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gigicreates562 · 8 months

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Come to Gloat? - Fred Weasley x Reader

Fred and Y/n get into an argument before a risky mission. Y/n leaves without him, only to return with a gash in her side. Will Fred say I told you so, or does he have something different in mind?

TW: Blood

Word Count: 1016

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“You’re not going,” He said firmly.

“Yes, I am, Fred. You can’t stop me,” She bit back.

“It’s a suicide mission! You’ll never make it back alive!”

“I know the risks! It’s my decision to make,” she replied, zipping up her jacket forcefully.

Truthfully she was scared, this mission was dangerous, deadly even, but she just didn’t care. She was desperate to prove herself: to her family, to the Order, and to him. She would do anything, no matter dangerous it was.

“What if something happens to you?” Fred rationalized. The fear in her surged again, but she pushed it down quickly.

“You certainly did fine when you left me back at Hogwarts. I’m sure you’ll manage again,” She hissed.

With those words, what started as a small quarrel had just crossed the line into a major argument. His past actions had left a dark cloud on their friendship for too long. Fred had apologized, even begged her to forgive him, but to forgive was easy. Forget? Not so much.

“Are you seriously implying that I would be fine if you died?” His brow furrowed in frustration, “Look, I’m sorry I left you back then, I thought we had this worked out already,” Fred pleaded.

“Fred!” She shouted, “You’re not my Dad. You’re not my boyfriend. This isn’t your decision to make.” Her venom sunk into his skin, leaving behind a foul taste in her mouth.

“And here I thought our friendship actually meant something to you,” He laughed bitterly, stung by her words. He wished he was one of those things, and this argument was a painful reminder that he was not.

“Yeah, well, best mates or not, I’m going, and that’s final.” She stomped out of the flat, slamming the door behind her.

“Y/n, please!” He begged, voice faltering just a little too late.

The crack of apparition pierced through the door, leaving Fred utterly alone.

…

Fred felt sick all night. And here I thought our friendship actually meant something to you. The words taunted him. Those awful, poisonous words may very well be the last thing he would ever say to his best friend. She would never know how he really felt, how much he truly cared for her.

He didn’t sleep. He couldn’t. He tried, but after an hour of tossing and turning, he switched on the news hoping the constant droning of the newscaster would lull him to sleep.

The Ministry continues to deny all claims of He Who Must Not Be Named’s return. Sources state that Harry Potter is to blame for the rebel numbers growing… blah blah blah… Muggle disappearances… blah blah blah… attempted break-in to a pureblood household… one rebel dead… one severely injured and at large… blah blah… The escaped rebel is said to have Y/h/c hair, y/e/c eyes, and is bleeding severely. If you see them please notify authorities. Report suspicious activity immediately to… blah blah blah blah.

…

Fred didn’t remember nodding off, but he must have, because abruptly he was awoken by someone rummaging around in the bathroom.

Quietly, Fred made his way to the source of the noise.

“Come to gloat?” Y/n winced as she attempted to clean the large gash in her side. She dabbed around the wound carefully with a wet rag, doing her best to hide her reaction to the stinging liquid. Her shirt lay forgotten on the counter, no longer its original white color, but rather a sickly red.

“You were right,” She continued through clenched teeth, “It was suicide. The bastard had the whole thing covered in enchantments. We never stood a chance.”

She eyed Fred cautiously in the mirror. His gaze was transfixed on her, a hint of sadness tinting his stoic expression.

“Well go on then, scold me,” She ordered, wishing he would just get it over with, “Come on, say I told you so.”

This wasn’t like Fred. Normally when he proved her wrong, she couldn’t live it down. He would take every opportunity possible to rub it in her face, but not this time. This time he just looked at her like a wounded dove as she wrapped her injury in fresh cotton. She hated it. She could take a lot of his smug reminders, but pity? Pity was somehow much much worse.

“Go on!” She snapped, turning to look at him, “Yell, scream, hex me into next Tuesday, say something!”

Fred treaded softly into her space, his worried stare stripping her defenses and bringing a soft heat to her cheeks. His face was contorted with a pained expression, seemingly caught in an internal battle. Slowly, he reached a hand up to cup her face. Why wouldn’t he just get mad?

“Just say I told you so! Why aren’t you mad at me?” She pleaded, feeling uneasy with his sudden tenderness.

Fred answered her question silently by lowering his mouth onto hers. Warmth immediately blossomed in her chest, spreading rapidly throughout her body. The faint scent of fireworks lingered behind from his work, flooding her senses as his mouth moved against hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth through slightly parted lips, emitting a soft gasp from her. He was dizzying. She was positively sure she was floating an inch off the floor.

All too quickly, he pulled away, leaving her tingling all over. Silence settled throughout the room. The sound of their breath echoed off the bathroom walls.

“I should’ve done that a long time ago,” He breathed, causing her head to spin again.

“Fred, I’m so sor-” Her sentence was interrupted by a swift kiss, leaving her breathless once more.

“Me too,” he smiled down at her, thanking every god he knew that those words weren’t their last.

They stared at each other, relaxing in the other’s company.

“Bed?” She asked.

“Bed,” he laughed, kissing her on the forehead before leading her back to his room.

The couple may have begun with a shaky start, but Fred didn’t care. He was just happy that he would never spend another night, wishing he had told her.

#fanfic #fred and george #fred weasley #george weasley #harry potter #reader insert #fanfiction #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasleyxreader #y/n

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try-set-me-on-fire · 11 months

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Ooh how abut number '11. toothpaste kisses' for soft prompts! Love your writing

Send me soft prompts! Ao3 collection post here!

Eddie is going to make everyone late.

Look: he really thinks most of it isn't his fault. He'd covered for somebody on B shift Tuesday, so he'd only had 24 hours off and he'd had to sleep through a good chunk of it, so laundry went a little by the wayside, leading to him tossing a frantic load into the washer at 5 am when he realized he had no clean work clothes. And, again, he’d covered that Tuesday shift after a 12 hour on Monday, so it’s reasonable that he forgot how dire the toothpaste situation was. The look Chris had given him when he said they needed to run to the store right now at bright and early 6 am would have withered a lesser soul, so at 6:04 Eddie, still in sweatpants and wearing ratty old slides is running down the block solo to grab whatever they have at the nearest corner store. He winces as he grabs the baking soda kind (Chris hates it) and books it back to the house, trying to breathe through the waves of oh god I’m a terrible father who left my kid alone and forgot about dental hygiene.

The house is considerably more crowded when he gets back to it. First, Chimney is lugging a dresser up the front stairs.

“What- hey- what-“ Eddie grabs the bottom of the thing, hastily shoving the toothpaste in his pocket. “What’s this?”

Chim tilts his head at him. “We were getting rid of it and you said you could use a new dresser, remember? I texted you I was coming to drop it off.”

Eddie’s phone is probably dinging away uselessly on his bedside table. “Right, yeah, sorry. There was a toothpaste emergency. Uh, thank you, we can just-“

Before he can come up with some way to finish that sentence, Carla opens the door. He hadn’t even seen her car, shit, he hopes there’s no calls right away when they get to work because he’s clearly not slept enough and should lay down again as soon as possible.

“Oh!” She says, surprised and cheerful. “Why don’t you bring that into the living room. I put your clothes in the dryer, Eddie, I figured if you were running the wash this early it was an emergency.”

Well thank god somebody has a plan and knows whats happening. He and Chim set the dresser next to a wall someplace as out of the way as they can get, and then Eddie points at Carla. “Thank you,” he says, trying to put as much sincerity into the words as possible, before pivoting to head down the hall to find Chris. Its not a long journey, the kid standing right around the corner. Eddie hands him the toothpaste. “There you go.”

Chris scrunches his nose. “Baking soda kind. Gross. And I don’t need it, Dad, Buck brought the good stuff.”

“Buck?”

“Hey.”

Eddie pivots again to look in the kitchen, where the man himself is leaning against the counter drinking a cup of coffee out of his current favorite mug, the one with the squiggly little drawing of a frog and a chicken dancing together. “Hi.” Eddie supposes he isn’t exactly surprised he’s here, Buck is a feature of their household as much as the mug he’s holding is, but he is a little concerned about the amount of people popping out of the woodwork without him noticing. “Anybody else here? Why’d you bring toothpaste?”

Buck grins. “I think you’ve seen everybody now. And you were running out when I was here last, you’ve been busy, figured it might be helpful.”

Eddie nods, a little… wordless, maybe, a little bowled over. “I’m gonna…” he gestures towards the bathroom and limply leaves the conversation. By the time he’s brushed his teeth (it is the good stuff, the pricier name brand arctic fresh, Eddie usually goes for generic spearmint) Chris and Carla are ready to head out the door. Eddie is glancing at the clock and nervously calculating exactly how wet the clothes he’s about to put on are going to be as he says goodbye, leaning to kiss Carla, Chris, and Chim’s cheeks. “Ok, thank you, have a great day at school, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

It takes a few seconds of staring at Chimney’s trying not to laugh face, and listening to Chris’s not-trying-not-to-laugh-at-all guffaws before his brain catches up to his actions. “Oh my god.”

Chimney grins and Eddie shakes his head futilely against the oncoming barrage. "I always knew I was your favorite." He smacks a hand to his cheek and swoons, and Eddie rolls his eyes. "Everyone said it was Buck, but I knew the Han-Diaz love connection was just waiting to happen."

Buck is laughing somewhere behind him, and Eddie wants to see what look is on his face, but instead he rolls his eyes again, harder, and says "I'm going to check on the laundry," and shoos his son out the door before fleeing to the dryer.

Of course it's all still fucking damp. They're already pushing it on time though (maybe if all three of them are late they can unionize against Bobby?) so he shucks his sweats and shimmies his way into the unpleasant cool of his pants. When he emerges from his shirt, wincing, he finds Buck in the hallway with him.

“Chimney says we’re running late and if you don’t hurry up he’s leaving you for dead, no matter your new found love.”

“I know, I know, I just need to find my shoes-“

“I put ‘em by the door,” Buck smiles, and then the smile becomes a grin. “Hey, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” Eddie says with the right amount of apprehension for the situation.

“No goodbye kiss for me?” He tilts his head, grin thoroughly classifiable as shit-eating.

“We’re going to the same place, Buck. I’m probably gonna ride in your car.” He’s absolutely going to ride in his car, they both know it.

“Ah, so is Chimney, he got one.”

And Eddie could defend himself with the reasonable explanation that he just happened to be standing in a row next to the people he’d meant to press his affection onto, or the less reasonable explanation that he only gives goodbye kisses to people whose names start with a C, but instead he says “You want a kiss, Buck?”

And he’s moving before he loses nerve, and Buck is also moving, laughing at him, so again Eddie feels like it’s not entirely his fault when his kiss lands sort of on his cheek but mostly- it’s mostly on his mouth, which is soft and exhaling a little surprised sound against Eddie. They both pull back but maybe not as far as they probably should, if they weren’t them, if Eddie hadn’t spent the last few weeks or maybe years wondering how he could ask Buck to live on the shelf with all the mugs he’s cycled through as favorites. Then Buck darts his head forward, pecking another little kiss to his mouth, and Eddie chases him for a third, and Buck’s hand tangles in his shirt and he says “Oh” into Eddie’s mouth because the fabric is wet under his touch.

“Buckley, Diaz, I’m getting in my car, and I’m not going to defend you to Cap!”

Even at Chimney’s words they don’t entirely jump apart, just slide back a little, stand more firmly facing each other as the front door distantly opens and shuts.

“We’re gonna be late,” Buck says, an awed little smile pulling at his face.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, a little breathless. Maybe he can blame that on the cold clothes. “We should probably get going.”

Buck nods, and barely finishes the motion before Eddie puts his hands on his face and pulls him in for another minty kiss, firm, a promise. Buck is grinning when he backs off and Eddie is sure his face is a mirror image as he ducks around him to go find his shoes.

They’re late. But as Buck settles next to him on the couch, all pressed along his side despite the still damp clothes, Eddie thinks it was worth the wait.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox #my writing #911 abc

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valeskawhore · 1 year

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“Y/n Dracula?”

A Wednesday x FEM! Vampire! Reader! Fan fiction!!!

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Word(s): 1.4k

Character(s)/parings: Wednesday Addams x FEM! Y/n Dracula!!

WARNING: Hello everyone and welcome, this story will stay to the original plot in the show just with my own reader insert!!! Somethings will be changed so y/n can fit in the story but that’s expect and yes,I will give a heads up before hand every time!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! EVERYONE LIKE THIS IDEA!!!!

THIS IS PART ONE!! AN INTRODUCTION!!

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I never saw my father anymore, not even on my birthday.

I have vague memories of him though from when I was just a young girl, And of course there’s the various family paintings spread throughout the mansion chambers but, his face was always blurred or torn out by his own hand.

Not even any printed pictures, he despised them.

It was like living with a ghost. I always felt his presence but it's like he was invisible to the naked eye. Despite never seeing him or hearing orders directly from his own mouth, I still receive them from our house keepers.

Holidays were useless and such a waste of time. We never celebrated them anyways since it was too much pain to remember.

My mother had died around thanksgiving. Ironic? I know. The one time of year when everyone would celebrate the giving season, but given our history– it was not a time to be happy in our household.

That holiday was a lie anyways– it wouldnt even exist if it wasnt for mass genocide so I wasnt necessarily torn up about not celebrating it anyways.

