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cuubism · 22 days

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HURT/COMFORT PROMPTS YOU SAY *pulls out giant scroll* okay what about (probably human) trans chronically ill dream dealing with a health crisis and hob is trying to support him through it? bonus points: maybe dream's parents are being shitheads so dream and hob have to get _married_ to make sure dream's wishes in hospital or wherever are respected?

(from meadow. i am not having feelings about anything in particular, Why would you Ask.)

@meadowziplines this was supposed to be angsty but it just ended up kind of wholesome tbh. that's the opposite of what usually happens to me

you've seen married for tax purposes before, now see married for next of kin legal rights

Hob knew he wanted to marry Dream within two weeks of their first date, but he tried to be reasonable about it. Dream was shy and guarded his hard-won independence closely, and Hob felt that just declaring his eternal love too quickly was a sure way to scare him off. So he didn't.

Now he's regretting it, because hell, it would have made this so much easier. That's not how he wants to think about marrying Dream, about it making being in a hospital easier, but here they are. And he is.

And it's why he's hiding around a corner as Dream's parents are "visiting"--more like being complete assholes--his hospital room. God, Hob hates them. This whole situation is the only reason he's even met them--Dream doesn't talk to them anymore, and for good reason, but the moment they caught wind of vulnerability they pounced on the chance to regain control.

Dream is an adult and can make his own decisions, but Mr. and Mrs. Cunt have proven very slippery and manipulative and have played the 'Hob's not family, we're family' card at every possible turn to get him kicked out of the room. Hob's gotten a couple of the nurses on his side on account of not being a complete asshole but he still doesn't like his chances duking it out in front of hospital administration over who gets to make Dream's medical decisions if he's incapacitated.

Dream's fought so hard to have control over his own life. Hob won't let him lose it.

Which is why he's currently hiding behind the vending machines until they leave, rather than going in there and telling them where to shove it.

He waits with bated breath until they're gone, then scrambles out, rushing down the hall with his paperwork and slipping into Dream's room. He feels like a criminal. Which is exactly why he's doing all this.

"Hob," Dream breathes, as Hob closes the door behind him. He looks exhausted. Terrible parents who insist on disrespecting you are not good for fragile health. "I thought you left."

Hob flashes him a grin, but feels how it wobbles. "Never. Just had to go get something."

He's so nervous about how Dream will react to this. It feels so likely to go wrong.

He sits in the chair by the bed so he's on Dream's level, takes his hand. "Listen, baby. This-- this really isn't how I wanted to do this. But I just-- I really don't want things to go wrong, you know? And if they do go wrong, I want us to be able to do something about it. I want to be in your corner."

His anxious rambling makes Dream's face start to fall. "Hob..."

Hob thrusts the paperwork at him. "Will you marry me?"

He had something so much more romantic in his head for the moment he finally asked Dream to marry him. He would have swept him off his feet and made him feel special. If only it could have been different.

Dream picks up the papers, seemingly in shock. "This is..."

"I did all the paperwork already, it just needs signatures," Hob tells him. "And I bribed one of the nurses to let us out for an hour to go to the registrar's office. If. If you want."

Dream keeps staring at the papers in silence. Hob doesn't want him to think this was just some act of desperation, even if it kind of was, at least timing-wise. God, this isn't what he wanted at all.

"I wanted to marry you anyway," he says, shifting nervously in his chair. "But now it's just-- I don't want you to be scared that something will go wrong with the surgery but I want you to know that someone will have your back and do what you want. Not--"

"--my terrible, terrible parents?" Dream finishes, lips finally quirking up in a half-smile.

"...Yeah." He swallows hard to calm himself. It's a lot, what he's asking, in a sense. All the legal rights it creates. But. "If you can trust me with this, then I'll protect you. I promise."

"You have already," Dream says. "As you did with the hospital admin. I think they hate you now." He seems quietly delighted about it.

Hob's always known he can be a bit annoying at times but this experience has taught him how truly annoying it is possible to be. When they got there, none of Dream's chart info was under the right name or gender, and nobody seemed particularly inclined to update it. At least not until Hob pestered them, and pestered them, and pestered them.

So yeah, they kind of hate him, but he got to be Dream's hero so it was all worth it in the end.

It's another reason he needs to get this legal shield in place now. Between Dream's slick parents and their money, and Hob who's being a continual nuisance, he thinks he knows who'll come out on top with the administration.

"...So?" he says. "Will you marry me?"

Dream starts tearing up, and Hob thinks, oh god, oh god, I've ruined it-- then Dream pulls him close and throws his arms around him. "Yes," he breathes. "I will. I-- I wanted to for so long."

That makes idiots of the both of them, then.

But Hob doesn't dwell on it for long. He hugs Dream back, then kisses him, pressing his face between his hands. Now that the stress of asking is over, the real feeling bubbles up inside him. Joy. Elation. He's marrying Dream.

"I love you," he says, and Dream smiles. "Now let's get out of here."

Their makeshift ceremony at the registrar's office is very emotional despite being completely spontaneous. It's just them, plus Death who Hob got to come along as their witness, and they don't yet have rings to exchange--but at the end of it, Dream is his husband.

Truthfully, Dream deserves better, he deserves a lavish romantic ceremony with flowers and fine clothes and desserts and anything he could possibly want. But... Hob is his husband now. He can give him better, later. And what a joy is that.

Dream is exhausted by the time Hob gets him back to his room, but seems happy nevertheless. He takes a nap while Hob goes to show a copy of the marriage license to hospital admin and gets them to update their records. The next time someone tries to kick him out of Dream's room it's fucking on.

And he doesn't have to wait long. He gets one peaceful day of being able to sit in Dream's room unimpeded, reading to him and just generally being able to enjoy his company without hiding behind the vending machines, before Dream's parents come back.

Dream tenses at the knock on the door, and Hob's never felt more powerful than when he stands up and says, "Don't worry, I'll tell them to leave."

"You needn't--" Dream starts, but Hob shakes his head.

"Oh, no, I'm looking forward to this."

He opens the door with a grin to find Dream's mother on the other side, and stands conveniently in the doorway, blocking her view of Dream. "Hey."

Hob can practically see her blood pressure rise at the sight of him. "You. I thought we had dealt with you."

"I'm hard to deal with," Hob says. "Sorry." He's not sorry.

She tries to push forward. "Out of my way."

Hob blocks her, and can't help a rather vicious smile. "Dream wants you to leave."

"You have no right to even be in here, never mind to tell me to leave," snaps Dream's mother.

Hob hands her a copy of the marriage certificate. He's got several. "On the contrary."

She stares at it, and is, for a moment, completely speechless.

"As Dream's husband," he says, and oh the words are delicious, "I'm telling you to leave. And I think you should do it before I call security on you." An echo of what she and Dream's father had said to him in the past.

Her jaw clenches and she shoves the paper back at him. "That they even let people like you marry in this country is an abomination. You are perverting the sanctity of marriage."

"That's my absolute favorite thing to do," Hob says, and shuts the door in her face.

"I think you enjoyed that far too much, Hob," Dream says as Hob turns back to him. Then he starts giggling. "Did you notice?"

"What?"

"Mother finally agreed that I am a man so she could be homophobic about it," Dream says, and dissolves into giggles once again. "She always said I needed to find a husband; I can't imagine why she isn't happy that I have."

"'Apologies, Mother,'" Hob says, doing his best imitation of Dream's posh accent as he sits down beside him again, "'I know you would have preferred that I marry a respectable young heir from the polo club but I'm afraid I'm shacking up with the guy running the local tavern. In lieu of a gift please just don't attend the wedding.'"

Dream laughs again, then says, "Will there be a proper wedding?"

"You want there to be?"

Hesitantly, Dream nods.

"Then there will be."

Dream smiles, and Hob takes his hand, squeezes it. "And think on what sort of ring you want," Hob says. "By the time you get out of surgery next week, I'll have it for you."

"I do love you," Dream sighs.

"Not regretting not marrying Lord Whoever from polo club?"

"There was no polo club," Dream says. "There was croquet, however--"

"Oh my God--"

"--however, you are the one I want to be married to."

Hob smiles. "Good." He kisses Dream's hand. "And you know, right? You know I wanted to marry you anyway? This was just a-- a timing thing."

"I know. But, I admit, I've found this all far more entertaining than I'd have thought." He smiles up at Hob. There's nothing better in the world than that clever smile. "You are a gallant husband."

If Hob can get Dream to keep looking at him like that, he thinks he'll be happy for the rest of his life.

"Promised to protect you, didn't I?" he says. "And so I will."

#hob said 'dream identifies as a man and you better respect it. as for me? i identify as a PROBLEM'#i think he should get to be super annoying as a treat #dreamling #my writing #ask #meadowziplines #hob's like ask me not about my dreams of being a knight in shining armor ok. don't even ask #cw homophobia

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deluweil · 2 months

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I think I realized what bugged me with Buck's coming out story in 7x04.

It's that he's "rewarded" for "bad behavior".

Don't get me wrong I was probably one of the loudest advocates for Bi!Buck, and I'm deliriously happy we got that.

But the fact that 7x04 went almost exactly the same as 2x01, behavior wise, that bratty, how am I not the center of attention? I'll show you your place, (the respect your elders crap) was very disturbing for me.

Like, aside for the fact that Buck finds out that he likes to be railed by boys as well as doing girls, there's no real character development here.

He knew, intellectually, at first that he was jealous of the attention Tommy got from Eddie, which really, considering everything that predated that was completely understandable that Eddie will look for that friend to do stuff with that they both enjoy somewhere else.

At first, it was the "She sees me," and as we can comprehend from "welcome back to the world of the living Buck, you were missed." Means that Buck was absent from their lives while he handled his death in the form of a relationship with a death doula, that he immersed himself in, completely leaving Eddie to deal with his trauma and loss, of Buck's death, and the consequent heartbreak of Buck choosing Natalia, on his own.

And now Eddie finally has that new friend, who's so much like him, to hang out with, that is worlds different than Buck and suddenly wide awake Buck realizes he's "losing" his best friend.

And I'll be the devil advocate for a minute and ask the Theo (teen wolf) question, come on Buck was he really still your best friend?

Because Eddie and Tommy have been hanging out for almost two weeks? (Though pretty sure more, considering that they have the basketball get-together more often than not and Chimney was probably the one who introduced Tommy and Eddie) it reached a level where Christopher met and loved Tommy (because seriously dude's awesome) almost instantly, but Buck didn't know that until he babysat Christopher and the kid told him about it.

Which makes me ask, where was Buck all that time? Absent? Taking Eddie for granted in that he will always be there?

Eddie has kept his mouth shut through a lot, Buck's sprem donor adventure, the death doula, the she sees me line, through months of separation because Buck cut himself off from everything they were outside of work.

On the surface, they were fine. But Eddie loves Buck enough to welcome him with open arms to everything, Vegas (you know he would have been ecstatic if Buck could go with them), basketball, babysitting Christopher which is world's different than 3x05-3x09.

He even forgives Buck immediately for railroading him on the basketball court.

Not mentioning the whole posturing at the firehouse, I have yet to manage to watch the entire scene (or 2x01 posturing) without cringing and fast forwarding it.

When Tommy goes to see Buck, he's there to figure out what is happening and to apologize in his and Eddie's names because THEY didn't mean to exclude him?? (In the two weeks they were building a friendship? And it's not like Eddie didn't invite Buck to play basketball. It's that Buck didn't want to.)

And Buck, even though Maddie told him he was wrong in what he did, didn't go to see Eddie and apologize. He immediately assumes that Eddie wouldn't want to see him.

First off, that's crap, he made you his son legal guardian, and second, at this point, you're a grown ass adult, do the right thing and even if he's mad at you call to APOLOGIZE!

It's not hard, it's supposed to be the easiest thing in the world, you hurt someone you love, you apologize.

How did Gibson tell Maya in Station 19 after she hurt Carina (emotionally) "You'd be surprised how far an apology can get you".

Buck should have apologized.

Now that kiss was something else, Tommy was super sweet and Buck proved himself to be an adorable bossy bratty bottom, the railing will be epic.

BUT! That relationship will come at Eddie’s expanse. This time excluding Eddie.

So not only Buck was mad that he was excluded, he's the asshole who befriended his best friend's friend cause he wanted the attention (of whom? Will be debated for months around this fandom) And now he excludes Eddie from his life again and disconnects him from the new friend he made.

That is isolation. Because as experience taught any of us, when our best friend gets a boyfriend/girlfriend they are busy! Either dating them or doing them or both.

Trust me I have had enough breathy phone calls answered by my gay best friend to learn to text first, and it didn't matter how many time I told him to stop answering during sex.

My girl friends knew better, but they also didn't call back until after they broke up with whoever the dude of the month was.

So yeah, I am mad on Eddie’s behalf, because Buck has not only done to him what he hates being done to himself, but he also reverted in the behavior to Buck 1.0 in 2x01.

I wish the Tommy/Buck pairing will be sweet and fun and explore new avenues for Buck.

But I want to see some growth damn it! Being out as Bi is brave.

But it is not a character growth if the people around you get hurt so you can get your way.

A lot like the lawsuit story (which, by the way, I was on Buck’s side for that one) but this is different, this is 4 years later and so many things happened.

Eddie went to therapy, and he reacts differently to certain situations now, when 5 years ago, he would have lost his head.

