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gingiesworld · 9 months

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I Still Feel You

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader/Wanda Maximoft x Vision

Warnings: Angst. Smut. Fluff. Reader has a penis.

Taglist: @ginnsbaker @lockndkey

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N and Wanda were high school sweethearts. They were each other's firsts, although one time spent together resulted in Wanda getting pregnant. So the two ended up married and parents before graduation. Y/N went to work with their father at his business instead of going to college. Learning tricks of the trade of being a contractor.

Although the strain of early unplanned parenthood resulted in resentment as Wanda was unable to follow her dream. Always wanting to become a famous writer. It wasn't until after the divorce she started to take classes at a community college during the time the twins were in school.

That was where she met Vision, someone who had the same dreams and passions as herself. The two soon became romantically involved, going on dates on the nights the twins stayed with Y/N. Even as the years went on, Vision then proposed to Wanda. Vision came from a poor family and he was shocked to learn that Y/N and Wanda had purchased the house when they were 22. Trying to weasel his way out of having a prenup, although Wanda was pretty firm in her decision of having one.

"Come on Wanda! You can't do this." He yelled as he followed her through to the kitchen. "We don't need a prenup."

"Yes we do!" Wanda yelled. "This house may be in my name but it belongs to the twins and I will be damned if on some level we do get divorced, you will not be taking this home from under their noses!"

"Come on Wanda. They have Y/N." Vision reasoned as Wanda scoffed. "Let them stay with them and then you and I can maybe sell up and we can use the money to travel." At that time, Y/N had come back with the twins. Sending them both upstairs to their rooms.

"You will not be selling this house." Y/N stated as Vision scoffed. "This house is also still in my name and belongs to Wanda and the twins. Not you."

"I am her fiancè. You should respect me when you're in my home." All Y/N done was laugh in his face as Wanda sent a quick text to her brother.

"That's funny. You should do stand up." Y/N said when they calmed down. "This isn't your home. The only things of yours that are under this roof are your clothes. Nothing more." Within record time Pietro arrived and rested his hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Everything in this house is Wanda's and Wanda's alone."

"Vision just leave." Wanda stated as she slipped her ring off of her finger. "It's done."

"You can't be serious!" He boomed as Y/N stood before Wanda protectively.

"Deadly." Wanda told him, her stance never faltering. "We're done." She pushed the ring into his before she disappeared upstairs.

"This is all your fault." Vision seethed as he turned to Y/N.

"It can be my fault but we all know it's yours." Y/N stated as they leaned against the wall, looking at their nails. Little did they know, Wanda was packing everything of Visions as he tried to coax Y/N into a fight.

"You have always been in the way." Vision snarled. "Wanda was never fully mine because she still had you."

"She will always have me." Y/N said as they stood up straight, stepping closer. "I will always protect my family and Wanda is my family. We may be divorced but I will always love her the same." With that Y/N left, leaving Pietro and Vision alone. Wanda soon came down after she threw down Vision's clothes.

"That's all of your things." Wanda stated as she followed the bags. "I'm sure I never missed anything but if I find something, I'll be sure to throw it on the fire."

"You can't do this." Vision boomed as Wanda nodded.

"I can and I am." She stated as she went to get herself a drink. Pietro followed Vision to his car, watching as he drove off.

"Are you ok?" Pietro asked her.

"Where's Y/N?" She questioned as Pietro shook his head.

"They left while you were upstairs." He informed her. The two heard the front door open, both thinking it was Vision coming back to see Y/N with their toolbox and new locks.

"I figured you'd want your locks changing." They told her as they got to work.

"I'll take the twins tonight." Pietro stated as he disappeared upstairs to get the two 12 year olds.

"Thank you." Wanda spoke softly.

"It's no trouble Wanda." Y/N stated as they concentrated. Wanda disappeared to make some coffee as the twins hugged her and Y/N goodbye. Pietro gave Y/N a smile and a small thank you before he led the twins to his car.

"You don't have to do this." Wanda told them as they finished and closed the door. Giving Wanda the new keys.

"I know." They told her as they gracefully took the coffee from her. "But when I said my vows. I meant them. Every word."

"Y/N." Wanda whispered as her heart beat hard and fast inside of her chest.

"I'll always protect you Wanda. You're still everything to me." Y/N confessed as Wanda blushed, hiding her smile behind her cup.

"I still feel you." Wanda blurted out as Y/N headed to change the back door lock. "I just, I still feel you with me. I know we haven't been us in a very long time but I still wish there was still an us. Without the resentment. Without the hateful words."

"I never resented you Wanda." Y/N confessed. "There was never a moment I resented you. Being with you and the twins was always a dream of mine. Yes it was early, years too early but I loved every moment of being with you. Raising those boys together, but I could also see the pain in your eyes. The regrets and dreams you had so I figured stepping aside would be the best option for us and the boys."

"Y/N." Wanda whispered as she approached them. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be." They shrugged with a smile. "We wouldn't be the people we are today without the time apart."

"I love you." Wanda whispered as Y/N turned away. "I am still in love with you. I just hated the person I was becoming. The hate I felt towards you then. The thoughts I had in my mind. I hated it because I love you. I still do."

With that being said, Y/N turned back to Wanda, kissing her with such passion. A sensation neither had felt in many years of being apart. The feeling of two broken pieces coming together again.

"I never stopped loving you Wanda." Y/N whispered before Wanda pulled them into her again. They pushed her up against the wall, their hands running up her sides. Remembering her body like they had never been apart for so long.

She gasped when their hand went underneath her shirt and caressed her skin. Their tongue dancing with her own. The familiar feeling was overwhelming to say the least. Especially when Wanda pulled her shirt over her head before she pulled Y/N's off. Moaning at the skin contact she had been deprived of for years.

Y/N's hand reached under her sweats and underwear, fingers running through her folds as she moaned into the kiss. Y/N relished in feeling her body react like the way it used to. Applying pressure on her clit as they sucked and kissed her neck.

Wanda was in a state of pure euphoria, a feeling she hasn't had in many years. Y/N knew her inside and out. They knew what made her tick.

"More." She breathed as she felt their index finger tease her entrance. "I need more." They moved from her neck and looked at her face. A soft smile on their face as she moaned in pleasure.

Her face may have aged a little but she was still the same person they fell in love with. The one person who they seeked comfort in whenever they had a hard day.

"Please." Wanda groaned as she tried to fumble with their own trousers. Failing miserably. "I need you Y/N/N." The old nickname slipping from her lips. Y/N helped her rid them both of their underwear. Lifting her up by her thighs, Wanda gasped at their strength. She knew how strong they were, she just hadn't been in the midst of it in years.

The two moaned when they inserted their length into her gaping hole. Wanda lifted their face from her collarbone. Kissing them sloppily as they thrusted their hips. Wanda's head rolled back against the wall as her eyes closed in pleasure. The feeling was one she had soon realised she had missed dearly.

"Fuck Wanda." They groaned as they went harder and faster. "I've missed you so fucking much."

"I missed you." Wanda managed to speak in between moans. Getting closer to her first orgasm in years. "I'm close." She moaned as they continued their movements. Reaching their own high. The two climaxing together, holding onto each other for dear life. Their bodies melded together in sweat as they came down from their high.

"I love you." Wanda whispered as Y/N kissed her tenderly.

"I love you too." Y/N smiled at her. "Do you have the morning after pill?"

"I'm on birth control." Wanda stated. "Vision wanted to try for a baby and I didn't want one." Y/N grabbed their clothes and started to dress, as did Wanda. "I guess I never truly saw a future with him."

"Who do you see a future with?" Y/N questioned as Wanda took a deep breath. Unafraid of the answer she had knew all along.

"You." Wanda stated. "It has always been you. I was stupid to think otherwise but I want to try again. We are older than before, wiser."

"We can start with dates. Get to know each other as these knew people." Y/N agreed as Wanda smiled. "We can start a fresh. The four of us. You, me and the twins can be a family again. In time."

Wanda only sealed it with a gentle kiss. A future full of possibilities for the family they had created together. The family they would always be.

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moog-rt · 2 months

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GO TO HELL [ch. 5]

[Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader]

Previous: Chapter Four

➨ Chapter Five

Next: Coming Soon...

Premise:

You love your friends. You really do. But sometimes it needs reminding when one of them accidentally sends you to Hell.

Despite falling into the hands of Hell’s loveliest princess, finding a way back to the world of the living proves difficult as you tiptoe around its king.

A/N: Hold onto your britches, this chapter is chock-full of our Big Boss of Hell! Also, my sincerest apologies for the slight cliffhanger last chapter. Fingers crossed it doesn’t happen again!

If you'd prefer to read on Ao3, here is the link:

Otherwise, enjoy!

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CHAPTER FIVE

You didn’t dare take your eyes off of him.

The man took a step forward and you promptly launched a ladle at him, backpedaling behind the couch as he dodged it. You huffed when it only missed by a hair.

A plethora of household items were strewn about the hardwood floors of the foyer. Books, spray bottles, spoons (you broke into the crate containing the unpacked kitchenware in search of more ammo), etc. were scattered further and further away from their original home as you used them as a way of keeping him a safe distance from you.

“Please, put the skillet down,” he said, inching closer and closer to you, hands outstretched.

If he thought he could trick you into giving up your only form of defense, he was sorely mistaken.

“Stay back!” you hissed, grabbing a wrought iron skillet you had chucked at him earlier. He could try all he wanted to get at you, eat you, skin you, auction you off on the black market… You simply refused to let him have you without a fight.

“I’m not—” He was taking another step towards you but paused as you readied your weapon. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You eyed him for a moment before taking a long, deep breath. Seeing that as a sign that you were trying to settle down, he carefully came closer.

Thunk!

A single swing of the skillet sent him toppling over.

He may have been your newfound friend’s father, but you were not going to roll over and show your belly in the face of potential danger. Being a parent did not make a person automatically worthy of your trust.

“Okay,” he said in a pained tone, slowly sitting up with a slight sway to him. “That’s fine...”

He crawled onto the couch, slouching over and cradling his head where you had made contact. Without lowering your weapon, you put yourself on the other side of the couch, standing at the arm and watching him very carefully.

The two of you remained silent as he rubbed at his growing welt.

It was awkward…

Why were you actually starting to feel bad about defending yourself? The guy had jump scared you and wouldn’t leave you the fuck alone when you were clearly panicked. He just kept following you, insistent on getting you to calm down but giving you no good reason to.

Honestly, what kind of logic was that? That’s like pelting beach balls at a child with a crippling fear of spherical objects and expecting them not to flinch just because you said it won’t hurt them.

If he wanted you to feel less threatened, he could have just planted his ass on the ground and waited for you to come to him like a stray cat.

“You weren’t supposed to arrive until this afternoon,” you stated.

“Right…um,” he said, looking off to the side, “You know, I just didn’t have much planned this morning, and it worked a bit better for me to come earlier—”

“Charlie told you she wouldn’t be here.” Your eyes narrowed. You knew he was making shit up, and you wanted him to know that you knew. If he wanted to beat around the bush, you would be delighted to become more proficient with the skillet.

“Right again!” The hand that cradled the side of his head moved to rub at his eyes as he sighed. After retracting his hand, he turned to face you, propping an elbow on the backrest of the couch. His eyes ran up and down your body, fully taking you in without your costume, which caused you to shift uncomfortably. Whether or not you were recognizable to him as the ‘demon’ he had already met was still to be determined. “You’re an odd duck, you know that?”

You shot him an incredulous look.

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” he said, jerking his head in your direction. “Showing up all caked in makeup or paint or whatever it is you people wear nowadays. You and Charlie were being painfully suspicious!”

“So, you decided to sneak in when you knew she would be away? To snoop?” you asked, putting a hand on your hip. “You know that’s breaking and entering, right?”

“I am her father,” he scoffed.

“And that makes it okay? If I called to tell her you let yourself in, you think she’d be fine with it?”

“You’re going to snitch?!” his voice went a pitch higher, and he scooted to the edge of his seat.

You took a step back, tightening your grip on the skillet.

“Maybe.”

You had no way of ‘snitching’ on him to Charlie. Your phone was fried, and even then, you weren’t too sure that your provider would have coverage in Hell. And to top it off, you didn’t even have her number…but he didn’t need to know that.

He rolled his eyes, grumbling something to himself as he crossed his arms.

“Why didn’t she just tell me you were human?” he asked no one in particular, throwing his arms out. “That is what you are, correct? In all my years, I have never seen a sinner nor hellborn look as human as you do.”

“Yeah, well…Charlie thought you might freak out if you knew,” you said.

He looked taken aback by that explanation before beginning to sputter.

“Freak—freak out? Because you’re human? I married a human. Her mother was a human!” His hands were waving around as he gestured along with his words.

“We didn’t really want to take any chances…” you said slowly, head tilted away but eyes still locked onto him. “The last time a demon saw me, I was nearly torn to shreds…or eaten alive… I’m not sure exactly what they had planned for me, but it didn’t seem like it’d be pleasant.”

“No, I can’t imagine it would be,” he sighed as he straightened out his hair.

This guy didn’t give two shits, did he?

He snapped his fingers and, with a plume of sparkling smoke, his top hat appeared in his hands. It had previously been about ten feet away on the floor from when you had knocked him upside the head.

“Now just how did you stumble into Hell without the minimum requirement of death?” he asked as he brushed invisible dirt from his hat before placing it back on with a few adjustments.

“That’s a great question,” you said with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I’ve got a friend who thought it would be a good idea to try to summon a demon. Obviously, they screwed up, ‘cause it sent me here instead.”

He cackled, and you stood there with a blank expression, cheeks growing hot. Why you were feeling embarrassed over something you had no control over, you weren’t sure.