I don't remember much about her, she was human from what I know and from what others have told me she was a very bright woman. So happy and optimistic, definitely a “glass is half full kind of person”-- Or atleast, that’s what I've been told. —-That’s another story for another time though, no use mourning over someone I barely knew.

Still, sometimes I'd long for normality. But in my case, that was merely a dream. Someone like me couldn't be normal no matter what spell or mortal concoction this pathetic world seemed to brew up. I couldn’t even go outside without my ‘ring of cursed sunlight’ on. If I didn't have that, then it was back to the o’l trench coat and sunglasses.

I am Y/n Dracula, the only living heir of the count himself. And no, I can not see my reflection in the mirror.

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I am 16 years old. Quite young for a vampire, I'm aware– but I've still got quite the ways to go. According to my research, a half-blood like myself would last only a few hundred years. I'm not completely immortal like a true count should be.

It’s the highest dishonor in my family and because of it, I was considered a sham.

The one living heir to the Dracula legacy wasn't even a full vampire. I was a regret from the moment I was born in my father’s eyes. I’ve never had any other reason to believe otherwise because it’s not like we had a healthy father-daughter relationship like most, He didn’t even talk to me.

On my sixteenth birthday, I received a letter from a principal in a small little town located near a cemetery surrounded by a body of water. Where the skies were dark and gloomy, rain was common, and happiness died along with its resident’s hopes and dreams…

It was like a dream come true, I know.

But what I wasn't particularly fond of was what the school represented, outcasts.

Nevermore Academy; The school of outcasts and those who were rejected from the normal lifestyle we know today. Where weirdos and stoners, rejects and ‘misunderstood’ ‘troubled’ teens got sent to.

What’s even worse was, APPARENTLY— it was my father’s idea.

What better way to make sure your child knows you’re ashamed of them? What a nice birthday present dad.

I didn’t even have a choice either. My bags were already packed for me, and my transporter, Alec, was patiently waiting at the bottom of the stairs, ready to hand me my coat and ring.

I received many hugs and presents from my housekeepers, the closest thing I had to a family.

With a final wave goodbye, I saw myself out of the mansion. Only looking back for a brief moment to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything but,

something had caught my sharp attention when I finally took a seat in the passenger side of our vehicle.

From a far window above,

The one window in my fathers corridor,

The one window he always kept shut and locked without even the slightest bit of light shining through,

I could have sworn, I saw a pale white stoic face glaring at me through the window before disappearing. Almost as if the count himself wanted to see my dissatisfied face before leaving.

‘What a smug bastard.’ I had thought to myself, adjusting in the seat and pulling my sunglasses over my eyes.

As we rounded the mansion's fountain, making a U-turn to be let out the tall dark gate, Alec said my name.

I turned towards him,

“Young mistress, your father wanted me to hand you this, tis’ your birthday present.” His older face crinkled into an eye closed smile.

He held a black velvet box out to me, wrapped in the darkest of ribbons and bows, with a letter and a black rose tucked between the packaging. I took the box,

Pulling the letter from the packaging and removing the dark crimson wax melted “D” from the opening so I could read the letter,

“T’was your mothers, she wanted you to have it on this day.” the letter had read in big bold fancy writing,

And in the box was a small beautiful mirror crusted with rubies and black gems, rimmed with gold and silver.

“Your mother always had taste.” Alec smiled once more.

The sight of the mansion soon disappeared in my rear view mirror, I sighed.

‘What kind of a ridiculous name is Nevermore anyways?’

*~*~*~*

LET ME KNOW WHAT YALL THINK !! DO YOU THIS SHES GOOD ENOUGH TO CONTINUE THE STORY!???? <333

#grandmama addams #gomez addams #wednesday addams #morticia addams #thing addams #wednesday adams #wednesday #vampire x human #x reader #funny story #lgbtq #girl gothic

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roalinda · 6 months

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Prompt: Sirius & Harry, stray cat

ok, so this was supposed to be for my bday but it ended up a Halloween treat 🍬🍭🍫

I got distracted and forgot to insert the cat in it that much 😭 Also Sirius is alive cause I said so 😤

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"Did you know that your parents owned a cat?"

Harry didn't look up from his bowl of steaming soup but a listless shrug was his silent response. His hold tightened on the expensive silver spoon, yet another reminder that despite a clear name, his godfather and him were still living in 12 Grimmauld Place. He didn't really understand why they were not moving out, but then again these days his mind was pleasantly numb. After all said and done and Voldemort gone, the radio silence in his brain was a blessing.

He was so tired. The countless fights and painful losses had caused an emotional collapse in him. He had not joined the victory celebrations. He had sneaked out of the parties he was invited to. He had locked himself in his room, seeking comfort that he hadn't found since Halloween 1981. Still, there was nothing but a vast void, a place that should have been occupied by Lily and James Potter who were buried under the cold ground despite everything.

What a useless triumph, just a tragic success.

It was Halloween night again.

"They had one. She was a stray. You hated her because she kept stealing my attention."

Harry could imagine. He could see a picture perfect of a small happy family, a cat purring on his godfather's lap while he was pouting in his mom's arms, seeking attention and his dad's boisterous laughter. He smiled softly at that.

A warm hand cupped his cold face and caressed away a single tear drop he hadn't realised had fallen on his pale cheek. He was falling apart without even realising.

"Hush."

"It's Halloween," replied Harry, as if it was self-explanatory and it was.

"And that means trick or treat," Sirius barked a laugh despite his wet eyes.

Harry eyed him warily. "Is my treat a cat?" He tried to offer a wobbly smile.

"Maybe," teased Sirius and pushed a magical photo towards him gingerly.

Harry frowned at the photo, a punch of a bizarre melancholy knocking the air out of his lungs. It was a small cottage in a small garden filled with sunflowers. The scenery was familiar and after a second Harry realised he was looking at the Potter Cottage in Godric's Hollow.

Sirius softly tapped on the photo with his wand. The setting changed. Now Harry was looking at the inside of the cottage. There was a small kitchen and a cosy living room, filled with crimson cushions. There was a mantelpiece with pictures on top, of his parents' first dance on their wedding day, of his father and godfather laughing together, of his mom embracing him while his dad and Sirius were cooing at him.

It was a beautiful mirage of what could have been.

"Your parents' cottage looked like this, Harry," said Sirius tentatively. "I have been absent from your life when I should have been present and for that I am sorry."

Harry grunted in disagreement and Sirius hummed. "I have promised a home to you, remember? I am a man of my word," he said, his voice hushed and concentrated.

"We are going to move there soon. It's your home. It's where James and Lily are going to receive you for their happy memories linger there."

Harry blinked and blinked and blinked. Home…he was going home to his parents. Not under piles of soil but to a warm loving household. So, he did the only thing he longed to do all this time. He wailed, loud and shameless before throwing himself into Sirius' arms.

Sirius ran his fingers through Harry's messy hair soothingly but made no effort to stop his sobs. "Let it all out," he whispered and Harry did, as the old wound bled and bled until there was nothing left to bleed.

"Home is with you, Sirius," he murmured into his godfather's chest. "home is with you and the happiness your presence brings me."

"Home is the peace you blessed our souls with. Thank you for taking care of our son in our place. Be happy and live a long life, until we meet again."

#Harry James Potter #Sirius Black #good godfather sirius black

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vaguely-humanoid-form · 4 months

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thanks, Matt

matpat means.... a lot to me, to say the least. I was raised in a single parent household and l haven't really considered myself to have a dad for a long time. while yes, I do technically have a dad, that's only really in the context of genetics. and my daddy issues but that's not important.

what is important is that matpat was my father, in a way. he was dubbed the title of "internet dad" long after he had already been one to me. he's part of the reason that I am the person I am today.

this piece exists because of matpat, for many reasons.

one, because I sobbed watching "goodbye internet" and want to do something special for his retirement.

two, because fnaf is the entire reason that I create what I do today, and that is partially heavily credited to matpat for overanalyzing a game about murderous animatronics in a pizzeria that I was obsessed with the moment I found out about it. 7 year old me was hooked, man.

and then I think through that, I found even more creators, which led to even more hyperfixating on weird nerdy shit, which led to me making more and more art.

and now, here I am. I'll be 17 years old in April. I graduate high school in one year.

I'm growing up.

not that I haven't been for my whole life because, well, that's how that works.

but I am nearing the true "end" of my childhood.

this year is fnaf's ten year anniversary.

this year marks a decade with game theory.

this year marks the beginning of the end.

I look back on my childhood. I went back to make one quick edit of my incredibly old Instagram account that I had way before I should've even had it.

I look back on the friends I had. I look back on all of the early-mid 2010s shit I posted and I smile. because it's cringe. it's cringe as hell and it's beautiful because of that.

and the nonsense theories are beautiful, and every single theory is beautiful because it exists. because it stems from the need to learn and think and have fun.

because that's what theorizing is about, in the end.

having fun.

matpat means a lot to me.

matpat is the reason that I am the person typing out this post. matpat is the reason that I am the person who spent 6 hours and 45 minutes drawing a piece featuring undertale and fnaf characters in it.

matpat inspires me to exist. and create. and think and learn and seek and everything.

yes, it's a bit parasocial. but it's hard for it to not be considering that I've spent more than half of my life growing alongside this man, seeing him grow in real time in tandem with myself.

I'm growing up.

but I still feel like a kid.

that's good and bad.

the bad is the part of my childhood that I didn't get to have because of my puberty hitting early. it's the fact that some of me is still a 12/13 year old in 2020. it's how the internet affected my growth.

the good is the part of me that still gets unreasonably excited when one of my interests gets brought up "in the wild." it's the fact that I love stuffed animals. it's how the internet affected my growth.

I look back on myself as a kid and, yes, I do indeed get embarrassed or genuinely cringe at how I was in some aspects. but I smile.

because it's me.

despite everything, it's still me.

despite everything, I'm still me, and matpat is still matpat, and despite every single thing that we've all gone through,

we're still us.

I remember one year, I bought myself the theorist varsity jacket with some Christmas money or something.

my best friend has the theorist backpack, I'm pretty sure.

hell, matpat's probably one of the reasons that they are my best friend.

two absolute geeks of GT kids, bonding over the nerdy stuff they liked, probably talking about theories. I don't remember super well, that was elementary school, man.

but isn't that incredible?

the fact that I'm still friends with someone I met in the first grade because of nerdy people like matpat.

I am forever grateful that I found the game theorists and became part of that group. so much of who I am is because I am a theorist. because I found one guy on the internet making overanalytical videos about games.

matpat means a lot to me. and if in case he somehow reads this whole weird ramble prose post open letter thingy, then I hope it means something to him.

but, hey, that's just a theory.

thanks for everything, Matt. <3

#ripley doesn't say stuff #ripley doesn't know how to draw #my art #game theory #the game theorists #matpat #im not gonna cry again. but i kinda want to #fnaf #undertale

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changingplumbob · 2 months

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Nishidake Household: Chapter 5, Part 1

In this part the Nishidake household hit a few roadbumps with the inclusion of the health mods.

Back to Mt Komorebi where the Nishidake household sleeps. Last rotation they got the news that Kaori’s grandparents had left a large inheritance for her and her wife. The Nishidake family are the guardians of the mountain, a mantle which requires loyalty to the region. Specifically you can go somewhere on holiday, but if you take steps to move away you will die. At least according to a bunch of dead ancestors who tried, including Kaori’s parents.

Charlie: We better get up

Kaori: Clover’s belly is not the boss of us

Clover: *barks hungrily*

Kaori: Who am I kidding? Her belly is totally the boss of us

Charlie: *laughs* I can go feed her if you want first shower

Kaori: Please. I had a not great fall yesterday and my muscles are still aching

Charlie: You should have said, I could have given you a massage

Kaori: I’ve maxed my snowboarding skill, I’m not meant to have falls

Charlie: Everyone has falls *to Clover* Come on my honey pie, who wants biscuits?

Charlie: Did you get back in your pyjamas? *kisses cheek*

Kaori: Yeah, they’re comfy

Charlie: Remember we need to go to the doctors first thing

Kaori: Why? Since when

Charlie: Mum text about a new mod. Apparently we need vaccines and to go see a gynaecologist

Kaori: Char only one of us got a bio degree

Charlie: Oh, they just look at our pixel parts and tell us if we’re healthy

Kaori: What? I don’t want some stranger looking at my pixel parts

Charlie: We don’t have a choice

Kaori: Sure we do! We just don’t go. It’s not like we’re going to get pregnant or one of us is sleeping with someone who has a pixel parts infection

Charlie: We don’t need to be trying to get pregnant for our reproductive organs to stuff up and explode

Kaori: *suspiciously* You’re just being gloomy right? Our organs won’t actually explode…

Charlie: Guess the only way for you to find out is to come with me

Kaori: *rolls eyes* Fine. How much will it set us back

Charlie: Don’t worry. All players on the team get health insurance, we’ll be fine, it won’t cost as much

Kaori: Brilliant! We could use the savings on a new couch

Charlie: Umm, I don’t think that’s how savings work. And we hardly ever sit on the couches anyway

Kaori: Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t have nice ones. And I’m not suggesting we use the inheritance on ourselves, but you and I do get income we can spend. You knew you were marrying a shop-a-holic Char, I like nice things

Charlie: Am I included in these nice things

Kaori: Only if you take a shower

Charlie: Oh, she burns!

