turns away to look at you, shaking her head. "your father is an idiot." there is no bite in her words, however, because she looks completely enamoured by the man who is dramatically sipping his instant coffee, swirling it in the Darlie mug that came with buying two tubes of toothpaste.

your mornings aren't quite like that, however. your mother wakes to her husband peppering kisses on the back of her neck; you wake to a void beside you and a ding! of your phone.

[hajime] 6.47am

good morning, darling.

did you sleep well?

the slumber in your eyes makes you want to feel annoyed— but the words on the screen coax it out of you, leaving you with a buzzing warmth in your chest. there is no husband enveloping you with his body heat, but there is a husband across the phone screen, making his best out of the situation. it's honestly amazing— even 70,000 miles away, hajime can induce a lukewarm flush in your heart.

his seven words might not seem like much, but you know better. he texts you at exactly 6.47 in the morning— two minutes after your alarm goes off, which gives you sufficient time to roll around after you wake. 

there’s no way you can resist the smile dancing across your lips when your phone rings. ‘you have an incoming call’, your phone says in hajime’s voice, and you let the call go unanswered for a moment longer just to hear your husband try his best not to burst into laughter as he repeats the phrase. eventually, you slide your finger towards the green ‘receive’, pressing the speaker to your ear as you flop back onto the mattress. 

“good morning, sleepyhead.” his voice soothes you like a warm cup of mushroom soup, distributing a comfort you didn’t know you missed throughout your vessels and organs. “did you sleep well?” 

“yeah.” you mumble, feeling like a naive teenager living their first love when your heart performs five cartwheels in a row. for a moment, you consider signing your cardiac muscle up for the circus. “i missed you.” 

his laugh crackles through your speaker. “me too, darlin’. just a couple more weeks. hang on until then, alright?”

“have you eaten yet?” you ask, doing a quick mental calculation to figure out what time it is where he’s at. just about time for dinner. 

“yeah. instant noodles and microwavable dumplings from the convenience store. i’m best friends with the owner now,” he jokes, “i’m there every other night. i’ve tried out just about every food they have in there.” 

a frown crosses your lips. “when you get back, i’ll make all your favourites.” you declare, upset that your husband has to resort to eating cheap konbini foods. he’s doing his best from day-to-night, working his ass off to train that overseas volleyball team, giving his all to beat them into shape before the season starts. by the time he finishes work, he’s too tired to cook anything than microwavable dumplings. you’re starting to semi-wish that you went with him so he at least has decent food to eat. “i’ll make tofu and that udon you love.” 

“i’m looking forward to it.” hajime replies fondly before a robotic ding! goes off. “oh. my dumplings are done.” the line carries over footsteps, muffled by a pair of slippers, the hollow noise of colliding plates and the beeping of an annoying microwave that you feel like strangling. 

when you close your eyes, you can imagine your husband, phone pressed between his cheek and shoulder as he shuffles across his room, popping the microwave open and waving the steam away. he plates his dumplings with ease, picking the plate up with one hand as he holds his phone with the other. 

“alright, i’m back.” hajime lets you know, setting down his utensils on the plate. the sharp noises make you wince, but you don’t complain. “you should probably start getting ready for work.” 

“hmm.” you hum in reply, feeling reluctant. 

“i’ll call you again before you go to bed,” chuckles hajime, shoving a dumpling into his mouth. “and then i’ll call you tomorrow morning, and tomorrow night, and... what’s the word for the day after tomorrow?” the call blurbs out clicks and clacks as hajime picks up his phone, leaving the call screen to search up the word. 

“i get it, i get it. it’s fine.” you hastily stop him before he actually googles it. “i just... miss you a lot lately. that’s all.” 

he goes silent for a bit, and the insecurities seeded deep down inside you start to grow their roots. what if hajime starts finding you clingy and annoying? 

“i miss you too. more than i want to admit,” hajime confesses softly, sounding slightly vulnerable. “sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night and i want to talk to you, but then i turn around and—” he cuts himself off, sighing. “i want to call you, but you’re at work and i don’t want to disturb you.” 

you know him well enough to know that he’s pursing his lips, and the image of your husband pouting to himself makes a giggle erupt. 

“hey, i’m trying to have a sentimental moment here.” 

“oh, i know, i know. i’m sorry. it’s just— i suddenly imagined you pouting and i couldn’t help it. you’re adorable.” you explain, holding back the stragglers of laughter. “and hajime— you can text me when i’m at work. or you could call.” 

“yeah.” hajime sighs. “i hate not being able to talk to you face to face, though.” 

“me too, love.” you reply, smiling softly to yourself. “but you said it just now, right? a couple more weeks and we’ll see each other again. just hang on till then.” 

“hmm.” 

“i should go get ready for work now.” 

“yeah, you should.” hajime’s words and thoughts can be quite conflicting sometimes, because even though his words are agreeing with you, his tone states that he doesn’t want you to go. 

“the word for the day after tomorrow is overmorrow, by the way.” 

“oh! right.” 

“enjoy your dumplings and noodles.” 

“i will.” 

“and sleep early.” 

“yes yes.” 

“and remember that you can text me even if i’m at work.” 

“mm.” 

“remember that i love you.” 

“i love you too.” 