Well, come to think of it, you did have a bit of control over whether or not Devon had the essential, hard-to-acquire ingredient needed to make the whole thing happen in the first place. Maybe it was karmic justice for your pulling unethical shenanigans in the workplace.

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, so they say,” he said, shooting you a shit-eating grin.

You rolled your eyes and turned to walk away.

“No, wait–don’t leave!”

You ignored him. Since he was there, you might as well give him his shit back. You would have preferred it to be under different circumstances, such as those where you still had your disguise as a buffer or Charlie returning them in your place (because you’d be back home safe and sound).

But there was no better time than the present, so they say.

You put down the skillet and grabbed the stack of books by the front reception area where you left them after being thoroughly disappointed by their contents. It appeared that Charlie’s father followed you over, as you turned around to find him looking over your shoulder to see what you picked up.

Lord have mercy on your heart.

“Okay, you have to stop that!” you scolded, taking a quick step back.

“Stop what?” he asked with a look of pure innocence.

“Popping up behind me and shit! Somebody needs to put a bell on you or something. Every time you show up out of nowhere, it gives me a goddamn heart attack,” you said, shoving the stack of books into his arms. “Here.”

“What–”

“The books you lent me. We were hoping to find something that could help me get back home but they’re all kinda…not helpful for that,” you explained, toying with a strand of your hair.

“That’s why you and Charlie were there?” he said, looking down at the books with an unreadable expression.

“Well…yes.” You tilted your head. “She thought that’d be the best place to look.”

He sighed before tossing the books up just for all of them to vanish into thin air. You blinked in surprise.

He must have been a magician when he was alive.

“I don’t understand why she didn’t just ask me,” he stressed, throwing a hand up. “I mean, I’m her dad. You’d think it would be instinctual for her!”

“She probably wasn’t sure how you’d react,” you said, looking off to the side. This felt like it could easily spiral into a family therapy session, and even if you were qualified, you did not sign up for that.

“I just have to prove myself to her!” he said in a determined tone, throwing an arm over your shoulder to walk you back over to the couch, “I’ll get you home lickety-split!”

You stiffened at the unexpected contact but conceded to his will, nonetheless.

“Like, now? I could be home today?” you asked, eyes alight with hope.

“Ah…I don’t now about that. It’s been quite a while since I’ve gone to Earth so my skills may be a little rusty, but it won’t take me too long to brush up on them,” he explained as he plopped you both down on the couch. “I’ll have a portal open and ready for you to hop through in no time!”

“It–It’s that easy for you?” you asked, aghast. If Charlie knew he could do that all along, she should have just bit the bullet and asked him. Daddy issues be damned!

“Hah! I used to be able to do it with my eyes closed!” He leaned into you as he emphasized his words. “Usually, I’d charge a sacrifice or something of the sort, but you’re no sinner. You shouldn’t have to be subjected to this hellscape until you’ve earned it.”

“That’s–uh–very kind of you,” you said, smiling and nodding along whilst looking longingly at the front door of the hotel. It was generous of him to offer his services to your cause, but a social buffer would be appreciated considering your circumstances. You hoped Charlie and Vaggie returned soon.

The man continued to converse with you on the sofa for the next hour, and slowly, you felt your anxiety begin to fade. He turned out to be quite the chatterbox, and his commentary was mostly light-hearted and humorous.

Occasionally, he would stand up to poke around the entryway, commenting on anything that wasn’t quite up to his standards. That left you to come to your hostess’ defense whenever you could. After all, the hotel wasn’t technically up and running yet seeing as you weren’t an actual guest and Angel had yet to move in.

After getting all the parental nosiness out of his system, he settled back down beside you and began asking you about your life on Earth. You had to tell him again what you did for work–he apparently wasn’t paying attention the first time–and what all went into it.

The conversation jumped from topic to topic but left little room for you to ask much about him. His interest in Earth and humanity’s accomplishments was overwhelming.

When Charlie and Vaggie finally returned, they were greeted by the sight of the two of you chatting away and sipping on tea, which had been manifested out of thin air. You were highly skeptical of it at first but had decided to drink so as not to spite the one person who could get you back to Earth. You were pleasantly surprised by its flavor and relieved that it didn’t appear to be poisoned or drugged.

“Hey, Dad…” Charlie drawled as she walked up to the couch. It was clear that she was surprised he had beaten them home. “I thought you were going to come, like, an hour from now.”

“I had some free time this morning, so I decided to swing by a little earlier,” he said after standing up to nudge his shoulder into her, “Can’t put a price tag on extra time with my darling daughter.”

“Right…” Charlie said with a strained smile, looking off to the side where her eyes landed on Vaggie. She perked up and pranced over to her side, grabbing her hand to introduce her.

Her dad was ecstatic over getting to meet her girlfriend. You thought he was overbearing when you met him, but that was dwarfed in comparison. He was even more touchy and fumbling over his words.

Vaggie did her best to be polite.

“Haha…so–uh, have you been given a tour of the hotel yet?” Charlie asked, glancing over at you.

“I poked around this area a bit–-didn’t want to intrude too much,” her father chuckled with his hands propped up on his apple staff.

“I thought it would be better to leave that to you,” you said as you stood up to join the group, teacup in hand, “I still struggle to find my way around.”

The night prior, Vaggie had caught you wandering aimlessly on the fourth floor after attempting to find your way to your room on your own. They offered to walk you there since they understood the halls could be a maze sometimes, but you had decided to be stubborn, insisting it was straightforward enough. Clearly, you had overestimated your skills.

That being said, it was a miracle you were able to make it to the foyer that morning.

Vaggie chuckled a bit as she recalled the memory.

Charlie smiled at you knowingly, as well, indicating that the story had been relayed to her. She looked back at her dad for only a moment before her eyes darted back to you, eyes widening as the smile dropped from her face.

“Oh–Oh my god!” she squawked as she rushed to your side. “You’re not–Why aren’t you…” she waved her hand in circles as she tried to find the word she was looking for before leaning in to whisper, “...you know.”

Your eyes narrowed as they rolled over to look at her father.

“I barely rolled myself out of bed when he came knocking,” you explained, “Believe me, I tried to avoid being seen, but…”

But you were hunted down like a mouse running from a fox. Even when you thought you were in the clear, it seemed like he knew exactly where you were and where you would go next.

That man was scary.

“But you can’t hide something like that forever~” he sang, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you against him. “However, I never imagined it would be this darling little human.”

He jostled you slightly as he spoke, and you could feel your face warming up from both his actions and his words. However, he had no right to be calling anybody else ‘little’ considering his stature.

“We really need to get her a new phone,” Charlie said to Vaggie, “If she could have called or texted us, we might’ve been able to intervene.”

Charlie’s father scoffed.

“What kind of sinner do you take me for? I’m not an animal, you know––” he began to argue but paused to turn his attention on you, retracting his arm. “You threatened to call her earlier, but you don’t even have a phone?”

Your lips twitched into a guilty smile, and you took a step closer to Charlie.

“You’re a filthy little liar!” He jabbed a finger in your direction.

“You were breaking and entering!” you pitched back.

“I am her–”

“Okay!” Charlie tucked you behind her and put a hand up in front of her dad. “How about that tour then?”

She put one hand on your back and the other on her father’s as she began to lead the group of you through the hotel. You were secretly glad you were getting another chance to look around and get a grasp of the layout.

When you dared to glance over at her dad, he was already eying you bitterly, and the only thing you could think to do was shoot him a sheepish smile in return.

The childish part of you wanted to stick your tongue out and blow a raspberry, but you knew better. He made it clear he had some level of magical abilities, and to what extent, you weren’t sure. That last thing you wanted to do was learn the hard way. Besides, you needed to be on his good side so he’d help you get home.

As the tour progressed, he thankfully dropped his spiteful demeanor towards you in favor of soaking in as much of Charlie’s attention as he could get. You could tell that he was just happy to be near her.

It was sweet.

There were a few times where he exchanged some words with you lightheartedly. It reassured you that you hadn’t managed to say or do anything to genuinely piss him off. Rather, it seemed he was just the dramatic type.

You made it back to the foyer, and when Charlie was finished explaining her ideas for redeeming sinners, she waited eagerly for her father’s thoughts. She was disappointed that he had more opinions on the hotel’s appearance than its purpose, but she didn’t push the subject.

She would have a better chance pitching the idea to him once she had a few successful patrons to use as evidence that sinners could, in fact, be redeemed.

“I can certainly help you spruce the place up a bit,” he said as he waved his stick around the room, “After filling this place up with furniture and maybe adding a bit more light…I’m sure it will look wonderful, honey.”

He sent her a prideful grin, which she subtly rolled her eyes at.

“Thanks, dad… I really appreciate it,” she said as she pulled him into a hug. His face lit up before he shut his eyes and melted into her embrace.

When they parted, he made a gesture at you.

“I was also telling your friend earlier that I’d be more than happy to get her home. I just need some time to warm up. Don’t want to accidentally drop her off in the middle of Antarctica,” he said whilst nudging her and chuckling at his own joke.

“Oh! Well, I don’t really think we need your help with that…” she said, looking away.

You sent her a baffled look.

“We already found some people–today, actually–that can get her home,” she stated with a firm nod of her head. “So no need to worry about that! Sending over furniture is more than enough, which, again, I really appreciate!”

“Nonsense, this is what good fathers do! Besides, I highly doubt they could be more efficient than me,” he huffed before turning to grin at you. “I promise to have you home in no time.

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 6 months

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Twisted Monsterland: Sleepy Birds

So…let’s talk harpies.

Without going into details about the overall species (I’ll save that for the baby monster bestiary I’m working on), I will say that harpies can be based on all species of birds. Falcons, eagles, and vultures? Sure, they’re more commonly known as the base foundation for the species, but they’re not the only ones! Crowley is a good example as a corvid harpy, and some of Rook’s siblings are based on birds of paradise like parrots and macaws! Some can even be based on delicate birds like the hummingbird~

Oof…just thinking about having to flap my arms that fast as a harpy makes me tired! 0.0

Now, you’re probably wondering, “That’s neat! But…where are you going with this?” And that’s a good question! Because we’re gonna talk about birbs~!

I’ve never owned a bird as a pet before, but my grandparents had one when we used to visit in my childhood. One thing I learned about birds (aside from the fact that we had to clap whenever their bird performed a trick on her own and someone saw it) is that one common thing bird owners do to calm down their feathery companions:

The “sleepy-time blanket”!

When the blanket goes over the cage, it’s supposed to mimic night time so the bird thinks it’s time to sleep. And when the cover is removed? It’s time to sing good morning~! Granted, it seems like this varies from bird-to-bird, but considering how often I’ve struggled to stay awake in school whenever the teachers used powerpoint slides in a dark room? Yeah, I get very sleepy in those cases. 😅

Now…imagine if Yuu discovered this by complete accident in the Monster!AU. >v>

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Yuu: *hanging laundry out to dry on a bright, sunny day* “Hey, Grim? I need another clothes peg. The middle is sagging too much.”

Grim: “Yeah, yeah, here.” *flaps wings to hover next to Yuu, holding a bag in his paws* “Are we done yet? I’m bored…”

Yuu: “We’d be done sooner if someone hadn’t taken one of the bedsheets while the ghosts were collecting laundry and added one more load to wash and dry.” *unaware of a large shadow on the other side of the sheet, Yuu frowning as they go to take the sheet down and redo the arrangement*

???: “Bonjour, little Trickster~!”

Yuu/Grim: “Ack-!?!”

Crash!! Fwomp!

Grim: *pinned under Yuu* “Get…off! You’re heavy!”

Yuu: “Ow…sorry!” *climbs to their feet with a wince before turning to face the visitor now covered under the sheet* “Rook! You scared us half-to-death!”

*Rook doesn’t move, eerily silent as he stands there*

Grim: “Hm? Hey, wazza matter? You usually start talkin’ funny by now!” *huffs when he doesn’t get a response and goes to peek under the sheet* “Hey! Are you listenin’ to m…eh? Wait a minute…he’s asleep!?"

Yuu: “Huh??”

Grim: “He fell asleep standing! See?!” *yanks off blanket, pulling off Rook’s hat at the same time*

Rook: *straightens up with a blink, fluttering his wings before feathers settle down and he smiles* “Oh, there you are, Trickster. How are you faring this morning?”

Grim: “Mrah!? I thought you were asleep! What gives?”

Rook: “Hm? I was asleep? I don’t recall…”

Grim: “Yes you were! You were practically snorin’!”

Yuu: *picks up the sheet again, looking between it and Rook before slowly climbing back on the stepladder near Rook*

Rook: “Non, non, I promise you that I did not fall aslee-”

Yuu: *throws sheet over Rook’s head again*

Rook: “Mon di-!?” *freezes before slumping, standing in place in silence again*

Yuu: “…holy crap…I wonder if this’ll work on Ace or Cater?”

Grim: “What’s going on?!”

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Needless to say, Rook was thoroughly confused by this until Yuu told him what happened. This also leads to a discussion on harpy parents using their wings to settle down rowdy chicks and restless hatchlings. Suffice to say, Yuu decided to run their own experiment on their fellow winged students. The results were…interesting to say the least.

Ace: Froze in place but was wide awake.

Cater: Fell asleep but collapsed on his side.

Leona: Blanket was torn to shreds from manticore quills. Hiding out in Diasomnia until he cools down.

Kalim: Normal blanket activates the zoomies. Introduced weighted blanket. Instant calm and Jamil is left baffled and grateful at the same time by this discovery!

Crowley: Fell asleep instantly. Sheets have been weaponized by the staff on occasion, so now he flies away at the sight of anyone carrying one towards him.

Seeing these results makes Yuu question what other animal reactions the students can possibly have. Meanwhile, their fellow students are warily watching the human scribble down notes in a notepad while carrying a jar of peanut butter.