Kaori: Shut up, you know I still have a fear of fire. I’ll get the dishes, you shower so we can get these medical visits over with

Clover: *barks* Hope I don’t have any medical visits

Kaori: We survived!

Charlie: Heck yeah. Now, about what the doctor said…

Kaori: Char she said I’m neurodivergent, it’s not like we need to be worried or sad or whatever

Charlie: I’m gloomy, I can’t help it. Do you want me to go to the psychiatrist with you

Kaori: Nah, I’ll be sweet. Can you get started on the chores for me though?

Charlie: Does gardening count

Kaori: So long as you don’t let Clover track the dirt through the house

Charlie: I won’t. But I know you enjoy vacuuming so… I’ll leave that for you?

Kaori: *laughs* Guilty! Okay, I’ll vacuum when I’m back

Charlie gets started on her indoor garden. She learned how to garden during her biology degree with Rahul, not that she’d tell her dad that she’d ignored his many attempts to teach her about soil types and fertiliser strengths. She’s calling out to Clover every so often when she realises Clover is barking differently than normal.

Charlie: You better not be inviting around the hound dogs

Clover: *barks to the hound dogs*

Charlie: We’re getting you spayed so don’t even think about it

Kaori: What’s all the noise in here

Charlie: You back? How’d it go

Kaori: Did you say we’re getting this precious angel spayed

Charlie: I did indeed yell that

Clover: *barks in love*

Kaori: But... Charlie... puppies could be so cute!

Charlie: No

Kaori: Why not? You got her and Allie as puppies

Charlie: Over population K. There’s enough strays out there without adding to the surplus

Kaori and Clover go to the garden room where Charlie is fighting a temporary bug invasion.

Kaori: But what if... we kept the puppies

Charlie: *sighs* K, pregnancy is hard and labour is rough. Yes you may end up with cute puppies but think about what Clover would have to go through. It’s not right for us to put her through that when we can get her fixed

Kaori: *pouts* Suppose

Charlie: I don’t want to be pregnant. You don’t want to be pregnant. Why would we make her do something we’re not willing to go through ourselves huh?

Kaori: You’re right, I know you’re right. She just really seems to want to make puppies

Clover: *barks in love*

Charlie: It’s hormones. Should calm down when she’s fixed. Now what did the psychiatrist say

Kaori: That I have… wait he did write it down somewhere for me…

Clover: *barks in love*

Charlie: Honey pie mummies are talking right now

Kaori: Oh, I kept it on my phone. I have this thing called… Dysgraphia? I think that’s how it’s pronounced

Charlie: I haven’t heard of it before

Kaori: Yeah me neither

Charlie: Do they think we need to be worried at all

Kaori: No. It’s just why I have trouble writing neatly and getting stuff from my head onto paper

Charlie: Did they want you to start anything like meds or tutoring or something

Kaori: Depends on how much I’m bothered. Like I have the film and literature hobby but I enjoy experiencing stories more than creating them you know. I’ll see how I go

With the garden tidied Charlie gets into her uniform and heads off to work.

Kaori: Good luck playing Char! We'll be listening and watching

Charlie: Thanks. Hey Clover, I’ll see you when you have less organs

Clover: *whines*

Kaori: Here we are, standard vets. I’ll go sign you in for a spay, come on Clover

Clover: *whines in love*

Kaori: Let’s see… do we have an account here? We should do, we took Allie here after all

Bartholemew A. Bittlebun, Snr.: *meows* Lady you’re in my puddle

Kaori: Spay… spay… spay! Here we go, all signed up

Bartholemew A. Bittlebun, Snr.: *meows* The service here is terrible

Kaori: I’m lucky this screen lights up. Why is it so dark in here?

Clover: *barks* Puddle! I must jump in as tribute to Peanut

Bartholemew A. Bittlebun, Snr.: *meows* Make your own puddle to play in

Clover: *barks* But this one is right here and I need to roll

Bartholemew A. Bittlebun, Snr.: *runs from the scene of the crime*

Justin: Hey lady, your dog is making a mess! All over the floor

Kaori: Maybe you should wait for the vet outside Clover

Bartholemew A. Bittlebun, Snr.: *smirks in victorious cat*

Cora: Clover? Clover?

Clover: *barks* That’s my name, don’t wear it out

Cora: You’re a nice doggy, right

Clover: *barks* Why do you look scared

Sick Non Fox: *barks* Get out of my way!

Clover: *growls* You get out of my way fire feet

Sick Non Fox: Why hasn’t the vet taken you in yet? Do you have rabies

Clover: *growls* I do not have rabies

Kaori: So do you have a cat or-

Brant: Three dogs, the youngest one seems to have something wrong with his feet. Luckily we live nearby

Kaori: Oh man I live all the way in Mt Komorebi, but this is pretty much the only vet clinic in the world

Brant: Tell me about it

…

Cora: Nice doggy? Want to play

Clover: *barks* at least that rhymes with spay

Sick Non Fox: You’re getting your organs taken out? Loser. I can breed free

Clover: *growls* I pity any offspring of your ridiculous looking self

Cora: Here we are. If you could just get her to sit on the treadmill

Kaori: Clover, sit. What was the delay?

Cora: Oh, you know, just wanted to check some things

Clover disappears into the machine…

Kaori: What do you mean? What things

Cora: Not to worry. This is my first time doing a spay but I did learn how to tell the difference between the uterus and the bladder

Clover: *whines*

Kaori: Is she okay in there

Cora: She’ll be fine. Now the procedure does fit her with a cone. We recommend *thinks hard* that it stay on for the rest of the day

Kaori takes Clover home feeling less than confident in the nurses abilities but Clover seems fine apart from the cone. Charlie will be working until 9 but the fridge is almost empty so Kaori starts on dinner.

Kaori: I’m sorry we won’t have puppies Clover, they would have been cute. Maybe in a few years mummy will let us get another puppy huh?

Clover: *barks dejectedly*

Kaori: Of course, we could always just go adopt a puppy as a surprise

Clover: *barks questioningly*

Kaori: I know babykins, you’re right. Rescue pets do not make good surprise gifts

Kaori turns on the radio while she eats so she can tune in to Charlie’s game. She’ll watch it properly when she’s eaten but she likes to catch the start. It’s a rough game for Charlie’s team, they don’t win, and Charlie gets subbed out ten minutes before then end. She returns home gloomier than usual.

Kaori: Do you want a massage

Charlie: You watched the game huh

Kaori: I did

Charlie: I hate when coach subs me out at the end. I’m the best on the team for the penalty shootouts

Kaori: I suppose you can’t win them all

Charlie: This stupid reporter-

Kaori: Hey, have some food while we talk. You look pretty wiped out

Charlie: You left me the last of the Pho?

Kaori: I had to cook so I figured I’d let you have it

Charlie: Aww thanks K. You’re sweet

Kaori: Now you mentioned reporter

Charlie: *sighs* So it’s post match press and this guy calls the loss one of the worst ever to happen in soccer. Which I get, it was a rough end. But he was asking me who was responsible? Did the dude not see I wasn’t even on the pitch for the end?

Kaori: Did you tell him off

Charlie: I thought about it, but I didn’t want to throw coach under the bus. Then she’d have even more reason to bench me. So I spouted some nonsense about teamwork. I swear they target me with the tricky questions because they know I’m gloomy and they’re searching for a soundbite

Kaori: Come here, I love you and your gloominess. It keeps me and my cheerfulness grounded

Charlie: *sighs* I suppose so. I guess I should do the dishes

Kaori: No, I got them. I think somebody wants their cone off

Charlie: Oh Clover, Honey pie? Who wants to be free again?

Clover: *barks* Have mercy on me

Charlie: Does my brave girl need a hug, huh? Do you need a hug?

The tired trio head to the bedroom together and fall asleep.

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Dave Strider, Dirk Strider

Act 6, page 7748-7756

DAVE: ok actually maybe i will get into it

DAVE: i dunno why my friends got to have adults around who cared about them

DAVE: they complained bitterly about stuff so i guess i convinced myself they were all in the same boat as me

DAVE: but thats not how it was

DAVE: their complaints were trumped up nonsense and i bought it cause... i dunno

DAVE: i didnt have any frame of reference

DAVE: but his dad and her mom no matter what they said it was so obvious they cared about them deeply

DAVE: even jades weird fuckin grandpa who died when she was young obviously would have done anything for her

DAVE: why did i get such a raw cut of the asshole deck

DAVE: and why did it take me so long to figure that out

DAVE: and like hes dead now so thats that

DAVE: so all thats left to do is look back and try to put the pieces together of my first 13 years

DAVE: and all i can think is what the fuck WAS that?!

DAVE: i dont come away with the impression i used to try convincing myself of, that he was like "mysterious" or "stern" or "aloof"

DAVE: the only feeling left is this insane impression that i was raised by somebody who fuckin HATED me

DAVE: and the whole act of even "raising a child" was some totally fucked up game to him

DAVE: like parenthood was one of the highest tiers of irony in his solemn bullshit bro-ninja code

DAVE: so he went through those motions and did whatever he thought was "funny" or "badass"

DAVE: but under that weird stylistic and totally sociopathic approach to parenting i cant even IMAGINE there was any emotion toward me other than some sort of loathing

DIRK: What...

DIRK: Did he do?

DAVE: i dont want to get out the laundry list

DAVE: but for reference laundry wasnt one of those things

DAVE: that was just one of the many little domestic things i just had to sort of FIGURE OUT

DAVE: sorta like i eventually had to learn what the REAL purpose of a refridgerator was from movies

DIRK: Wait.

DIRK: What??

DAVE: i dunno theres too much to even get into

DAVE: just

DAVE: i dont remember the atmosphere ever not being nerve wracking

DAVE: all havin to sneak around and...

DAVE: ugh my shitty childhood spider senses are tinglin just thinking about it

DAVE: it was "training" you know

DAVE: but you know what it really was it was some vicious shit that was bad and sucked and i hated it

DAVE: it didnt make me stronger

DAVE: it did the opposite

DAVE: it made me never want to fight

DAVE: it made me never want to see blood or be near danger or hear metal sounds

DAVE: it made me hate the idea of being a hero cause he was a hero and he ruined the idea of heroism

DAVE: i dont even want to be fighting this shitty version of jack but hey nobody else has secret welsh powers so i guess i have to

DIRK: ...

DAVE: what gets me is how long it took me to put all this together

DAVE: to stop seeing it as some kinda roughhousey and eccentric life i had but was otherwise normal

DAVE: it took years to deconstruct it all and put it back together to understand how fuckin mad i should be

DAVE: and in particular how stone cold deeply uncared for i was my whole life

DAVE: like... being merely "monitored" by a violent robot

DAVE: i only started getting it after spending a lot of time in person with a bunch of people who actually did care about me

DAVE: and i could start feeling like

DAVE: actually somewhat human for the first time

DAVE: instead of...

DAVE: some sort of runty afterthought to a household cabal of smutty puppets

DIRK: ... Puppets?

DAVE: the fuckin puppets!!!

DAVE: i know how it sounds but i am NOT joking and there is NO shred of doubt in my mind that he loved all those puppets more than me

DAVE: honestly it is very possible that he was just insane and thats that

DAVE: i guess it didnt help either that we lived with what we have come to understand may theoretically be the most evil doll to exist in any universe ever

DAVE: in fact its my tenuous understanding that he came down to earth with that thing and like actually grew up with it

DAVE: maybe...

DAVE: maybe spending 30 some years being unseparable from that hell puppet had some effect on him??

DAVE: maybe if it hadnt been casting a pall over our apartment 24/7 since he took me in...

DAVE: grinning...

DAVE: glaring...

DAVE: laughing in my sleep...

DAVE: maybe our lives wouldnt have been quite so...

DAVE: maybe we would have...

DAVE: ugh

DIRK: What?

DIRK: You ok there?

DAVE: .....

DAVE: yeah

DIRK: That doll.

DIRK: That was Cal, right?

DAVE: yeah

DIRK: Right.

DIRK: My version is "empty", apparently.

DIRK: Whatever that means.

DAVE: huh

DAVE: how do you know that

DIRK: A source.

DIRK: One supposedly knowledgeable in jujus.

DIRK: I never quite knew what that meant, though.

DAVE: well

DAVE: whatever his was

DAVE: "empty" is never how i would have described it

DIRK: Hmm.

DAVE: man

DAVE: i dunno if i figured something out here

DAVE: like um "explained" something or

DAVE: if im just driving myself crazy with this talk and nothing even needs explaining

DAVE: it doesnt change my past or how i feel about him

DAVE: he was still pretty much awful no matter what the reason

DAVE: and im sure thats the only feeling ill ever have about him

DAVE: so who cares why it was like that

DIRK: Yeah...

DIRK: That...

DIRK: All sounds really bad.

DIRK: I don't know what to say though.

DIRK: Maybe I shouldn't say anything.

DIRK: Since I just remind you so much of him, for, uh. Obvious reasons.

DIRK: I don't want to make you feel worse, or make it sound like I'm offering a defense.

DIRK: For him, or me.

DIRK: Because I don't have one.

DIRK: For either of us.

DAVE: come on man

DAVE: YOU didnt do anything

DAVE: this was just some douche bag with your exact dna, who happened to grow up to be my bro

DAVE: you had a completely different life full of like

DAVE: different choices and actions and stuff

DAVE: and even if you were gonna turn out like him youve barely cleared the half way mark on actually chronologically gettin there

DAVE: in some way ranting about all this is probably just uncool of me because...