Buck did therapy, but nothing was solved, he's still reacting the same way he did in S2 and I am over it.

So yay to Bi!Buck!

But I wish the writers didn't make so that the growth won't be as significant as it should have been with giving him the same patterns of crappy behavior he exhibited in 2x01.

And there is no, "you're badass under pressure brother" here to cultivate Buck’s praise kink, just a kiss from Eddie’s friend.

Eddie who is sitting injured at home, alone, again (no, Marisol doesn't count) and Buck hadn't even apologized to him, but he was rewarded for making googly eyes at the wrong guy, because it's perfectly normal to be this jealous over not getting the attention of someone you just met, over the attention of your best friend of 6 years.

I understand this may offend a lot of people, but I had to get it out of my system.

No offense is intended, I just call it the way I see it.

I feel like Bi!Buck deserved a better intro story than what it got in 7x04, that kiss shouldn't have been made bittersweet, and I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one seeing it.

Anyway, I'm hoping for some kind of resolution and at least a heartfelt apology from Buck to Eddie in the next episode, coz it doesn't look like Buck will go to Eddie to apologize.

He and Marisol will stumble onto them at the restaurant and then there will be the whole why didn't you tell me drama, and I love you anyway thing, and it will all be about Buck, again.

Which fair. But does not absolve him railroading Eddie physically to get God knows who's attention.

Even Tommy didn't think it was about him, he literally asks bewildered "My attention?" I love him even more for that by the way.

And Buck should tell the firefam on his own terms, not because he has to.

But we reach another point, where the boys talk about their relationships with their significant others, only when they are forced to, again. Which is not normal at all for any kind of best friends.

Anyway, if you managed this far, thank you❤️

#911 spoilers #911 7x04 mini meta #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #tommy kinard #911 speculation #911 abc #even negative attention is attention #unpopular opinion #what else is new lol

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the-acid-pear · 2 days

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just finished (finally) playing through Dialtown (started in January or February, but didn't get around playing it again until last night and today). How Am I Supposed To be Normal Again After That

anyway firstly: Randy and Oliver my beloveds <3 I Wanna Date Them Both (love Karen Bigfoot and Norm too!! those two are just my favorites)

secondly, because this Always happens when i'm into two or more things at the same time:

Dsaf-Dialtown Crossover (of sorts) Au

except instead of like. Dsaf in Dialtown, it's Dialtown in Dsaf.

specifically thought of Gingi just kinda. Existing.

so this happens in a sort of "Things Are Mildly Better; Dee And Peter Are Still Dead, But Dave's Less Murdery And Is Helping Jack, So. There's That" timeline. Dave and Gingi are sort of "cousins" species-wise. like. y'know how they say dogs, foxes, and wolves are all kinda related to each other in a species way? so. Dave and Gingi aren't RELATED-related. but like. their Species are, y'know?

so like. Henry just kinda. walks into the Saferoom at Fredbear's one day

and there's this Big, green cryptid just kinda curled up in there.

at first he's got questions. mostly "How The Fuck Did This Thing Get In Here Without Me Knowing"

then this thing wakes up.

Gingi, who just kinda sneaked in through the vents the previous night to find a warm, dark place to sleep (and probably a place to lay their eggs, considering how close they were to laying them), takes one look at Henry, and just lets out a hiss.

not like a cat hiss. a more...reptile-like hiss.

Gingi stands up, and it's tall. like, close to around eight feet tall, if not slightly taller than that.

taller than Dave, who's around like. seven foot five inches.

Gingi's very fucking confused. to be fair, they kinda sorta thought the place was abandoned. like, the place was empty, dark...okay, look, they don't really understand 100% how humanity works, how were they supposed to know??

eventually they clock that Henry's not a threat (for the moment, anyway), and relax a bit. then they start to briefly explain their situation: it's pregnant, and like. anywhere from a few hours to another day away from giving birth, and they kinda need a place to make their nest.

Henry, on one hand, doesn't want a cryptid's nest in his diner. because like. understandable. on the other...ever since Dave kinda fucking left, he hasn't had a cryptid to experiment on for about five months at this point (because listen. you can't tell me that at least Part of the reason he was dissecting Dave wasn't because he was Mildly curious about whatever the Fuck was up with his biology). and Henry's a bit Curious about this weird ass cryptid that just randomly showed up.

he discovers two problems:

Gingi is far more feral than Dave ever was. makes sense; Dave got "domesticated" in a way, growing up in society instead of in the wild. Gingi has only ever grown up around the edge of society, only having enough contact with humanity to understand human speech (specifically English) and some basic knowledge of how society works (which. Ain't A Lot, let's be real). so of course, when he offered to do some "Totally Legal Medical Procedures Trust Me Bro (Gender Neutral) It's Just To Make Sure You And The Babies Are Healthy :)" Gingi. Wasn't Too Thrilled About That Idea. it got Defensive ("What, do you think there's something wrong with me? Is it the green skin?? 'Cause I've always had it-")

second problem: Gingi...wasn't planning on staying there the whole time the eggs would be incubating for. they wouldn't hatch for a year, and Gingi was just gonna lay them in a (hopefully) safe place, return to check on them periodically, and then return for the nestlings when they hatched. and Gingi has one caveat to leaving them here: Henry has to promise to Not intentionally harm the eggs while they're there and keep them safe from anyone who might desire to. of which Henry is definitely Not going to genuinely promise and then Keep.

so Gingi starts making it clear that No Mr. Weird Pink Man, I'm Not Gonna Let You Do Some Weird "Medical Evaluation" On Me Or My Children, And I'm Not Leaving My Kids Here Unless They'll Be Safe 100%. and then...they start smelling things. Gingi's a cryptid; it was born with more animalistic abilities. and they start smelling things.

first it's "another cryptid": Who is it? There's a lot of them here, clearly...is this why Henry's so hesitant to let them stay around? Cryptids can be territorial, it would know that...but the scent is stale...how long have they been gone?

then it's the cryptid's blood, also stale: Oh, Christ, are they hurt? Were they hurt? Now, Gingi's got self-preservation instincts that are at the forefront most of the time, but...even they can get concerned about how someone else is doing. Is this cryptid okay? Are they hurt? Why do they smell blood?!

then it gets more concerning: the blood of an adult human...the blood of at least three human children. Death: What the fuck happened here?! Oh, God- What happened back in this room?!

by the end of their conversation, Gingi decides it's not worth it. they're not staying here, they sure as fuck aren't laying their eggs here. Gingi leaves, finds a secluded spot in the woods, and lays its eggs there.

a few years later, Henry's still alive and kicking (unfortunately), and Gingi (plus their babies) have found Dave and Jack chilling together (not in Vegas), and realizes "Hey. The Purple One Is A Cryptid!!"

so now Gingi (plus its kids) chills with Jack and Dave. they're trying to teach Dave how to be a cryptid, because y'know. Dave Grew Up Around Humans. Jack is just chilling and trying to comprehend how he gained TWO Cryptid Roommates.

it Is utter chaos, before you ask.

- dogboyjackkennedy

FUCKING OBSEEEESSED I ADOOORE THAT SM SLHFUBDUFHR IT'S. So silly so real. So cute too to imagine Gingi (and the ginglets or whatever) trying to teach Dave being taught to be a cryptid too 😭😭 i do adore the idea of the two being mildly related biologically too it's just so fun to think of tbh. I have to ask tho... Did the true cryptid way of life rub off on jack too? MDHFJBGJG-

#luly talks #asks #dogboyjackkennedy #honestly he was always a cryptid to be living w both i can only see making his already weird habits... weirder #also RANDY AND OLLY ARE SO GOOD FR GREAT TASTE <33 randy is my man Fr i want to put him on a washing machine ^_^#EDIT: ALSO GOTTA ADD THAT i bet gingi would HATE henry bc i mean they already hate Theo #those two are so akin in the wants to experiment on a cryptid so bad fr

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valictini · 1 month

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Hey I came across your posts about the qsmp situation and although I absolutely understand your anger and dissapointment, things are not as easy as one might think. For one, Quackity Studios and Quackity himself are already in a legal procedure against the previous admins who stole money off the project, therefore, while it is still open, they legally cannot say much about the entire situation. We do not know how deep it actually goes, so there's that. Maybe at the beginning if it had all been resolved amicably it would have worked, but I find it hard to see.

The reason why those previous admins were not contacted, in my opinion, is because they 1. stepped away from the project, meaning, they do not form part of it currently, therefore they do not necessarily need to know everything that goes on in the administration and 2. as much as it does sound stupid there were a bunch of stuff here and there that these admins leaked, in fact, I remember being really weirded out because Lea in particular (no hate to her I empathize with her situation) was talking in Twitter about things that had nothing to do with her situation, like lore stuff, and that is a breach of trust in a person that they won't go to the public inmediatly, much more now that they've kinda gathered an audience by themselves. I do believe the ex-admins deserve closure, but I do think it should be well prepared, not empty promises, like saying "oh yeah we're gonna pay you" "well how much" "we still don't know" >> that would be a disaster, both PR and legally wise.

Hey, thanks for being cordial with your ask I appreciate it!

I'll put in in a read more because there's a lot ot unpack, and I'll try my best to explain why I don't think the studio ghosting ex employees is excusable.

First of all, i agree with your first point. I don't expect news from the legal procedures Quackity is having with the people who embezzled money from him. It's no one's business but his, and yeah, he doesn't have to share anything about that. Especially if it's legally binding.

Now, my problem is how the studio never contacted any of the victims (the ex employees). This is a separate issue altogether that has no link with the embezzlement issues. And should have been treated as much.

It is a workers' right issues.

The studio had 2 months and a lot of good faith on their side, but they didn't even ask for the victims' testimonies, despite being encouraged multiple times to do so by the french union. The amicable solution definetely was on the table, but by repeatedly ignoring all the warning signs, they've now put themselves in the situation where the only way to make them acknowledge their mistakes is probably going to be through legal procedures. And that is unfortunate, because again, everyone was willing to give them grace at the beginning.

Hell, with Quackity leaving the administration, they had a chance very recently to make this right, in a way that fans and ex employees would have probably been satisfied with. Something like, "the new administration seems to know what they're doing, i am willing to trust them". But they didn't.

And the argument that the admins that werent contacted have breached their trust by talking on twitter... is still not a good reason imo? Like, it started precisely because they werent heard in private. Sure, now the cats out of the bag and some ex admins are probably mentally blacklisted by the current admins, but it's still not right to ignore them.

People posting their testimonies in public is their right, and wouldn't have happened if, again, Qstudio had asked for them privately. Also, talking about behind the scenes info about past lore is just not that big of a deal to me. They're not spoiling any future lore or event. They're not breaking anything that wasn't already broken. But, yeah maybe in their minds, that's what's happening.

To me though, the trust argument falls completely flat when people who didn't do anything wrong (like Lumi or Ryan) have been ghosted. Especially Ryan who is still supposed to be working for Qstudio. Are they fired? Are they still in but ghosted? These are questions no one should have to ask.

And to me, there are ways to keep contact with the admins without making empty promises. The message I wrote in my precedent post was, to me, not an empty promise, but here is the more professional version: we want you there and appreciate the role you had in the project, but we realistically don't know if we'll be able to keep you there. We'll be in contact in the future if the opportunity to get you back in presents itself, but for now, we have to consider you not part of the project anymore.

Yes, it's harsh, yes, this would have made the fans mad if shared in public, but its more honest and to the point than being ghosted.

Finally, I do understand that my posts might have been more angry than usual, and im sorry if I've made people feel bad in any way, but I never maintag these posts for a reason. All I hope is that the people who want to still enjoy the QSMP take care of themselves and don't go through the negative tags.

#qsmp neg #qsmp crit #qsmp admin situation #qadmin situation #ask valictini

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astroboyanalysis · 3 months

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8. Mad Machine

I will not apologize for the long pause. That last chapter was hefty I deserved a little break to uh. (checks watch) play an mmo too much

sorry for the quality lol. I am not taking pictures again unless I have to

This is actually an interesting concept. All the humans have to work robotic jobs that day that can't be left unattended...? Or are there essential robotic workers?

As I tend to do, when I think about this I think about how I would interpret it into a more believable take in this day and age - I'd say it's more like tax day. There's a day of the year all working robots must have maintenance checks by, and approaching that date tends to have a LOT of robots out of work (even though their employer/owner Could likely do it earlier). This would also mean that it's more like, "oh, the post office is closed because it's their maintenance day" and that would kind of make it into a whole Season of odd closures. That's a little less fun than all of them having the same day off though.

(Note: I'm assuming that there are technologies that can just check maintenance For robots without it being individual humans, so there is no issue of "there's not enough practitioners available on that day" (although the lines for like, independently owned robots on that day would be Hellish). So if you have, like, a chef robot that you own, at some point before that date you have to have their maintenance forms filled and sent to some governing body. Then again, this is likely a somewhat american approach. Given that i just compared it to tax day immediately. I understand it's meant to be more like a day off for robots here.)

Then again, it being a maintenance thing doesn't resolve the fact that it seems to be more of a labor day than anything else.

Also they have a GUN ROBOT enforcing this. thats insane. Robots cant harm humans WHO.

I have a feeling he's Already famous. But that's nice, Atom's dad. Also I included the first picture because he's cute.