Jack: “…why do you need me to be in beast form?”

Yuu: “I wanted to see something.”

Jack: “Okay…but what’s with the peanut butter?”

Yuu: “This? It’s just a tasty snack.” *opens it and scoops out a large spoonful* “See? Just regular peanut butter.”

Jack: “…alright.” *shifts into Fu dog form, nearly eye-to-eye with Yuu now* “Okay. What did you want to se—mfph!?!” *scrambles back after Yuu shoves the spoonful of peanut butter in his mouth, licking and trying to chew at the same time* “Blamph! Namf-nif-thaths?!”

Yuu: *scribbling notes* “Fu dogs react to peanut butter like dogs. Fascinating…I wonder if catnip affects manticore too?”

Ruggie: “Do you have some sort of death wish???”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #rook hunt #ace trappola #cater diamond #leona kingscholar #kalim al asim #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #chaotic!Yuu #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu

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not sure if this falls under your open requests but I absolutely loved your forced intox post 😳😳😳 CAN WE GET SOME FOR HISOKA AND ILLUMI MAYHAPS <3

Yes 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻

Warnings: weed, getting high, forced smoking, rape,

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Hisoka

He wants to fuck you without all the struggle, don’t get me wrong he loves when he gets to pin you down and your kicking a screaming but he wants to try this just once

He smoked quite the bit of weed in his youth so he knows what he’s doing when he gets a high dosage dab pen

When he comes home with it he says it’s to help with your anxiety, and he’ll act like he’s doing you a favour

If you don’t fall for his tricks he’s gonna get aggressive, walking towards you with his much bigger body, pushing it in your face saying it’s fine to just do it

If you keep refusing he’s gonna put it in your mouth and plug your nose (why do so many yanderes do that)

Butttt if your behave and just take a puff like he asked he’ll be very pleased and he’ll even be gentle when he uses your body like a sex toy later on after you get buzzed

Illumi

Illumi wants to calm you down before he gets you pregnant, he knows it might effect the outcome but if it means he can just hold you instead of pinning you then he’ll risk it

He asks miluki where to get it and miluki just pulls a dab pen out of his desk

Illumi is gonna walk in and just demand you take a hit with no room for arguing, he’s gonna be pushy and aggressive from the start even if you don’t put up a fight

When you smoke he’s gonna wait for it to visibly kick in before he starts anything

After he’s already fucked a baby into you if you remember he won’t show any remorse

He’s also gonna make you smoke when you meet his parents so you don’t freak out

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Bad Dogs Can Learn New Tricks

Which Blue Lock Characters Have Gone To Therapy, In My Humble Opinion. (+ Who Desperately Needs To But Hasn't + Who Might In The Future)

Warnings: Some spoilers for way past the U-20 Arc, also not an extensive list of characters, honestly kind of funny. I wasn't trying to be TOO serious

Songs: Falling Behind / Laufey , The Main Character / Will Wood , Nothing's New / Rio Romeo

Has Gone To Therapy And Loves Their Therapist Gang

-Anri, There is no way she is able to have that much patience and take that much shit from corporate without having a therapist. I think she uses like 1/5th of her paycheck on books about improving your life and stuff like that LMAO. Her therapist is also a woman so it helps her to have someone who understands her frustrations with not really getting credit despite being one of the founders of Blue Lock. Also sometimes she gets worried she's unethical towards the boys so that weighs on her.

-Kenyu, Look it's still in progress ok? He was just starting before he came to Blue Lock. Once he realized he was going to lose his vision he started working with a professional and found it really helpful. In fact they were the one who encouraged him to go after Blue Lock in the first place. One of the reasons he was so quick to say sorry to Isagi is because he has those #coping skills.

-Gagumaru, After having a run in with a bear in the woods he kept having nightmares and his parents made him go to therapy. Well it was kindddd of therapy..it was a hippie who's a family friend. That doesn't mean he doesn't know grounding techniques. He even taught Naruhaya how to calm down from a panic attack once. But yeah, he doesn't really tell people that he went to therapy

-Snuffy, After his best friend's death he went to therapy ASAP. The type to only call his therapist once every 5 months and still have a rock solid relationship with them. His therapist helped him break his womanizing habit and realize that he's enough all on his own. 100% did some soul searching and stepped away from the scene. He also combined the therapist with a personal trainer to really max out his healing process. 100/10 dude for it.

"I Have Gone To Therapy And It Didn't Work" Crew

-Chigiri, Similar to Kenyu, his parents thought he might need some mental health help after the trauma of thinking he'd never be an athlete again. But he was one of those cold shoulder my mom is forcing me to do this cases. He never actually worked through what he might do if this whole thing falls through. Also snarkiness 100, his therapist almost quit because he was so insulting to them. Chigiri just felt ashamed that his parents even thought he should go in the first place and convinced his sister to also beg them to stop taking him lmao.

-Isagi, Okay at some point his parents realize he takes faliure wayyy too hard and tried to get him in therapy. When he talked to the therapist though the dude was like "Yeah, he's just competitive. Nothing wrong here." Alas, he's been masking for so long that he's incapable of revealing his issues to anyone who hasn't known him for 3 years or plays sports with him. Also, he convinced himself he doesn't need it and then idly imagines just going apeshit and killing his enemies to cope with stress...like bro...

-Noa, Why do you think he gets along with Isagi? All jokes aside, his PR people probably asked him to do it and he went and then secretly never went back. It honestly didn't work because he wasn't willing to give it a chance. And still isn't!!!! Would rather backflip off of a yacht than tell someone in a lounge chair about how growing up in intense poverty still haunts him sometimes, makes him question his worth and avoid conflict in day to day life. Sometimes he wonders if one day he'll wake up and find out it was all a dream....But nah he doesn't need therapy!

-Oliver, He was soooo close to actually getting his mental health in check but then his therapist retired. After that he got another really seasoned one and saw the amount of case files in his desk and just felt like a straight up burden. One of those "other people have it worse" and "it is what it is" guys. He's very open about his emotions and feelings so he just talks to his friends when he's really struggling. (Even though Sendou never says the right things-) Like yeah it's their job but why bug these nice people when sex?? Why talk about issues in sessions when he can get drunk or go train for 4 hours??? Riddle him that?

The "I Need Therapy And I Know It" Team

-Ness, He has so many fucking issues. Honestly, despite his devout worship of Kaiser he does realize that his behavior isn't quite healthy or normal. Dude tries to show you a funny video on his phone and all of his ads are for Betterhelp. Genuinely trying to figure out a diagnosis. Yes he has looked up all sorts of personality disorders and no he doesn't think he has any of them (He has at least two). But again, Ness is self aware enough to know that some help or someone to talk to who sees him as an actual human being would be nice.

-Niko, He cannonicaly describes himself as very very introverted and nerdy, also he hides his face. Tell me you were bullied in school or at least had an extremely traumatizing incident without telling me. Kind of never had anyone, just people who hung around because of his soccer skill or avoided him like the plague. He is that guy who will rant about "society" online for hours and fantasize about moving to a different country thinking he'd get better treatment there. Cripplingly lonely and self conscious at the end of the day, in all honesty. Also he genuinely wants a therapist but just can't afford one.

-Hiori, Obviously his parents are the ones who stop him. He tries to go and his mom realizes where he's making her drive him and swerves off. Even when he gets his license, you just know they're tracking everywhere he goes. He doesn't have enough privacy to really get better like that, Hiori has to wait until he moves out. Still genuinely fucked up by the fact that Gagumaru has gotten therapy and he hasn't. Just listens to emo music and plays video games and pretends that that fixes everything. He's totally releasing a top-selling book about his horrible childhood after Blue Lock.

-Bachira, Is he outgoing and silly? Yes. Does he need better coping skills? Also yes. Men will tell you the most horrible and traumatizing childhood memories about getting jumped and then laugh it off, and it's him, Bachira is men. He ties to brush off his trauma with humor but it never really works. He knows that he genuinely needs to talk to someone other than Isagi or his mom about the Monster and how it was by his side for so long. But also never goes through with getting professional help, just thinks about it sometimes.

The "What's Therapy? Fuck You!" Group

-Kaiser, Oh god, don't even suggest it to him. I headcannon that mental illness kind of runs in his family. He's watched family members be taken away for being too out there and openly mentally ill so he has a reason to not trust doctors. Just associates therapy and things like it with abusive institutions. If he told a therapist all of his issues, he'd probably be sent to a psyche ward. Just the threat of being sent there single handedly kept him from killing himself or talking about his feelings when he was younger. He will continue to just be slightly abusive to the people around him thank you very much.

-Ego, Bro's got the government banning him from soccer and you think he's thinking of therapy? When Anri tells him he needs it offhand, he's like, revenge is my therapy. Insane as fuck but thinks that it's a good thing. He is not willing to talk about his issues to anyone, but especially not someone who will write it all down. Genuinely ruined a few relationships in his past because the main people he attracts are the "I Can Fix Him" people and it just never works. Suprisingly unself aware for how much he analyzes others.

-Barou, His main issue is just shame and failed gifted kid syndrome. But as soon as he's back up he's convinced he doesn't need help. Barou suffers from really high highs and really low lows but he also has the mental fortitude to handle it. He is a well adjusted and kind enough person outside of the soccer field so he never considers that he needs therapy. When he feels bad about himself he hits the gym but he's never really opened up to anyone and he sure isn't going to start once he gets more famous. Especially when he's seen as one of the best right now, can't risk his reputation.

-Rin, He's would rather gut himself with a sword than admit that his mental illness doesn't make him a cool loner wolf and just a lonely person who hasn't healed his inner child. Kind of just wants someone to baby him and tell him everything's going to be alright but in the mean time his barriers are up 24/7. He disdains therapy, thinks that he'd just be seen as a pay check and he kind of isn't wrong. Rin would rather pay money for expensive cleats than spend it for someone to suggest him breathing exercises. He also had a traumacore phase, but he'd rather not talk about it.

#every once in a blue moon my brain works #blue lock #bllk #blue lock headcannons #bllk headcannon #bllk anime #feel free to add on in tags #rin bllk #isagi yoichi #barou blue lock #ego jinpachi #kaiser michael #bachira bllk #hiori yo #niko ikki #ness blue lock #bluelock #chigiri blue lock #bllk fanfic

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post/734733274896809984/do-you-ever-worry-your-own-writing-might-come-off that makes sense. i was asking because i'm afraid of accidentally writing misogyny myself and i kind of admire what you do

Hmm... I wish I had better advice to give you on this front, but honestly, the only thing I can tell you is to consider the perspective of your female characters.

Women are people. They have thoughts and feelings of their own, so like... just let them have their own arcs. A lot of the worst misogyny in WC comes from the way that the writers just don't care about their girls (or, in the case of tall shadow, actually get undermined and forced to rewrite entire chapters), so they're not curious about their lives, or WHY they feel the way they do or what they want, or any direction for their character arcs.

Turtle Tail as an example. She'll often just end up feeling whatever Gray Wing's plot demands. She's gotta leave when Storm dumps him to make him feel lonely. She shows up again to love him in the next book. Lets her best friend Bumble get dragged back to Tom the Wifebeater, but is sad enough about her death to be "unreasonably angry" with Clear Sky, and then calms down and accept Gray Wing is right all along.

And then she dies, so he can have his very own fridge wife.

In this way, Turtle Tail's just being used to tell Gray Wing's story. They're not interested in why she would turn on Bumble, or god forbid any lingering negative feelings for how she didn't help her, or even resentment towards Clear Sky for killing her or Gray Wing for jumping to his defense. She isn't really going through her own character arc.

She does have personality traits of her own, don't misunderstand my criticism, but as a character she revolves around Gray Wing.

So, zoom out every now and then, and just ask yourself; "Whose story is being told by what I wrote? Do my female characters have goals, wants, and agency, or are they just supporting men? How do their choices impact the narrative?"

But that's already kinda assuming that you already have characters like Turtle Tail who DO have personalities and potential of their own. Here's some super simple and practical advice that helped me;

Tally the genders in your cast. How many are boys, how many are girls, how many are others?

And take stock of how many of those characters are just in the supporting cast, and compare that to the amount you have in the main cast.

If you have a significant imbalance, ESPECIALLY in the main cast, fire the Woman Beam.

It's a really simple trick to just write a male character, and then change its gender while keeping it the same. I promise women are really not fundamentally different from men lmao. You can consider how your in-universe gender roles affect them later, if you'd like, but when you're just starting to wean yourself off a "boy bias" this trick works like a charm.

Also you're not allowed to change the body type of any girl you Woman Beam because I said so. PLEASE allow your girls to have muscles, or be fat, or be old, or have lots of scars. Do NOT do what a cowardly Triple A studio does, where the women all have the same cute or sexy face and curvy body while they're standing next to dwarves, robots, and a gorilla.

Or this shit,

If you do this I will GET you. If you're ever possessed by the dark urge, you will see my face appear in the clouds like Mufasa himself to guide you away from the path of evil.

Anyway, you get better at just making characters girls to begin with as time goes on and you practice it. It's really not as big of a deal as your brain might think it is.

Take a legitimate interest in female characters and try not to disproportionately hit them with parental/romance plots as opposed to the male cast, and you'll be fine. Don't think of them as "SPECIAL WOMEN CHARACTERS" just make a character and then let her be a girl, occasionally checking your tally and doing some critical thinking about their use in the story.