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if i’m being honest this prompt was kind of personal cause... well there’s this guy who i (kind of) dated back in high school but he moved like. half the globe away and uh... yeah. i still text him from time to time cuz we’re still friends :P 

haikyuu!! gen taglist: @haru-senji @hikari-writes @whootwhoot @folkloeren @definitely-yours @knmiakira @rirk-ke @cemeiia @animegirlweeb @mitzwinchester  @haikyuushuffle 

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Milestone Event: Requests Open!

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! fluff #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader fluff #iwaizumi hajime fluff #iwaizumi hajime x y/n #iwaizumi hajime x you #[ris writes]—✧

[incorrect-mha-bnha]

BNHA Headcanons once more

Villain Izy is amazing, delicious food to me. Love the complexity and the way I can make him utterly twisted in a severe way. However, I know it’s plausible for Bak to be the root of his hate... but I may have something else be the main source and leave him as collateral damage. Shouldn’t he hate the society he lives in? Wouldn’t he go bigger, broader? Forget Bak and his childish behavior. Where did he learn all of that from? What was the root of the discrimination? The societal set standard for acceptability? Yeah, sure, Bak was an asshole and out of line— but oh please, if you think Izy wouldn’t logically think bigger in his revenge. The discrimination comes from the messed up society and you better believe he is coming for it. It’s crooked out look on people’s worth based upon whether they posses a quirk or not. It’s idiotic, horrific. Personally, if I happened to be in their universe? I’d be a villain. No hero, no hero loving civilian or a vigilante. Hell no, I’d be a villain and fighting the system.

I personally like black Mina, blasain Deku, Latino Sero, Samoan Kirishima and people also have mentioned Latino/light skinned Bakugo which I don’t mind or see the fault in either

For Shigarakis birthday, everyone got together and made him hand shaped soaps. He opened the box, peered inside to see a bunch of different colored hand shaped soaps and glared at them all. Of course Shig uses them, but the thought was annoying yet thoughtful.

Personally I have many ships and groups I am behind. With that said, they have been given names (only a few so far since I’m focusing on the ones I have been/will be posting about the most). They range from friendship to actual ship which will be noted as ‘f’ and ‘s’..... Wonder Trio©️ (Bak, Kiri and Mina ~ f). Core Three©️ (Izy, Bak and Todd ~ either or). Fatal Four©️ ( todokiribakudeku ~ s). Forsaken©️ (Vil!Izuku, Dabi, Shigs ~ f).

Let’s get some normal teenage HCs going..... Kirishima, Bakugo, Izy and Ochaco have stretch marks... Kirishima has them from his quirk— it’s sudden development of unbreakable, Izuku from his intense fast growth for the quirk, and Bakugo as well..... For her quirk, Momo would need to store more energy which means she would be chubbier and that’s closer to canon in the manga (Ochaco is also not super thin like they showed in the manga).

Todoroki doesn’t wake up until the afternoon on some days, same can be said for half the others.

Kaminari moans in the back of class

Sero doesn’t talk much, he is more laid back. So I believe he’d walk behind the Bakusquad or in the grass.

When the Bakusquad goes out, Bakugo hangs towards the front. He says it’s because he doesn’t want to be near them, but in reality he wants to keep a lookout for any danger and protect them all first. It also is because of the LOV incident.

Kirishima notices that, how he is constantly looking around and staring after certain lingering figures until they check out as unthreatening. Kirishima would be the one to look out for Bakugo, as a second pair of eyes with everyone else in on it.

Also along these lines^ Bakugo likes the people he is with to be in his range of site. Same reasonings as above. Whenever they are in stores, he keeps them in his peripheral and scans for exits and entrances. Whenever someone leaves his site for a moment, he snaps at them and brings whoever wandered away back to the group. Everyone soon adapted to his constant need to check everyones position and started telling him wherever they intended to go. Mina: Hey, Im going to the shoes section. | Sero: I’m going with Kaminari to the games

Bakugo doesn’t like people behind him.. once again, same as above^ so I believe Kirishima would ease Bakugo’s nerves by touching his back as he leaves his peripheral and passes through his blind spots to ensure Bakugo is always aware of his position.

Denki is Mitsuki’s favorite. It just makes sense. He is the type to walk in and go “You have such a lovely home”, “You’re 35? Shut up, you don’t look a day over 22” “Bakugo listen to your mother”, “Let me help with the groceries”. Tell me I’m wrong. You can’t. Ugh. Also I semi ship adult Denki with Mitsuki, as well as hc him to have been crushing HARD in his teen years.

Bakugo was a leash kid

Midoriya was a stroller kid

Bakugo once owned a pet fish as a kid..... never again. Never. Again.

Denki got extra time during tests because he couldn’t focus

Bakugo, Izy, Aizawa and all the class girls would liberate Eri and teach her to never take shit from men or the hero society. That she is more than a gossip topic or someone to objectify. They would create a powerful hero that knows her worth and wouldn’t take shit from anyone.

Eri makes friendships bracelets with beads for Bakugo and Izy. The three of them match. Izy wears it whenever he can along with Eri and Bakugo has it hung up on his cork board.