DAVE: you arent him

DAVE: youre not resposible for any of this shit but im sorta implicitly tacking it on you anyway

DAVE: so

DAVE: sorry about that

DIRK: I'm not sure it's true though.

DIRK: At least, I don't feel that way.

DAVE: what way

DIRK: That I'm not him.

DIRK: The fact is, I am.

DIRK: It's something I've come to understand about myself.

DIRK: All splinters of me are basically me, no matter how much I want to resist that truth.

DIRK: Or pretend they aren't reflecting my own qualities back at me.

DIRK: I bear a certain responsibility for all of them.

DAVE: splinters...?

DIRK: Yeah.

DIRK: I guess the concept isn't that unique to me.

DIRK: We've all got other versions of ourselves running around here and there, throughout the various compartments of this messed up cosmos.

DAVE: right

DIRK: I just happen to be particularly connected to mine.

DIRK: I've felt...

DIRK: Haunted by them.

DIRK: And what that really means is, I'm perpetually haunted by my own bad qualities.

DIRK: So, when I hear about stuff I did in another reality,

DIRK: I'm not sure what my adult self might have ever tried to do to atone for that stuff, if anything...

DAVE: pretty much dick squat

DIRK: Yeah. But in any case,

DIRK: I'm sure I was completely in the wrong, and I'm sorry I messed up your life.

DAVE: ...

DAVE: thanks

DAVE: but

DAVE: it still feels a little odd accepting an apology from somebody who i just met and technically had nothing to do with my life

DAVE: even if you do feel guilty splinterways or whatever

DAVE: it is just a messed up situation

DAVE: and i guess i had to vent

DAVE: and there was never anyone i wanted to say all that to

DAVE: and the only thing that was gonna drag it out of me i guess was like a teen stand-in phantom of my dead bro

DAVE: just some perfectly innocent dude havin to take the brunt of this shit

DIRK: I'm not particularly innocent though.

DIRK: I've messed a lot of things up.

DIRK: With my friends.

DIRK: Honestly, that's why I wasn't that bent on sticking around, when I showed up.

DIRK: And pretty much jumped at the offer of flying here to get ready for some yet to be explained battle.

DIRK: Battles are easy. Just you, a sword, some bad guys... it's a lot simpler than having to answer for things you did.

DIRK: For the most part, I feel pretty bad about the role I played in my friends' lives.

DIRK: Especially Jake.

DAVE: what happened there

DIRK: I don't even know.

DIRK: An unmitigated disaster for which I'm entirely to blame.

DIRK: It's not any one thing. I think I was just a completely toxic element in his life from day one.

DIRK: I don't know what he's doing now.

DIRK: I wouldn't be surprised if he was trying to avoid me as much as possible.

DIRK: I'm sure that's for the best.

DIRK: I think I need to stay out of his business for a good while, so I don't risk poisoning another innocent kid's life.

DIRK: Like I did with you, apparently.

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: i mean

DAVE: maybe its a little different cause relations between peers is a whole other thing

DAVE: its tricky shit and youre both figuring stuff out on a relatively equal footing and youre both at the same point in your lives

DAVE: its not like when one person is older and supposed to be a lot more...

DAVE: never mind this is a fucked up thing to think about

DAVE: but the bottom line is yeah laying low while you sort out your stuff cant hurt

DIRK: Right.

DIRK: The thing with that, with my adult self's...

DIRK: Ways.

DIRK: The sad thing is,

DIRK: I can really see it.

DIRK: How someone like me can go unchecked in life, and turn out to become a much worse person than I already am.

DIRK: I guess I'm just relieved I still have some time to make sure that doesn't happen.

DAVE: you dont actually seem like a bad person to me though

DIRK: No?

DAVE: nah

DIRK: Why not?

DIRK: We did just meet, after all.

DAVE: because

DAVE: i dunno if truly bad people wrestle so much with whether theyre good or bad

DAVE: i think if i ever sensed my bro like

DAVE: struggled at all with what he was doing or who he was

DAVE: or showed any sort of doubt

DAVE: that might have changed everything

DAVE: but there was never a crack in it

DAVE: or the slightest hint of introspection behind the aggressive cooldude facade

DAVE: if there was i sure never noticed

DAVE: i mean personally

DAVE: i think about it all the time now

DAVE: what it actually means to be good or bad

DAVE: or if not something that starkly moral

DAVE: at least just trying to examine the difference between being decent and being a douche

DAVE: maybe its because of him i worry about that now

DAVE: but for me i think that internal struggle is kind of mild

DAVE: for him...

DAVE: or you i mean

DAVE: it sounds like some pretty dark shit

DAVE: like grappling with...

DAVE: becoming evil vs simply trying not to

DIRK: Yeah.

DIRK: That's not too far off.

DAVE: but the point is

DAVE: even just talkin to you a little bit

DAVE: its obvious youve been fighting with that

DAVE: which means that you care enough to put in some effort

DAVE: i think that counts for something

DIRK: Maybe.

DIRK: Not sure if I'm ready to accept a pat on the back for recognizing I have some problems, and worrying about whether they'll destroy me and fuck up the people I care about.

DIRK: That might be setting the bar kind of low.

DAVE: well when it comes to the subject of him

DAVE: the bars already pretty low dude

DIRK: The weird thing, honestly,

DIRK: Is that it's actually kind of refeshing to hear a sincerely leveled critique of all my negative qualities, coming from another person invested in a relationship with me, rather than from a fucked up iteration of myself as some bizarre "trollish" form of self abuse.

DIRK: The only thing I've ever been exposed to are either various forms of self loathing either from me or my auto-responder, or attitudes completely oblivious to my real issues, as expressed through my friends.

DIRK: My friends always seemed to cut me so much slack, or were just never aware of the kind of person I really was.

DIRK: Well, Jake probably is, by now at least.

DIRK: But he's also the sort of guy who's just as likely to blame himself for stuff I did, as he is to blame me.

DIRK: Jane and Roxy, though.

DIRK: Never seemed to see anything wrong with me.

DIRK: If anything, just the contrary.

DIRK: Roxy in particular had a certain... fixation.

DIRK: She meant well, but was so enamored of me, and seemingly everything I did.

DIRK: Which I think was the last thing I needed.

DIRK: To be idolized in some form by other people I respected.

DIRK: I had enough of that feeling coming from within, particularly when I was younger.

DIRK: And since then, I've been plagued by the insane ego of my youth in the form of an artificial intelligence I designed which essentially trapped that state of mind in a sort of horrid suspended animation.

DIRK: Until... recent developments, of course.

DAVE: so

DAVE: was that stuff true

DAVE: when you said you idolized the other version of me

DIRK: Yeah.

DAVE: and not just some bullshit like how i used to say the same thing about my bro when i didnt know any better

DIRK: It's definitely not like that.

DIRK: I never lived with him, or met him, so couldn't have anything like the contentious relationship you had with my older self.

DIRK: He was a historical figure from centuries ago.

DIRK: There was a lot to admire, and think about fondly.

DIRK: Especially since I was alone, and never had any direct contact with another person, or any concept of civilization.

DIRK: So even though I'm sure I romanticized what his life was like, and the early 21st century in general,

DIRK: It was nice to think about you.

DIRK: I passed a lot of time that way.

DAVE: you say there was a lot to admire

DAVE: like what

DIRK: Well...

DIRK: He was pretty famous.

DIRK: Made some successful movies.

DIRK: At least under a somewhat expansive definition of "success".

DIRK: And an even more expansive definition of "movie".

DIRK: His work accumulated a lot of subversive political influence, which got him in trouble later.

DIRK: He made like a million bullshit Statues of Liberty, scummed them up with jpeg artifacts, and littered them all over the planet.

DAVE: holy shit

DIRK: He was also a pretty badass swordsman, and an active member of the resistance movement.

DIRK: He slaughtered the clown presidents on the roof of the White House, and flew away on a shitty skateboard.

DIRK: Then it seems he gave the Batterwitch a pretty good run for her money.

DIRK: It wasn't enough, but at least he went down fighting.

DAVE: that

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: ima need to hear more details on this some time

DIRK: Sure.

DIRK: But as you can tell, clearly there was a lot to look up to.

DIRK: I thought about the examples you set constantly. The creative ideals, the advanced theories on irony and humor, the tales of courage and martial prowess.

DIRK: Really, I modeled everything about myself after you. Or at least everything good that I was trying to become.

DIRK: And I probably spent an embarrassing amount of time imagining what it would be like to live during his time, and to be able to have something resembling a sibling relationship, or be in some sort of master-apprentice situation.

DIRK: When I finally learned you existed, and started to understand who he really was in relation to me, that put a lot into context.

DIRK: I realized he was a version of you who got a chance to live up to his full potential.

DIRK: And when I understood there was a young version of you, in a situation sorta like mine, whose time on Earth got cut short when you were thrown into all this,

DIRK: I was at least happy to think there was some reality where you got the chance to do everything you wanted to do, be successful, and fight for all the right things.

DIRK: Even if ultimately it didn't lead to a great outcome for humanity, you had an opportunity to live a full life and show what you were made of.

DIRK: While I guess I had... the same opportunity on your world, somewhat less fortunately.

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: but then for all my bitching i guess i still never grasped your full reality

DAVE: just like you probably didnt grasp mine, but just reading into the mindset of a historical figure as best you could

DAVE: what if i wasnt as heroic as it seemed?

DAVE: what if adult me was kinda douchey too in a way you couldnt observe

DIRK: Perhaps.

DIRK: But beyond a certain point, I think accomplishments speak for themselves.

DIRK: I dunno if you can just completely shred every person who ever did great things because they had some flaws.

DIRK: All I can say is, it was important to me to see him the way I did.

DIRK: As a good person who inspired me, and set the standard for what I wanted to be.

DIRK: It kept me going.

DIRK: That said, I'm also glad there's this version of you who got to go through all the things you've been through.

DIRK: Like, yeah, you didn't get to be the cool celebrity who cuts down juggalos on badly defaced government property.

DIRK: And the idea of a "normal life" was rudely taken from you, and it's something you'll never get to experience.

DIRK: But this is so much more challenging, and uncertain.

DIRK: You get to apply all that potential you showed in one reality to something much bigger and more existentially critical.

DIRK: Whatever strength you showed in trying to save a dying planet, the fact is, I think we need that more here.

DIRK: And the trials inherent in being a part of something like this, I think they bring more out of you than a relatively pedestrian life on Earth would. Make you face more things about yourself. At least, that's been true for me.

DIRK: But it sounds like it's been true for you too.

DIRK: It sounds to me like the experiences you've had changed you a lot, for the better.

DIRK: You mentioned the experiences with him that were designed to make you stronger have actually made you weaker, but really, I doubt that's true.

DIRK: I bet you've become stronger than you realize, not because of anything he did, but because of what you've done, and the ways you've changed yourself through your own effort.

DIRK: I hope it doesn't come off as overly sentimental garbage, but it seems to me like you turned out to be a really good dude.

DIRK: Like, really, a better sort of dude I ever imagined talking to when I pictured meeting the legendary guy I idolized.

DIRK: I pictured him as probably being "too cool" to be the type of guy you are.

DIRK: But you know what, fuck being too cool for that.

DAVE: ...

DAVE: you

DAVE: ...

DAVE: you dont think im cool?

DIRK: Nah.

DIRK: I mean, in the right way, yes. I think you are.

DIRK: But, in the way that doesn't mean anything and doesn't matter,

DIRK: Not particularly.

DAVE: ...

DIRK: Anyway, that's...

DIRK: All my "stuff", with respect to your other self.

DIRK: Again, there's a lot more I could say about him.

DIRK: Maybe stuff you should know, or maybe it's all irrelevant to the path you're on now.

DIRK: Regardless, I'd be more than willing to answer any questions you have about him.

DIRK: Or, anything really.

DIRK: Feel free to ask me whatever, ok?

DAVE: ...

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: i

DAVE: ill have to think

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Come On, Eileen | Part 1

Eddie Munson x Eileen Mayfield (OC)

Summary: Eileen Mayfield moves to Hawkins in the wake of her step-brother's death, to care for her little sister, Max. The last thing she expects is to fall in love with their new neighbour at the trailer park.

Warnings: mentions of abusive households, drug use, murder, parental death, grand theft auto, dads in jail/running away, family issues, etc.

word count: 3.1k

Three redheads moved into the red trailer beside theirs. It made him laugh at first, it was a nice trailer but he wondered why they picked red when they repped the colour enough already.

He finds himself staring at them as they move in, making trip after trip in their one tiny car, back and forth from their old house to their new trailer.

The youngest looked familiar, he’s seen her with zombie boy and his buddies around the town, the mom reminds him of someone, but he can’t place it and then there’s who he suspects is the older sister. She’s we’re his gaze lingers, she’s just so god damn beautiful he’s willing to look like a total pervert to get a good look at her.

Her hair was big and curly like his but in a beautiful shade of auburn. Bootcut light blue jeans, tight green shirt with a peace sign on it, and she was in charge. She told her mom what to do, where to put things, what order they should go in, everything really. Her voice was loud enough for him to hear half their conversations, which excited him. No one else in Hawkins was as loud as him. He instantly made it his mission to get to know her, she was so interesting and different and downright gorgeous… how could he not?