(Also remember I'm not a professional or anything, I'm just trying to give advice)

#I wish I had more succinct and practical advice to give you besides the woman beam trick #Honestly I just kinda feel it out because I like telling stories about girls #I made it fun for myself by clapping and cheering and whooping and hollering whenever a girl does something #because it's not fun to write like a monk in a monastery #With the spectre of Brother Smockbimble looming over your shoulder telling you to Write Perfectly Every Time #Characters aren't real people. You can just fix it if you happen to fuck up or do better next time with what you learned.#Making mistakes is just part of acquiring skill #and writing is an art just like painting or drawing.#So don't make a fun OC project into homework! You should be enjoying making your own art! Express yourself!#Please understand that when I'm ripping into the series I'm being so harsh because it's bestselling corporate media #Read by HUNDREDS of thousands of kids worldwide #Raking in millions of dollars a year. Written by a TEAM of professionals.#So I have higher expectations of it than of a fandom rando on the internet. Or even a self-published author who's just One Guy.#Hence why I'm infinitely more charitable to Ratha than I am to Battle Cats #bones gives advice

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blossom-works · 1 year

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Warm Castle Walls

If you like this, check out my Hades Series!

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“You do know Zeus will stop pestering us if you allow him to see his niece.”

“True, but if Hera comes, she and Zeus may disturb the peace within our home. I won’t have them argue and disturb her.”

You smile at your husband’s protectiveness over your daughter, but the more you think about it, you understand. It is no secret that Zeus is not a faithful husband, and that Hera’s wrath should not be taken in vain. One time, Hera’s anger shook the Heavens so much that it felt like a mini earthquake in Helheim. That and she called you to complain and curse Zeus out.

When you married into the Greek family, you unknowingly signed up to be Hera’s vent buddy. Anytime Zeus let his desires get the best of him she would call you. It does get on your nerves when you are busy, but you understand her. If Hades were to ever cheat on you (Tartarus forbid), you would also need a person to vent to. Hades once asked you if you gave your sister-in-law advice on her marriage and you responded with no.

Sure, there are some things Hera can do, but it takes two people, or Gods in this case, to balance out a marriage. There is no way that your brother-in-law will change his promiscuous ways. Giving advice to Hera would be fruitless. Whenever Hera calls, you just listen and comfort her. Sometimes you would even set up a date with Hera to lift her mood.

Now that you think about it even more, it is probably best to postpone any visits from the Greek family. It will save yours and Hades’ sanity and most importantly, keep your daughter from having an early introduction to Godly drama.

Deciding not to think about it more, you decide to focus on what is in front of you. It has been three months since you birthed your daughter and she is growing as any other baby would. Some would think that babies born from Gods would grow faster, but that is not true. Babies born in Heaven to Gods - grow and develop just like human babies. They stop growing when they hit what is considered their young-adulthood phase.

Right now your daughter loves to suck on her fist and grabbing onto anything she can. She is also vocal as well. In the mornings she will babble to herself and if she is in a bad mood or really needs something, she will scream for attention. She also loves to be left alone. The only exception is with you and Hades. Your daughter loves to be held as long as she can by her parents. Everyone else like her caretakers, have a limited time before she starts to squirm and cry.

Hades’ bird is on his finger while his daughter is on his lap. Her cute laughs come after every trick the cockatoo does. Whenever she tries to grab the bird, Hades will hold his hand out further to protect his pet. All parents know how strong a baby’s grip is. Sitting down next to Hades you pick up your daughter and place her in your lap.

“Now, now. How many times does your father have to tell you to be gentle with his bird? Here, let me show you how to pet him.”

Standing her up and securing her with one arm, you raise your daughter’s hand and ask Hades to bring the cockatoo close. Your daughter bounces in excitement and if it was not for your arm, you are sure she would have fallen onto the ground. After calming her down, you bring her soft, cubby hands to caress the bird. Making sure she does not grab onto the bird or one of his feathers. Feeling the soft feathers against her knuckles, your daughter screams in joy. She tries to use her free hand to grab the bird but luckily your husband is there to stop her.

“Only one hand, sweetheart.”

Hades exchanges your daughter for the bird. Standing up, he throws her in the air, gracefully catching her with every throw. Your daughter is quite a daredevil. She loves to be high in the air. Sometimes when she if fussy, the only way to calm her down is to throw her in the air. You are quite sure she got this from your husband’s side of the family. Coddling her in his arms, your daughter takes off his eyepatch and starts munching on it. Before you can scold her, Hades laughs.

“What do you say about giving our child her own eyepatch?”

“I would say you’re trying to erase whatever genes she got from me and make her your carbon copy.” You tease.

With a free hand he pulls you up and off the couch to smush you into a family hug. The cockatoo flies away to his perch, probably for safety reasons. Hades plants a kiss to your head, laughing at your joke.

“That’s impossible. She may have my hair and eyes, but she holds your beauty as well.”

You have been with Hades long enough to get used to his compliments and flirts, but they somehow always make you blush and feel warm inside. There is this thing about your husband. He never says anything he does not mean. It is one of the many traits he has that makes him reliable.

Seeing you, your daughter throws the slobbered eyepatch somewhere across the room. She holds her arms out and makes “grabby” motions, telling you that she wants you to hold her. Now in your arms, she nuzzles into your shoulder. In the safety of her mother’s arms and knowing that her father is there to protect them, she falls asleep.

Extra:

After finishing today’s work, Hades heads into his shared chambers. When he changed into his robes and is about to go to sleep, he hears his daughter talking to herself. Lifting himself off of the bed he goes to her bassinet and sure enough, there is his princess, blowing raspberries. Picking her up, Hades tries to rock her back to sleep. He sways his body, hoping that it will help. Within a couple of minutes her eyes start to get droopy. Hades places her back in her bassinet and gets a fluffy blanket to cover the already wrapped baby.

With his index finger he caresses her chubby cheek. “Before you or your mother came things in Helheim were boring, and even lonely. But since I married your mother and since you’ve been born, the castle feels warmer. I no longer miss my brothers - your uncles, that much anymore because I have you two.”

Hades feather-kisses the baby’s forehead. “Thank you for warming up these castle walls.”

#hades x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #snv hades x reader #ror hades x reader #fanfiction #x reader

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kimi-twstheadcanons · 1 year

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Blow Us All Away

-Malleus and (Y/N) have a child, Maelora. A fae king father, a human queen mother, and a half-blood princess. A very happy family indeed. All seemed well, but an unfortunate event has befallen the family. Maelora describes her experience in this…

Pronouns: She/her

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST!!! ALL THE ANGST! Loss of a loved one

Note: I haven’t seen chapter 7 so this doesn’t really have anything in it other than one line inspired from what I’ve seen around the fandom. I also came up with this idea when I was listening to “Dear Theodosia reprise” a deleted song from Hamilton the musical. I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF AND HAD TO WRITE THIS I’M SORRY! It’s not perfect but I really tried. I just needed this idea out of my head

“I’ll be home soon, mother.”

•

I was picking flowers in the garden. Our lovely little garden that father had grown just for me away from all the other thorn bushes. He was the king of the Briar Valley, after all, he was ever so great and powerful. Mother is kind and compassionate but a mere human with no magical abilities. They say it’s because she’s not from this world but I never truly understood what that meant. Usually, she would help me with the garden and we would play and sing while waiting for father to visit us from his royal duties. If it wasn’t father it would be Lilia or uncle Silver who is usually accompanied by uncle Sebek. They may not be my real uncles by blood, but I don’t recall addressing them any differently.

“Hello there, our darling little princess! Are you making more flower crowns for your parents?” Lilia suddenly appeared out of nowhere, floating upside down above my head. He thought he could surprise me but I’ve gotten used to his tricks, at least for the most part.

“Haha, hi there, Lilia. Yes, I’ve almost finished up these new flower crowns. I apologize but I haven’t made one for you today.”

“Don’t worry about it, darling. Goodness, you truly do get your heart from your mother, yet you have your father's horns. You get your eye shape from your mother but your father’s eye color was so dominant in your genes it seems.” Lilia cooed as he placed his hand on my head between my small horns to gently ruffle my hair. I laughed gently and looked over the three flower crowns I had created. It took me a while because it was hard to remember the correct size of my father's head due to his large horns but I hope everything turned out well. Recently, my mother has been extremely ill. I don’t remember a day when she was the perfect picture of health, she had always seemed off, but her health rapidly decreased incredibly quickly over the last few months. Hopefully, the crown will make her feel better!

“LaLa, can you help me bring these crowns to mother and father? I think father is with mother in their room since it’s getting so late.” I asked Lilia, calling him by a nickname I had called him since I was born. He smiled a wide grin.

“Of course, Maelora, it would be my great honor to escort you to your parents.” He said cheerfully as he held out his arm for me to hold onto. I picked up all three flower crowns and carefully stood up from my blanket on the garden ground. Just as I wrapped my hands around Lilia’s arm, uncle Silver and uncle Sebek came running into the garden in sheer panic. They looked distressed and in a hurry. They panted as they tried to catch their breath.

“Lilia! Come quick, it’s important!” Sebek started since his breath recovered faster.

“Whoa, calm down! What is it? What could have happened so soon?” Lilia asked calmly yet confused.

“The queen! S-she…her illness! It’s gotten worse!” Silver was able to splurge out in pants. Lilia and I looked at each other in panic.

“Is Malleus with her?”

“Yes, but father, her time-“ before Silver could finish his sentence the sky of the Briar Valley began to rapidly swarm with dark and twisted clouds. Green lighting began to form within them. He was cut off by the harsh winds that blew along with the clouds. I knew who was doing that…my father. Something has happened.

“Take the princess and get her to her room immediately, she must not be allowed out until Malleus or I have said otherwise, is that understood?!” Lilia demanded Silver and Sebek. They saluted and offered me their hands for me to hold.

“No, what, why? Lilia, what’s going on?” I asked in fear. Lilia was quick to hand me off and now seemed to be in a very big rush.

“No time for questions, you have to go now! Please listen to me and be a good little princess! I promise I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Lilia, what’s going on with mother?! You have to tell me!” I begged him as Sliver and Sebek held onto my arm to keep me from chasing after Lilia.

“I can’t! I have to hurry before-“ Lilia was then interrupted by the longest and deepest, most heart-wrenching, bloodcurdling scream I have ever heard in my entire life, followed by loud green thunder and lightning strikes through the sky. The dark clouds turned black and the wind increased so much that it blew my mother's flower crown out of my little arms and completely into the air.

“Father…I think it’s too late…” Sliver said abruptly. Lilia went quiet as it began to pour rain on all of us. I looked around at all of them and noticed how all of their faces had fallen into dark shadows and auras of sadness began to radiate off each of them. I knew, but I didn’t want to believe why. I knew but young me was in strong denial. No one would ever wish for something like that to happen to them so suddenly.

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The next day, I was in my room after a bath. Lilia did my hair and helped me get dressed but the entire time he was sad. Silver and Sebek were instructed with watching my door as to not let me out. Lilia enchanted my balcony in case I would try anything mischievous. So I was stuck in my room, confused and scared. I carefully crept to my door to try and see if I could talk to Silver. He’s the only one who actually tells me information.

“Are you sure it’s the right time? She’s so young. I don’t think she’d be able to handle the news.” I heard Silver say on the other side of the door. I place my ear gently on the door to hear more clearly. As a fae, I can hear from far distances but not much because of me being half human.

“My apologies, Lilia, but I have to agree with Silver on this one,” Says Sebek on the other side of the door.

“She is far too young, even by human standards, to know such heartbreaking information. I’m still in shock from the whole ordeal myself. It hasn’t even been fully processed in my head and I feel…conflicted and confused. I can only imagine her reaction when she finds out the news.” He continues, his voice straining slightly as he proceeded with his words.

“I understand. I cannot say that I agree with the idea of telling her so soon. But she does deserve to know. The entire kingdom of the Briar Valley will be in anguish and our friends will know nothing but grief for months.” Lilia says, although his voice sounds…cold. As if all emotion that could have been was washed away.

“Father, you can’t be serious. Give her another day.” I heard Silver insist.

“Another day of what? Locking her in her room with no knowledge of the truth and wallowing in confusion and concern?” Lilia snaps. “She must know… Malleus has reached that conclusion, even in his state of agony.”

“And what of our friends? Who will tell them?” Silver asked gently.

“We’ve already called upon them. Gather them to deliver the news. That way it’s easier for us all and we won’t have to repeatedly explain what happened. They will already be in the Briar Valley for the preparations, they at least deserve to see her one more time.” Lilia explained.

“I see…” was all Sebek said after that. A pause occurred for a moment, all I heard was their steady breathing.

“Princess, I know you’re there. You can come out now.” Lilia said nonchalantly. It startled me at first but not much. I reached for the doorknob and gently turned it. I opened it slowly into the castle hallway and stepped out of the threshold of my sleeping chambers. I peeked from behind the door over to the three guards. Silver and Sebek held gloomy expressions as they stared at me but Lilia had a gentle smile on his face. But if you look closely, his eyes…his deep crimson eyes…they were dull. Not out of anger or power, but of sorrow and emptiness. Yet that smile he holds is so melancholic. He holds it for me.

“Come with me, dear. Your father wishes to speak with you about something important.” He speaks gently as he stretches out his hand for me to take. I move away from the door and walk towards him hesitantly. I place my hand in his and he begins to gently lead me away. I look back behind me to Silver and Sebek. They seem beside themselves and void of light. I look forward once again, trying to think of the best. Lilia holds a smile on his face but he can’t hide his solemn emotions from me.

Lilia walks me up to the doors of my father's study. The room where he handles most of his Kingly duties by himself. Mother and I would sit with him near the fireplace and he would read us stories of the Briar Valley or I would find mother reading while my father worked on papers. They were inseparable for as long as I can remember. Even if father had to be gone long they would send letters. Even when mother would be gone to see uncle Ace and uncle Deuce in the Queendom of Roses, or going to the Sunset Savanna to visit Leona and Ruggie for royal occasions. No matter where they went, they would send each other letters. Their love is a bond that cannot be broken. Before mother’s health dropped she started to stay in the castle more often, then just a few months after, her health declined. I never understood why her health never seemed at its peak. When I would ask her or father they would change the subject. When I would ask Lilia, Sebek, or Silver, they’ll tell me not to worry and that it was not my concern for the moment. They said I’ll find out once I’m old enough. I always thought it was odd but I would listen to them. What else was I to do?