Eri likes to do makeovers with whoever is unlucky enough to cave. The results of your makeover usually is determined on whether she truly thinks you deserve a makeover or if she just wants to mess your face up. For instance, Izy got a really nice face of makeup with complimenting colors. Meanwhile, Bakugo looked like a circus clown with lipstick in his eye and eyeshadow smeared across his forehead.

Todoroki has no filter. Everyone says it’s because he doesn’t understand social queues (cues?) — they are right... but that’s not the point. The point is Todoroki will say the most out of pocket things without taking a second to question whether it’s a good idea. Everyone had parent day at school and all the parents showed up to get a tour and shadow training. On first sight of seeing Bakugo’s mom, Todoroki just deadpans “milf.” And continues to blank stare like nothing.

Uraraka absolutely decks Bakugo in the face the first time they actually spar together. He isnt one to make it an uneven fight but she proposed the deal of “if I can land one good punch then you’re sparring partner for the week”. Bakugo doubted it would be that good, he’s been hit by Kirishima and Izuku for fucks sake but.. hey a challenge is a challenge. So he hangs his arms by his side and smirks cockily while saying “sure, give me a little love tap or whatever—.” And gets hit so hard he spins and face plants on the floor then doesn’t get up for a few minutes. Everyone collectively gasped then broke into laughter. And yes Izuku recorded it then posted the video everywhere

#dio bnha headcanons

#dio bnha headcanons #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #incorrect mha quotes #bnha incorrect quotes #incorrect bnha quotes #bnha headcanons #bakugou katsuki #bnhaedit #eijirou kirishima #sero hanta #mina ashido #denki kaminari #izuku mydoria #shoto todoroki #uraraka ochacho

[hauntedbythefanficsofmypast]

Roma Marinette pt. 1

Marinette's parents joined a traveling circus a year before Marinette was born. They make all the food that's sold as well as food for their fellow travelers.

Marinette is born in the circus. She is one of three kids. Only one year younger than Dick Grayson, Dickie as she grows up calling him, and five years younger than Johnny Grayson. Dick's nickname for Marinette is Marigold. Marinette takes to the Graysons she and Dick adore each other and all the Graysons love little Mari. With Tom and Sabine's permission they start training her along with Dick. Both kids fast learners with what seems like an ability to completely defy gravity and break its rules.

Dick and Marinette are stuck at the hip learning everything their circus family can teach them. Marinette is the one that decides that they should learn knife throwing and fire spinning. While Dick decides they are going to work out with the strong men and learn how to handle the animals. 

While they are still too young to join in on the trapeze they are allowed in the show. Together they wow crowds doing cartwheels, flips, and complicated floor routines together. Once they are 6 they are allowed to fly with the rest of them. Their shows garner more and more attention, everyone wanting to see the two youngest aerialists in the world.

Everything is perfect in their lives, until they go to Gotham for a show. Dick parents begin acting weirdly, hugging Dick more and more, while looking at him in a resigned manner. This causes both to worry a bit but they don't let it show. When Dick sees people messing with the trapeze both of them brush it off. Before the show they meet the young Drake family and take a picture together. Marinette and Dick are on one knee together with Tim sitting on their bent knees.

When the lines snap Marinette and Dick stand on the boards opposite of each other watching in horror as the lines snap. In minutes both are on the ground near the bodies, Dick crying silently holding his mother's bracelet while Marinette holds him tightly crying herself.

Bruce walks up and talks to the two and is slightly surprised to find that Marinette wasn't their daughter. Marinette smiles weakly telling them she was pretty damn close. Bruce comforts Dick before going to talk with the Commissioner and a Social Worker.

Before the end of the night Dick is packing up his stuff and getting ready to leave with the social worker. Bruce never leaves their sides. Marinette stops Dick from leaving and hands him her stuffed tiger named Sikhaya. Dick hugs it tightly before pulling out his elephant Zitka and giving it to her.

Marinette pulls him into a tight hug sniffling into his shoulder.

Mari- Don't you dare forget me Richard Grayson. We'll find each other again someday Dickie. So until then don't you dare forget me.

Dick- I could never forget you Bluejay. 

Two months later Marinette and her parents leave the circus and settle down in Paris. It breaks their hearts but after the Grayson's tragedy Tom and Sabine find it the best option.

Dick and Marinette don't see each other for a very long time, but they never forget the other.

Zitka is well loved and taken care of. The stuffed animal has a special place on Marinette's bed even when she is an adult. While Dick takes to putting Sikhaya on a shelf when his brothers come into the mix, not wanting it to be destroyed if they become destructive.