And so, being the kind, generous person he was (and totally not interested in flirting with her) he walked over and offered to help with his van. But only after the two girls left on another trip to their old house, leaving just their mom behind to unpack.

“I’m sure it’ll cut the trips in half?” He tried to sweeten the pot and get her to agree.

The mother of the two girls is grateful for the help, introducing herself as Susan Mayfield, along with her oldest, Eileen and her youngest, Maxine. He smiled at how they rhymed, it was perfect for them.

“Those are great names, ma’am, you sure know how to pick ‘em,” he compliments, taking an empty laundry basket from her and loading it into the back of his van.

“Thank you,” she smiles, a lot happier now than when they started dropping things off.

He opens the passenger door for her and helps her in with a helping hand. He waits for her to buckle in before he closes the door and rushes around to get in on the driver's side.

“So, what brings you to Forrest Hills Trailer Park?”

She doesn’t look too happy to answer that one, but she does. “Did you know Billy Hargrove?”

He nods and then remembers seeing him around with the youngest red, driving her to and from school dangerously fast in a beautiful car. He had no idea that they had an even more beautiful sister named Eileen.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, I know that must be hard for you and Max… I’ve never seen Eileen around, however?”

“She didn’t get along with Billy or Neil… she lived with her grandmother in California last year.”

He could tell that was a sore spot for her so he didn’t press any further. “So where am I headed?”

“4819 Cherry Lane,” she says with a sigh. “The girls should still be there. Thank you again for the help.”

It was really no bother for him, he was just going to stare at them from his bedroom window anyway, he might as well help and stare at Eileen in person now.

“Are you still in high school?” She asks him the questions instead.

He nods, “unfortunately, ma’am. I’m having quite a hard time passing English, I’m about to start my second repeat of senior year.”

“Oh, that’s not too bad,” she waves it off. “I’ve always said 18 is too young to start the rest of your life, anyway. Take as much time as you need, experience as much as you can, college will always be waiting for you.”

He never thought of it like that. “Thank you, no one’s ever said that to me before."

“Anytime,” she waves him off, looking out the window at the town as Eddie sped on through it. “You know, Eileen didn’t want anyone to know this, but she’s doing a victory lap. You know, grade 13?”

“Why? Is she that bored?”

She nods, “the college is too far for her to drive back and forth every day and still get home in time to watch Maxine and make sure she’s okay… it’s been extra hard on her for some reason. I never thought her and Billy were that close and then she saw him die… it’s heartbreaking.”

“But that’s so nice of Eileen to put her life on hold and watch her sister, My sister looked after me till she had her own family.”

“Is it just the two of you?”

He nods, “Shan moved to Cincinnati a while back. My mom died when I was a kid, dad's been in and out of jail for GTA for the last 10 years. It’s just me and my uncle, Wayne here now.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” she spoke with a soft and genuine voice, one he didn’t hear often when people learned his parents were delinquents like him. “Before I lived in California I was in a similar situation in Tennessee, so, I get it.”

He shoots her a quick smile while they rest at a stop sign, “thanks, and I’m sorry you can relate.”

“You seem happy now though?”

He pulls up behind the girls car as they take turns bringing out boxes of their things. “‘Bout to get even happier.”

He helps Mrs. Mayfield out of the passenger seat and leads her toward the house. “Girls, we have a helper!”

They find them both in the kitchen packing up plates into different boxes labelled keep and donate. They turn to Eddie with a look of confusion and slight disgust. “Eddie is our new neighbour, he offered to let us use his van for fewer trips.”

“Lovely to meet you,” he reaches out to Eileen first but she doesn’t want to shake his hand.

“Uh, thanks,” she rolls her eyes slightly and turns back to Max, talking to her with her eyes in a way Eddie knew all too well. Girls always did that around him. It was code for “get a load of this guy?”

“It’s nice to meet you, Eddie,” Max gives him a small smile, “there are a few boxes upstairs still, mom if you guys want to get those ones?”

“Sounds good,” Eddie turns back to their mother and followers her up the stairs.

—

“Do you know him?” Eileen whispers to Max once their new neighbour was out of ear's reach.

She shakes her head, “never talked to him before, but I’ve seen him in the parking lot after school a few times.”

Billy used to drive her to and from school, seeing as the two schools shared a parking lot. He didn’t do it because he was nice, rather he was afraid of his father, a man that Eileen hated just a little bit more than she hated Billy. They were two men cut from the same racist, misogynistic, disgusting cloth and she was so fucking glad her mom threw him away when she had the chance.

Sure, she was sad as hell and drinking her second failed marriage away, she was going to be recovering for a while, but at least she wasn’t black and blue in the meantime anymore.

“I don’t like him,” Eileen decided quickly. He smells like cigarettes and his hair is long, he wears band tees and a leather jacket in the middle of summer… he would’ve fit in with Billy crowd back in California.

“Whatever,” Max didn’t care in the slightest. She simply kept wrapping dishes in newspaper and placing them into the box.

—

Mrs. Mayfield orders pizza for them all once everything is in the house and Eddie offers to go pick it up. She gives him the money, he gets ready by the door and then turns to Eileen, “do you want to come with me?”

“Not particularly,” she gives him another look of disgust.

“Go with him,” her mom taps her shoulder gently. “It’ll be nice, he’s very sweet.”

“Yeah, you also thought Billy was sweet and we all know how that ended,” she fights back, bringing up something Eddie wasn’t privy to, but the girls understood.

“I hated Billy,” he makes it as clear as possible. “No disrespect, ma’am, but he was an asshole to me and my friends. He beat up my friend Jeff for looking at him the wrong way, but we all knew it was because Jeff is black… I’m nothing like him, Eileen, I can assure you that.”

She gives in with a sigh, “I’m so sorry he gave you a hard time too.”

“It’s okay,” he softens even more.

She gives him a sweet smile, “let’s go.”

“Alright,” he takes the lead and opens the trailer door for her, “after you.”

She laughs, “you don’t have to exaggerate, I believe you’re not like him, I get it.”

“I’m a gentleman, I’ll have you know,” he follows her out and walks a bit faster so he can open the passenger door for her before she gets to it first.

She shakes her head with a smirk and gets in. He was trying his best to get on her good side, it was working…

“Now, the only thing about driving with me is that I typically don’t let anyone else pick the music… however, I don’t think we have any mutual interests when it comes to good tunes,” he referenced to her bell bottom jeans and curly red hair, she had a livelihood to herself that made him think she was into Disco or Pop…

“I like rock and country,” she surprises him.

“Really?”

She nods, “I’m a country singer, actually. Thats what I was doing before I moved here to help my mom.”

“Damn,” she blew any preconceived notions he had of her away and replaced them all with wonderment. “Fuck the music, tell me more about yourself, then?”

She gives him a real smile, “what would you like to know first?”

He hums while he starts his van and puts his seatbelt on, “do you play any instruments?”

She nods, “guitar and piano. I’ve been playing guitar since I was 4, my dad taught me before he ran off.”

“My dads in prison,” he shares again, “he taught me how to hot wire cars…”

“What else are dads for if not bestowing random knowledge to us before they go away?” She manages to make light of a heavy subject. “Seriously though, I’ve done better without my dad. I’m glad Max never really had to know him. It’s less to be disappointed about.”

“You’re 5 years older than Max… damn, I’m sorry,” he puts it all together. He must’ve left when she was born, or when he realized how difficult it was to have 2 mouths to feed.

“She’s basically my baby, I raised her when my mom wasn’t there…”

“My sister helped raise me a bit before I came here to live with Wayne. She’s 10 years older than me, she lives in Cincinnati now with her husband and 2 kids.”

“Does she talk to you often?”

He nods, “she tries to call once a week and I’ve got photos of my nieces in my wallet, here,” he digs it out of his back pocket and passes it to her while he keeps driving.

She opens up the folded leather to see 2 photos tapped together and slid inside the photo sleeve. One is clearly a school photo of the oldest one, and the other is just a cute photo of a toddler. “Grace is 4 and Amanda is 6,” he adds.

“Curly black hair runs in the family, I see,” she attempts to tease him.

“Okay, red,” he teases her back. “Seriously, I’ve been meaning to ask… was the red trailer a choice? Or?”

She laughs, “I told her people would ask, but my mom said it was a nice trailer… and it was in our price range after she sold the house and paid off the mortgage.”

“Did Billy’s dad just run for the hills after the funeral?” He doesn’t have a hard time asking her the hard questions.

She nods, “he had to find a new family to torment. With all the eyes on us, he couldn’t beat my mom the way he used to beat Billy… and while he wasn’t a good guy, he did take a lot of beatings for my mom.”

“Do me a favour?” He keeps his voice low and caring. “Most girls follow in their mom's footsteps, but if a man ever lays a hand on you, you tell me. I don’t care if I end up sharing a cell with my dad, no one touches a woman and gets away with it.”

He was serious and she believed it. She allowed herself to feel safe with him at that moment, and her guard went slightly down, “most women accept abuse from their partners because they accept the love they think they’re deserving of. If you already don’t like yourself it’s very easy to believe you deserve the beatings… but thank you… I’m actually kinda scared of most men, so, really, thank you.”

“Anytime,” he gives her a sweet smile. “you know, I don’t plan on ever falling in love… it’s too messy.”

She laughs, “you say that now. You’re still a kid.”

“I’m going to be 20 soon,” he shoots back. “I’m fully capable of having my own kids, that makes me an adult, unfortunately. And the adults in my life have never made love look easy or fun or worth it. I don’t want to get all messed up in that.”

She hums as she listens, he wasn’t wrong. “So you plan on being a whore?”

He laughs this time, “yeah! That sounds a lot better if I’m honest.”

“It is fun,” she admits.

“Really? You look too goody-goody?”

“What makes you think that?”

“Your mom said you’re doing a victory lap just because you want to stay closer to Max,” he explains as he turns into the parking lot of the pizza joint. “You don’t need the credits, unlike me, you’ve already graduated and you love to learn.”

He acts like he knows her just from talking to her mom.

“Susan thinks I’m a good girl,” she corrects him. “I’m just trying to get another year of being a senior out of this, I want to see if I can have a better year this time.”

“I thought being a teenager in California meant partying all the time?”

They both hop out of the van and meet at the doors of the pizza place, he opens the door for her and she shakes her head. “Nope, not when you’re career oriented and in a city full of talented people.”

“Ah,” he gives her a sympathetic smile.

“You guys order already?” One of the workers from the back yells to them.

“Yeah, Mayfield, 2 pepperonis?” Eddie yells back.

“5 more minutes!”

“Sounds good, man,” Eddie smacks the countertop with his ring-clad hand. He turns his attention back to Eileen. “You were saying?”

“Oh, just that it was hard making it in California.”

“Did you do a lot of busking?”

She nods, “I played at a few spots throughout the week, and I had a regular show night at The Crowbar… but it was more rock-based so I didn’t get a big crowd.”

“I play for about 5 drunks with my band,” he shrugs, pretending it’s a big deal. “I’ll sign something for you later if you want…”

“Funny,” she tries not to laugh, but the smirk on his face draws her in even more.

He’s handsome. He’s charming. He’s kind.

Fuck.

She was doomed to fall for him.

“What’s your band called?”

“Corroded Coffin.”

“Wow,” she’s impressed. “Can I come see you sometime?”

He nods, “I can even ask Dean at the Hideout to give you a slot on the stage, he’s always looking for more acts to draw out a crowd, and country works here, probably a lot more than my stuff does.”

“You’d do that for me without hearing me play?”

“There was a girl here that sounded like Miss Piggy who is now making it big in Tennessee… I doubt you’re worse than that.”

“Gee, I hope not,” she feels the tiniest bit offended.

He bumps her with his shoulder lightly, “maybe you can play for me later? I didn’t see you moving a guitar or anything today?”

She shakes her head, “nope. Sold it so that we could afford the last bit of our deposit.”

“You can have mine,” he says without giving it a second thought. “I don’t play acoustic very much anymore, the strings might need to be changed but I think I have extras somewhere.”

“Do you just want to sleep with me or something?” She keeps her voice down so no one hears, but she needs to know why he’s being so nice.

He laughs, “what?”

“No one is this nice without needing something in return?”

“I don’t know who hurt you, but, no, that’s not what I’m doing this for. I’ve been the kid mourning in a trailer without the things I love… if you or Max need anything, I’d like to pay it forward.”

“2 pepperoni…” the guy places their pizzas on the counter, interrupting their little spat.

He hands the man all the money, “keep the change.” He picks up the boxes and lets her open the door for him. “Thanks, man.”

“Have a good day!” He calls back with a wave.

She opens the passenger seat and sits down, waiting for him to place the pizza boxes on her lap before she said anything else. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I get why you’re guarded, I can’t expect you to be cool with me being so nice… it’s a bit much, isn’t it?”

She nods, “I just— I guess, I’ve never really had a friend before, so I’m not used to casual kindness?”

He laughs, “I have a few friends, but I don’t have a best friend… I’m always taking applications, however?”

She laughs, “can I do a trial run?”

He nods with a beautiful smile, he wipes the hair out of his eyes and she counts the different colours as she stares into them. Browns, golds, a hint of black, she could get lost in them if she looked too hard.

“Ready to go?” He asks softly and she nods, “hands and feet inside the vehicle?” He checks to make sure and then shuts the door for her.