“Princess…your father asked me to tell you why your mother's health was always low. Would you like me to tell you now, or when you're older?” Lilia asked me abruptly, pulling me from my thoughts. I pause for a moment, not knowing how to answer. I simply shake my head. To others that would be a vague answer but to Lilia he fully understood. He nodded with a soft smile and released my hand from his.

“Tell me when you want to know. I just want you to be ready and calm. We all love you, Maelora. We just want you to be okay, safe, and happy.” He told me, his smile slightly fading. He gently knocks on the double doors of my father's study.

“Your father is in there waiting for you. Just open the doors when you’re ready.” And just like that, Lilia turned around without another word and walked away. I take a deep breath for a moment, trying to think about how to approach my father. I hesitantly put my hand on the doorknob and turn it. I slowly open the door and peek my head in. I saw my father standing in front of one of the windows, his back to me. I quietly step in and shut the door behind me. I take a few steps forward, the clicking of my shows being muffled by the giant dark green carpet that covered most of the stone flooring of the study.

“…father, you called for me?” I asked hesitantly. No reply from him back. This silent action made me more nervous.

“How’s mother? Is she doing any better?” I foolishly asked. I didn’t know what else to do. My father was never this quiet unless he was angered. I watched him for a moment and noticed that his hands started to tremble slightly. He was on the verge of collapsing and was visibly holding himself together by a thread.

“My dear Maelora, how do I say this to you?” He suddenly started, his voice slightly trembling. He turned around to face me, a soft smile plastered on his face. Yet his eyes were red and slightly puffy. He had been crying. His expression was one of pain and sadness.

“Sometime last night, your mother breathed your name. Then like a flame that flicked out too soon…far, far too soon, she…she died, she’s g-gone..” he tried to explain to me. Tears were streaming down his face and he collapsed to his knees on the ground. My eyes wide and in shock, not knowing what to do I ran over to my father. I kneeled to him and hugged him as much as my small arms could. My shock stopped me from crying, it hadn’t fully hit me. A shocking image for anyone to see: the Great Malleus Draconia on his knees, a mess, being consoled by his young, half-blood, daughter.

My father took a deep breath and looked at me even as tears covered his vision. His lime green eyes were now dark, his black hair slightly in disarray, and his smile holding nothing but pain. “She changed my life, she made my life worthwhile. Without her, I never would have known how great life can be. She taught me things I never would have learned. Not just about her world but about mine and she showed me that there are so many things wonderful about living. She has forever changed this kingdom for the better and there will never be another like her…but you. When you smile, I know a part of her lives on, I know the kingdom and I can go on.”

I smiled at my father as he placed a hand on my cheek. The tears now start to form in my eyes and a broken smile forms on my lips, knowing I will never see my mother again, knowing I will never hear her voice again. I wipe my father’s tears away gently.

“You have come of age with the new improvements of our dark nation. We’ll bleed and fight for you. Even if it seems that’s all we do, you and I together will build a strong foundation. I promise to be here for you, that way I’ll teach you how to blow them all away.” My father spoke as he wiped my tears with his thumb, still holding a smile on his face. Pulls me close and lifts me into his arms as he turns and we both look out the large window of his study that he had previously been looking through.

“Someday, yes my daughter, you’ll rule this kingdom as the first Half-blood Queen, and blow everyone away.”

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I found it. The flower crown I had made for my mother all those years ago. I found it. I knew it was the same one from then because it was found outside the castle and the only flowers that hadn’t wilted were the green roses that were made from fathers magic. The only roses that grew in our special garden.

I walk up to my mother's grave, a beautiful statue of her befitting of a queen in place of a tombstone. I will never forget her voice, how she sang. How she and father would dance the nights away when they thought I was asleep. How she would whisper sweet nothings to me before I went to bed to assure me I am loved. She was nothing short of an angel.

I gently kneel and place the flower bouquet on her burial. “Hello again, mother. How are you today?” I ask her gently.

“Sorry I haven’t come to visit as of late. Leona insisted that I talk to him about matters between the Sunset Savanna and the Briar Valley since he and father got into another small quarrel. I can understand why you would visit the Sunset Savanna instead of father now, haha.” I told her as I stood up and placed the now fixed and renewed flower crown on the statue's head.

“In other news, the garden has gotten bigger. Father had it so the grounds would be extended and we could plant more bushes. You’d like it, I’m sure.” I continue to speak. The statue looked back at me with a gentle smile, a smile that resembled hers. But could never hold the same genuine warmth.

“…last night I had a dream. You were in it. You taught me how to dance the waltz-like the one you and father use to do. You sang me the song you and father used to sing together. It was like you were here again…” I looked into the statue's cold eyes. Eyes that looked like hers but would never hold the same life or light. I hesitantly reach out to place my hand on her face. It was cold and hard. Of course, it would be, it’s stone after all.

“You have her smile.” A voice suddenly spoke from behind me. A voice so familiar it’d be a crime if I didn’t recognize it. The voice that lead me all these years, even if he was busy with royal duties. I smile to myself and slide my hand away from the cheek of the statue.

Without turning to face him I ask, “Hello, father, how are you?”

“I’m perfectly fine. You were only gone for a mere few weeks, that’s nothing but a few days to me or even less.” He pauses as he steps closer.

“But to her…she would have said it was years. She couldn’t live without you close by. That’s why she took you with her for visits to wherever she went when she could.”

“I know, you told me that many times. No matter her state of health, she’d make time for her friends. Even more time for her family.” I reminisced. There is no other like her. So many people I have talked to. So many people who were kind and genuine. But her…she was different. It must be from the fact I am her child, but no one could match her light. Not to me. Not to my father. Not to our kingdom. She was like no other.

Father walks up next to me in front of the statue and places his hand on its head, careful of the flower crown I had placed on it. A melancholic smile on his face. I can see it in his eyes, the memories of him and mother flashing in his mind like it was yesterday.

A lingering question remains in my mind. A question I’m too afraid to ask in fear of an alternate answer from what I truly expect. But I ask it nonetheless; “…Do you blame me?”

The air tenses and I can now sense my father's eyes on me in confusion. So innocently he asks, “Blame you for what, my darling daughter?”

“Her not being here… Lilia told me the reason her health was always low. He said it was an after-effect of giving birth to me…” I continued. Lilia had recently told me the truth about my mother’s condition. I had been holding out on it but I got curious and now the thought of all of this being my fault couldn’t leave my mind. I needed an answer.

“My child. My only child. I indeed miss your mother dearly. She showed me that a world without pain doesn’t exist but a world with growth does. That is why I say now; it was not your fault.” My father said as he turned and gripped both of my shoulders.

“Your mother knew the consequences of having a child of fae - my child - a child so powerful it could kill her. She knew that no one of royal fae blood has ever had a human spouse, much less give birth to a half-blood royal fae child. She knew that there was a risk and she took it anyway, going against my and Lilia’s words of caution. We could not change her mind. She wanted you. She wanted us…as a family.” He continued, his lime green eyes staring into mine. Tears begin to well up, blurring my vision. I tried to hold them back but my father pulled me into an embrace and I started to bawl.

“Maelora Draconia, you are a gift. A gift that is more important to this world than they have yet to discover. Your mother loves you even in death. I will love you forevermore.” He smiles as he lifts my head to wipe away my tears.

“I miss her…” I say just below a whisper.

“I do too…” Father kisses me on my temple and moves his hands from my back. I grab his arm and turn the other way before waving to mother. As we walk away I strike up a conversation, just to break the silence. So I ask gently, “Father, do you mind telling me the story of how you met and fell in love with mother, again?”

“Not at all, my princess. It all happened, Once Upon a dream…”

#twst disney #twst #twisted wonderland #Diasomnia #Malleus Draconia #twst angst

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rotten-pomegranates-fics · 2 days

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not sure if this falls under your open requests but I absolutely loved your forced intox post 😳😳😳 CAN WE GET SOME FOR HISOKA AND ILLUMI MAYHAPS <3

Yes 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻

Warnings: weed, getting high, forced smoking, rape,

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Hisoka

He wants to fuck you without all the struggle, don’t get me wrong he loves when he gets to pin you down and your kicking a screaming but he wants to try this just once

He smoked quite the bit of weed in his youth so he knows what he’s doing when he gets a high dosage dab pen

When he comes home with it he says it’s to help with your anxiety, and he’ll act like he’s doing you a favour

If you don’t fall for his tricks he’s gonna get aggressive, walking towards you with his much bigger body, pushing it in your face saying it’s fine to just do it

If you keep refusing he’s gonna put it in your mouth and plug your nose (why do so many yanderes do that)

Butttt if your behave and just take a puff like he asked he’ll be very pleased and he’ll even be gentle when he uses your body like a sex toy later on after you get buzzed

Illumi

Illumi wants to calm you down before he gets you pregnant, he knows it might effect the outcome but if it means he can just hold you instead of pinning you then he’ll risk it

He asks miluki where to get it and miluki just pulls a dab pen out of his desk

Illumi is gonna walk in and just demand you take a hit with no room for arguing, he’s gonna be pushy and aggressive from the start even if you don’t put up a fight

When you smoke he’s gonna wait for it to visibly kick in before he starts anything

After he’s already fucked a baby into you if you remember he won’t show any remorse

He’s also gonna make you smoke when you meet his parents so you don’t freak out

#chrollo smut #hisoka headcanons #hisoka x reader smut #yandere illumi x reader #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere hisoka #hisoka x reader #yandere illumi #illumi x reader #yandere chrollo #chrollo x reader #chrollo

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requiemsystem · 2 months

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Hey, I'm starting to suspect I have OSDD-1b. If you don't mind much, I kind of want to get my thoughts straight.

I'm Siobhan, maybe. I looked at some names and I found myself charmed by that one. I probably use ze/he/they pronouns. I think I'm the newest one here and I kind of play a protector role for the host (uses e/thon/te/she if you're close to her). Honestly, she can kind of hold her own, though she's a little violent and angry, and it's kind of my job to reel her in. I love em, for the record, and I know e means well, I just gotta make sure e doesn't hurt anyone haha...

One of the other alters, Benton (any pronouns), is here with me. He's pretty laid back, and he's kinda forcing my hand at this haha.. I think he broke off from the host probably when the host was like, either abusing or quitting drugs... who knows? The host talks about how prescription drug abuse/withdrawal shaped her trauma and made her into a rage machine pretty often. I also have an inkling cannabis was involved in me coming about. I want to look into research on that.

I likely came around in the past year or two. Very weird because I didn't really recognize my parents' house. Like I knew what it was. It just felt so new to me. I guess that's part of why I started looking into it.

The host has been getting better lately, actually. Te has been able to front without getting violent or snappy, and te remembers a lot of old tricks te used to use to calm down that I certainly forgot about (or, wasn't familiar with???)

I think there's just the three of us.

Granted, I could just all be making this stuff up too. I'm not really sure of myself. I just wanted a place to put everything and sort of talk about myself using these words. I'm not sure how I feel doing it still, I might be pigeonholing myself or avoiding responsibility for myself, but I appreciate your time and askbox.

not really sure if theres a question here, but i think if u suspect OSDD it could be worth looking into! id advise reading the DSM-V to see if u fit the diagnostic criteria and then looking for other medical articles - grey

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redey3core · 9 months

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Scooter & Clover Headcanons

I had kind of a bad week so Imma post my individual hcs for these two to cheer me up :] it's a little long so click to see them all!

Scooter

18 years old (senior year).

Has 3 older brothers- Roller, Blade, and Skate (triplets, 23 years old).

Ojibwe. Knows bits and pieces of the language; not enough to speak it properly, but enough to trick non-indigenous people into thinking she can.

Has dyslexia. English is her least favourite class.

Her parents are pretty busy people. They work very long shifts and usually aren't home. Nonetheless, they love Scooter very much and try to make time for all of their children.

Scooter is most similar to her father, down to her mannerisms. Her brothers, meanwhile, take after their mother more.

In comparison, she's very good at maths. She's near the top of her algebra class.

Learnt to skateboard after Roller went through a skateboarding phase when they were younger. He eventually dropped it, but she kept the hobby.

Girls are her weakness. She absolutely melts at the sight of a girl she likes.

Generally very confident and rowdy. She's known to not take anybody's crap and can be a bit impulsive, especially when she's upset or angry.

Easy to anger, but also very easy to calm down. She doesn't really hold grudges.

Friends with all the guys. Her best friend is Wylan B.

Involved in the skate punk subculture. She's very vocal if she thinks something is unjust or unfair, even if it gets her into deep trouble.

Constantly covered in scrapes, bumps and bruises from skateboarding.

A thrillseeker. There's nothing out there that can scare her. At least that's what she claims.

Kind of nosey. It comes from a good place - she just wants to make sure her friends are alright - but she really doesn't know when to stop pushing people for information.

Only one out of her friends to have a driver's licence. She drives her brother's old battered car whenever she can get her hands on the keys.

HORRIBLE handwriting. Combined with her dyslexia, it's a miracle she's even passing half of her classes.

Clover

Alongside skateboarding, she's also a talented artist. It's a hobby she's not open about though, and she mainly draws at home.

A pretty decent fighter. Blade was the one who taught her.

17 years old (senior year).

Her family life is… complicated. Her family life is extremely dysfunctional and is still a source of extreme anxiety for her. She moved in with Marty when she was 13. Her family life is an extremely sensitive topic, and she will lash out if people question her about them.