Dick grows up as Bruce's son becoming Robin when he turns nine. At thirteen he joins a team of young superheroes, at fifthteen he leaves behind Robin giving the mantle to his new brother Jason. He also begins dating Barbara. They break up a year later when Dick realizes he is continually comparing Barbara to Marinette. When he becomes seventeen he mourns the loss of his brother and nearly kills the Joker, only stopped by Batman. He takes a year break, taking counseling sessions with a reformed Harley Quinn. During his break he meets Tim Drake once again, he doesn't remember him however. He begins training Tim to find solace in acting as a brother again, he also digs up evidence on why the Drakes are terrible parents. Dick encourages Tim to become Robin, his first night out as Robin is Nightwing's return. When he turns 18 he goes to the police academy, and once he graduates he becomes part time and goes to college for business. He is 20 when Red Hood begins targeting the entire family. Jason was not prepared for how vicious Dick got when he shot Tim. Batman once again stops Dick in his anger, telling him once again that neither of his brothers would want him to kill. Jason uses this time to escape from the family and drops into hiding. He hacks into the Batcave and watches the caves videos and reading reports of what's happened since his death. When Jason finally comes back he is ashamed and is surprised when Dick simply hugs him crying. Things are tense between Bruce and Jason, but a few counseling sessions with Harley and their relationship is slowly rebuilding. Shortly after Damian comes into their lives. Dick is quick to knock Damian down when he attacks Tim. He tells Damian that he doesn't care who his mother is, or that he is Bruce's blood son. He slowly brings Damian into the family. While the boy is still distant and mean to the family they all notice he doesn't mean his insults anymore. When Dick is twenty-two he graduates college with a degree in business. He begins working at Wayne Enterprises as well, he mainly works from home and behind the scenes with Mr. Fox. No one outside the company knows he also works there, the entirety of Gotham believes he is just Officer Grayson.

Marinette grows up in Paris with absent parents. They love her but now that they have their own business they only have time for dinner with Marinette. While she is upset she joins gymnastics and aerial arts classes, quickly rising to the position of top student. She also begins going to regular school during her first day. She is so nervous she keeps tripping. The entire class soon begins to view her as clumsy, something that sticks. Even though Marinette only trips afterwards when someone does it on purpose, they choose to ignore the fact she catches herself quickly. While everyone believes she is just clumsy Marinette no one realizes that she is Paris's national champion in Gymnastics. Marinette is so good that they want her on Paris's Olympic team once she turns 16. When she turns ten she realizes she can sell her designs online. She pulls out all her notebooks pulling out her favorite designs and begins to make them all. Once done she creates a website under the name Marigold. On each outfit she hand stitches Mari in gold thread, for a signature marking. Marinette slowly makes friends outside her classmates, while they are nice they all stand by when Chloe attempts to bully Marinette and she doesn't like that. Especially when she sticks up for a few of them, she remains civil and polite to them although in her eyes she is clearly distant. When she is thirteen she becomes friends with Alya, the two girls slowly growing closer. She also develops a crush on Adrien that Alya blows way out of proportion wanting to help her new bestie. While Marinette likes Alya, Dick still holds the spot of best friend in her heart. Marinette also becomes Ladybug, she struggles at first but her years of training in flying helps her greatly and her aim has not deteriorated since leaving the circus. Marinette begins making less clothes and takes up karate classes as well four days go to gymnastics, two go to aerial arts and one to karate. Her three main instructors make the connection to her being Ladybug after a year, when Ladybug uses an aerial move that only she has ever used in front of them. 

Aerial Arts- Madeline Saint Cloud

Gymnastics- Tasha Buchanan 

Karate- Abraham Lebanon

Instead of confronting her the three get together and come up with a way to help Marinette. They start by deciding that Chat Noir either needs to get serious or get lost. One month later they all have solid examples of. why Marinette needs to bench him if he doesn't. It's at that time they confront her. Marinette attempts to lie saying that she isn't but stops when Madeline speaks up.

Madeline- My dear bird, you've never liked lying. You've rarely done it, and because of that you are truly terrible at lying

Marinette is dejected and apologizes to Tikki, but the Kwami just smiles telling Marinette that it wasn't the first time a Ladybug's mentor had found out.

Tikki- It's just never been three before!!

Marinette listens to her instructors carefully before telling them that she agrees. She tells them her partner looks through life with rose colored glasses. That while she does find him kind and silly she doesn't have a crush on him. That she doesn't find him as kind, caring, or as funny as Dick. She pauses after saying this, surprised that she hadn't said Adrien. Her instructors watch her as she closes in on herself taking a moment to sort through her thoughts. Once she is done a stray tear falls from her left eye.

Marinette- After all this time my thoughts still drift back to him…Chaton will never measure up to the person I truly love. His insistence and pushing do nothing more than cause stress on our partnership. I will look into having him either replaced or given one last chance.

That night she lays in bed hugging Zitka close to her chest as she stares out her open trap door at the stars. A few minutes go by and Marinette gets out of bed gently setting Zitka down. She walks over pulling the pictures of Adrien down, as well as his schedule tossing them all in the trash. Once done she climbs out onto her rooftop garden Tikki following her and sitting on Marinette's knee once the girl sits down.

Marinette- Adrien...Adrien Im sorry. I took your act of kindness and compared it to the kindness I use to have daily. Instead of seeing you, I saw Dickie. I thought I loved you, but I loved the kindness you showed me, that reminded me so much of him. I don't love you like that Adrien, instead of wanting to be your girlfriend. I just want to be your friend, so from this day on I will try harder to be that.

Two days later Ladybug tells Chat Noir to meet her on the Eiffel Tower that night after patrol. She tells him that she isn't in love with him and that she never will be. She knows she is coming off harsh and she tells him that, then explains that she needs to because after a year he is still acting like this. Chat is clearly saddened, this causes Ladybug to sigh and hug him.