Ever the gentleman.

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Patton Sanders

Just felt like sharing my very nuanced opinions about a certain side. He's not my favorite, but I see a lot of myself in him. Which is both a good and bad thing. Be very warned this is heavily based off of how I act vs. how I've seen him act in canon, but I'm not going to bring up specific in canon moments. It's just how I remember him.

First things first, I adore Patton, but he's trying to juggle too much. He's trying to control his emotions, be the example Thomas is to lead by, be the 'dad' persona, and keep everything in check. Because of this, Patton is manipulative, but I don't think he means to be. I think, most of his manipulation, honestly comes from a place of, things need to be this way morally, if they aren't then Thomas might be a bad person, and if that's the case I've failed him. What am I supposed to do them? Which is a huge weight for any of the sides to carry. Feeling as if though they failed him because they couldn't lead him down the correct path. But what Patton doesn't seem to get, is that he's not the only one making those judgements on morals. All of the sides have their own views on what's a priority and what's moral or immoral. I think in the redux, Patton finally realized that(to an extent, idk if it's an in depth revelation yet), because he saw that he was hurting Thomas. But in seeing that, he and the others ended up hurting Roman, who had looked to Patton for the more moral side of things, because he had thought that only Patton could make the call on that. Because of the sway morality has on the princely side, who's supposed to be doing his best to always do the moral thing, Roman ended up getting really hurt because of this. Also Patton's silence in the end was telling for how his views had changed and he wasn't sure of his stance on anything or anyone anymore, including Roman. Everything was just flipped upside down and shattered for him. Because he had been basing his morality off of his feelings. The feelings he had been trying to juggle, repress, and hide from the others. Yes he had talked to the others about his feelings and repressing and hiding them. But that doesn't mean he's stopped, it's hard to stop a habit that's been so ingrained into your head that no one knew about until recently. And this repression is because he has been raised to view these negative emotions as 'bad' and 'evil' so how could the others like anything about him that isn't perfect and good? And in turn, if Thomas isn't perfect and good, then that's Patton's fault. And on top of that, he's trying to be the dad persona to all of us, someone who's happy and loving. Someone you can always look up to and rely on. He's trying to be all of that, do all of that, and he can't. He's putting too much on his plate, and hurting those closest to him because of that, and he's only just grasped that he's been hurting Thomas because of Janus.

And because of all this, I can't hate him. As someone who was raised in a Christian household, there's a lot of expectations to be perfect. Because I was always 'happy' at school, I was known as the happy friend, where nothing could go wrong with me. I didn't have emotions other than happy. Teachers always looked at me for my good behavior, which only made my need to be seen as perfect worse. Because if I wasn't perfect, who was I? And it ended up with me hurting others, and I never meant to, it just sort of happened. It took my whole world being shattered in middle school for me to start seeing that maybe that wasn't the way to live. That much pressure isn't good for anyone. And it's still a struggle for me, and I'm seeing Patton, someone who is so much like the old me, struggling to learn that for himself. And I can't help but try and cheer him on his journey. Yes he's messed up, and owes a lot of sides a lot of apologies, I am not denying that. But in order for him to try his best to not repeat the behavior, he has to figure out the best way to stop doing it. Which is hard, it's one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. And I wish I had had someone who was going through the same thing as me when I was younger, to be able to help me pick up the pieces. So because of all this, I can't hate him. And I hope he's able to figure out how to love himself, flaws and all, so he can start loving others for their flaws too.

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Oh yes the hoteps, how the fuck they got together? And why their main base is in Chicago?! Is there a certain kool aid I don’t know about

Also about my ancestry, the thing is I may visit Nigeria if a close friend from they want to come or like for research.

I mean in my black oriented stories, I was slams a hammer so hard in the audience head pointing out the black Americans would see the native Africans as foreigners

Also make passive aggressive comments on the Dahomey.

Actually…I wonder if I could like every talk to a African and expose how bad our education system is telling the us the whole story about the Africa slave kingdoms

I imagine they would have downright shocked that black Americans of all people never learn about the Dahomey until the first women king trailer

Like to me, sorry not taking away the Jewish people struggles, just showing how bad my community knowledge is to our ancestry. Is like a Jewish person never taught what Emperor Hadrian did to ancient Israel.

Then how just about how people like you reveal we did the genetic history of black Americans ancestors with enslaved ancestry and parts we’re from

Why isn’t taught, a huge identity crisis among my community id that we were taught that our pre American ancestors were only slaves.

Of course we aren’t part of those tribes but give us better state of mind…ish

But one thing

Me: So you bitch about the war on drugs and militarization of police the elites did?

Black activists: yep

Me: Had it ever occurred to you that we are taughted a sanitized version of the African slave trade all the way to college while we get hit with the native atrocities and Japanese interment camps stuff in middle school. And how antagonistic we are on average towards African immigrants because we act like toddlers?

BA: nope

Good why am I doing research about our main ancestors more than you

Oh yeah the root thing

https://x.com/copicsquiddo/status/1392364456127221761?s=46

You know with the whole decolonization talks, I notice that the left intentionally leave out black Americans because at the end of the day we are the irreversible result of colonization…unless the left have this dumbass option that modern Yoruba culture is the same as my ancestors were part of-oh my god

So yeah we’re rootless, to where we only have middle upper class people povs of Africa until the 60’s

Also this idea that black people cant cruel as our white slave owners? Oh yeah that never-

*Phone call from the afterlife*

Hello? Oh it Maya Angelou, pointing out that she was RAPED by her mom’s boyfriend as a child and why she was muted for a few years. OW! Oh it Micheal Jackson hitting that high note point out how much of a pos his father was to him and his siblings

Remember that Jackson 5 mini series where they point out the dad was abusive as hell

Got a feel mj and the others did “uncredited” consultants on that series

I heard that mj dad didn’t even GRIEVE or act sad his fucking son was dead. My god, actually I was checking Paris Jackson, she was on an Amazon show called the Swarm where she said her was culturally black. Swarm centered around a serial killer obsessed with a beyonce stand in.

So have the daughter of a man who finger twitch at concert made people faint. Is a good reference

But I read up that MJ mom tried to funraise a documentary after her son death…holy fuck is the MJ we know is a least terrible result of the household he was in?

Um oh yeah, *phone rings* oh Tyler Perry, orphan (wait she was and tp were basically Judas for their higher ups), children of the welfare queens and abusive inner cities parents pointing out the hell they went through

Okay I’m talking about child abuse, but I notice when white, Asian, and Latinos point out their parents and elders shitty actions they are supported

But when black Americans points out that a lot of our parents beat us harder than overseers did to other field ancestors. We need to treat them with kids gloves

Of course not all and we do point out this shit. We need to treat these abusive tactics with kids gloves

“Slavery, racism, and systematic oppression is why!”

Hmmm, why I don’t see Mexicans, Indians, Argentinians, Chinese, Vietnamese, Native Americans, giving their elders who often went through hell too. The same execuses?

Oh yes the hoteps, how the fuck they got together? And why their main base is in Chicago?! Is there a certain kool aid I don’t know about

Splinter from nation of islam, or something like that is my guess. Nailed it

I mean in my black oriented stories, I was slams a hammer so hard in the audience head pointing out the black Americans would see the native Africans as foreigners Also make passive aggressive comments on the Dahomey.

To them here they would be, just like the other way around would work the same, and far more than passive aggressive, but they earned it.

Prev bit and Like to me, sorry not taking away the Jewish people struggles, just showing how bad my community knowledge is to our ancestry. Is like a Jewish person never taught what Emperor Hadrian did to ancient Israel.

I wonder where "ancient" stops applying, that one happened well after Jesus

an·cient ADJECTIVE

belonging to the very distant past and no longer in existence: "the ancient civilizations of the Mediterranean"

Suppose that works, nice and vague too. Granted that one doesn't turn up in Christianity so it's not too well known outside of Jewish circles, but they do their own schooling too, pretty much no matter where they are they have 'Jewish School' identity is important to them and all their holy days are confusing to a outsider.

There's a handy chart for us gentiles

Admittedly black Americans were not given the chance to do the same, there was "africatown" technically Plateau, Alabama where former slaves that still remembered home could go to escape Americans, not just white people.

Prev bit+ Of course we aren’t part of those tribes but give us better state of mind…ish

Absolutly be good to learn, sadly the nature of how so many got here y'all are likely to be in the same boat as so many of the rest of us are there, we're all mutts, I'm a european one they'd be african. Might explain some of the pan african stuff honestly, with DNA tests now you can pinpoint though just make sure the company isn't one that will sell your info to the cops or anyone else.

Me: So you bitch about the war on drugs and militarization of police the elites did? Black activists: yep Cont:

It's gonna start sinking in soon enough I think, the information is there and people know where to look now so there will be some folks that are not in the mood to be berated anymore that will begin the education process.

My guess at least.

This sounds familiar, can't just blame white people for that tho, also lots of the kingdoms and what not that did the selling and being sold don't exist anymore, makes it even harder.

Prev and I heard that mj dad didn’t even GRIEVE or act sad his fucking son was dead. My god, actually I was checking Paris Jackson, she was on an Amazon show called the Swarm where she said her was culturally black. Swarm centered around a serial killer obsessed with a beyonce stand in.

joe jackson that was bad ya, same with mya angelou, Tina Turner, and several other people through history, folks need to give up on the race dynamic parts of abuse and just focus on how to help people heal,

Blaming the actual abuser instead of some nebulous concept would be good too. Nice to give the bad guy a name, even if it's Joseph.

Okay I’m talking about child abuse, but I notice when white, Asian, and Latinos point out their parents and elders shitty actions they are supported But when black Americans points out that a lot of our parents beat us harder than overseers did to other field ancestors. We need to treat them with kids gloves

Overseers knew better than to beat the tractor with a baseball bat, one of those things that changed with slavery being abolished is working conditions could actually get worse.

Coal miner talking about the boss telling him to be sure and get the mule out if there's a cave in,

'what about me and the men boss'

'I can hire more men, gotta buy the mule'

“Slavery, racism, and systematic oppression is why!” Hmmm, why I don’t see Mexicans, Indians, Argentinians, Chinese, Vietnamese, Native Americans, giving their elders who often went through hell too. The same execuses?

there's a reason it changed to bipoc from just poc while the lgbt alphabet soup keeps getting longer and more inclusive.

#zoomer huey anon

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35 - Letter Storm

Part 36

Country Rancher

Tags @whateverthecostner @rosie-posie08 @kaycejdutton @kayceduttonn @kcloveswrestling @the-morning-star-falls @kaymudd @hcwthewestwaswcn

Thunder roared outside the large windows of the Dutton house. Kayce and I had called in today and asked the assistant to call us if it was an emergency. I had started working at the Livestock Office again since the Sheriff and I no longer have issues. Rummaging around in the bag that Bree had found the other day with letters from Spencer and Cara Dutton. Picking up the pile of papers I headed into the living room seeing my husband sitting on the couch. "Where are the kids at, Kayc?"

"Tate is playing with the twins inside the barn. And I think Carter and Bree are upstairs thinking of baby names. Oh and don't tell her but I took one of the security cameras from work and hid it in her room." He sends me a smirk while I round the couch plopping down beside him.

Raising a brow at his words there were some times that he went overboard. This was one of those moments. "Kayce, don't you think that is a little much. I mean she's already pregnant."

"Doesn't mean they can't still sleep together again, darling. What are those letters you have?" He draped his arm behind me scooting closer seeing the envelopes in my lap.

Unfolding one of the letters I had pulled out I lay my head on his chest with him moving his arm to wrap around my waist. "Bree found them one morning. I haven’t read any of them so I just thought it would be interesting too. They seem to be dated from your ancestors named Spencer and Cara Dutton.”

"Well go ahead and read one then." He told me simply looking up at the window seeing that the rain was starting to pick up and hit the glass softly.

Shifting so I was snuggled up against his warm embrace I cleared my throat attempting to read the old handwriting. "Alex, I am not good at writing. I am just a man of action who doesn't waste moments in life. When I met you I was struggling with what happened during the war. I didn't really care what happened when I was hunting animals. You have made my life better since then so I decided to write this letter to you. For when we are reunited at my family's ranch. I will find a way back to you, Spencer."

"I think I remember dad mentioning that there was a hunter in our family. What do the other ones say, Y/n?" He asked me to move some of them around and hand me another one. He honestly enjoyed it when I would read to him like he was still a child. I figured it had something to do with losing his mother at such a young age.

I did wish some days that I could get to know my mother in law. Be able to tell her how much I loved and adored her youngest son. That she could see her beautiful grandchildren the way John does. Evelyn Dutton was missed by everyone in this household. "Um let's see. Oh here's one that's written from Alex I think…Dear Spencer, I am burning to be with you again. I managed to get off the ship we were on and am now hoping to find passage to Montana. My love for you only grows during the time we are apart. Until we reunite, my love.”

“Awe this is so sweet. I can’t believe that they were separated.” My husband responded back, lifting up and meeting my gaze. We heard footsteps coming from down the stairs where we both turned our heads seeing our daughter and Carter.

Bree had her bag in her hands, sending me a look. “Hey mom. Dad, could we go get something to eat in town. I am craving ice cream and we are out?”