Used to be a VERY different person when she was younger. She was very introverted, shy, a people pleaser and obedient to her parents. Marty's "bad influence" helped her to come out of her shell and tap into who she really is.

Very bubbly both on and off the stage. Her best friends are Amy and Hope, but she gets along with pretty much everyone.

Despite being very friendly, she finds it hard to open up/be vulnerable around others.

Clumsy. Prone to dropping things and tripping over her own feet. She has broken several pieces of music equipment by accidentally dropping them or falling over.

Takes a day off school at least once every 2 weeks to practise for the band. Her teachers hate it, but she's passing all her classes, so they can't complain much.

Highly emotional. She wears her emotions with pride, and she often influences her own friends emotions. This can be great when she's in a good mood... It's not so fun when she's feeling upset.

Has anxiety, partially as a result of her parents. Although it's under control, she finds it extremely embarrassing and hasn't told anyone else about it aside from Marty. Her parents and people yelling are major triggers for her anxiety.

Very close with Scarlett. She sees her like an older sister.

Learnt to play the drums in secret from her parents. She's been playing since she was 12. She started taking it way more seriously after moving in with Marty.

Enjoys reading, especially magazines. Has a monthly subscription to a punk magazine.

Cut off all her hair the night she moved in with Marty. She's kept it short ever since.

Has a fear of dogs, especially large ones. She was bitten by a large dog as a kid & the fear's just stuck ever since.

Has a tendency to be extremely impatient. If a customer takes 0.5 seconds too long to order, she'll be in a bad mood.

LOVES dyeing her hair. She's had streaks, bangs-only, half-half, ect. Her bathroom is stained green from her dyeing efforts.

Tutors some of the other students in English, mainly the sophomores and juniors.

Collects pins. Most of her stuff is covered in various types of pins. Her favourite is a custom green clover pin that she keeps on her schoolbag.

Was (and still is) her parents' favourite child. She does not like that.

Enjoys writing lyrics. Most of her songs don't make it to the band's albums (they're admittedly a little too teenage-y for Scarlett to sing), but she has a notebook full of self-written lyrics.

#ill eventually make ship hcs for them and my other ships bc theyre also very fun to do!!#i just want to share my individual ones first :]#flipline #flipline studios #papa louie #hollie's headcanons

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redskull199987 · 1 year

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Follow You

Ken Ryuguji x female!reader

Word count:2.9k -I got carried away

Warnings: Blood, Canon typical violence, reader is being beat up, mentions of R*pe(not on the reader), swearing, it's actually fluff in the end

Summary: You snuck out to meet up with your friends, but the Mobius guys you meet on the way disagree with your plans..

Masterlist

I tried to be as quiet, as possible as I made my way into kitchen. My mom was already asleep but I needed to get my keys in order to get back in, after sneaking out.

Yes, you heard me, I had to sneak out. Embarrassing, I know but not everyone had parents like my friends who had never heard of the word curfew before. Or no parents at all, like Draken.

Remembering him and my friends, I hurried and grabbed my keys before I went back into my room. I opened my window and carefully stepped outside. I slowly closed my window an started climbing down the ladders. Luckily, we only lived on the fifth floor, so it only took me a few minutes to reach the ground safely.

I huffed as I jumped down the last few centimeters. I breathed in deeply. The night air of Tokyo made me feel at home. I couldn't wait to finally see my friends again.

I was wondering, if Mikey had invited Takemichi too. He was relatively new, we only got to know him a few days ago, but Mikey really seemed to like him.

My thoughts were racing as I started to make my way to our usual meeting place. It was the shrine were the gang meeting were also held, but today it was just us.

I walked relatively fast, even though nearly no one was to be seen. It was already late and the most people were home with their families.

I wish I had paid more attention to my Surroundings, as I felt something solid hit the back of my head. I fell to my knees with a grunt. I quickly looked up, but my vision was a little bit blurry.

"Who do we have here?"

I recognized the voice as one of the members of Mobius. It was one of the guys who were present, when the girlfriend of one of Pah's friends was raped.

I gulped and tried to get back on my feet. The shrine was not far away, I was sure that the boys were already there.

"Oh no, you stay down!"

I yelped as the guy grabbed the back of my head a pushed me back down. As he took back his hand, I could see my own blood glistening on his skin.

"You're with Tokyo Manji", he smiled, "Were gonna leave them a little present"

He slowly leaned down and grabbed my chin, pulling my head up to look at him. He stared at me for a few seconds before he raised his hand and slapped me across the face.

I fell back, as I felt a bruise form on my cheek. It hurt like hell, but I tried to stay calm, in order to trick him.

I looked down, as he got closer again. Right as he was about to punch me again, I jumped up and pushed him to the ground. His minions, who had been standing behind me untill now, gasped audibly as I started running for my life.

"Get her!! Don't let her escape!!"

I heard how they started to chase me, as I rounded a corner. I nearly tripped, but I managed to save myself, before I miserably fell down.

It was one last corner left, before I reached the shrine. But unfortunately, what had to come, came.

I don't know how, but one of the Mobius people had outran me and I felt him grab my arm and he pulled me back against his chest. I tried to push him away but he put his hand on top of my mouth. His friends reached us in that exact moment.

Fortunate for me, because the guy who was holding me was distracted for a second. But a second was enough for me to kick him in the shin. He immediately let go of me and I managed to run the last few meters and around the corner.

I sighed relieved, as I saw my friends already waiting for me. Draken even saw me and raised his hand to wave at me. I wanted to smile at them, but I felt how a hand wrapped around my throat and pulled me back.

I choked, as the Mobius guy tightend his grip around my neck. I heard him chuckle next to my ear.

"You can't escape us", he mumbled, "Not even your friends can help you."

I watched, as Draken and the others immediately made their way over to us.

"Let her go!!", I heard Mikey yell.

"You wish", Mobius smiled.

He slightly squeezed my throat. I would've doubled over in pain, if his grip on me wasn't so hard.

"You piece of shit.", Draken pressed out. He looked like he would murder the Mobius guy any second.

My gaze wandered to him. I nodded As unobtrusive as possible. I waited for Draken to nod too. That was my sign and I did the same thing again as before. I kicked the Mobius guy in the shin as heavy as I could.

Unfortunately, he didn't react as hard as his goon. He only grunted and doubled over in pain, but he didn't let go of me.

"You bitch!!", he yelled.

I yelped, as he pushed me to the ground. I tried to get up, but before anyone of us could reached, the Mobius guy lunged forward and planted his foot in my stomach with all the strength he had. I tasted blood on my tongue, as I started to slip into unconsciousness.

"Y/N, stay awake!!", I heard Mikey yell.

I barely noticed how the fight around me started. I slipped in an out of consciousness. It felt like I fell off of a cliff but the impact never came. It was dreadful.

After a few minutes, I had at least managed to slow my breathing. My vision slowly but steadyly returned, as I felt how someone pulled me onto their lap.

"Hey Darling, stay a awake for me okay?", Draken whispered. I grunted, as he stood up with me in his arms.

"We need to get her to the hospital", Mikey mumbled. I felt how he gently pushed away a stray hair that had fallen into my bloody face.

"No...no hospital", I mumbled, as my gaze fell to the unconscious Mobius guys on the ground, "I snuck out, my mom will kill me."

"Fine, no hospital", Draken said,"Ill take her to my place."

"You sure?", Mizuya asked, "She does not look good. That last kick was pretty harsh. She could have internal lacerations"

"I'll be fine", I grunted. I tried to stand up, But Draken gently pulled me back into his arms.

"You're going nowhere right now, Y/N. I'll take you to my place to get you Cleaned up and then, I'll bring you home."

"Fine.", I said. After all, I had no real choice. I could barely walk and even though, I wasn't at risk of falling unconscious anymore, my vision was still slightly blurry.

Draken brought me to his Bike and gently set me down.

"I'm sorry for ruining our night.", I mumbled, as the boys said their goodbyes.

"You didn't ruin our night.", Pah smiled and patted my shoulder,"Its always nice to have a good fight."

I chuckled, as Mizuya slightly punched Pah's arm after his little joke.

"Of course, that doesn't mean that you should get caught in fights more often.", Pah quickly corrected himself.

"Thanks Pah.", I smiled.

"What he's trying to say", Mikey interrupted, "is that we're always here for you, no matter what."

"Thank you.", I sniffled, "I don't know what I would do without you guys."

"You'd probably be at home right now, studying or something else that is totally boring.", Draken grinned, as he got on his bike in front of me.

"Wow, rude.",I said sarcasticly, as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Always at your service, Darling.", Draken chuckled.

I felt how heat started to creep onto my cheeks, upon hearing that nickname. Fortunately, Draken started his bike and took off. The others watched us leave and I looked back on them for a second, before I laid my head down on Draken's shoulder. Only now, as the adrenaline slowly started to leave my body, I felt all the bruises and lacerations, which I had obtained in the last hour. I groaned as my head started to pound from the wound on the back of my head.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax, as we drove through the alighted streets of Tokyo. The cold night air eased my pain and little bit, so that it was bearable.

After about 15 minutes, Draken and I reached his home. The brothel. I had been here many times, so it wasn't new for me. After all, he grew up here and the people were nice, so I grew used to it.

"Come on, Love", Draken mumbled, as he got up from his bike. I only nodded and he helped me to my feet. I tried to walk on my own, but as I stumbled again Draken, after a few feet, he shook his head and picked me up bridal style.

With me in his arms, he started to climb the stairs to his room. I almost fell asleep to the soft swaying of his arms. My head was resting in the crook of his neck and his smell was intoxicating.

"Y/N?", Draken asked quietly.

I only hummed in response, so that he knew that I was fine.

After a few minutes, my eyes opened again. We had reached Draken's room. He pushed the door close behind him with his foot, before making his way to the bathroom.

"Let's clean you up."he said and switched on the light. My eyes squeezed shut at the bright light.

"Jesus...my head is pounding", I muttered, as Draken gently let me down on his bathroom counter.

I heard him chuckle slightly as he kneeled down to grab the first aid kid.

"Then we should start with your head, hm?", he asked as he pulled out the disinfectant.

I sighed, already feeling the stinging of the chemicals on the back of my head.

"Don't worry. I'll hurry", Draken promised.

I nodded and turned my head to the side, so that he could reach my wound.

"That looks nasty", Draken stated as he looked at it, "You better wear a hood for the next days or your mom will see."

I nodded and tried to suppress the hiss that left my lips, as he poured the disinfectant on the wound. He slowly started to clean it out, pushing my hair away from time to time.

After what felt like an eternity, he was finally finished and carefully Presse a band aid on the wound.

"First one done", he smiled.

"Great", I mumbled. I sighed and let my head fall against his shoulder,"I fucking hate Mobius!"

"They will pay for what the did to you.", Draken promised.

I looked back up at him and what I saw in his eyes was nothing but pure adoration. He raised his hand and ever so slightly grasped my cheek.

"I'll never let anything happen to you again, Y/N. I promise.", Draken murmured.

A smile crept onto my face:"Thank you, Ken."

I raised my hand. Slowly, my fingers closed around his wrist and I pulled him down to me by his arm.

I waited for any sings of rejection, but Draken didn't show any.

So, I just pulled him closer and closer, until he was only inches away.

"About damn time.",Draken mumbled before he pressed his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, just as passionate. I felt how he leaned forward, pushing me further back onto the counter. His hands came down around me, while my arms snuck around his neck, as he deepened the kiss.

As much as I was enjoying which was long overdue, I had to push Draken back, as his hands snuck under my shirt and he accidentally touched my bruise.

"I'm sorry!", Draken apologized immediately, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, don't worry", I smiled, holding onto my side, " 'm sorry."

"There is nothing to apologize for.", Draken said, "Let me see the bruise."

I nodded and slowly started to pull up my shirt. I gasped at the pain. Draken saw me struggle and slowly stepped forward.

"May I?", he asked quietly. I nodded and let him gently take off my shirt. Is sighed, as it was finally off.

I looked down and gasped. My abdomen was lithered in blue and purplish bruises.

"He only kicked me once, why are there so many bruises.", I asked myself

"He was wearing shoes with steel caps.", Draken explained, as he started to wrap a bandage around my stomach.

I furrowed my brows:"How do you know!"

He only grinned and lifted his own shirt. My mouth fell agape, as I saw the purple bruise on his lower abdomen.

"Draken!? Why didn't you tell me!?", I asked surprised.

"It's fine, don't worry.", Draken explained and let his shirt fall back down, "It doesn't even hurt and besides, you're injuries are way worst."

"That doesn't make your's better", I huffed.

"Well, what can I say against say that?", Draken asked sarcastically.

"Nothing.", I grinned and snatched the bandage from his hands.

"Your turn.",I stated and jumped down from the counter. I wish I could say that I landed as gracefully, as when I had snuck out earlier, but it was more like a blind cat had tried to get off of a tree.

Once again, Draken saved me from falling on my ass. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me against his chest.

"You good?", he asked, a sad smile on his face.

"I've never been better.",I answered, "Come on, get up on the counter."

"Yes, m'am.",Draken chuckled and lifted himself up on the counter.

"Will you take my shirt off for me too?", he asked playfully.

My cheeks reddened, but I did as he asked. I gently grabbed his black and white shirt and pulled it off of him.

I then tried to take of his white shirt That he wore underneath, but he was simply too tall for me to lift it over his head. And with him sitting on the counter, I barely reached his shoulders.

Draken chuckled, as he took his shirt off himself.

"Yeah, Keep laughing.", I pouted, playing as if I was pissed, but I couldn't help the grin that snuck on my face.

Finally, I started to wrap the bandage around his abdomen, just as he had done it for me a few minutes ago.