Ladybug- I know it hurts, but you need to come to terms with this Chaton. You are my partner and you're like a brother to me. My heart is already taken, Chaton I have loved him since I was a child. Even if I was to date another right now I would just continue to compare them to my Robin.

Chat agrees to take things more seriously telling her that he still loves her, but he understands. He promises her that he will not let his feelings get in the way anymore. As the months pass the two become closer and closer. When Lila arrives Adrien already knows that she is lying and takes to avoiding her. When he spots Marinette getting put down by Alya and Nino for telling them Lila was lying he is quick to stand up for her. This causes a split among their classmates they don't want to be mean to Adrien, but he is always with Marinette. Lila is constantly telling the class that Marinette is bullying her and they want to do something but Adrien gets in their way. While Adrien and Marinette get closer they both realize one day that their partner in suits and civies is the same person. After them the two are rarely separate from each other. Gabriel finds Marinette very respectable despite Marinette being Roma, which would caused him to turn up his nose at first. He allows Adrien to spend more time with her, giving him permission to attend her gymnastics competitions. She is fifthteen when she becomes the new Guardian. By the time both are sixteen they have been outcast by their class and forced to the back. However they did not allow this to way down on them. Adrien had gained permission to model for Marinette along with their friends Luka and Kagami, and Jagged and Clara, two of Marinette's most famous clientele. Marigold was a very well known designer however no one knew what she looked like. Marinette never stepped out in public so the media didn't know the designer was a high school student. Marinette was also old enough to try for a spot on the Olympic team. She is sent an email the day of her birthday and Tasha laughs at the subtle begging in the email. Marinette is quick to agree and the four friends go out for dinner to celebrate. Only for it to be ruined when Lila shows up with Alya, Rose, and Alix claiming that they stole the table she reserved. Adrien was going to snap until Marinette placed a hand on his arm. She wiped her mouth standing up gracefully. She smiled politely at the four telling them not to worry the table was open now. The four walk away together not acknowledging Lila's glare. Marinette is seventeen when she participates in the Tokyo Olympics Adrien going with both her and Tasha. She uses Kaalki to get her and Adrien back to Paris for Akuma attacks. She loves her entire time in the Olympic Village. Marinette takes the gold for all four events. She is crying as she stands with her teammates four medals around her neck. Returning to Paris had been wonderful, she was greeted by the President and the Mayor and many fans. Adrien teased her relentlessly over the amount of fans she had. Once they returned to school the entire class demanded to know why Marinette never told them. Marinette simply sighs telling them she never kept it a secret. That she'd told them plenty of time she couldn't do something because of training. The class is really upset and they try to get Bustier on their side and the teacher just sighs softly wishing she never agreed with the Principal to teach Lila Rossi. Bustier knew she wasn't the best teacher but that girl destroyed her reputation by turning her class into the worst in the school. They are eighteen when they begin attending college Marinette for fashion and Adrien business. Marinette is nineteen when she and Adrien take down Hawkmoth only to discover Gabriel Agreste underneath. They hand him over to the cops before heading to the Eiffel tower together. Once there Adrien and Marinette de-transform and Adrien breaks down, Marinette pulls him into a tight hug tear of her own falling. Two months later Adrien sold off his father's company and the mansion. Moving into a cosy apartment with Marinette. Adrien takes the last name Dupain-Cheng and the announce it together on their way to the next Olympics when Marinette is twenty-one. She once again takes home all four gold medals, keeping her title for another four years. They graduate college together at twenty-two, and decide its time for the world to meet Marigold. Marinette reveals herself to the world as Marigold, and everyone in the fashion industry is talking about the young women who built her fashion empire before she was even 18. Adrien takes a job in her company head of PR. When they fully introduce themselves they become known as Marinette and Adrien D.C. The world is talking about the D.C. siblings, most of the conversations being around Adrien no longer going by Agreste. Together they travel the world, nothing changing in their lives until they visit Gotham, and Marigold receives an invitation to the Wayne Charity Event.

Marinette's first stop in Gotham is the place where the Graysons fell. Adrien goes with her hugging her gently as she softly cries. The next day she visits their graves alone, saying hello to the cold stone and asking if they remember her. She leaves flowers on the graves and a letter to each of them, including one to Dick. 

Marinette- Thank you for all you taught me and encouraged me to learn. I never thought I'd use my flying to save peoples lives when I returned to Paris.  Please continue watching over me and Dickie. I'm going to find him, I promise.

She leaves the graves feeling a lighter happy to have visited them once again

When the Charity Event arrived Marinette and Adrien D.C. couldn't wait to leave their mark on Gotham high society. Unknown to both of them that Dick Grayson had become Richard Grayson-Wayne.

@blackmagicforever

@chocolateherringtacofan

@mythogaychic

#maribat #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #miraculous marinette #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous au #dinette #batfam dick grayson #dick grayson #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #lila salt #circus #class salt #batman #batfamily #BatFam

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On Oases

An excerpt from Memoirs of a Flesh Eater, never published

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I’ve talked a lot about the importance of safe places, of how important it is for us to be able to be our true selves. I’ve talked about how our families and the Society provide us those spaces, but I haven’t really talked about those spaces themselves yet, or how they operate. I call them oases. Kestrel calls me dramatic. She needs to lighten up {Editing Note: Does that sound funny or mean?}. As ever, though, I’m an anthropologist, and I need my definitions if I’m going to explain things clearly, so oases is what I’m going to keep calling them.