Kayce and I turned our heads back at each other both sharing the same look. The rain had stopped for a little bit and it wasn’t supposed to storm any worse until later tonight. “I guess so but just remember that you need to be back before the storm comes. I don’t want any of my children outside tonight.”

“We will be. Thanks uh…Mrs. Dutton.” Carter tipped his hat, taking my daughter’s hand in his, leading her out the front door towards the truck since he was old enough to drive now.

It was an hour after they left that the thunder and lightning had begun picking up. Kayce had gone to bring the other kids inside the house and close up the barn. Closing the fridge I had put some microwaved pizza on some plates giving them to the kids to eat. Kayce and I had crawled into bed where he opened one of the drawers of the nightstand beside the bed. He pulled out a notepad showing it to me. “I went and snooped in our daughter's room and I found this. I think that’s why she was keeping the letters.”

“She was thinking of baby names. Jewels, Gordon, Harrison, Spencer and Olivia.” I read off the names on the list seeing the lights of the house flickering on and then remained off longer where when they came back on we heard multiple sets of feet on the wooden floor.

The bedroom door got kicked open suddenly where we lifted up noticing that Elsa and Dallas were huddled together. “Mommy, can we sleep with you?” She asked, squeezing her teddy bear to her chest.

“Of course, sweetie.” I patted the bedside where she ran forward climbing up and getting in between her daddy and I.

Kayce turned his focus back to his younger son seeing that he was standing in the doorway. “You want up here too, bud. You’re mother and I don’t mind.” The lights went off again where he made a noise at us.

He still remained standing there glancing out into the hallway until I heard Tate’s voice. “Dad, he’s acting like me…I thought I was too old too - ah!” He jumped now standing behind his younger brother, sending us a concerned look.

“Come on Tate. Age don’t matter right now.” Tossing the covers aside I picked up my little boy in my arms waiting for Kayce’s other child to climb in our bed. The power completely went out where the twins latched onto us in fear.

Tate layed his head on my stomach hearing the front door get slammed open telling us that his sister was home. I didn’t feel like getting out of the bed so I just texted her that I was happy she was safe. “At least they got home safe. Now our kids are here.” Kayce draped his arm over my shoulder kissing my forehead.

Shutting my eyes I was about asleep until my phone went off on the nightstand. I scooted myself out of the bed doing my best to not wake up the kids since it was hard enough getting them to sleep when there was a heavy storm. Stepping into the hallway I didn’t check the caller ID. “Hello who is this exactly?”

“Y/n, this is Jamie. There’s some interesting information I discovered recently. And I don’t think you want your children to learn what their grandpa really does on that ranch.” He responded through the phone making me glance over my shoulder seeing that Kayce was still fast asleep.

Pressing the phone back to my ear I whispered. “What do you want from me, Jamie. And under no circumstances will you come after my children.”

“I want John to pay. What I want from you is help me become Governor or I will pull up your records with the sheriff and bring all that past drama back into your life.” The former Dutton threatened where I hung up the phone running my fingers through my hair heading back to bed. Jamie had no right to do any kind of threat against me.

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nicnacsnonsense · 2 years

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Things which do not necessarily indicate Stede was a bad father pre-canon:

Mary commenting that the kids are adjusting better than expected to him being gone — These kids have gone from living in a household with 2 miserable parents to one with 1.5 (granting a half point for Doug) happy and fulfilled parents. Something like that is going to have a hugely positive impact on them, even if they are missing their dad.

Alma angrily telling Stede she doesn’t want his moldy old food — A bit of a gimme, but obviously this could easily be a reflection of Alma feeling angry and betrayed by his one genuine bad dad move of leaving after previously having been a good dad.

Louis asking him who he is — Look, Louis is a little kid. If he did forget Stede, that doesn’t have to mean anything deeper than little kids forget things a lot. But it’s also possible he does remember Stede and he’s just confused because he doesn’t understand a lot of the way the world works yet. Picture little Louis sitting there at the table like the woman with the complicated math equations meme thinking to himself, Mom is my mom. Mom loves Doug so Doug is my dad. But I remember playing with this person and that he used to live in our house all the time too like a dad. But a person can only have one dad and Doug is my dad so… “Who are you again?”

Mary telling Stede to play with his kids — Yes Mary’s tone is annoyed here, but let’s be real; when your relationship with someone is as bad as Mary and Stede’s was, they don’t actually have to be doing anything wrong for you to be annoyed with them. From what we can hear of the kids, they seem to be having fun and entertaining each other just fine. There’s no clear and definite indicator that Stede is doing anything wrong by having been reading in that particular moment rather than playing with them.

Stede playing pirates with the kids when Mary said not to — Mary says playing pirates will give the kids nightmares, but we have no idea of how rational this belief of hers is. It’s possible she’s entirely right and playing pirates always causes nightmares. But it’s also possible the kids have nightmares sometimes for unrelated reasons and Mary has just come to the incorrect conclusion that it’s caused by playing pirates presumably because it’s a game she doesn’t particularly approve of regardless. We also don’t know how they actually started playing pirates; was it Stede’s suggestion or did the kids beg and plead and insist they didn’t care if they got nightmares until Stede agreed?

Stede never read bedtime stories to his kids/played any games with them other than pirates/tucked them into bed and gave them gentle forehead kisses goodnight/any other random thing someone wants to assert Stede didn’t do — Jesus. We never see Stede going to the bathroom either, are we assuming that means he doesn’t poop? I’m am begging everyone to stop casually asserting that Stede never did x with his kids without any evidence to back up why they think he didn’t do whatever it is.

Things which indicate Stede was a good father, actually (again, aside from the whole leaving thing; bad move there, Stede):

The way he treats the crew, especially in the first episode — He reads them bedtime stories! The whole flag making scene was basically kindergarten arts and crafts! Stede treats his crew the way you would expect a good father to treat his kids. Obviously this doesn’t prove that he actually treated his own kids that way, but that seems a way more intuitive assumption than thinking this is all new behavior from Stede. Especially given that reusing pre-existing scripts and patterns of behavior even when they don’t particularly fit in the new situation is something Stede is known to do.

The way the ship was outfitted — Stede originally designed the Revenge under the assumption his family would be there with them. And the inclusion of things like the children’s stories, the rec room, and the jam room show that he was actively considering how to make shipboard life fun and engaging for his young children.

Ed building a pillowfort — Admittedly this one is tenuous, but I swear I’ve connected the dots! From what we see of Ed’s childhood it seems doubtful he had any experience with building pillowforts. One thing that might explain it would be if Ed learned from Stede who in turn got his practice from playing with his kids.

Stede playing with his kids — Honestly I could write thousands of words (tens of thousands maybe even) on this scene alone, but I’m trying to keep this brief (well, briefer) so let’s just hit the highlights. Stede is reading at the dining table, the same room everyone else is hanging out in. Upon (presumably) hearing Stede agree to Mary’s request that he play with the kids, Alma and Louis try to sneak up on their seemingly oblivious dad — in particular note how comfortable and confident of her welcome in Stede’s space Alma is and the look of anticipatory excitement on Louis’s face — only for Stede to suddenly lunge out to try to “get” them, which at some point evolves into a game of pirates. We see that the kids love playing with their dad, something that happens frequently enough that an announcement that he is going to is not treated as something particularly noteworthy and he is instead pulled into their game in an apparently natural and practiced way. Furthermore, by reading at the table instead of whatever study/library he must have, Stede is making himself present and available for his children even when not actively engaging with them, something he is in part able to do because he does engage with them often enough that they don’t feel the need to demand/beg for his attention whenever he is physically present.

Alma giving Stede the petrified orange half — The orange is a metaphor for Stede’s heart, so leaving half of it with Alma and Louis while taking the other half back to sea when he leaves is a metaphor for him still loving and having a connection to his kids even after he leaves. But most importantly Alma is the one who did this; she came up with the idea on her own, then of her own volition went and found the orange wherever Stede last had it and broke it in half to offer to him. Despite her anger at him leaving the first time and her understanding why him leaving this time is for the best, she is still proactively reaching out to tell him she wants to maintain that connection with him.

#ofmd #stede bonnet #alma bonnet #louis bonnet #oh I have so many long metas to work on so let’s just knock this one out real quick I said #we’ll do it as a bulleted list so it’ll be short I said #two days later…

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erina-writes-headcanons · 2 years

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♥Surprising Suna Rintarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime and Semi Eita with a Pet♥

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Yo, my best girl @aphroxditus! Thank you so much for the ask! I am sorry for the long update, there were too many asks and I need to finish them all. Also, the college has started so my response may be a bit late. I hope you love the final result!

Gender: Neutral

Warning: None other than tiny profanity.

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Suna Rintarou

Suna doesn't like spending too much energy or his time when it comes to taking care of pets, he is also low-key tired because he always watches the drama between Atsumu and Osamu.

As someone who doesn't like getting tired and prefer having a pet that is less clingy. I can see him having either a pet that is low maintenance but he would still interact with them a lot such as bunnies, turtles and cats.

I cannot see him likes smaller dogs, he found them irritating small yappers and prefer bigger and calmer dogs such as Great Danes or Greyhound.

He prefers to spend his time together sleeping next to his pet if you decide to surprise him with a pet for his birthday. He doesn't like an animal that needs lots of brushing and too much energy, he would get tired very easily.

Of course as his S/O. You had a perfect idea to surprise your boyfriend as you have chosen the animal and you know Suna secretly adores cute things.

To surprise your boyfriend, you decide to surprise Suna on his birthday surprise with two little Mini Rex bunnies. Mini rex bunnies are one of the lowest maintenance among other bunnies and they are rather calm.

It was worth it when you give him your birthday surprise. Even if he didn't say much, the twinkle in his eyes clearly shows that he was surprised and his heart melt by the sight of sleeping bunnies.

He became the father of two Mini Rex bunnies and he was also the one who name them, Snow for the white Mini Rex bunny and Snoopy for the lilac coat Mini Rex bunny.

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A large hand gently scoops two little bunnies inside of the box as the old man carefully put them inside the crate gently before the old man gives two little creature a gentle pat on the head. The old man smiles as he looks at you, "I hope your boyfriend loves them, sir/ma'am. These two cuties never cause any trouble," he hands the crate to you.

With a smile and a nod, you gave the man a polite reply, "I am sure my boyfriend going to love them. Also, thank you uncle for giving me the best suggestion for my boyfriend's birthday gift," you thanked the old man, giving him a little bow as an appreciation for helping you.

"It was nothing, kiddo. Now, you should hurry or you going to be late for your boyfriend's surprise party," the old man says as he gently pushes you away.

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It was rather a simple celebration where all members of Inarizaki volleyball players were invited to Suna's house. The cake was bought by his dad while the decoration was handled by his sibling and his mother which is simple yet creative.

One by one, everyone inside the household gave their present to your boyfriend whose sitting in the middle of the living room as they gave the present away to him. Even though many people tried to have a little chat with him, some of their conversations ended up awkward since he would only reply a little bit, not really knowing what to say.

After Aran gave his gift to him, you gently pick the box carefully and bring it over to your boyfriend who already looking at you with curiosity in his eyes as he was eyeeing the large box in your hand, "Careful babe, don't drop the box," you told him.

The middle blocker understood as he takes the box carefully before he puts it on top of the table carefully. Unwrapping the gift, he pulls the bowtie away and he almost jumped in fright when he heard a shuffling sound from the box. Opening the box, his eyes widen as he looks at the Mini Rex bunnies.

"You....bought bunnies....for me?" He asks, looking at you.

"Well...yeah...I want you to remember me in case you feel lonely but I cannot spend my time together with you," you look away, hiding your reddened cheeks.

"....Thank you, (Y/N)-Chan/Kun" the corner of his lips twitch as he put the box away carefully, wrapping his arm around you.

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Kuroo Tetsurou

It's not really much of a surprise since it's canon that he prefers dogs to cats. Although, he doesn't mind having cats too. However, he prefers bigger dogs where he can jog together with the dog in the morning and play with them.

He doesn't mind smaller dogs and he's not really picky when it comes to pets. He just doesn't like it if the dogs are mean and aggressive, he rather chooses a dog that's really playful and energetic.

Since he plays volleyball, he has great endurance and doesn't get tired easily. Because of that, he doesn't mind having to take care of a dog that has a little bit higher maintenance.

Other than dogs, he wouldn't mind having to take care of a cat. He could be chilling together with the cat, taking nap together or letting the cat sit on his lap when he's gaming together with Kenma.

I can see him as an animal lover and because of that. I can see he also has great patience to take care of other animals except for the snake. Snake reminds him of Daishou.

As Kuroo's S/O. You had a perfect surprise for your boyfriend for his birthday surprise party as you choose the pet for your goofy Nekoma's captain boyfriend.

Inside the box, there is one small adopted Border Collie puppy for your boyfriend. The little creature was excited to see his 'father' and you could imagine Kuroo's expression when he see the puppy inside the gift box.

Since then, Kuroo is the father of one Border Collie and he names the little creature Willow. He really spoils the little dog as if the dog is his own son.

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A pair of golden brown eyes staring at you as their little paws touch against the glass door, looking at you with sad eyes as his eyes get larger, begging you to take him home. The little creature keeps scratching the door as it lets out a tiny 'ARF' sound and licking on the glass.

Seeing the little creature, you know you had to take the little baby and give it to your boyfriend, Kuroo Tetsurou. You remember a few days later it would be his birthday and the argument between Yaku made you remember that even though he's in Nekoma, he adores puppies and dogs. They are one of the cutest creature in earth.