As I was working, I felt how Draken softly grazed his fingers over my shoulder. I shuddered at his touch.

"Stop it.", I grumbled, "I can't concentrate."

"Am I that distracting?",Drakem smiled and his hand immediately went to my chin. He pulled my head up to look at him.

"Obviously.", I chuckled.

"I really want to kiss you right now.", Draken said.

"Then do it", I mumbled.

Immediately, Draken leaned forward and connected his lips with mine. I smiled against his lips. This kiss was different. Less passionate and less lustful. It fell more promising, more emotional.

Draken's Hand gently rested on my cheek and as he pulled back. He softly nuzzled his nose against mine.

"Thanks.", he said. I looked at him perplexed, before I realized that he meant the bandage.

"Oh right", I agreed.

"It's pretty late", Draken stated and looked at the clock. It was 2 am by now.

"How about you stay here and I'll bring you back tomorrow?", he suggested.

I thought about it for a second. Tomorrow was Saturday. My mom worked in a coffee shop. Saturday's were always busy, which meant that she would leave the house before I even woke up, which meant that she wouldn't notice, if I returned later.

"That's a deal", I smiled.

Draken grinned and grabbed my hand. He pulled me into his chest. His naked skin against mine felt intoxicating and before I could say anything, Draken grabbed my thighs and hoisted me up against his body.

"Ken!!", I yelped, but he was faster. The sneaky Bastard. He pressed his lips back against mine, as he slowly walked back into his room and towards his bead.

Still aware of my wounds, he slowly let me down on the cushions. His hand gently supported my neck so that my head carefully landed on the pillow.

I opened my eyes and watched Draken move on top of me. A soft smile was on his face.

"It really was about damn time," he mumbled.

"It was.", I agreed, "Mikey owns me money now."

"What!?", Draken laughed.

"We made a bet on who of us would confess first."

"On who did you bet?", he asked.

I chuckled:"As if I'd ever tell you."

"Oh, you're gonna regret that!"

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steeklover · 1 year

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Hey! Could you share your steek hcs? Or how you interpret their dynamic? I really like this pairing and I would love to hear how you see them:D

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!

I’ve never actually made a headcanon post before (and I’m kind of terrible at explaining things) but of course I will share my thoughts about this ship. It’s so nice to know there’s other people out there who like them, I love them so much!!

My Steek Headcanons

Dynamic

-I feel like this ship has so many dynamics to it. I like the idea of emo Stan x happy Tweek, emo Tweek x happy Stan, happy Tweek x happy Stan and emo Stan x emo Tweek.

-Stan is reserved, closed off, introverted, depressed, probably emo, down to earth, thoughtful, a deep thinker, tender, sensitive, moral, logical, emotional, reasonable, kind of a jerk, jealous, caring, a good friend, loyal, dependable, trustworthy, compassionate, a leader and selfless.

-Tweek is a little more diverse to me, he can be outgoing, extroverted, talkative, talented, anxious, nervous, paranoid, easily angered, introverted, easily angered, easily annoyed, emotional, kind of a jerk, caring, a good friend loyal and and selfless. Tweek can also be just like Stan though, introverted, depressed, probably emo, reserved, closed off.

-Tweek uses his words to express his feelings while Stan is better at using his actions.

-Stan has social anxiety so he can relate to Tweek’s anxiousness.

-Stan is very patient with Tweek and his anxiety. He knows how it feels to be misunderstood when it comes to his feelings so he is always there for Tweek when he is freaking out. He knows that Tweek doesn’t like to be told to calm down or that he is being irrational when he is freaking out so he instead takes the time to talk out Tweek’s feelings with him.

-Tweek is the same way with Stan’s depression. He will do anything he can to make Stan even a little happy and doesn’t mind just being there for Stan if he doesn’t want to talk. He knows how it is to feel all these feelings but not knowing how to express them so he tries to be patient with Stan as well.

-Tweek is not the best at being patient though. When they first got together, Tweek would often mistake Stan being closed off as him being angry at him and would insist on knowing what was wrong, not knowing it had nothing to do with him. When Tweek realizes why Stan would become closed off at times, he could relate and that’s when he started becoming better at making Stan feel better.

-In regards to Stan’s alcoholism, Tweek would of course freak out when he eventually found out about it. He probably wouldn’t tell his parents about it because from his own experience, he knows how useless the adults in his town are. Instead, he would urge Stan to get help and would probably do a bunch of research on A.A meetings. He would probably go with Stan too, to make sure Stan knew he supported him. If Stan slipped out and drank again, Tweek would be understanding about it but would always keep a close eye on Stan when they went to parties with alcohol.

-In regards to Tweek’s meth coffee, Stan would probably be more vocal about it because it wouldn’t only be affecting Tweek, it would be affecting everyone that drinks Tweek Bros coffee. He would probably start a protest against the coffee shop and would get the police involved. Tweek wouldn’t want him to do any of that because he wouldn’t want his parents to be mad at him but Stan would remind him that this wasn’t only about Tweek, it was about other people too. Mrs. Tweak and Richard would be arrested and Tweek would go to live with Stan’s family.

-In regards to Tweek having withdrawals, Stan would probably call Kenny to ask him what to do since Kenny would probably have experience with that kind of stuff instead of taking Tweek to the hospital because… once again, adults are dumb. Tweek would be really sick for a few weeks but Kenny would take really good care of him and would give Tweek tricks on how to beat his addiction and have to prevent relapses. Stan would want to know everything about what he can do to help Tweek and would do research on his own and would constantly go to Tweek to give him tips. This would annoy Tweek.

-Tweek is good at initiating communication while Stan is better at actually communicating. This is because Tweek is very straightforward and doesn’t beat around the bush but he has trouble putting his thoughts together into words that Stan can understand. Stan is the opposite of this, he is good at sharing his emotions and thoughts but only does so when he is asked to because he is afraid that if he expresses his more depressing thoughts, that people will leave him. That being said, a big part of improving their relationship as it goes on is working on their communication skills.

-They are both big worriers but Tweek expresses his worries out loud, even though no one understands what he is talking about, while Stan keeps his worries to himself unless he is asked about them.

-They don’t argue a lot but when they do, their fights are really bad. They usually have something to do with not being open enough which makes the arguments even worse because while they are fighting they aren’t being open enough. Tweek gets angry easily but after a few minutes of fighting, knows that he is upsetting Stan a lot (Stan doesn’t like fighting because of his parents) so he’s usually the first one to end the fight and walks out of the room. Stan is the first one to apologize because Tweek is stubborn.

Family

-Both boys have daddy issues.

-Richard doesn’t like Stan as much as he liked Craig for some reason but he still promotes Tweek’s relationship with him at the coffee shop because it’s good for business ofc. Richard’s really two-faced, acting all buddy buddy with Stan when they happen to see each other in public but whenever Stan is over at his house, he acts like he doesn’t know him. Tweek gets mad at his dad’s attitude towards Stan but doesn’t say anything about it because he knows his dad never listens to him.

-Mrs. Tweak loves Stan though and treats him like his own son. She already kind of knows Stan because she’s friends with Sharon so she was really happy when she found out that Tweek was dating him. Mrs. Tweak likes Stan better than Craig though because he’s more lively.

-Randy loves Tweek because he loves that Stan has a boyfriend since he’s PC. Randy is really touchy and wild which freaks Tweek out because his own parents are the complete opposite of Randy so he’s not used to any adult being obsessed with him. Tweek does like Randy though, he just thinks he’s a little cuckoo.

-Sharon really likes Tweek too because he makes Stan happy. Shelley likes Tweek too, she thinks he’s cool which Stan thinks is really weird because Shelley doesn’t like any of his friends.

-Tweek and Stan hang out more at Tweek’s house because Tweek’s parents are more chill than Stan’s and just leave them to do their own thing. Randy is always in their business whenever they hang out at Stan’s house.

-It really bothers Stan how his dad seems to like Tweek better than he likes him and how Tweek’s dad doesn’t like him either. He seeks approval from both father figures but never gets it which makes him insecure. When he brings this up to Tweek, Tweek tells him not to worry about his dad because he’s not worth being upset over. When it comes to Randy, Tweek tells him that he doesn’t feel like he has his dad’s approval either so Stan doesn’t feel so alone.

Friends

-Tweek is really popular while Stan is kind of a loser.

-Tweek’s best friend is Jason White (CANON!!) He’s also friends with Craig’s gang of course (Craig, Token, Clyde and Jimmy) Tweek’s also friends with Wendy and the rest of the girls, the goth kids and Kevin’s gang of friends (Kevin, Bradley, Francais, Timmy and Scott Malkinson). Tweek deserves ALL the friends.

-Meanwhile Stan is only friends with Kyle, Kenny, Cartman and Butters. No one likes Stan’s gang because they got themselves into too much trouble so people decided to stay away from them. In high school everyone kind of mellows out so they just turn into losers who no one likes.

-Tweek is also friends with Stan’s gang. Tweek and Kyle shit talk a lot of things, mainly the dumb adults in their town. They also both have anger issues so they work on that together. Kenny and Tweek are really good friends too. Butters and Tweek are both a part of the drama club and like making crafts together. Even Cartman likes Tweek, they both like animals, baking/cooking and acting. They’re also both insane. It makes Stan really happy that his boyfriend gets along so well with his best friends.

-No one understands why Tweek likes Stan and his friends so much but Tweek’s pretty oblivious and doesn't know that everyone hates his boyfriend.

-When Tweek and Stan start dating, everyone gives Stan the if you hurt him, i’ll hurt you talk which annoys both Tweek and Stan. Stan’s friends trust Tweek though so Tweek doesn’t get the talk.

-Whenever Tweek invites Stan to come hang out with him and his friends, Stan declines because he’s socially awkward and knows everyone hates him but no matter how many times Stan tells Tweek that, Tweek insists that Stan’s just being shy and ends up dragging Stan along with him.

-Everyone is kind of skeptical of Stan at first but they eventually warm up to him and they become sorta friends. Stan and Craig still hate each other though because Craig is slightly jealous of Stan since Tweek broke up with him and Stan knows that and doesn’t trust Craig). That leads to the rest of Stan’s friends being friends with everyone else so… HAPPY ENDING!!

-Craig’s gang and Stan’s gang still have their stupid rivalry going on and fight over who’s gang Tweek is a part of. Craig’s gang claims that Tweek was originally their friend and that that didn’t change because Stan was dating Tweek but Stan’s gang reminds Craig’s gang about how Tweek used to hang out with them when they were kids, so technically he was their friend first. Tweek finds the whole argument stupid.

Hobbies

Music

-Stan and Tweek really like music. They both like singing and songwriting. Tweek plays the piano, the clarinet and the saxophone (all canon) and Stan plays the guitar. Tweek teaches Stan how to play the piano and Stan teaches Tweek how to play the guitar so they can expand their musical abilities together.

-Stan has a lame alternative punk rock/ heavy metal garage band with Kyle, Kenny and Butters. Cartman is their manager. Stan is probably the lead singer. He also plays guitar but not in the band. Butters and Kyle play the guitar in the band so Stan can focus on singing. Kenny plays the drums.

-Tweek frequently goes to watch Stan and his friends practice at Stan’s house. When everyone at school first heard about Stan and his band, no one cared about it except for Tweek because another headcanon: Tweek likes rock / heavy metal music.

-Tweek makes Stan really nervous when he watches him play so whenever Twek watches Stan, he always messes up singing. This really annoys everyone, especially Cartman, and when they figured it out Stan kept messing up because of Tweek, they decided that Tweek couldn’t watch them anymore.

-Because Tweek and Stan weren’t dating at the time, Stan told them that if Tweek wasn’t going to be able to watch them practice, they had to come up with a better reason so Tweek wouldn’t find out that Stan had a crush on him. And that’s how Kyle, Kenny, Butters and Cartman found out about Stan’s crush on Tweek.

-OKAY I REALLY LIKE THIS IDEA: When Stan’s going through a depressive episode, every song he listens to sounds like shit which makes Stan really sad because he loves music. When he told Tweek about it, Tweek recorded several videos of himself singing and playing the piano and gave them to Stan. When Stan’s going through it, he always listens to Tweek’s music because it’s the only thing he can listen to that doesn’t sound bad and it makes him happy.

-Tweek’s a theatre nerd of course so whenever it’s his turn to pick a movie on their date nights, he picks something like Dear Evan Hansen or Hamilton. Since Stan hates musicials he’s opposed to Tweek’s selections of movies at first. Tweek doesn’t care though and keeps picking them anyway which causes Stan to eventually like them, even though he never admits that to Tweek. Tweek knows Stan likes musicals anyway.

-Stan prefers watching Tweek perform on stage than watching musicials on their date nights. He’s really supportive of Tweek when he has a show coming up, he runs lines with him, gives him pointers and shows Tweek off wherever he goes. This has resulted in people asking Stan to try out for theatre productions but again, Stan “hates” musicals so he always declines the offers.

Sports

-Stan plays football which makes Tweek really paranoid because he’s afraid of Stan getting hurt. Tweek is always lecturing Stan about the dangers of playing football, telling him that he can get a concussion and go into a coma and die.

-Sometimes Tweek really starts to overthink about the possibility of Stan getting hurt so Stan said that he could come and watch him play football if he wanted to, so he could make sure Stan was staying safe.

-Stan didn’t actually think Tweek would go and watch him at every practice because he knows Tweek thinks football is stupid and boring but because Tweek doesn’t trust Stan to not do something stupid, he sits at every football practice to make sure Stan doesn’t get hurt.

-Tweek only starts going to each practice for Stan but since all his other friends are on the team too, he ends up being the unofficial nurse of the football team. He always has a first aid kit with him and he runs out onto the field whenever someone so much as falls down or bumps into someone else.