It being a big holiday Every Month seems like a lot infrastructure wise since robots are so vital to the runnings of the city and the world at large. My Personal Interpretation of How to Do This If I Were Doing a Modern Astro Boy Interpretation (MPIHDTIIWDMABI, henceforth) (I will not remember this acronym) would be that it's simply a requirement and the date robots get off varies from robot to robot. More like a standard labor practice than a holiday.

I could be wrong, but I believe this character is used in Astro 2003 for the "Shrink Down And Enter Uran's Body" episode. His name in the dub was something like Dr. Minimini.

Hey, this is sort of what happens with the sun flares in Metropolis!

This seems like the worst day to enact this as it would have the Most effect on a day robots are working already.

Also. Lol, typewriters.

couldn't you just turn him off? he looks like he got hit by a car. There's no way a receiver for Nutso waves and adjacent frequencies would be like, below his shin AND in his elbow AND in his shoulder. Just take out the pieces that do that.

I'm just sharing this one with you because it's possibly one of my favorite Ochanomizus I've seen this read through. I don't know what it is about him.

That's actually really funny. Is it being affected by it's own waves and he didn't insulate it in any way or is he lying. No way to know!

Oh he looks COOL here

Okay, so in some capacity (legal?), Atom is still ""owned"" by Ochanomizu here. Interesting. I wonder if there's precedent for a robot to own themselves. Can robots own property...?

Robot Land is the next blog!

#Short one because the chapters short and the resolution isn't all that notable.#astro boy manga analysis #astro boy #mighty atom #tetsuwan atom

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Legal Trouble - Annabeth

TW: Lawyers :D

POV Annabeth Chase

We clambered out of the cave through the crevasse in the roof. I still couldn't understand what was happening to us. I wanted to believe that Percy and Nico were out there somewhere looking for us as well. I also began to notice that Will was starting to act uncomfortable when we talk about the attack on the camp. As if he were holding something back from me.

We were standing in a large, endless wheat field and no matter how far we'd travel through it, nothing ever changed. I decided to not bring up how little I knew about our situation. I was completely lost and had no plan whatsoever. None at all.

Nothing, no matter how hard I thought, made any sense to me. It was completely illogical. Are we in another realm? Are there more stone warriors looking for us right now? Is Luke really dead? Can Athena help me? Is Percy out there? Does he know what's going on? How is Ethan Nakamura involved in everything? Are Will and I going to make it back?

"It'll be alright, Annabeth. There is something about this place, Something not powerful." Will told me.

"How is that alright?" I argued

"No, good powerful. It feels similar to when I met my father last year."

"So Apollo's around?"

"I'm not sure."

"Before the attack started on the camp I could see it coming. I think Apollo sent me a vision." Will sounded very uncomfortable talking about it.

"Well what was in the vision?"

"I could see them marching up the hill. And there was a voice. It was chanting something. A prophecy."

"What was it?"

The Engineer and his fall from grace,

Once more shall you see his face

In caves, cliffs, fields and flames

You must escape the worst of games

"Well we've been to the caves and now we're in the fields." I said, "That just leaves cliffs and flames."

"I think I like our two better." Will decided. I nodded absently, agreeing with him, but I was still focused on that prophecy.

"Who could the engineer be?" I muttered, "Valdez maybe."

Will looked at me ominously, "Annabeth. There's more."

The Sun, the star, the ocean, the wise,

Will fail to stop his inevitable rise.

The boar, hammer, strength and flight

One will die from the wretched blight.

"Well that's jolly." Will chuckled sarcastically. Will always deflects negative thoughts and expectations or he covers them up with humor, "So it looks like I'm the sun, you're the wise, and I'd be willing to bet the ocean is Percy, wherever he is."

I shook at the sound of Percy's name.

"The boar is the symbol of Ares," I sighed, "That could be Frank."

"The hammer's Hephaestus. So that's probably Leo." Will stated

"So we are just missing the star, the strength and the flight."

"Flight would've been Jason."

The silence was so loud it hurt my brain. Jason. It had only been a few weeks since his death. We were all still shook to the bone at the thought of him. Will loved Jason. They had been best friends while the Argo II was being built. Will treated grief differently though.

The rest of us wanted to distract ourselves. Think about anything other than Jason. Or, in Percy's case. Just cry. But Will didn't grieve. He pretended to himself that everything was alright. As if Jason were still here or something. He would forget that anything was wrong and just carry on smiling, hoping that the nightmare would end without him having to face it.

"Well that's an unsettling prophecy," I sighed

"Then you're not going to like this."

"What?"

"There's more."

To save the dove who's eyes bleed red,

But wind up calling upon the witch of dead.

Face off against the fallen king,

And suffer the pain of his final sting

"Oh gods."

"So no matter what we do, this king will still win?" Will asked

"Not necessarily. It's possible that we still win but the king will still manage to do something terrible."

"Well dove is Piper. Something bad is going to happen to her. We all had to share a paragraph. She gets this one all to herself."

"So whatever happens, Piper is in danger." I sighed, worried about my friend.

"Something like that."

~Some Time Later~

After slashing our way through the endless fields for another few hours, my stomach was starting to groan. Will and I hadn't even thought about food. We were in desperate hunger by now though, and it wasn't getting any better.

"What's this?" Will pondered as we approached the only clearing in the wheat for miles round. There was a pile of rocks in the center with an engraving that read Ὁ Δικαιόπολις βραδέως ἐκβαίνει έκ τοῦ οἴκου.

Shrine of Demeter I translated,

"Don't suppose Demeter's around?"

"She couldn't be behind this could she??" Will asked

"Well I'll bet she's at least behind all of this wheat." I muttered, "Stupid wheat."

"STUPID WHAT?!" A voice boomed from behind us.

Demeter was standing there, in her green flowery dress with a pouty expression on her face.

"Demeter," Will gasped, "I meant not to insult you or your crops."

"He really didn't." I assured.

"Alright. I believe you. If I am being honest I am not here because of that." the goddess huffed, "Your friend was here not long ago. daughter of Zeus."

"Thalia??" I gasped in shock

"Yes. With the Roman she was. She gave me quite a stern talking to. I was almost convinced to change my ways. But with everything that is going on underground, and with Apollo's desperate need for my help, I didn't deem now the appropriate time to repopularise the farming industry."

"What's going on underground?" I asked inquisitively.

"What's going on with my dad?" Will asked in succession.

"Oh, Apollo came to my palace yesterday. He has been there ever since. He's gotten himself into quite trouble with Olympus. Zeus is not happy."

I was about to share my deepest apologies for Apollo's situation and turn the conversation back to the underground thing. That is, if Will hadn't had butt in.

"Take me to him," Will demanded.

"Will," I muttered angrily, "What are you doing?"

"I have to see Apollo. I have to."

"Very well." Demeter granted. "But you must swear to do something for me, son of Apollo. You too, daughter of Athena."

Something about this request made me very uncomfortable.

"This may feel like an attack, you being here, but it is not. This is a quest. On this quest, you will venture through caves, cliffs, fields and flames."

The line of the prophecy I thought.

"When the choice comes, Solace. You must save her. Or I will whittle out every curse I know onto your mortal bones."

"Jolly," Will muttered.

"Save who?" I asked her. But she didn't respond.

"Swear it, Solace." she bellowed

"Careful, Will."

"I swear. I swear I'll save her. Whoever she is."

Demeter nodded approvingly and the area around us lit up like Christmas. I was forced to shut my eyes and felt a searing headache hit from the intense brightness. I felt the soft grass get replaced by cold, solid flooring.

I hesitantly opened my eyes as I realised that I was crouching in the porch of Demeter's official palace on Olympus. I looked around at the tall green marble columns holding up the large pediments. I designed this I thought.

Demeter's palace was a tricky one for Annabeth to plan out. It needed to have nature bond with the fundamental man-made aspect of a palace in general. Annabeth was proud of her work though, she had tinted the marble green and had vines growing around it.

"In we go!" Demeter shouted indignantly. The doors large, ornate doors opened by themselves and the stubby, little goddess trotted inside like she owned the place, which of course, she did. Will Solace shuffled close behind and gestured for me to follow.

"Whoa," he gasped, amazed. I could tell Will never spent much time up on Olympus.

"Welcome to Mi Casa!" she announced. turning to face us. She expected for us to see an elegant, peaceful lobby to her palace filled with fancy decorations, and expensive bronze busts of her head, just like I had designed it.

It did not look like this.

THUMP!

Demeter was instantly thrown off her feet and slammed into the ground, as Hermes flew past, propelled by a pair of winged Converse. Demeter tried to crawl back to a stand, but Artemis skipped over her, clipping Demeter's head with ankle and hurried off.

Behind them, Hephaestus skirted up a flight of spiral stairs, knocking pricey ornaments over as he frantically typed into a computer.

Demeter huffed as she watched all of these gods run around her home, wrecking the place. But she didn't look mad. In fact, it put her into a much sadder mood instead. She solemnly looked at them and sighed.

"Apollo's legal trouble had overrun my palace. Hermes, Artemis, Hephaestus, Poseidon, and I are his legal team. We are using my home because it is the furthest from Zeus's throne."

"What legal trouble?" Will questioned. But I think I already knew the answer.

"Zeus is trying to prosecute your father for the crimes against Olympus that he knowingly committed last summer in the war against the giants."

"That's so unfair!"

"What will they do to him?" I asked

"If Zeus has his way, Apollo will no longer be a god. Gods follow the rules was his argument."

Zeus isn't much of a rule follower himself. I thought, thinking of Thalia and Jason. But I decided not to say it. Can't be good to insult Zeus in his own kingdom. Will didn't have the same restraint on the matter though...

"Zeus can take his bull crap rules and shove it up his-" Thunder boomed.

"Apollo's trial begins in an hour. We must hurry."

As Demeter led us through the rooms of her palace, I began thinking of my mother, "Where is Athena?" I asked and Demeter stopped abruptly, causing Will and me to crash into her.

"Athena?" Demeter said her name with such disdain it angered me, "Athena took one look at Apollo and this ragtag team and turned her back on all of us. On her own brother.

"She wouldn't have-" I began to say but Demeter wasn't finished.

"Then, she invited all of her lawyer demigod children up to her palace, and damn does she have a lot of them, and created not a team, an army of different beings, all hell-bent on wiping Apollo off of Olympus!"

Annabeth didn't want to believe that her mother would've done something like that, but she didn't know what to believe anymore. Demeter calmed down and turned to Will.

"He's just through here," she ushered him through a set of doors and Will told me that he would rather speak to Apollo alone. I understood this and waited outside. I glanced at a pile of files sitting on a cute little desk, covered in flowers and picked up 3 of them.

In the event of our success in this trial, I willingly hand over my domain of disease and healing to Demeter, goddess of agriculture, in return for her full assistance in my defence team.

Signed: Apollo

I was so mad, I wanted to throw this contract across the lobby. How could Demeter talk bull about my mom when she's only helping out so she can become the goddess of disease and healing as well as agriculture and farming? I felt so bad for Apollo. He risked a lot for us, giving Leo that prophecy too soon, and now he had to give up everything he loved? It wasn't fair. How could Athena not see that?

She shuffled through the other two contracts which were similar, promising Hermes poetry and Hephaestus the Sun. The whole Sun! Apollo would hardly be a god anymore if he had to give that away. I realised that Poseidon and Artemis were the only gods choosing to stand with Apollo. It made sense that Artemis would because she is his twin but Poseidon I couldn't figure out.

"Annabeth?" I nearly jump, scattering the papers I should not have been looking at across the floor. Poseidon chuckled and stared at me, understanding what was troubling me.

"Hermes and Hephaestus would have stood with Apollo anyway," Poseidon assured me, "They just wanted to see if they could get anything out of it."

I looked into Poseidon's eyes and saw the same green swirls that I would see in my boyfriend's every single day. Oh my gods. Percy! I had completely forgot about everything. The attack on Camp Half-Blood, the fight against Luke, the hike through the endless wheat fields.

I needed to get back. I needed to find out what had happened. But maybe Poseidon knew.

"Where is Percy?"

"Percy?" he pondered, "Where is Percy?"

"You don't know??"

"Well I knew about the Camp getting ambushed by stone warriors, supposedly killing Will Solace, Nico Di Angelo, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Thalia Grace and, well you. And Percy of course, but I knew yous were still alive. I just didn't know where you all were.

"So Percy's alive?" I gasped, relieved by the news.

"Yes, but something about his current state has a deathly aspect to it. Like he's not fully dead. As if he's dead but his soul can't reach the Underworld." Poseidon chimed as if he hadn't just proposed the concept of his favourite son's afterlifeless death, "Or..."

"He could be alive, but in the Underworld!" I gasped, glad to finally have a lead.

"If you want to know more. You should talk to Artemis. She should be in Demeter's study. Poseidon smiled warmly at me. I tried to ignore the pain behind his eyes. He couldn't get involved in mortal matters like this as much as we could get involved in Apollo's trial. Being a god probably sucked more than any of them would care to admit.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Come in!" Artemis called.

I made my way into the study. It was adorned with bookshelves and plans, there was a work table, a writing table, a garden table, an architecture table, a cartography table, there was a table for everything. So exactly my kind of room.