While I’m being scientific, indulge me in some definitions. An oasis is any place run by ghouls that caters to ghoulish needs or wants. I’ll subdivide those further into open oases and closed oases.

{Editing Note: As far as I know, I’m the first person to formally classify this stuff. Am I naming them right? If this book is as successful as I want it to be, these terms are going to be used forever. Should I stick my last name on one of these? Would that be egotistical?}

Whatever you first think of when you hear “safe place” or “ghoul haven” or whatever, you’re probably thinking of a closed oasis. A closed oasis is a place for ghouls and ghouls only. No humans allowed, and usually no ghouls that haven’t been invited either, given our usual security concerns. These places are usually specifically social spaces, like bars or private clubs, places specifically designed for ghouls to unwind without having to keep our true natures hidden. These places are more varied than I’ve probably made them sound, to be clear. Like, I’ve been to an all-ghoul book club meeting before.

We were reading Dracula, in case you were wondering.

The closed oasis that I’m most familiar with is a members-only poker club, at least in name. Obviously I’m not going to name it here, but a lot more goes on there than poker. They keep a bit of flesh on hand, obviously, but it’s not really an eatery. The proprietor, Goji, has done a little of everything to hear him tell it. I know he’s a damn good card shark, and I don’t know if I actually believe that he was in an all-ghoul circus, but he can actually sword-swallow. And he’s a talented tattoo artist, if a little too willing to work on drunk teenagers. Scarlet’s Shakespeare tramp stamp is exceptional, but for some reason he doesn’t like it when we tell him that {Editing Note: That might actually be too much identifying information. I don’t think that’s a common tattoo}. Spatha, on the other hand, really likes showing off the sword he did for her. I kind of wish she’d gotten it in a less intimate spot, what with how eager she is to flash it.

{Editing Note: Clean that paragraph up. The fine line between relatable and rambling keeps eluding me.}

Other than that, Goji’s place has got some nice couches and beanbags, a pretty good tv, and even a few old arcade machines. It’s just a genuinely pleasant place to unwind. It even has a pretty decent bar. Given the rest of his clientele, I don’t think serving drinks to minors counts as much of a moral quandary for him. I do wish he’d cut Scorpio off sooner, though. He’s of age now, but he gets drunk fast, and when he gets drunk he gets weepy.

Goji’s an accepting guy, though, which is mostly a blessing. Being a ghoul doesn’t make us immune to human prejudices, so it’s doubly nice to get a break from the less instantly deadly kinds of othering. We’ve met a lot of interesting people at his place, a lot of ghouls from a lot of backgrounds with a lot of stories to tell and ideas to share. Not that I’m always entirely comfortable with what they have to say. One of the advantages of a closed oasis is that it gives ghouls a place to vent their frustrations with humans, which is important, but some of the venting from the ghouls less integrated into human society, like the Hunters, goes places that I’m not comfortable with. Even if it’s just hot air, I don’t like hearing about how much better things were when “humans were our cattle.” Especially not from people who choose to kill for their food.

{Editing Note: I don’t know if it’s safe to include that here. I want to present an accurate portrait of us, not an idealized one, but I haven’t even talked about Hunters as a group yet. That might be too much, too soon, too bluntly.}

Open oases, on the other hand, are an entirely different beast. Open oases cater to humans as well as ghouls. Obviously the humans don’t know that ghouls are part of the target clientele, and they aren’t places where we can typically be fully ourselves, but they have other advantages. Open restaurants or candy shops or bakeries give us places we can go with our human friends and not have to eat food that makes us sick. Open doctors can check our teeth and claws for problems, and they can check the rest of our bodies too, for that matter - we avoid normal doctors like the plague for reasons that I hope are obvious. I even know of a few open butchers, though I’ve never needed to go to one myself.

I have, however, spent a lot of time at one particular open oasis: my patron’s shop. She runs it as a small indie bookstore with a cute little cafe attached. The cafe will serve you flesh burgers or sandwiches if you know the right signal, which makes it a decent place to meet new ghouls discreetly. I know Yaga uses it to meet other influential ghouls that she considers dangerous, since it’s too public for them to start trouble. Other than that, the shop floor just operates like a normal book store. Yaga’s fond of her collection and she likes talking to customers and making recommendations.

It’s what’s off the sale floor that makes the bookstore special. In addition to the normal storage space, Yaga maintains guest bedrooms, which she lends out to any ghouls that need a place to lay low, or just to sleep. She’s had all sorts back there - lone fugitives, feral children, sometimes whole families waiting on some fake documents to be ready. She’s especially good at getting ghouls off the streets and integrated back into human society. Kestrel was living in one of those guest rooms when I first joined the household.

I met her the summer before I returned to public school - high school, specifically - and my mom and I were still in the early stages of integrating into the household. Yaga offered to watch me while my mom was at work, and she let me hang out in the bookstore and read whatever I wanted while she handled customers. My mom ended up having to work late, though, so Yaga kept me around for dinner, and introduced me to a girl who was staying with her for awhile. 