-That really annoys everyone on the team but whenever they complain, Tweek yells at them and Stan defends Tweek, saying that Tweek just wants to make sure no one gets hurt. That being said, the team had to make a rule for Tweek that if someone falls down and doesn’t get up within ten seconds, then he can go out onto the field and help them.

-Tweek doesn’t play sports. As everyone got older and started getting more serious about sports, the amount of injuries increased which really freaked Tweek out so he stopped playing them.

-The last straw was when Jason got hit by a car when everyone was playing football. Jason didn’t die but he did end up in the hospital. Tweek got really mad at Cartman for throwing the football into the road and didn’t talk to him for a week which made Cartman upset because he secretly liked Tweek and thought of him as his friend.

-Tweek does cheerleading because he wanted to do some kind of physical activity and thought that was the safest. All the girls loved the idea of him joining the team but since Tweek didn’t know anything about cheerleading, they had to teach him all the moves so he could get on the team fairly. He’s a fast learner though and he was already pretty flexible so he made the team within a few months.

-Everyone else teased him about it at first, saying that was really gay of him but Stan liked the idea of his boyfriend cheering the football team on at their games. Tweek cheers really loud whenever Stan has the play or scores some points, which is really easy for him because he’s always screaming.

-Even though he doesn’t play any sports besides cheerleading, Tweek’s really good at them. The football coach tried to get him to join the team several times but Tweek always declined. He was also offered a spot on the soccer team, the lacrosse team and the baseball team but also declined those offers because he didn’t want to get hit by any balls. Plus he thinks baseball is boring. He wasn’t offered a place in the basketball team because he’s short, which made him mad even though he wouldn’t have accepted the offer anyway.

-Tweek also still boxes and Jimbo still teaches him. Stan goes to watch him all the time and is amazed about how good he is. Stan tried to learn how to box too but he gave up because he was bad at it and didn’t like getting beat up.

-Stan also loves bragging about how his boyfriend and best friend can beat people up. Craig’s gang also likes to do the same thing but Stan’s gang says that Tweek is theirs which makes Craig’s gang mad. Tweek is basically everyone’s secret weapon since he looks so small and innocent but can fuck someone up.

Art/Creativity

-Stan is only creative when it comes to music, otherwise he’s not creative at all. Tweek is definitely the creative one in the relationship.

-Again Tweek’s a theatre kid and loves everything about theatre, acting, singing, dancing, costumes, make-up, stage production, all of it and he’s really good at it too. He usually gets the male leads in the productions the school does but PC Principal has made him play the female leads a few times which has made Tweek angry.

-Tweek also really likes painting and drawing and likes to paint pictures of Stan along with the rest of his friends. He’ll take pictures on his phone of Stan and his friends playing basketball or football or of them goofing off or even of them just being casual and will then recreate those pictures.

-The Asian girls tried to get him to draw Yaoi pictures with them but Tweek declined the offer because those pictures always made him uncomfortable.

-People have encouraged Tweek to sell his paintings to other people because they are that good. The idea of doing that made Tweek anxious at first because he didn’t like the idea of having someone not like his art but Stan encouraged him to do it so Tweek did. He makes a lot of money but he often gets asked to make pictures of him and Craig so he declines the offers and reminds people that he has a new boyfriend.

-Tweek is really good at baking and cooking. Tweek Bros. is the official hang out spot for the kids in South Park which makes Tweek happy because it’s easier for him to work when his friends are around. He was promoted to baking the baked goods for the shop instead of drinking the meth coffee which also makes him happier.

-Tweek doesn’t make any of his friends pay for their orders because he feels awkward taking money from them. Instead he pays for them. Cartman tries to take advantage of this but Stan and Kyle make sure that he doesn’t.

-Tweek and Stan both love playing with legos (also canon). That being said, they have lego projects they work on together at Stan’s house because his house has more room.

Other

-Stan is bi and Tweek is gay.

-Stan is tall (6’3) and Tweek is short (5’3) (Tweek is 5’3 because I’m 5’3 and I said so)

-I think either character could confess first depending on the situation. I feel like Tweek would be more straightforward about it, like he would just come out and tell Stan that he liked him while Stan would probably kiss him by accident, exposing himself.

-Stan is the big spoon. Tweek tried to be the big spoon but it was hard because he’s so small and Stan’s so big.

-They are both messy sleepers who move around a lot when they are sleeping so they both steal the blankets and kick each other off of the bed and stuff. In the morning, Stan is halfway off the bed and Tweek is sleeping at the end of the bed.

-They both LOVE animals. They probably volunteer at their local animal shelter so they can play with animals all day. Tweek’s parents are clean freaks so they won’t let him have any pets but Tweek loves Sparky so Stan lets Tweek play with him all he wants. When they move in together, they probably get a dog and a cat.

-They are both big activists. Tweek wrote Put It Down to advocate for victims of distracted driving and Stan did that whole protest in Fun With Veal so why shouldn’t they work together. They are probably really big on animal rights but don’t work with PETA because they think the organization is weird. They probably have their own organization in the future. They also protest about the stupid things that happen in their town (ex. the Buddha Boxes) and help South Park become a better, somewhat normal town.

-Tweek is a vegan so when Stan finds that out, he goes vegan too. Cartman always teases them for being pussies but Stan and Tweek don’t care because they don’t like eating/using animal products anyway.

-Neither of them would want kids because Tweek would find them to be a lot of pressure and Stan would probably be scared of being a bad father to them like his own dad was to him. So they have pets for their children instead.

-Stan would probably grow up to be a football player/coach or an activist. Tweek would probably grow up to be an actor or a baker.

THIS ENDED UP BEING 8 PAGES ON A GOOGLE DOC, OMG IT’S SO LONG!! But I loved doing it because I just love these two so much. Tweek and Stan are tied as my number one favorite character so I ship these too HARD. This was also really good for me to do because it gave me a lot of ideas for fanfictions for these two.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK ANON, YOU ARE THE BEST!! I LITERALLY SMILED SO BIG WHEN I SAW THIS ASK IN MY INBOX!! I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY AND IF YOU HAVE ANY MORE QUESTIONS PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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kulekrizpy · 2 months

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fixed stranger things season 4 finale

there was actually a lot i liked about this season! there was also i did NOT like

-russia plot should've been 3 eps at the maximum. come up with something for the adults to do after that

-hopper reunion should've been middle of the season. it was all build-up and so little payoff. i propose he and joyce land back in the states and learn el was abducted and the boys are missing. maybe murray figures out a way to track them. then joyce and hopper go to save their fucking daughter!! perhaps they are a day or so behind the boys, so they still get their little journey. or maybe they land somewhere else and converge on el's location

-after that, one, MAYBE TWO, eps before the NINA plot is resolved

-el and hopper deserved to be a family on screen. their relationship is important. and now even more so. they both understand what it's like to be imprisoned and tortured... they thought they wouldn't see each other again. why do the duffer brothers do this to me

-joyce and hopper could've gone on a date, had a stakeout that sort of counted as a date, something

-too much papa. mf should've been dead ages ago

-i think el deserved to kill him

-just wanted the whole group to be able to coordinate. and the adults to BE THERE AT ALL.

-nancy and jonathon should've been able to meet much earlier in the season to give them time to actually interact in the awkward state of their relationship. to talk...... this goes for a lot of characters. we stick thru the show for the characters, let us see them together!!

this ended up way long... more under the cut

-how do the parents of the rest of the kids still not know what's going on?? they should have some hint

-also erica snitching to the cops ?! cmon girl 😭

-chrissy and eddie were both acted so well. the duffers keep creating these great characters and wasting their potential 😭

-eddie cutting the rope and moving the mattress :| bad decision. i guess it was to buy more time but augh. yknow, if they'd had an adult with them..... (also still do not understand how the rope works. wonder if it was a reference to Rope Trick in D&D)

-any of the young adults walking away from each other in the upside down was a dumb move. i could barely concentrate on the contrived romantic drama bc i kept thinking "robin HAS to have stepped on a tentacle by now"

-when whatshisface was yelling about how chrissy wouldn't buy drugs, that she wasn't going thru anything bc she never talked about it, lucas should've had lines relating to his experience with max. that people isolate themselves and feel like they can't talk to the ones they care about. even if it didn't calm whathisface down, i think it would've been a good and true attempt, and it would've tied into the themes of the season

-when lucas punched out that hateful prick and was free, LUCAS' VOICE SHOULD'VE PULLED MAX OUT. if her favorite song works, why not a favorite voice?! he and el pulling her out together would've been so amazing...

-for that matter the decision to take off her headphones at all sucked

-in my opinion max's fate was far too brutal. jesus christ. she didn't deserve that. one broken arm would've been traumatizing enough. if it's for a plot in the future, they still could've made her blind since the process had already started. and i'm scared she is paralyzed. like, just. what the fuck man. hasn't she dealt with enough?!

-not to mention lucas and el watching that... :( i was stricken over that scene. too many tortured kids this season

-someone else could've died to complete the portal. not that i wanted more brenner, but what if they had utilized his character that way? maybe he comes after el (he sees her as his project, his life's work... her escaping while he still lived wouldn't be uncontested). maybe el actually kills him in place of vecna killing max, and the portal is opened anyway. then you could've had a vecna invasion as the finale

-this way you can still have el feel guilty and give her more development (max could be somewhat hurt, but add in killing brenner and completing vecna's portal and vecna has some great manipulation material for next season. "you're just like me eleven, you hurt the ones who hurt you and helped me complete my portal...")

-pacing was terrible. should've put the volunteer scene with robin and the cute girl in the beginning of the season, or at least before the climax. they left so many subplots going so long they had to resolve them all at the end, so it felt both packed in and much too long

-every scene was too long. it's like they were given all this time, and rather than make good use of it, they just stretched out the original hour-long plots

-gonna have an negative pavlov response to joyce wearing a hat now. i cannot explain how aggravating the russia plot was. every episode i thought "it MUST be over by now!" and then THEY DIDN'T EVEN LEAVE RUSSIA UNTIL AFTER THE CLIMAX OF THE SEASON. if it was due to a scheduling conflict they really should've figured something else out

-this show is about mommy issues. lean into it

-GIVE WILL AND MAX POWERSSSSS

-if there is not a flamethrower per person next season what is anyone even doing

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He made another fucking list! There is another piece of paper taped to my wall! I am officially starting a bidding for this man, the starting price is 1 dollar. I walked into the living room to him sitting on a couch looking at the paper and he kept saying ‘I’m missing something’ Apparently my brother is the dumb version of Nancy Drew. The list is about Ben and the drugs and how that will play into s3 and obviously Britin as well. I did have to reveal to him yesterday that he is on steroids because my brother was convinced it was cocaine. Now I’m wishing I didn’t. So this is what he wrote on it. It’s split in half and the top half is called Ben+steroids and the points he made are: -Ben goes to rehab and the season revolves around that to try and make him less boring, -Ben gets Michael into steroids but that’s just dumb, cmon (his name) you can do better than that, -Ben ODs and we are back to debbie hating him, -he loses his job and itll be embarrassing for me to watch -they use this to write off the actor but then Mike becomes annoying again, and my all time favorite -it was just a trick bc in reality what happened was Benny gave that guy a lecture about Buddha. So that was all on the ben part. The Britin part is him trying to work out his previous theories: -I don’t think the reverse sugar daddy thing will happen, i mean he has a 30k worth car. -Justin will wake up one day and look up and see that goatee and dump him immediately, -okay so Justin is not gonna cheat with Brian so maybe Brian does something really cool which leads to Justin realizing he is the one, -or Ethan does something even more boring than simply existing and Justin has a wake up call. -maybe Bri can get him to do more posters for work and thats how they connect again through the love of sex and art, -BRIAN ADMITS THAT HES IN LOVE AND FUCKING SAYS IT! With his full chest! And makes it romantic but not too romantic so that he doesnt freak out. And in a very very small letters he wrote in the bottom ‘it’s still fuck Ethan till the day I perish!’

So that’s what the new addition on the wall is now. Dramatic and dumb just like he is.

Also i genuinely cannot believe you have people coming to you about the fire house thing he said. I will admit that even I have had moments where i go ‘damn, he just spilled some tea’ while he’s talking, meanwhile this idiot is 60% pain pills while he is blowing my mind with random shit he says.

The funny thing is that that fire house is kinda our “inside joke” minus the joke part. When he was little and i did something bad that i would think my parents would kill me for, he would calm me down by saying ‘the house is not on fire’ basically trying to reassure that no matter what, all is okay. So it kinda became our thing and then every once in a while he would do something dumb (like get rainbow hair) and i would get a call/text that just said ‘the fucking house is burning the fuck down!/the bitch is on fire and it’s blazing!’ And that was basically a ‘take this as a warning that I pissed them off’. And when i mentioned that the next day, this dumbass couldn’t even fully remember what he said. He remembered it all except the water part which is annoying cause that was the part i wanted him to clarify. I swear to God we are (kinda) functional human beings. It just doesn’t look like it right now.

ALSO!! We might actually get to the break up tomorrow! He wants to watch 4 and 5 today sooo we are getting closer!!

Okay! You heard it here first folks - Brother Anon is up for adoption. Come make your intentions known.

These lists! Compared with your brother’s ideas, Ben manages to make steroid abuse boring. He’s going to be so disappointed.

Hopefully he won’t be disappointed with the Ethan-cheating storyline. I dislike it (I want Justin to choose Brian and nonmonogamy because he decides Ethan and monogamy are not a good fit for him, not because Ethan cheats) but also the “Brian never had to apologize” line is iconic and I think your brother will like that.

Okay but that’s a sweet story about how he would comfort you as a brother by telling you the house was not on fire. I love that that line was from that.

Keep us updated dear sweet anon!

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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