There was a teenage goddess in the centre with her hands placed firmly on the astrology table, which was made of a glass globe that projected a map of the stars. You could swipe through the constellations and map them as you go. Her head was hung low and I thought I glimpsed Zoe's constellation on the table but Artemis swiped it out of view before I could check.

"Annabeth Chase," she chided, "To what brings thou to Olympus on this dire hour?"

I forgot about Artemis's Victorian dialogue and was instantly stunned by my nerves in the presence of the goddess. I never felt very comfortable around Artemis. She had always been my biggest what if? If I had lived my life any differently, I could've been a huntress right now. Leading the pack with Thalia.

I realised that she was still waiting on an answer and blurted out, "A Demeter teleportation special."

I didn't mean to crack a joke but it seemed to be effective in cheering up her half-aunt.

"My brother is being wrongly prosecuted, the huntresses are scattered, my chief lieutenant is missing, and Z-" she cut herself off and bit her lip.

"And what?" I asked

"T'is nothing of importance," she shrugged.

"Lady Artemis," I bowed, "You were there that day. The Festival of Jason Grace."

"I was," she admitted, "When the warriors laid siege I made a swift escape up here to help my brother with his dilemma."

"Yes," I remembered, "Will says you couldn't get involved?"

"Alas, no. As much as I desired to 'nock some arrows' as one might say, I am forbidden to assist in demi-god matters. And I think we have enough trials to suffer as it is."

I nodded and focused in on her Astrology table.

"What are you looking at?" I dared the question

"Uhh, the path of Sagittarius." she responded wistfully

"That's Virgo," I stated glancing down at the table. I expected a goddess of the moon and stars to know that. Artemis cursed in Greek which I doubted would be approved of around the huntresses. She shuffled around the table, trying to find Sagittarius but after a few seconds, Artemis did something I never thought she would do.

She collapsed into her chair.

She shrouded her face in her palms, giving up hope. Tears poured down her face. I think this is what's known as a divine breakdown.

"I can't keep doing this." she croaked, "This job. It hurts too much."

Annabeth met her wet, teary eyes and spoke kindly to her.

"What happened?"

Artemis scooted toward the table again, trying to keep things together.

"She's gone. Zoe, from the stars." I couldn't believe my eyes. Right where there should've been a constellation of a teenage huntress with her bow drawn, willing to sacrifice everything for those she loved, there was nothing.

"The problems never stop piling up!" she cried. I had never seen the goddess like this and I soon found myself doing something I never thought I would. I gave this 16 year old-looking 3000 year old a hug. A big squeezy hug.

I heard the voice of Hermes call through the mansion.

"Alright Team Apollo!" he yelled, "The time for trial is now! Everyone gather outside!"

Artemis stood up and her expression sharpened. The tears faded completely and her outfit converted to a suit that much resembled one of a lawyer.

~Some Time Later~

I watched as Team Apollo left the building all in identical suits and it was quite a beautiful sight.

"Very Legally Blonde" I muttered. But Will didn't laugh. He hardly looked like himself at all.

At that moment, Demeter, in her cute little suit, without even turning to face them, snapped her fingers above her head and the whole scene changed leaving Will Solace and I back at the Shrine of Demeter in the endless fields.

RUSTLE!

I turned and couldn't see anyone who could've made the noise. Except that was the problem. I couldn't see anyone. Will had ran away.

This Chapter is Dedicated to Sophie

#solangelo #camp half blood #the heroes of olympus #percy jackson fanart #piper mclean #tsats #rick riordan #pjo headcanon #the sun and the star #blood of olympus

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Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

"..."

The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

#spy x family #sxf headcanons #sylvia sherwood #the handler #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #yor briar #thorn princess #daybreak #child!reader

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yunkiwii · 3 years

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—potions gone wrong—

☆ hogwarts au ☆

pairing: bsf!hyunjin x gn!reader | ft. jeongin and mentions of minho

supportive oc: angela, female

genre: sfw. comedic and chaotic, may be considered fluff by some people

wc: 2.4k

warnings: hints of jealousy, mentions of illegal (magical world wise) actions, potion-induced obsession

a/n: i'm pretty sure that in the harry potter series amortentia doesn't work the way i described here, but let's just ignore that shall we? ♡

summary: two boys decide to make a love potion to conquer the crush of one of them. unfortunately, something seems to have gone wrong and y/n needs to step in..

shout out to: ficscafe prompt dialogue event ♡

↳ "I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

↳ "I don't think that's legal, but we can work around it."

↳ "Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic"

Completely imersed in the pile of books you gathered in the library in order to try and understand more about potions, you get startled when a boy throws himself into the chair next to you, a yellow stripped tie hitting your head in the process.

"I'll give you 20 bucks if you kiss me."

"What? No!", you give him a disgusted and confused look before digging your head into the old dusty pages again.

"Come on!! Angela keeps coming to me trying to snuggle and kiss me and-", as dramatic as he is, Hyunjin pretends he is going to be sick, exaggerating on the nasty sounds way too close to your ear.

"What? Why?", your bestfriend finally caught your full attention as you turn to face him, "Wait, Angela as in like, Angela your major crush perfect-Angela? Weren't you supposed to like, I don't know, enjoy the attention?" But then the face he makes, his cheeks turning shades of pink as his gaze drifts away from you and he sinks down in his chair in embarrassment, realization hits you, "No! No you did not! Are you like what, dumb?", you flick is head inducing a loud squeal to come out his mouth.

"It was Jeongin's idea!", his voice three pitches higher than before, "And I can't be that dumb if I managed to make that stupid love potion work. But that's beside the point, will you do it or not?"

"Do what? Kiss you? And how will that help you dimwit?", you went to flick his head again because, to be fair, he deserved it, but Hyunjin knew you too well and held your hand in time to stop you from hurting his pretty face, as he likes to state.

"To break the curse! Make her give up on me by making her think we're together or something!"

"What curse? There is no curse! And she isn't even thinking right now, she might just kill me out of jealousy!", at this point you're pratically yelling at each other and are forced to leave the library, resuming this odd conversation on your way to Ravenclaw's common room.

"I still can't believe you let yourself go with what Jeongin tells you. He's evil you know?"

"Should've guessed by the green scarf huh?", you slap his arm lightly, not very fond of the jokes made regarding the fact your other best friend is a Slytherin.

"So, how do I solve this?", he basically pleas at you as you sit down on the desk next to the fireplace, as far away as possible from your housemates. Every two in three students has made, or attempted to make, some sort of potion or spell to have something in their advantage. However, amortentia wasn't just "some potion", and if some were to find out that Hwang - head in space - Hyunjin succeded at his attempt they would never leave his poor ass alone, so for now your plan was to keep this subject as low-key as possible.

"Marry her." you say nonchalantly while, without his knowledge, already looking up all about amortentia, its possible side effects and how long it would take to wear off - if ever-, receiving a whine in return.

"It was really fun at first, you know? The flirting was cute, the smooches were great," and boy he put some emphasis on that adjective,"but now it's like she's obsessed with me! She's clingy and talks with that annoying voice and I can't seem to get rid of her!" Hyunjin throws himself face down into the old couch and whines again, words muffled by the pillow where he burried his face. "She's probably standing right outside the door just now!"

"Wait, what do you mean it was fun at first? How long has this been going on Hwang Hyunjin? And why am I only knowing of this now?", you turn around in your chair way too fast, hitting with your knee on the other chair next to you before facing the mop of brown hair all spread around the blue pillow.

"Well, I barely ever saw you all week!", the boy turns his head just the minimum amount to look at you, "You're either with your nose buried in those old books, or with your hands all over Lee Minho! Not my fault you no longer have time for your friends..."

"First of all," you pull out the pillow he's laying on, his face falling on the black cushion as a few curses leave his lips, "lower your tone! I did not spend the week with my hands all over Minho, I am tutoring him in potions!"

"Which you're not that good at, that's why you walk everywhere with those fat books..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes at you as he recovers the pillow from your hands again, "Don't deny it (y/n), you've got the hots for him!"

"Oh sweetie, I sense jealousy in your tone... is that why you gave Angela a poorly made potion?", you show him the page you've been reading between the backs and forths of your not so relevent argument, only for him to realize the potion should've worn off two days ago. Instead, it only got worse. "Perhaps you could use some reading too huh?"

The boy rips the book from your hands, grunting between his teeth sounds you doubted to be words as he makes his way out, only to shut the door as soon as he opens it, squealing loudly when his eyes meet the ones from the Gryffindor's brunette standing right in the middle of the hallway.

"I'm telling you (y/n), she won't leave me alone! It's like she's obsessed!", Hyunjin keeps his back against the door, afraid the girl could open it by some miracle driven by her potion induced feelings, hence she doesn't have the password.

"Well, you see Hyunjin... that's because she is! And it's your fault, you should simply face it..."

"Oh I'm going the kill Jeongin...", the boy grunts ignoring your words completely as the whines coming from the other side of the door overlapped them, "Can you go get him? Or get rid of her?"

You make your way to the door Hyunjin refuses to unblock and, when words and pushes didn't make the tall boy move, you had to resort to your wand, although the simple threat was more than enough for him to make way for you. He stayed hidden in the corner as you parted the door slightly to tell the girl her beloved had disapparated from there, and she should probably look at the quidditch court. The fact she believed you only proved how strongly she was affected by the potion, since everyone knew Hyunjin would never go to a sports court by his free will and disapparating into and out Hogwarts wasn't possible at all.

As soon as the path got clear you both made your way to the shrieking shack through the whomping willow everyone was so afraid of, but that was exactly why the three of you claimed it as your secret meeting place.

Jeongin was already waiting as you sent him a message through your magic notepad when you got rid of Angela, and you had to secure Hyunjin to not throw the book at the Slytherin boy who only laughed in return. The laughter didn't last long though, because you only stopped Hyunjin so you would be the one scolding the younger one, flicking his head the same way you did to the lover boy earlier.

"Hey! What did you do that for?", the boy frowned at you rubbing his forehead.

"To bring you back to reality, so you can both fix the mess you made!"

"But what's the problem?" Jeongin looked at you with honest confusion on his face, "Is this about the potion? You know that thing wears off in like a week or so right?"

"Exactly... do the math now genius..." Hyunjin rolls his eyes before leaning his back against the spiderweb covered walls.

The three of you spent the whole afternoon trying to figure out what went wrong in the first place, you analyzing every single detail of the procedure, and the boys trying to recreate every step they took to reach the final product. But, after hours of research and theories nothing seemed to have gone wrong, well except for the exaggerated and long-lasting effect of the potion.

"We should just obliviate the poor girl..." suggested Jeongin at one point, head in his hands as a sing of withdrawal.

“I don’t think that’s legal, but we can work around it...” You agree with him closing the book you were now reading for the fifth time.

"Are you guys serious? Because that sounds great! Can we get away with it?" Hyunjin's eyes were sparkling in hope as he shifted in his seat to a more straight up position, ready to do whatever it took to get to walk in peace around the school, without being unexpectedly smooched in the cheek and squezeed into a hug every time the girl spotted him.

"No, it's a joke!" You both sigh at your friend's desperation before calling it a day, deciding to resume your research first thing in the morning.

As per usual, you met with the boys for breakfast at the dining hall, though this time they weren't alone and you couldn't help out a giggle when Angela, as glued to Hyunjin as possible while feeding him something funny looking with a spoon, winked at you as soon as you sat in front of her and next to Jeongin. The latter looked almost as horrified as the pampered boy, and you had to focus to try and keep yourself from bursting into laughter before the scene that was unfolding in front of you.

Hyunjin looked like an annoyed pouty baby slumped in his chair - as an attempt to go unnoticed -, while the smiley girl, - one that seemed to have way too much energy in the morning -, pulled some strands of the boy's hair behind his ear before kissing his cheek, "You're so pretty Hyunnie-jin, and I hate to leave you," the girl pouts as she pinches his cheeks rather aggressively, "but don't worry sugarplum, I'll be waiting for you in the astronomy tower when you leave class." This time the kiss is aimed at his lips, but Hyunjin antecipates her intentions and dodges his head with a slick move, just not fast enough to be fully free of her, ending up with her lips awkwardly attached half to his jaw, half to the corner of his lip.

"So you decided to give in?" You couldn't help the grin that was forming on your face, finding it hilarious how the universe always had a way to keep things balanced.

"Shut up. I had to if I didn't want to starve myself, it was one sacrafice I was willing to take." Hyunjin furiously rubs his face with a napkin, as if it would erase the memory of the previous demonstration of affection.

"I say it's the karma, you were basically playing and manipulating her the moment you gave her the potion, now you face the consequences."

"It's like she's taking revenge..." Jeongin mumbles more to himself than to his friends, but he was still heard, and had now two pairs of eyes locked on him waiting for a further explanation to what seemed to be a pretty plausable theory. "We already concluded we didn't do anything wrong, right?"

"Yes, it's still hard to believe though..." you take a sip of your pumpking juice with a raise eybrow, honestly still impressed at how they pulled that off.

"So what if she got aware that Hyunjin gave-"

"We, Jeongin, we!! This wasn't just me okay? I just got the, uh, benefits?"

"Ok, sure, whatever... What if she became aware that we," emphasis on the pronoun as he glanced at Hyunjin, "gave her a potion and now that it wore off she is pulling this act as a pay back? Because, according to our lover boy, if it was nice at first then why would she suddenly start acting all obsessively?"