Kestrel’s about two years younger than me, we think, and her growth spurt ended up being more of a growth bump when it finally came, but even then she was tiny. She was also quiet, but I’d always wanted a younger sibling, so I didn’t let that deter me. I asked a lot of frankly insensitive questions. I wouldn’t get real answers to most of them until later, and the ones I did get aren’t really mine to share, but suffice it to say that she was a feral orphan before Yaga took her in. Yaga didn’t think she was ready to interact with the human general public unsupervised yet, but I promised to watch out for her like a really good big sister if she got to come hang out with me the next time I visited.

I didn’t get an answer that night, but when my mom dropped me off again a week later, Yaga went and got her. She didn’t really appreciate me trying to be her big sister, but she did want to be my friend. It was a little awkward at first, but I’ve always been pretty good at getting to know new people, and pretty soon she was joining me and Scarlet and Scorpio on our afternoon outings. Turns out she didn’t need the extra family anyway; Yaga formally adopted her a few years later. She’s still one of my best friends, and quiet or not, I swear she’s better adjusted than Scorpio.

Yaga isn’t the only patron out there using an open oasis as a halfway house. It’s not the most common thing in the world - it takes a certain kind of person and a fair few resources - but I think it might be the most valuable thing the oases do. No one needs a space to learn how to be themselves more than the ghouls who slip through the cracks. Kestrel is taking a gap year before she decides on college, but it wouldn’t surprise me if she takes over the shop once Yaga’s gone. I hope, one day, that I can help people like that too.

{Editing Note: I might just be paranoid, but I think that this draft makes it way too easy to find the bookshop, especially since Yaga’s masque isn’t exactly subtle. There can’t be that many indie bookstores/cafes owned by old Russian women with  much younger adopted daughters. I’ll need to do some serious rewrites.}

#my writing #memoirs of a flesh eater #original fiction #not tlt

[aftgficlibrary]

Are there any AUs where renison or lailalverez is the main pairing?

there are quite a few but here you go -maz

renison:

Before All I Heard Was Silence by moonqueerdom (T | 7,430 | 1/1)

Allison's eyes widened and her face burned immediately, spreading to her neck and the tips of her ears. "Oh my gosh, Renee," she lowered her face and covered it with her hands.

Renee chuckled. "She is beautiful when she blushes, ok noted."

"Oh my gosh, Walker, stop that," Allison's voice was too wobbly and high-pitched even for her own ears, and there was a grin threatening to pop on her lips.

~

About to disappear in the afterlife, Allison Reynolds meets Renee Walker, who was ready to change her life even after death.

Last Café by uberimmortal (M | 4,802 | 1/1)

Like every weekend for the past year, Renee finds herself on a Saturday morning in front of the Last Cafe. She takes a deep breath, key still in her hand, shivering from the autumn breeze as she tries to muster up some energy to open the door. The sun is just beginning to poke over the horizon, lighting up the city in a blue haze, not close enough to this side of the earth to provide any real warmth. One by one street lamps flicker until they turn off completely.

The Gracekeepers by wishbonetea (M | 112,116 | 20/20)

The sea has flooded the earth. Allison lives on a circus boat, floating between the scattered islands that remain and trading dazzling and death-defying feats for food from the islanders. Renee lives alone in a lighthouse in the middle of the ocean, with only the birds and fish for company. As penance for her past, she works as a gracekeeper, tending the graves of those who die at sea. A storm brings them together, but under clear skies they must part. When one of the Foxes goes missing, Renee joins to help. It’s meant to be a temporary escape, but Allison might be a reason to stay.

⁂

An AU of Kirsty Logan's The Gracekeepers.

she's got lips like wine not sugar by IzzyAguecheek (Not Rated | 8,561 | 1/1)

The coffee shop was mostly empty the first time Allison came in. It was too early for most people, specially on a Sunday, when most people didn’t have work and therefore didn’t need to stop by to grab a coffee to wake up. Allison, however, didn’t strike Renee as the type of girl to drink coffee before a shift at some boring company. She looked more like someone who had stayed up all night and now was trying to fight off a hangover with caffeine.

Dan was late, per usual, so Renee and Andrew were the only employees working. Andrew took one look at the car parked outside, right in front of the window, and firmly turned his back on the girl sitting at the corner booth.

“You take that one”, he decided.

(or: Renee works at a coffee shop, and, when Allison becomes a regular there, she is absolutely in love. It's just a Renison Coffee Shop AU.)

counting my blessings by quensty (T | 10,354 | 1/1)

The last letter is from Wymack.

Allison, it says. Forest Falls, California, has been having problems with a robber. Dan and Matt are too far, and Neil and Andrew are already working a job in Nevada. Get on it. -DW

“Motherfucker,” Allison says.

Real Gravity by loose_canon (T | 1,723 | 1/1)

RECORDED 04:08, PILGRIMAGE YEAR 1584 DAY 29

[begin message]

Hey, Mom. You’re probably watching this and thinking about how much you want to kick my ass right now. Well, my butt, because you don’t say words like “ass,” much less think them. Anyway, I know you’re mad at me. I’m the ungrateful daughter who hijacked an emergency pod and zipped off into space in the middle of the eclipse service like a dumbass—sorry, dumbbutt—with another girl because I just had to go and open myself to the spirit of lesbianism. I’m not gonna lie, I’m mad just like you are. Part of me wants to just say that the spirit is a good fucking time and be on my way. But I need you need to know that I’m losing something, too.