Both you and Hyunjin took a moment to reflect on this new theory, one Jeongin was really proud of as showed by his smug grin when he crossed his arms and relaxed back in his chair.

"I hate to admit it, but that makes a lot of sense... and explains why she winked at me when I got here..."

"Okay yes, she is faking it... why else would she wink at (y/n) when I'm the one she's supposed to be focused on?", the boy threw his arms up with a questionting - and slightly offended - look.

"Time for confrontation!" you were already standing up with Hyunjin following the lead, but you held yourselves back when you realized Jeongin wasn't moving, looking between the both of you still grinning.

"I've got a better idea..."

It was a terrible idea, you thought, and wanted no part in it at all so you let the boys discuss the details while you just sat there judging their poor life decisions.

The plan was for Hyunjin, instead of confronting her and get it over with as you suggested, to play along as if he too was deeply in love with her, and see who would break out of character first. As much as you tried to explain how childish and stupid the plan was, the boys simply wouldn't listen to you, convinced this was the best idea they've ever had.

Hyunjin got oddly excited about this and ran to astronomy class, already antecipating the act he would pull off when he'd see the girl waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs when he'd get out, leaving you and Jeongin alone in the dining all. The contrast of your opinions on this was pretty clear in your faces, Jeongin laughing loudly, you furrowing your brows and shaking your head in disapproval.

Then, all of a sudden, the boy stops laughing and looks at you, "What if they actually end up falling in love after all this?"

He sounded seriously concerned yet amused at the same time, while you only rolled your eyes at him before collecting your books and leaving for class as well.

"Shut up, this isn't a wattpad fanfic."

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hi-i-love-u-bitch · 3 years

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She lives in a constant state of perpetual indifference as she has lived in Burbank her whole life and there for has grownup surrounded by toons. She's always had a soft spot for Toons as they embody the pure comedy and innocence of the world, living only to make people laugh. This unfortunately leads a lot of them to get taken advantage of and mistreated; and this in turn lead her to pursue a career in the entertainment industry, specifically business and law in which favors Toons.

She ends up in Law school but unfortunately her family isn't made of money so she takes up a few part time jobs, mainly babysitting. Despite her bleak out look on life and dry sarcasm Tianna is actually very good with kids. Which leads to her getting a call from the CEO of Warner Bro Studios himself.

There must have been at least a hundred nannies and babysitters lined up for the interview; each anxiously awaiting their turn as they all listened to the absolute chaos happening behind the door of Psychiatrists Dr. Scratchansniff.

Tianna didn't have to wait too long though as half the candidates noped out before they were even called and the other half ran away screaming 5 minutes after entering. Tianna had absolutely no idea what she was getting into.

She was finally called in by an attractive yet tired looking nurse alongside two older gentleman who Tianna guessed as the CEO and Scratchansniff.

They briefed her on the situation at hand before introducing her to the "patients". Tianna has heard of the Warner siblings before, used to watch a lot of their older cartoons when she was a kid; their random sarcastic comedy always amused her. Apparently they've been getting a lot more out of hand as of late and the studio lot can't take anymore property damage.

Long story short they needed someone to wrangle them into submission, at least for a little bit, until the accounting team can set up a better budget for all the property damage.

Tianna knew that this was impossible and she told them as much; not only were they toons but they were also children, a combination that is a recipe for success entertainment wise but also came with dire consequences business wise.

They begged her to try anyway, promising to pay her double, triple if they had to.

Usually Tianna thrived on seeing corporate fat cats and CEO's suffer for their foolish actions but this.....it was starting to get sad. They all looked very tired and their sanity seemed to be hanging by a thread, especially Scratchansniff.

Tianna reluctantly agreed to give it a shot but only if she receives compensation for any damage (mental or physical) she may suffer while attempting this.

They quickly lead her into another room beyond the office, there she finds the Warner siblings waiting for her on the couch. Well, not so much waiting but more constructing some sort of elaborate Irish river dance while simultaneously playing hopscotch on the couch.

The door was then slammed behind her, and the sound of about a dozen locks clicking all at once let her know that she wasn't going anywhere for a while. That's when the Warners finally noticed her.

She waved awkwardly and they merely stared at her like some sort of demented cat caught eating something it wasn't supposed to.

Before she could even speak a proper hello the two brothers ran at full speed into her arms, kissed her cheeks, and simultaneously said "Helloooo nurse!"

Once able to regain her balance Tianna gave them both an annoyed glare before leading them back to the couch. She sat them back with their sister, who had been quietly observing the situation (probably looking of a funny opening to join in), stepped back with arms crossed and a stern look.

Tianna: That is not a nice thing to do, especially to a woman, let alone a stranger you've just met.

That apparently took them all aback for a moment as if the thought had never occurred to them. It was further confirmed when Wakko raised his hand and ask "why?"

So apparently nobody has taught these kids about personal space, boundaries, and/or asking for consent before and that was all very concerning to Tianna.

A little bit of Toon history: Toons in reality are very innocent beings even if they know a lot of raunchy humor and bad habits, but that is mostly kept on set or amongst themselves. Toons never mean any harm (real life threatening harm that is) even if they're drawn as "good" or "bad", their sole purpose in life is to entertain. Their ethics and morals are very different from that of regular humans and it had been a very long prosses to be able to integrate them with regular people. The problem isn't knowing right from wrong, the problem is teaching them what is taboo amongst humans that isn't taboo amongst Toons. This isn't necessarily their fault as they had been originally drawn with that intention by humans; so really it's humanities fault for playing God and not thinking about the consequences.

Anyways, the Warner siblings were from 1929, when cartoons were just coming out and barely considered living beings with no rights what-so-ever. Atop of that they were children with no parental figure or written background, they've been stuck in a water tower most of their lives, and the only interaction with the outside world they've ever had is through the entertainment industry. So yeah, even by Toon standards this was kind of messed up, these kids could get into some serious legal trouble and not even know it.

So Tianna sat down and talked with them, which is another thing the siblings seemed surprised about because apparently nobody ever just wanted to talk to them, let alone calmly explain to them why what they did was wrong and how they could learn form it. It was a very new experience for them and with each passing minute Tianna grew even more concerned.

The Warners seemed to enjoy talking to her; Dot always liked having another girl around to even things out in the group and excitedly asked if she could style Tianna's hair (she accepted of course). Yakko liked the challenge of trying to make her laugh, since Tianna was such a stoic person even the smallest of chuckles was a victory for him. Plus he enjoyed being able to talk as much as he wanted without somebody telling him to shut up. Wakko was just happy that somebody was willingly interacting with them for more than five minutes. He talked about his favorite snacks and asked if he could call her Tia for short (again she agreed).

She emerges from the room two hours later, hair a mess with uneven braids and pigtails, shirt stained with mustered and jelly, pants and shoes just a touch singed black, yet still happily waving goodbye to the Warners before heading back to the wait room.

It is there that the Nurse, Scratchansniff, and the CEO were anxiously waiting for her. There were surprised to not only see her in one piece but also to see that she wasn't running for the hills despite her disastrously look at the moment. They had no chance to ask her how it all went or if she'd accept the job because as soon as she saw them she started angrily screaming at them, tearing them all a collective new one.

Tianna: Do you have any idea how many ethical Toon entertainment laws you've broken? Not to mention all the child endangerment, mistreatment, and labor laws that have been violated. No wonder they won't cooperate with you, do you have any idea how much emotional and psychological trauma you've caused them? Of course they're Toons so they don't respond to it the same way humans do but there is still a lot of damage done! You've done nothing to teach them on how they should act outside the society of entertainment and instead reprimand them with no explanation what-so-ever. Did you honestly think isolating them inside a goddamn water tower would satiate their need for attention, cause that's all their asking for, just even a little bit of attention and kindness would of helped their psychological and emotional development!

She continued screaming at the three of them for a good half hour before her voice finally gave out, Tianna wasn't used to talking louder than a monotone speaking voice. That still didn't stop her from glaring at them, causing three grown adult that were older and supposedly wiser than her to cower behind a desk.

After a glass of water, a few aspirins, and a complimentary sandwich Tianna was calm enough to finally tell them how the session with the Warners went. She said that they were good kids and would be happy to babysit but also demanded living accommodations with all expenses paid for, five times the salary they promised her, and Sundays off, or so help her she will bring them a lawsuit so bad that it will burn the entire company to the ground. Of course this was all agreed to.

And thus began Tianna's adventures in babysitting the Warner siblings!

(Let me know if y'all want a part 2 with Tia and the Warners hijinks)

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irene-sadler · 3 years

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Corridors?

ppl keep asking about corridors and tbh if i finish it it isn't gonna be anytime soon so here is all 4000ish words of draft (under the cut.) it is a little disconnected timeline wise so sort thru that as seems best to u.

special note: if u didn't read the executioner this may not make a whole ton of sense to u because this builds off that.

also this is uh slightly nsfw lol.

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Even after sunset, the evening heat didn’t show any sign of letting up and for once there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The camp buzzed with activity, anyway. The nonstop movement filled the baking air with clouds of fine dust. She made it out of the command tent right at sunset, narrowly avoided being caught up in a column of sappers with picks and shovels, and had to stop long enough for the crowd to pass. The Colonel stepped out behind her.

“They’ll be diggin’ th’ earthworks,” he said.

She made a vague noise of acknowledgment, instead of saying that she knew exactly what they were doing and where; she had spent the last half hour in the same briefing he had, regarding the earthworks, the new roadblock they would form, and which detachment should be left behind to man it. She was starting to think the Colonel wasn’t really talking to her, when he made these pointless observations. Maybe he wasn’t really talking to anyone, particularly. He just felt the urge to fill the dead space between conversations with something. It was a tiresome habit, if she was honest, but not the worst - Arnjolf’s surly alcoholism, Isbel’s disapproving silences, the new quartermaster’s confusing filing system, Gascon’s idle attempts to start new arguments for his own amusement all came to mind as truly frustrating new personality traits to deal with. If having to listen to the Colonel talk to himself was the worst she had to deal with from him, she should probably be grateful. She swallowed her instant surge of annoyance and nodded at him.

The war was wearing on all of them. The war was wearing on her. She kept finding that the longer she went between meals, the more she felt like sticking a dagger in anyone who looked at her wrong. It was easiest to get ahead of the inevitable murder. She angled through the thick dust behind the column and headed for the mess tent.

An hour and one side trip to the quartermaster’s tents to sign off on a gear issue later, she actually made it. The mess tent was packed, of course, bustling with a crowd of officers. It also smelled faintly of urine; she squinted, checked the food she was eating - boiled beef, bread, a soupy mess of mostly-cooked peas.

“It’s the beer,” Gascon said, looking up from his hand of cards. “It’s the stuff we got off those merchants; I’m told it’s supposed to smell like that. Thought you’d have been here ages ago; you’re lucky there’s any of the peas left. They were a real hit; apparently they’re cooked with salt and fat, for once -”

Reynard glanced across the table at her, the corners of his lips turning slightly upward. Unless she imagined it. She looked a little longer, trying to be sure, realized she had spent more than three seconds staring at him, and hurriedly refocused on her food. Gascon kept talking, until Reynard distracted him with some trick or other that resulted in a convoluted legal debate. She half-listened while she ate and stared into space. The argument was incomprehensible, but it was obvious to her that Reynard wasn’t really trying to win it.

The war was wearing on almost all of them. Reynard appeared to be exactly the same as always. She wondered how he did it. He sat, patiently repeating his defense over and over again, while Gascon’s tone turned frustrated; she had seen him do the same thing to innumerable court functionaries and army officers.

Maybe she was just missing something. Being in front of an army that was more or less constantly on the march didn’t leave any time for private conversations, or any convenient place to have them. As a result, she had no idea if Reynard was keeping it together as well as he appeared to be or not. She liked to think she would be able to tell if he wasn’t, but she suspected he could shut her out just as well as anyone else, if he wanted to. He had acted like the Marius Lester affair didn’t bother him enough to go that far, but two days on the march left a lot of monotony for staring at the road ahead and thinking, and she wasn’t sure whether she was just seeing what she wanted to see anymore.

At least, she had done a lot of staring and thinking.

—

It was complicated.

She finished eating. The argument ended; the game continued. At the end of a round - or maybe the end of the game; she wasn’t sure about the rules - Gascon announced he was going to fetch another drink. He ambled casually off, leaving an awkward silence. After a long moment, she cleared her throat and forced herself to say something.

“The war nears its end,” she commented, sounding unnecessarily formal. “What next for Reynard Odo?”

He frowned slightly, apparently confused by the question. His tone matched hers.

“Whatever you command, Your Grace.”

The mess tent was probably the wrong place for the conversation she was trying to have; she had never been particularly subtle, and there were too many people watching and listening for her to be up front about what she wanted. On the other hand, she didn’t think a better option was going to come around any time soon. Leaving things hanging between them, indefinitely, wasn’t going to work. She was tired of it. She missed having him to talk to. She sighed irritably.

“To be perfectly blunt, I’ve no wish to give you orders anymore.”

He looked alarmed, or maybe slightly hurt.

“Would you wish me to leave? Remove myself from the court?”

She almost rolled her eyes, but she stopped herself; he was obviously serious. Maybe he thought she had decided, in the end, that it was safest to banish him and all the complications he brought. She was tempted to be offended that he would think she could be that ruthless, but, then again, maybe she could; if he was any other man she would have done exactly that.

“No, Reynard,” she said, attempting something resembling patience. He eyed her cautiously. “I’d wish for you to stay.”

She wishedshe had time to pick her words carefully, but Gascon wouldn’t be gone forever. She plowed on, more or less abandoning her attempt at subtlety.

“But, I’d no longer wish to be your Queen. Alone. Do you catch my meaning?”

He seemed not to, for a few seconds, but eventually he came to a conclusion and nodded.

“I do, Meve,” he said, quietly. “I do. I -”

“I’m back,” Gascon announced, slamming his tankard down. Beer sloshed onto the table and splattered on half the cards. Reynard closed his mouth and frowned up at him, a hint of annoyance crossing his face. She sensed a genuine argument incoming.

“I’m going for a walk,” she announced, suddenly.

The setting sun reflected off the thunderclouds in the distance; she looked out at the orange fading to red on the bottoms. Her country was scenic, if nothing else. Too hot, without a doubt, and too wet; she was sweating steadily where she stood, and the dust in the air was probably contributing to the blazing sunset, and there was heat lightning in the distance, but it was nice to look at.

“I love you, Meve. Whatever happens in the future - whatever you decide you want to do - isn’t going to change that.”

They managed absolute propriety all the way through the trip from Rivia to Cintra. It ended the night they arrived. She had summoned him after the inevitable welcome party, to plan out exactly which dignitaries and hangers-on she wanted him to find dirt on.

****

1267

Cintra

Meve:

I’ve been trying to get hold of you for a couple days now but you’re apparently extremely busy doing whatever it is you’re up to. Normally I would have just dropped in late at night when you’re not holed up with the peace conference but Reynard said I should just write a report and you’d get to it eventually. Now that you’re actually doing that, I can say that I can’t guarantee that Reynard isn’t a murderer. Yeah, I know, you already he wasn’t, and I don’t think he is either, but I can’t say he isn’t. Anyway you asked me to do some hunting so here’s what information I scared up:

I don’t normally like getting up early, and having someone banging on my door in the morning after weeks of nonstop travel in the heat followed by a long night of welcome feasting didn’t make me feel any better about it. I was having a pretty good dream, about something I don’t really remember, because all that racket ruined it. It didn’t go away even after I tried to pretend I wasn’t home, and then the dog started barking, so I rolled out of bed, stubbed my toe on a damn chair in the dark, and finally managed to yank the door open without breaking my own neck. There was a kid holding a torch out in the hall. I recognized him, even with the blinding light and my hangover. He was maybe sixteen, at best, had less meat on him than a stray cat, and had hair the same color as the flame on his torch. One time, he’d dug me out of an avalanche. I figured I owed him as a result, which was why I didn’t just slam the door in his face and go back to bed.

“What the fuck, Barnsley?”

“It’s Borney, sir,” the kid said.

“Right, right. Aren’t you one of Reynard’s people? Tell him it ain’t happening until after ten.”

He looked totally lost.

“What? Tell him what isn’t happening?”

“Whatever the hell he wants me t’ do, obviously. Go on now, get.”

I shooed at him. It didn’t work.

“The Queen told me t’ come fetch you.”

“Oh. Never mind.”

I stepped inside, ran my fingers through my hair, put a shirt on, and stepped back out.

“How do I look? Presentable?”

Borney stared.

“Uh. Fine, sir.”

“Off we go, then,” I said.

9:23 pm

Meve flipped through the rest of the stack of paper on the table. A report? Gascon’s handwriting was, somehow, neater than her own, but was she prepared to read so much of it? It was getting late, and she had a busy day coming up. Then again, she had to stay on top of this business, too; the world wasn’t all peace treaties and political dealing. Then again, a fifteen-page, rambling narrative of whatever Gascon had been up was a lot to ask. It had been three days since she’d put Gascon on the case. She hadn’t expected him to take so long; she definitely didn’t expect him to vanish for a few days and then drop off a document about where he’d been.

“Reynard,” she said, “Why did you tell Gascon to write a report?”

“I didn’t,” he replied, from the other room.

She sighed. He hadn’t seemed particularly enthusiastic about the job at the time; she had been standing for an annoyingly long time in a hallway with a still-warm corpse on the floor, fending off a collection of officially angry Redanian military officers, a weedy civilian clerk, and a couple Cintran guards. The conversation was, unsurprisingly, mostly about the dead body. Gascon had rolled up at the end of it, turned the corner with his hair sticking in all directions, and run smack into the back of the ensign she’d sent to fetch him. She’d pretended not to see him and cut off an attempt by the guards at some arm-wrestling over jurisdictions.

“- if any of my people did this,” she said, in the tone she usually used to dismiss unwanted lawyers and salesmen, “Rest assured they’ll answer for the crime. That’ll be all.”

Her statement was impossible to argue with, because she followed it up with a cold glare, like it was going to be dangerous to try; the officials and bailiff’s men apparently weren’t looking to join the body on the floor and cleared off. Gascon strolled up at her nodded invitation, hands in his pockets and his dog trailing behind. He looked even more disheveled up close, like he’d slept in his clothes. A faint reek of stale liquor and smoke hung in the air around him.

“Gascon,” she said. “You look like shit. You feeling alright?”

“Totally fine,” he replied, wincing slightly. She decided to ignore his obvious lie.

“Good, because I have a job for you.”

“Something t’ do with this body on the floor, I imagine?”

“That’s right.”

“Good,” Gascon said. “I was supposed t’ go on some kind of hunting trip this morning, but I just don’t think my hangover can take the fresh air and sunshine. Wandering around this maze of a castle suits me better.”

“Say,” he added, looking casually around, “Isn’t this the door to Reynard’s room?”

She nodded. He looked down at the corpse on the floor for a moment.

“Sure looks like someone stabbed this guy. Any idea who it is?”

“He’s a Redanian officer. Sir Ward Rosenbold.”

“I think I see what happened here,” Gascon announced. “Man lies down in the hallway in front of Reynard’s room and leaks all this blood everywhere, then the boys in gold turn up too late as usual and think maybe Reynard had somethin’ to do with it. Joke’s on them; Reynard does all his murdering the legal way -”

She sensed an incoming joke and raised an eyebrow at him. He saw it and apparently decided it was too early.

“- uh, metaphorically. On the tournament ground. Of course. So, you want me to find out who left this corpse here?”

“More or less,” she said. “Reynard’s not a murderer, but I doubt the Chancellor’s going to want to take my word for it. It’d just be more politically expedient if I didn’t have to strong-arm him into doing it anyway.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

That was the last she’d seen of him.

She turned the page over and kept reading.

Obviously the first person I wanted to talk to was Reynard. I mean, after I took a closer look at the stiff. He was, or used to be, a dark-haired youngish guy, probably closer to my age than yours, wearing nicer clothes than any of mine, and he had a big gash in the side of his neck that I was pretty sure might be the source of all the half-dried blood on the floor. His pockets were empty. Then I wandered the corridor a little bit, looking for anything interesting. Knickers and Borney stared at me the whole time, but I’m not the self-conscious type. I didn’t find much of anything, anyway; there were plenty of footprints tracked through the blood, but they were all muddled together.

“Can’t go telling a guard t’ not trample all over the damn place,” I commented, to nobody in particular. “They’ll just do it on purpose if you try.”

“Yes, sir”, Borney said.

“Where’s your boss at?”

“Don’t know, sir.”

“Stop calling me that. The name’s Gascon.”

“Yes, sir. I mean - uh -”

A couple more guards turned up, carrying a stretcher. I scooped Knickers up before he could take offense and got out of the way.

“Look,” I said, to Borney. “I’ll wait around here; you go look for Reynard -”

“Sir Reynard,” he said, with the same frown as his boss all over his face.

“-yes, that’s him. Go find him, ask him to drop on by when he gets the chance.”

The door to his room was locked, but I waited for the hallway to clear out, slid a knife in between the latch and the frame, and popped it open. I figured, under the circumstances, it was alright if me and Knickers did some sniffing around while we were waiting. The room looked just like mine - no windows, minimal decoration, a little fireplace, a bed, some chairs and a table - except not. My room was already what Reynard would have considered a disaster. In his room the bedcover had perfectly squared corners and not a single wrinkle, and someone had pushed the chairs into the table at matching angles. I poked around a little, but I didn’t find anything hidden under the pillows or the rug.

“Not much t’ see here,” I said to Knickers. He stopped investigating the ash bucket next to the hearth and sneezed at me. I checked under the bed. There was a dust bunny in the far corner.

Reynard came strolling in as I was lying on the floor looking at it. Something was slightly off about his appearance, I thought, but I couldn’t place it, exactly.

“Gascon,” he said, casually. “Looking for something?”

“Not really,” I said, got back up, brushed myself off, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. He eyed the stuff I’d moved like it was killing him to not fix it, but he stayed by the doorway like he wasn’t planning on sticking around. I knew better than to wait for him to bother making conversation.

“Heard you’ve managed to cause trouble already,” I said. “The way you’re going, I’ll be retirin’ from being the resident screw-up pretty soon.”

“I didn’t kill that man,” he said, stuffily. I finally figured out what it was that was different - not the extra lines on his face, like he hadn’t gotten much sleep; seemed like nobody had, so those didn’t surprise me. He wasn’t carrying a sword was what it was. I didn’t think I’d seem him without one before.

“Do you know who did?”

“No. Of course I don’t. I would’ve told everyone if I did, obviously.”

There was no good reason for him not to - well, there was one good reason I could think of for him not to. However, the fact that the reason existed at all probably ruled it out; I figured you wouldn’t set Reynard up, even though he would probably lie and claim he didn’t know even if you had and he did.

“Right,” I said. “Because they think it was you.”

I suddenly realized the obvious reason why he didn’t have a weapon. He shrugged vaguely at me.

“You don’t look too worried about it,” I commented.

“Why would I worry? I didn’t do it. Someone will figure out who did, eventually.”

“Right,” I said. “That would be me, I guess. Well, did you notice anything out of th’ ordinary last night, or hear any strange noises, or -?”

“No.”

I was not at all surprised, to be honest.

“You’re always so helpful, Reynard.”

“Happy to be of service,” he said, rolling his eyes a little. “Are we done here? I have work to do.”

Work sounded awful suspicious to me, but I knew better than to ask. He wouldn’t tell me anyway.

“Sure, we’re done here. Oh. Uh, can I borrow your - uh - whatever he is, for the day? Borney. Could use an extra set of hands. You never know how this kind of thing will turn out.”

“He’s an ensign, and yes. Make sure he gets some lunch.”

That was all we had to say to each other; Reynard was a man of few words, and he’d picked ‘em like he was going to run out of inventory if he wasn’t careful, but I had decided on something anyway: there was no way Reynard could have noticed or heard anything in the hallway the night before. It was impossible to hear a noise from a room he wasn’t in, and I could tell he had barely set foot in this one. The ash in the bucket was cold, and the place both was and wasn’t just typically neat - nobody had touched anything in it, far as I could tell, and if I knew anything, I knew Reynard wouldn’t normally have countenanced a chair at any angle other than right.

Where exactly he had been was the question, and why. Not that I really thought he was a murderer. I was just curious.

“So, Borney,” I said, as we headed off. “Don’t suppose you know where your boss was last night, do you?”

He blinked vacantly at me.

“What? No. I wasn’t even on duty last night.”

“Just thought I’d ask,” I said. Knickers hustled along ahead of us, and vanished as we crossed a courtyard. I got to suffer in silence for about five minutes until Borney started asking questions.

“Where are we going, sir?”

“The Redanian section,” I said. “And stop calling me sir.”

“Oh. Why?”

“To find out about this Ward Rosenbold guy. Why else? Let me tell you a secret, Borney,” I said, “You won’t know this, since Reynard isn’t married: if an officer turns up dead, you really only got three suspects - his wife, his lover, or his soldiers. I mean, that’s more than three, assuming he has more than one of the last thing, but you get the picture.”

Borney didn’t say anything else.

Finding any of the people I’d mentioned turned out to be a little tricky. Seemed Rosenbold wasn’t a man with many friends. Nobody could tell me much about him, but at least someone let me slip ‘em a few coins and gave me the key to his room. We let ourselves in and shut the door. I took a quick look around myself.

“Is every room in this castle th’ exact same, or is it just me?”

Borney shrugged.

Same table, bed, chairs, trunk. The difference between this room and mine, or this room and Reynard’s, was that someone had left things around. Most of it was just gear; armor and the like. I poked through a pile of dirty clothes. Borney watched in silence.

*****

11:10 pm

Meve set the report down.

“Reynard,” she said. “I think we have a problem.”

He appeared in the doorway of the other room and leaned against the jamb, frowning slightly.

“What kind of problem?”

“Gascon’s come to the, uh, wrong conclusion.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he appears to think one of us actually did murder that knight, or he’s pretending he does. Whichever it is, he’s fixated on how you don’t have an alibi, from the looks of this so-called report.”

“So what do you want to do?”

He wasn’t going to like it, she thought. She wasn’t a big fan of her solution, herself.

“I think th’ best thing to do is tell him where you were,” she said.

“Maybe you’re right.”