A sci-fi one shot: Allison leaves a final message for her mother after she and Renee escape the generation ship they grew up on.

On Dragon's Wings (Under the Blue) by tinystreetlamp  (T | 8,417 | 3/3)

For hundreds of years the six kingdoms coexisted in peace due to a magical contract that prevents violence between them. Ever since Allison's brother Jean was kidnapped by Riko she has wanted to lead her armies to war against the Island of Night, but the contract prevents her from doing so. When crown prince Nathaniel arrives and asks for sanctuary, Allison sees her chance to unite four of the kingdoms against Riko and rain down her vengeance upon him.

(How to seduce a pirate: drag her underwater unexpectedly)

/Graphic Depictions of Violence

vengeance and death by cthulu_sun (M | 2,446 | 1/1)

legend says you have wax-dipped wings and golden fingernails and knives made of the blood you have spilled. legend says you are not merciful.

-

in which renee is a tired guardian angel, finds the foxes, and falls in love.

a hundred jewels on throats by ghvsts (T | 3,226 | 1/1)

"have you seen the goddess from the seafoam," they whisper, "she is more beautiful than anything."

(in which seth is ares, renee is persephone, and allison has had enough)

fabrication of a grand scheme by cloudghost (T | 13,787 | 1/1)

Renee was silent for a while. Then, finally, she said, “I want to try going outside.”

“I thought you were scared.”

She hummed her assent. “That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t do it.”

Since that was basically the philosophy Allison lived by, she nodded. Renee turned back around and met Allison’s gaze. In that moment, Renee looked unbreakable and unshakeable, like nothing that ended up in her way could ever stop her for long. Allison shivered.

Love You a Latte by ceilingfan5 (G | 8,465 | 1/1)

Allison's favorite barista is adorable Renee, so when she gets the news that she has to go on a terrible family vacation and bring an "appropriate plus-one", she decides to finally get herself uninvited from the rest of those events for all eternity. She and Renee go together, pretending to be a very much in love couple, stir shit up, and leave a lot closer than they ever expected. (Obviously they fall in love.) Allison may say "I decided love was fake a long time ago and it’d take a miracle to change my mind now,” but if anyone can be a miracle worker, it's Renee.

say you'll never harden to the world by orphan_account (T | 10,300 | 1/1)

Of course it’s when the knife finally doesn’t feel awkward in her hand anymore that Allison shows up.

Instead of the relaxed way she usually holds her wings, they’re pulled taut behind her back. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest and there’s a decidedly not pleased look on her face.

“Hey,” Natalie says, not interrupting the sequence of stabbing moves she’s been practicing. She has no time for the way seeing Allison makes her feel.

Safe – a joke. Not alone – Allison might not even be real. Cared about – impossible.

Those kinds of emotions aren’t meant for someone like her in the first place, and she’s not going to indulge them.

give me shelter or show me heart by hondayota (Not Rated | 4,720 | 3/3)

Renee had always thought of hope as a feeling, something she scraped out of her insides when she had nothing else to hold onto, but over the past months, hope had ceased to be a feeling and had become synonymous with Allison Reynolds.

or

the renison zombie au no one asked for

or

renee and allison are hella gay even when there's zombies

laila/alvarez:

It's Called Fashion Hunty. Look it up. by theKristastrophe (T | 15,440 | 8/8)

Sara works for a company that she doesn't hate but doesn't love either. So she sits at the bar with her two other best friends and tries to get through the work week.

When a fresh lawyer stumbles into thier weekly Rant Club, Sara knows she's in for a wild ride.

Featuring gratious eyerolling, snark, and everyone's favorite Foxes.

Buckle up kiddies. It's time to Sashay, Sashay, Sashay...

Come Close by tinystreetlamp (T | 10,932 | 1/1)

Sometime around 200 BC in Ancient Greece, in a world where the greek gods are real, Laila is a warrior from Sparta. During her first visit to Athens she meets not only Jeremy of Troy but also falls head over heels in love with Sara, a daughter of Apollo and local poet. But Sara is cursed, and soon the three cross the Mediterranean on a quest to break the curse and save Sara.

Sara means Sun by tinystreetlamp (M | 27,739 | 8/8)

Five years ago, ships with black and red sails appeared on the horizon and wiped out all of the royal family - except one. The Raven King conquered Coralia and is doing everything he can to stay in power. Jeremy of Troia, the rightful heir to his kingdom, has been in hiding for the past five years, but he found something worth fighting for.

Laila, an Elven Warrior and Jeremy's best friend, will do anything to protect him. Meeting a cute stranger isn't going to change that.

/Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

#aftgfl ask #mrating #teen #notrated #general #oneshot #complete #theme:complete #under10k #10to20k #20to30k #100k+ #renison #laila/alvarez #theme:au #au #coffeeshop #fluff #noexy #pining #selfharm #torture #drinking #apocalypse #slowburn #friends2lovers #homophobia #fantasy #fakedating #fallinginlove