His tone was definitely less than enthusiastic. She couldn’t really blame him. Keeping a relationship a secret wasn’t easy. It felt like everyone they crossed paths with was watching them closely, looking for some weakness to exploit. Letting any outside party in, even one they both trusted, was a hell of a risk to take in an already dangerous affair.

“He won’t tell anyone else. About us, I mean,” she said, eyeing his crossed arms and frown. “Not even by accident. You know that.”

He nodded.

“I suppose this was bound to happen eventually,” he said. “One way or another.”

She considered telling him that she thought maybe it was already too late, and that there was a good chance they were keeping a secret that Gascon already knew about, but it had gotten to where it was just easier to try not to think about it. Besides, Gascon couldn’t know exactly how long they had been keeping it going. They had spent weeks, at the end of the war, trying play it safe until the documents were signed and it really was safe. Even though they had tried to make sure they weren’t alone in a room, or a tent, or a shadowy corner of a castle hallway, it had turned out to be more or less impossible. They had settled for making sure everyone knew the exact purpose of their occasional private meetings; they always had something to do with intelligence or planning for the peace conference or some other necessarily classified problem. As far as she could tell, they’d succeeded there, at least, and nobody would ever know that they’d failed to keep everything that went on behind closed doors professional.

“I know it’s getting late, but sooner’s probably better than later,” she said, flipping through the report.

“If you want me to go find him, you’ll have to give me my shirt back,” Reynard noted.

“Come get it,” she said, not looking up. She heard him walk across the room and stop behind her; he slid his shirt off her shoulders, paused, and pressed his lips against the back of her neck. He made his way around to the pulse point in her throat and down her shoulder before she remembered that they had plans.

“Don’t get distracted,” she said.

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They also didn't want me to speak Korean outside of the house because "in America you speak only English."

(6-17-20) You both like Politics.

You: hi

Stranger: Hello

You: What is something important to you?

Stranger: My job.

You: Mhm how so?

Stranger: Because otherwise I wouldn't have been able to buy a house, save money, and have dinner every night.

You: Very reasonable

You: and grounded

Stranger: Considering that I grew up low-income, it only makes sense that I skimp and save.

You: ah yeah, that helps gives perspective for sure

Stranger: All I can really say is not having food every day isn't fun.

You: Mhm did you grow up not being able to eat every day?

Stranger: Yes.

You: What was that like?

Stranger: Hell.

You: Yeah I can imagine

Stranger: The savior was USDA subsidized cheese.

You: are you us-based?

Stranger: I was. I relocated to South Korea in 2007.

You: mhm was the food insecurity in the SU or south korea?

Stranger: The US.

You: where were you specifically, if you don't mind me asking?

Stranger: Detroit until I was 8, Denver from 8-22.

You: mhm

Stranger: You couldn't pay me to move back to the US, in spite of the fact that my parents always insisted that it was better than Korea.

You: Mhm I'd love to hear anything that you're willing to share

Stranger: Well, what do you want to hear?

You: well, everything lol

You: but I guess we don't have time lol

Stranger: What parts do you want to hear?

You: I never personally experienced food insecurity

You: or the circumstances around that

You: and what your family did

You: and I guess why you moved

Stranger: Food insecurity is hell. My parents simply lived with it and ignored it.

You: as context, I'm guessing your family were immigrants?

Stranger: I moved for job security and so I wouldn't face discrimination in the US. Yes, they immigrated from Korea.

You: mhm

You: I'm not really that familiar with detroit and things, but I feel like the naive question I'm sure you get is what about food banks?

You: or other stuff

Stranger: Not a thing back in 1980s/90s Detroit outside of churches, which my parents stayed away from.

You: ahh I didn't know

You: so I'm guessing subsidized school lunches probably also weren't a thing?

Stranger: Those were, but my parents didn't apply for those until we moved to Denver.

You: sounds really rough

Stranger: They didn't apply mostly for fear of deportation

You: undocumented?

Stranger: They were documented, the documentation wasn't always fully valid.

You: ah..

You: student visa?

Stranger: Green cards.

You: mhm I guess it's just so different it's hard for me to imagine

Stranger: Needless to say, people who work on private railyards don't make much.

You: my goodness

Stranger: About 50 cents an hour back in the 80s and 90s.

You: yeah... I just can't imagine

You: how did your family end up moving to denver?

Stranger: My father's job at the railyard was replaced by a sensor and they were concerned that Detroit was becoming too unsafe.

You: mhm this was the big crime era too?

Stranger: Yes. And we lived in a housing project that was effectively where you went to buy drugs or die.

You: buy drugs or die?

Stranger: Lot of dealers, criminals, and bait apartments in there.

You: okay, was just slightly confused about the wording if they made you buy or something

Stranger: The people in the apartment next to us were dealers.

You: mhm

Stranger: The Detroit PD raided the wrong unit, not theirs.

You: .......

Stranger: And that's why I don't respect the Detroit PD.

You: yeah that's terrible

Stranger: We did get money from them after it was found that they broke the most expensive thing in the apartment.

You: it's just so hard for me to imagine what your parents went through

You: coming to the US

You: and all of this

Stranger: I can provide some more insight if you'd like.

You: anything you want to share is good

Stranger: They had this twisted perspective on American customs and holidays.

You: meaning?

Stranger: They didn't get any of them per-se "right."

You: huh

Stranger: Xmas? Get up at 5 AM and eat a pack of Twinkies. "We're going to work."

Stranger: New year's? Get up at 5 AM and eat nothing. "We're going to work"

Stranger: They also told me to not get good grades, because "Americans don't"

You: huh that's unexpected to me...

Stranger: I got all A+s on the report cards, and even skipped a lot of grades after moving to Denver.

You: mhm good for you!

Stranger: They also didn't want me to speak Korean outside of the house because "in America you speak only English."

You: I'm trying to imagine things through their eyes

Stranger: What are you effectively seeing?

You: uhh very poor, desperate, scared

Stranger: That about summed them up.

You: yeah.

Stranger: Even now, they refuse help from me.

You: mhm... that sounds kinda vaguely asian

You: are they still in the us?

Stranger: Yes.

Stranger: Still living in Denver, too.

You: what did they do in denver?

Stranger: My mother is a cashier at a Wal-Mart, and my father is a gun salesman, since he became a citizen in 2012.

You: mhm

Stranger: They did let me pay off their mortgage in 2011, though.

You: oh that's good

You: I can imagine your parents being very proud of you

You: are you an only child or with siblings?

Stranger: I'm an only child.

Stranger: I doubt they could ever afford a second.

You: right

Stranger: Hell, they were still paying down the bill from my birth until I was 10.

You: yeah asian-american poverty is just something I'm so removed from it's just I don't even know what to say

Stranger: That was back when Koreans were below Hispanics on the social ladder

You: right... I didn't realize detroit or denver had any kind of korean population

Stranger: Not really, they just ended up in those places because there were jobs.

You: mhm

You: so you went through school in denver, graduated, did college, and then moved to korea?

Stranger: I went through high school in Denver, graduated, college fast-tracked from age 14, medical school from 16-22. Then got the hell out of the US.

You: oh my goodness that's incredible

Stranger: I started high school at age 8 due to the district insisting on testing me.

You: yeah um I didn't even realize that kind of thing was possible

Stranger: It is, and its just not common

Stranger: I learned a lot from the books my parents had around the apartment.

You: yeah

Stranger: Since all that they had were my father's textbooks from college and a few legal help books.

Stranger: And operating manuals, and legal documentation.

You: mhm it just sounds like such a whirlwind of stuff to go through

You: anyhow what brings you to the politics tag?

Stranger: I like politics, always have.

You: on omegle? haha ^^

Stranger: I like most politics.

You: ^^ I guess I would have imagined that most ordinary ppl who like politics would be on reddit I guess or something

You: unless they have something strange going for them lol

Stranger: I have nothing going for me politics-wise.

You: hm, but other things?

You: sorry if I'm prying

Stranger: In the medical field, yes.

You: huh?

Stranger: I'm a general practitioner, and a tenured one at that, so I'm among the ~150 important people at the KCDC.

You: oh what I meant is that I'm just surprised someone like you would be on omegle that's all haha ^^

You: since we're pretty trashy here haha

Stranger: Nowhere near as trashy as other people I've encountered

You: mhm maybe

Stranger: Namely the Detroit police department SWAT team

You: >.<

You: so do you have a list of political issues you care about the most?

Stranger: Yeah, mostly not defunding the KCDC.

You: do you get a lot of koreans on omegle?

Stranger: No, I've never encountered another Korean.

You: oh okay

You: yeah I don't think I've ever run into anyone from east asia

You: many from india though

Stranger: In case you're wondering, the KCDC is basically Korea's healthcare provider, and disease/drug regulator.

You: yeah I googled it

You: I thought korea did very well with coronavirus testing

Stranger: We did.

You: why are they trying to defund you?

Stranger: Because they want to stop covering things that many Koreans rely on, such as vision coverage (I benefit from it), as well as coverage of OTC drugs in hospitals.

You: hmm how is there not popular backlash?

You: I thought there was a general political adage that it's easy to give benefits, but hard to repeal them

Stranger: They've kept it under wraps by putting funding changes in fine print.

You: funding charges as in...?

Stranger: Funneling the money into reserves.

You: oh okay, it might be a bit over my head ^^

Stranger: Basically, the KCDC is funded in USD, so we can buy equipment without exchange rate issues, and they view the USD as a finite recourse. Its not, since saving it depreciates the value for us long-term.

You: huuh I didn't know that at all

Stranger: Meanwhile, I have to fight with a government-paid vision provider to get my new glasses.

You: btw why did your parents dislike korea so much?

Stranger: Korea was different in the 70s and 80s. The leaders were totalitarians mostly installed by the US. The economy was garbage, and it was impossible to get a stable job outside of manufacturing or the armed forces.

You: ah okay, thanks for the summary

Stranger: They were middle class in Korea, too. And they left that all for the US.

You: yeah... I didn't realize the exchange rate was so steep back then too

Stranger: Most of the reason they were poor in the US was because of their limited English.

You: Ah okay

You: What kind of conversations do you normally get into here on omegle?

Stranger: Usually something that ends with "the US owns Korea."

You: what?

Stranger: The Republicans in the US have this twisted idea that America owns Korea.

You: huh

You: and you enjoy talking to people like that?

Stranger: No, but I like trying to talk sense into them.

You: ^^;; it sounds like quite an argument

Stranger: And its hilarious to me.

You: ah yeah, I guess people do like the amusement

Stranger: I have spat out coffee laughing at their stupidity.

You: I think people come from very different places ^^

Stranger: To some of them its a foreign concept that people can make more money in countries other than the US.

You: I think it depends in part on people's skill sets

Stranger: They also don't understand how foreign currency works, since, sometimes if they ask about my pay, I give it to them in KRW.

You: lol

Stranger: They think I'm lying because the number in KRW exceeds 350 billion

Stranger: KRW is counted in a strange manner.

You: hm? how so?

Stranger: 1,000 KRW= 1 USD (one cheap meal). 100 KRW= 10 cents (which is the same cost as a burger here), 10 KRW= 1 cent (half a bottle of cola).

Stranger: You have to know it to recognize it on site.

You: huh...

Stranger: We make western money but don't pay western prices.

You: I'm just slightly confused basically

Stranger: McDonald's is expensive here, with a meal being $8.

Stranger: The only things that really cost western prices are, well... western things.

You: mhm right

You: I feel like cost-of-living in different places is always a little hard for me to grasp

Stranger: I find it amazing that Coke is considered the cheap beverage here and in the US

You: I have a suspicion that in many circumstances people are just buying the bottle

Stranger: Still, I have always viewed it as expensive.

You: I mean if you look at the price of a 2L bottle versus a small bottle?

Stranger: Yes, but, still, too pricey when I was young.

You: the drink itself must be inexpensive to manufacture

You: but the retail price is elevated substantially

Stranger: My parents always viewed it as "why spend a buck on a 2L when Faygo is 75 cents, we can barely afford it as is"

Stranger: Which ingrained it as being a luxury product in my mind

You: lol

You: idk it's cheaper than milk, juice... so many things

You: I feel like it must be bad for public health

Stranger: Faygo is and always has been cheaper

Stranger: Probably because of competition

You: oh we don't have them here

Stranger: Faygo is highly regionalized to Detroit.

You: not distributed in my area

Stranger: In fairness, it helps the cost when its bottled a few blocks from the grocer.

You: I guess that's true

You: but there are always discount soft drink brands too

You: although I was never pressed enough at cash to really look very hard at the difference between a dollar or like 90 cents...

Stranger: My parents had to look carefully at those prices

You: yeah

Stranger: What would be 45 minutes in the grocer for a person who can grab-and-go items would be 1-2 hours for us.

You: mhm

Stranger: Which is why I buy the same three things at the grocer, so I don't need to price compare

You: mhm I feel spoiled because I don't really do much coupon shopping

Stranger: For what its worth, they did get the one symbol of wealth that Korean-Americans viewed as a symbol of wealth at the time.

You: which was?

Stranger: Color television set.

You: oh

You: I think you are around a decade older than me so it's hard for me to compare and contrast

Stranger: I'm 35.

You: yup

Stranger: So, I have faint memories of the 1980s.

You: I was born int he 90's

Stranger: The 90s were a good time.

You: I have faint memories of the 90's lol ^^

Stranger: That was when we got a computer

You: sounds about right

Stranger: My uncle imported KDS systems to the US, so we got that for free.

You: huh

Stranger: KDS became Emachines, a company you might have heard of

You: nope!

Stranger: Your household probably didn't have to buy whatever the cheapest system at Wal-Mart was.

You: uhh I think our first computer was some form of macintosh

Stranger: Which are systems for the wealthy next to Korean imports.

You: yeah it's really interesting to look back at this stuff

Stranger: I sometimes wish I could go back in time, but then I realize that'd effectively be starting from scratch.

You: uh yeah, that doesn't sound very fun

Stranger: There's no real reason to look back on the past for me.

You: yeah I don't really look back this far normally either

You: do you still speak much english in everyday life btw?

Stranger: Yes, on a daily basis. To the point where I still sound American when I speak it.

You: Oh I didn't know that

Stranger: I have no issues with speaking either language, luckily.

You: mhm that really helps

You: how is your social life?

Stranger: Basically zero friends in Korea.

You: aww...

You: is there like a barrier?

You: being foreign or something?

Stranger: No, since I am not foreign in the eyes of either the Korean government nor the people.

You: ah, so you're just saying it's just you? ^^

Stranger: Yes.

You: introverted?

Stranger: Yes.

You: mhm I wish you the best!

Stranger: My parents weren't too hot on the idea of me ever having friends.

You: oh...

You: you're not around them anymroe!

You: seriously, are you doing okay?

Stranger: I'm doing fine.

You: okay ^^

You: I think it's different to be happy and introverted vs. unhappy and introverted, if you know what I mean

Stranger: Not to mention, after I moved to Denver, it became harder to make friends.

You: hm, why?

Stranger: I was 8 and in high school. Take a guess.

You: ah...

You: yeah that threw me for a loop

You: ordinarily I thought most school systems didn't allow their kids to skip too far for well... I guess social reasons?

You: idk if things changed or how things happen on way or another

Stranger: And being Korean in a majority hispanic school didn't help, either.

You: mhm

Stranger: Since that was basically right after the LA riots, which made Koreans and hispanics hate each other.

You: right...

Stranger: I did get bullied for that.

You: :c

Stranger: Metal lunch trays don't feel too good in the back of the head

You: that's terrible

Stranger: And neither does getting tied to a chair with an extension cord

You: I just can't imagine

You: people just...

Stranger: You'd think they'd show mercy on someone effectively half their age and size.

You: yeah

You: also for some reason I thought of denver as kind of like a progressive white place

You: but idk if that's just more recently

Stranger: That's modern Denver.

You: yeah

Stranger: Back then it was a rougher place.

You: mhm

You: I think you have so much in your past

You: it's a lot

Stranger: A lot of people do.

You: mhm

Stranger: Not everyone can have a pretty story filled with bubblegum and rainbows.

You: yeah...

You: it's just sad

You: or well, so many things that America turns a blind eye too

You: even now

You: a kind of semi-willful ignorance

You: in favor of narratives I guess

Stranger: It would've been nice if I didn't have to carry a revolver everywhere.

You: huh you were licensed to carry as a kid?

Stranger: From when I was 18.

You: mhm

Stranger: My parents made me get licensed out of pure fear.

You: mhm

You: idk if it's your generation, your family's socioeconomic status, location, or all of the above, but your story is just so much more raw and dramatic than those of other asian americans I've heard

Stranger: Probably a mix.

Stranger: My experiences are in-line with your average LA Korean in the early 90s.

You: right

You: I just didn't know the differences could be so stark through one or two generations

Stranger: Well, remember, a riot happened that moved the Koreans up the ladder.

You: yeah

You: or maybe there's a rift between asian americans who were hear longer versus the large influx that came in the 90s

Stranger: Probably that, since not a lot came in the 80s.

You: yeah

Stranger: I remember the first time I visited Korea, it was like a different planet.

You: mhm

You: (not that I have any idea lol XD)

Stranger: My uncle took me to Seoul in 1995, which was when I realized that Korea wasn't what my parents made it out to be (they made it out to effectively be a 3rd world country).

You: mhm

Stranger: I'd say it was that visit that made me want to leave the US

You: you went through a lot

Stranger: I do consider some of it to be a lot.

You: have you ever thought about writing it up?

You: idk assembling it into a narrative of some kind?

Stranger: I have, but I'm not comfortable with it being on paper beyond legal documents.

You: mhm okay yeah

Stranger: For example, in the file cabinet next to me I have every single even slightly legal document from when I was born until I was 30.

You: mhm... I should do a better job of getting my paperwork together

Stranger: Just opening it, there's three folders of medical papers.

You: hospital?

Stranger: No, at home. The folders even include every payment on every medical bill from back then.

You: ah I meant, you were hospitalized often?

Stranger: No. Mostly just payments from my birth, as well as vision.

You: mhm

Stranger: The vision papers are expansive.

You: right

Stranger: Considering that I've needed to wear glasses since I was 2.

You: what??

Stranger: Effectively, my vision is garbage, and has been ever since.

You: so it's getting really late for me, but I wanted to thank you for sharing everything that you did ^^

Stranger: Have a nice night.

You: thank you!

You: best of luck with everything and I hope you're able to make more friends!

Stranger has disconnected.

#omegle #race #racism #korean american #korea #food insecurity #immigrant #asian american #bullying #medicine #kcdc #guns

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I have a kind of urgent question. My parents are talking about legally changing my name because it's something I've wanted for a while but I've also been having doubts for a while now. I'm not sure I want that name (Jamie) cause I picked it really quickly feeling pressured to decide and didn't think it through. And now I want to put more thought into it but it's already been two years I've been using this name. I don't know what to do. I feel dumb for doing this.

You’re not weird or dumb for considering a second name change. Many many many trans people do it, for just the reasons you describe: when you were first picking your name, you grabbed something expedient that felt better than your birth name. Now that you’ve lived with it for awhile, you’ve had a chance to notice ways in which fits you, and ways in which it doesn’t. Maybe you’ve come across other names that you wonder might fit you better. Maybe you’ve realized some of the constraints you originally put on your name search weren’t actually necessary.

There’s no rule that says we need to change our names exactly once. You can change your name as often as you like.

Now, your parents may only have the budget (financially and time-wise) to do one legal name change. In the U.S., name changes often cost $100-$200 in fees, and I understand anyone who feels like that’s too steep to pay multiple times. But that’s fine - you can change your name in common usage (e.g. what you ask people to call you) without changing it legally each time. Plenty of people (cis and otherwise) don’t go by their legal name.

That’s not to say that changing your legal name isn’t important for trans people, because your legal name does come up quite a bit. Having a name that is gendered in the wrong way can out you as trans, and seeing your old name all the time might be upsetting. You can not know what name you want, but know you don’t want that one. What I am saying is that it might be enough to have a “good enough” legal name, one that matches your gender identity and that you don’t mind seeing on your official records, even if you use another name day-to-day, or continue experimenting.

So, it’s not the end of the world if you change your name legally and end up going by something else. But I also don’t really see what the rush is. Where is the pressure you feel coming from? Are you pressuring yourself to be ready for something you’re not? If so, feel free to lay down that burden. You are behaving in a totally reasonable way, and you don’t need to talk yourself into feeling another way. Are your parents pressuring you? If so, that feels inappropriate to me.

It’s your transition. You don’t need to do anything you’re not ready for or don’t want. This is my general principle when advising trans folks and their families: trans people should control the pace and substance of their transition. The transition process can feel out-of-control for us for so many reasons: logistical and bureaucratic barriers that slow us down or force us into boxes that don’t fit; medical gatekeeping; the uncertainty of other people’s reactions; hormones that do whatever the fuck they want; having to let go and trust surgeons and doctors and therapists (some of whom don’t give us good reasons to justify that trust); the feeling that we’re supposed to follow a certain set of steps in a certain order yet we don’t know what they are and we don’t necessarily want to do all of them; general good old fashioned fear of the unknown! We are at the mercy of so many forces we can’t control, it’s vital that we’re able to exercise autonomy over the process whenever we can. It’s not right for anyone to pressure you to go faster than you want or to do things you’re not sure about. That doesn’t change if you’re a minor child. We often have people in our lives who are so close to us that they feel they ought to have a say, but they really don’t. Transition is too personal.

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I don't rely get this whole anti book malec? I don't support Cassandra Clare but I feel like there book didn't really cross any lines malec wise? He was 18 when they had their first time but also immortality is hard with relationships (cause Magnus looks 19 and is actually 400-800) ig. Idk like I think cc should have made them older but I don't see how any lines are crossed so could you explain?

ANSWER UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE IT GOT SUPER LONG LOL

okay, imma be real: the age difference isn’t my biggest problem with book!malec.

i mean, yes, it’s weird that 17 year old alec is dating an immortal 400+ year old warlock, but like. okay bear with me i’m not good at explaining this.

why am i ok with the show age difference, for example. why is a 20-something and a 400+ year old better? because immortality is weird, and the way i’ve always interpreted it in things like this, it’s like, they stop aging/maturing mentally? i don’t know how to explain this properly, but i’ve seen it talked about before. it’s a thing, okay. and in the show, they’re both mentally like, mid 20s. or something. i’m not good at age. but they’re like, not that far apart. magnus is def older/more experienced but it’s not like, a grown man dating a child. they’re equals.

but it would be so much creepier if magnus dated a 17 year old child, and talked the way he did in the books (wanting to fuck him but basically being like “i can’t wait until you’re legal so we can fuck” which is really creepy not sweet oh my god.) and shit.

HOWEVER, you can make the argument that magnus was also aged up and in the books he looks/stopped aging around 19, meaning the creepy age gap of full-grown man dating a teenager isn’t really there and it’s not as creepy. (i don’t think they actually said he looked 19, but i could be wrong. either way, people tend to describe him/treat him like an adult in fanfic/posts/etc.)

but then, book fans (well, lots of fans, but particularly book fans) tend to describe alec as a “boy” and magnus as either a “man” or just like, not a boy, just not really described. but they make a point to call alec a boy and describe him as smol/soft/tiny/innocent/etc. it makes it sound a lot creepier.

plus there’s fans who like both the show and the books and blend canons, and they tend to have show magnus with book magnus’s personality (aka reduced to just creepy/sexy + glitter/fashion with a dash of interesting characterization that goes nowhere) so like, they want him to be a hot muscular adult, but then they keep book alec as he is pretty much??? and it’s creepy???

so like, age difference-wise, book malec is defendable but most of the fans don’t try to make it that way, if that makes sense.

but like, there are a LOT of other reasons i hate book malec. it’s just like, a super unhealthy relationship on both sides.

like book alec verbally and emotionally abuses magnus a lot (emotional abuse might be a bit harsh but………eh. it’s debatable. verbal isn’t tho, sorry.) he slut shames and ridicules him multiple times, often in front of their friends or total strangers for literally no reason other than biphobia (he found out magnus was bi and immediately started assuming he’d cheat/he was a whore). (he’s also a dick in general, tho, he slut shames izzy a lot, too.)

the whole breakup was lowkey alec’s fault–he got insecure that magnus didn’t want to talk about his past (which he said at the beginning of their relationship he wouldn’t feel comfortable doing so??? not alec was lied to) as well as the many partners magnus has had before him (magnus has been alive like 4 to 8 centuries did he really expect him to be a virgin? plus more of the whole “he’s bi so he’s a whore” stuff) and went behind his back to his abusive ex-girlfriend in order to get information magnus didn’t feel comfortable sharing as well as well as PLOTTING TO TAKE AWAY HIS IMMORTALITY WITHOUT HIS CONSENT. (to be fair, i’m not entirely sure he was actually planning on going through with it, but when magnus found out about it, he was understandably very upset and broke up with him.) seriously he went to MAGNUS’S ABUSIVE GIRLFRIEND. didn’t try to talk to someone else about his past, like one of his friends or even just like historical accounts or people who sort of know him. (to be fair to book alec, camille did manipulate him as well. she’s a master manipulator. but that’s not an excuse, alec’s actions were still shitty af.)

of course, book magnus isn’t completely innocent, either. he’s kind of a creep sometimes, he pressures alec into coming out (lowkey emotional manipulation + stuff like “i’m not talking to you until you tell your family about us”) even though alec lives in a homophobic society??? he says that it’s like “i don’t want to be your dirty little secret” but boy you started a relationship with him knowing this would be a thing so.

also he can be kind of pushy with the flirting. in the show magnus was insistent in order to like help save him from himself but he backed off whenever alec told him to and never went too far, nor did he ever even touch him. book magnus came off as more pushy and there was no element of “you shouldn’t marry a woman because you’ll be miserable” or “i want you to be happy, with me or without me”.

plus, the whole age difference thing, magnus dating an underage boy (as he is a “boy” in the books) was kind of creepy unless you interpret as beforementioned. (although i think magnus does call him/mentally think of him as a “boy” a few times so………creepy)

ANYWAY i’m not a loremaster or anything, i disliked the books and barely got through them all. i probably didn’t explain this super well and it’s possible that i got details wrong (i’m 99% i didn’t but like, i’m a fucking dumbass with the memory of a goldfish so), but you could probably go through the anti cc tag for better explanations and details and shit.

#anti cc #anti book malec #hey so book fans don't interact because i don't need a fight right now i'm just answering a question #and this is properly tagged #so pls dont even

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