"Excuse me ma'am. I want to adopt that little puppy for my boyfriend," you point your fingers out to the white and black Border Collie.

"Alright, just sign this paper and you can take your dog tomorrow as we are going to check the condition of your house," the elderly woman explains the full detail how to adopt the puppy.

Taking the pen out from your purse, you jotted down your name on the paper before you give a sign inside of the box and fill the whole paper. After filling the paper, you handed the paper to the old woman and thanked her before going home, hoping that Kuroo would be happy with the surprise that you are going to give him.

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Putting the box on top of your boyfriend's lap, the glint in his eyes clearly shows that he is excited about the present that you will give to him. As he was going to pull the bow tie, he couldn't help but make an 'o' shaped lips as he hears a tiny shuffle sound from inside of the box.

"Chibi-chan, is it....what I think it is?" Kuroo asks.

"Just look, Tetsu-chan," You wink at him.

Unwrapping the gift, his eyes immediately looked at the little puppy that wagging its tail, excited to see Kuroo. His eyes couldn't believe it, he was never allowed to have a dog when he was young but after the two of you moved away. This is the first time he is allowed to have a pet, "Arigato.....Chibi-chan," he picks the little puppy up gently before hugging it, letting the little dog lick his face as a chuckle escapes from his mouth.

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Oikawa Tooru

I am sure that Oikawa is also adores cute animals like the rest of the guys in this headcanon but he also has his preferences when it comes to animals.

I cannot see Oikawa together with bigger dogs, he would feel intimidated by their size, especially if they are guard dogs such as Pitbulls, Rottweilers, Dobermans and other dogs that he considers 'dangerous'.

Oikawa prefers smaller dogs because I can see him considering smaller dogs are less harmful than bigger dogs. Of course, he doesn't really know that bigger dogs are usually calmer than smaller dogs (speaking from experience) such as Pomeranians, Charles Spaniel, and Maltese.

I also can see Oikawa loves cats and he prefers cats that have longer hair such as Maine Coon, Persian, and Ragdolls to short-haired cats. He really likes using a brush on long-haired cats as the cats sitting on his lap.

If he has small dogs or cats, I can see him dressing his pets and treating them as if the cat or the dog is his little prince/princess and spoiling them rotten as he also feds them expensive foods from his modelling money.

I also can see that he won't let his little kitten or little puppy get dirty. If he sees his pets playing in the mud, he would be freaked out and quickly take them away before cleaning them every inch.

His expression was priceless when you give him a surprise gift, inside it was a little ragdoll cat and he named the little kitten. He names the Ragdoll kitten Sapphire.

His hands immediately gently wrapped around the little kitten before he gives the little kitten a little kiss on the snoot and on the forehead. He keeps telling them how perfect the little cat is as he also brought tons of things (Scratcher, cat bed, cat toys, etc.) to spoil Sapphire

Not only does he become Sapphire's dad. He also spends his time hanging out together with Sapphire and you. He also takes tons of pictures of him together with Sapphire, sharing them on all of his social media as his fans love the cat pics.

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It was hard getting a perfect gift for your boyfriend, it was an anniversary gift and the two of you already promised each other that the two of you going to hang out tomorrow. Petting the kitten inside the box, you smile softly at the little creature, "I hope Oikawa would be happy to meet you," you told the kitten.

"Meow~" It lets out a soft meowing sound, purring against your hand.

"...I know he would...I'm sure he would be a great dad for you" you whisper softly, letting the cat licks your hand as you feed the little creature with a bowl of wet food. It was hard work for you, searching for a perfect kitten. It has mesmerizing blue eyes and a gradient fur.You just wish that he doesn't have any allergy on animals.

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Sitting outside of the cafe, your eyes keeps looking at the clock on the wall and the box back and forth, waiting for Oikawa to come. You were aware that he is going to be a little late because texted that the practice held a longer time than the usual but that wasn't the problem. You were worried that he wouldn't come and he wouldn't see gift for him.

"(Y/N)-Chan! Where are you???" Speaks of the devil.

Turning to your right, you could see Oikawa running up to you with a nervous smile on his face. You could tell that he feels a little bit guilty for making you wait more than just a few minutes. The sheepish smile on his face immediately eases your annoyance a little bit, not having a reason for getting mad at little things. After all, he did tell you he was going a little bit late.

The setter rushes up, walking at a faster pace as it slowly turns into jogging and catching up on you. His jacket was soaked along with his jersey, you couldn't help but feel bad because it shows that he probably hasn't taken a bath yet and he was in hurry, "G-Gomen (Y/n)-chan. I tried to be faster but the practice was held longer by our coach," he apologize.

"It's okay, Tooru-Kun. I have a surprise for you," you told him. Gently place the box on the table.

His eyes trace the enormous box on top of the table as he looks at it with curiosity. Pulling the tie away his eyes widened as his hands opened the lid of the box. His eyes gaping in a round position as he picks the Ragdoll kitten carefully in his hands, "(Y/N)-Chan....you...gave me a.....Kitten?" His eyes twinkled in excitement and warmth.

"Yes, she is perfect for you. Tooru-kun."

"....WAAHHH! ARIGATO, (Y/N)-CHAN!" He gently hugs the little creature are a smile adorning his lips.

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Iwaizumi Hajime

It is kind of hard to imagine what kind of Pet he would really like but I can make a conclusion that he would have either a big dog or a bearded dragon since he is a big fan of Godzilla.

He doesn't hate small dogs but he just prefers bigger dogs since they are calmer and less stubborn than smaller dogs. I can see him with family dogs and I can see him with guar dogs.

I just think the dogs that he prefers is the one with less maintenance and doesn't need to brush them every day. Something short-haired such as Doberman, Rottweiler, and Boxer.

He just doesn't want to clean the whole house when he has long-haired guard dogs because of their shedding hair. The family dogs that he prefers also Bulldogs or Labradors for a family dog since they have shorter hair.

I can see he loves bearded dragon and name the bearded dragon 'Godzilla' as he spends most of the time feeding it with mealworms and crickets as he let the creature sit on his lap.

Not only he would let Godzilla sit on his lap but he would also sleep with his bearded dragon sometimes as the reptile would sleep on the side of his pillow.

I can see him dressing his bearded dragon funny costume just for shit and giggles when he is bored as the reptile just stands still, letting Iwaizumi do what he wants.

Oikawa sometimes came over and see he was being all of to the bearded dragon that you gave him as a surprise gift. Oikawa had fun teasing his ass off.

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There was a huge event in Tokyo as the two of you are going around together with your boyfriend. You were glad that the two of you had time to hang out, school has been hectic for the two of you especially Iwaizumi with his volleyball club and your chosen club. It was a hectic week for the two of you and you two only spend time with each other with only a little time.

Looking around in the pet shop, you were looking at the list inside of the paper as your aunt asked you to buy some kibbles for her dogs, the ones that she always buys because she didn't find them in any Miyagi pet store because they told her they were out of stock.

Finding the dog food that you need, you were ready to go out and go home together with your boyfriend but once you turn around. You saw Iwaizumi eyeing the bearded dragon inside of the glass. It was an olive-coloured bearded dragon as there was a certain glint in his eyes that you were sure was amazement. Seeing this, you had an idea of what to give for the gift.

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You were sitting in the living room together with Iwaizumi as you were sitting on his right side, watching another Godzilla movie and the newest one where Godzilla had a fight together with King Kong. seeing the chance, you take Iwaizumi's hand gently "Babe, I have something for you."

His eyes immediately stare at your eyes with curiosity, "Hmm? What is it?" He raises one of his eyebrows. Showing the box, he was even more curious than before, wondering what was inside of the box, "It's a surprise for you," you spoke.

He was silent for a moment, unsure how he should react until he was going out for the tie and heard lots of shuffles inside of the box. He couldn't help but jump in surprised, "W-what's inside? Why did I head shuffle?" He asks.

"Just open it," you roll your eyes.

He was silent for a moment before pulling the tie and opening the lid of the box. His eyes widened as he see the yesterday bearded dragon. Hos mouth gaping in a round position, not believing that he have his own bearded dragon.

"It's a gift for you Iwa-chan," you held one of his hands, smiling at him.

"....Thank you.." He couldn't help but heat up in embarrassment and happiness, looking away from you as he tries to hide his red face away from you.

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Semi Eita

Once again I am torn because I don't know what kind of pet Semi likes or preference because honestly I can see him being soft to animals but he's not exactly an animal lover.

However, his vibe tells me that he is either a cat lover. I am saying this because I believe he prefers a pet where you don't need to spend lots of energy on them like dogs.

I can also see that he likes Hamsters or Chincilla. Not only they are not big maintenance but you don't need to spend tons of energy on them.

He has a soft spot for small and cute creatures and unlike some guys. He can be very careful so I can see him taking care of the little hamster or chinchilla very carefully and not going to drop them accidentally.

I can see him gently holding two chinchillas in his hands and would be mesmerized because of how soft their fur is. He would genuinely think that their fur is made out of cloud or cotton since it's so soft.

He also doesn't mind with Hamster but I do think he is a little bit more protective when it comes to hamsters because not only they are smaller but also they can disappear within a second and wander into a secluded small place where it's hard to be reached.

He was happy that you gave him an adorable two chinchillas. he named them Smokey and Dusty. He really loves them but it was also his first time taking care of a pet so he was very unsure.

However as time goes by. He became very close with the chincillas and he already taught the little creatures many simple tricks as he became the father of two chincilla.

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It was in the afternoon as you and your boyfriend Semi sitting inside of your room, facing each other and papers scattered around the round table. Currently, the two of you had a rest time together after studying for tomorrow's exam. You were glad that Semi is one of the smartest students in Shiratorizawa. Hence, he can teach you chemistry and physics.

As you two resting, laying on the ground and waiting for the time to pass by. You could hear an animal voice from Semi's phone. Your eyes glances up at him and the screen of his phone, noticing that he is playing a bunch of videos of cute animals, 'So he likes cute animals, huh? I think I know what gift I can give to him,' You thought.

"Semi?" You call him.

"Yes?" He glances up at you.

"Do you like animals?" You ask him.

"....Maybe? I'm not sure, I wasn't allowed to have a pet when I was young until now but the idea of owning a pet hasn't cross my mind," he looks away, looking up.

You remember that your aunt owns a pet shop that sells smaller animals and you had an idea what to give.

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You were lucky that you were able to book one of the cafes where people can bring their pets over and you had invited his friends along with the other volleyball members, together with the help of his parents. It wasn't a big celebration but it wasn't small either as everyone wearing the chosen dress code.

Sitting next to Semi. He was smiling at you, glad that you are celebrating his birthday with you next to him. His arms gently snaked around your waist as his lips made a contact on the skin of your forehead, giving you a tiny kiss, "Thank you, (Y/N)-chan. I really appreciate of what you and my parents did for my birthday," he whispers.

"It was no problem but I have one more surprise for you, Eita-San," you take the box carefully and place it on his lap.

"W-what is this?" He asks, a little bit startled with the size of the box.

"Just open it," you huff, annoyed that he takes his time.

He was silent for a moment before he unwrapped the box. He was curious why there are many holes in the box until he opens the lid to see two little furballs looking at him.

"It's a chinchilla...I know you like cute things so that is my present for you..." you lean your head to his shoulder.

He was speechless, turning into a statue for a few seconds before his gaze came back to you. A smile adorns his face once again before he kisses the top of your head, whispering a small Thank you' to your ear.

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My thoughts on Cole Cassidy/Jesse McCree‘s real name

I want to talk about this ever since Jesse got a rebrand but I haven’t really had the space to talk about it. Or whenever I try to talk about it it just came off as a little weird. So this is me trying to alleviate that urge to ramble.

Again…

Sorry

By the way, all of my thoughts are going to be taking place in Canon. I already know about Blizard being dicks, and all that other crap. All of what I am going to word vomit is my own in universe justification for Jesse deciding to change his name or going back and using his real name.

So. Cole Cassidy.

Not his real name

I don’t like the idea of Cole being his real name. Not because it’s a bad name but because of the headcannons I have about his family.

I like to think that Cole grew up in a very rough and tumble household you know? Dad wasn’t really there and if he was, he was a shitty parent. And mom, if she was there, either worked her ass off to take care of her kid and deadbeat husband, or was just as much as of a dead beat as dad.

Regardless of the tragic backstory, I don’t think Jesse would willingly go through with the name he was born with

If anything, I think he would carve a new name for himself one that history will remember- hence Jesse McCree

TLDR very much Eugene Fitzherbert

Who does he tell about his real name/changing his name?

I don’t think he tells anyone in overwatch his real name. I think they all assume that his “real name” is Jesse McCree for the longest time because that’s what he refers to himself as and that’s what The Wanted posters say

That, and I think he has documentation under that name to further solidify it. (thanks, Ashe)

But if he had to tell anyone in overwatch, and I mean anyone, I think it would only be two people maybe three.

Those people being in no specific order

Angela Ziegler

Genji Shimada

Anna Ahmari

If you’re in overwatch fandom, I think you can assume why each of these people would qualify for the honor of knowing his real name. But for the sake of me rambling, I’m going to indulge in my thoughts and feelings, as to why each person knows

For Angela, I think it would be in a life or death situation. Very much when he lost his arm. If he sincerely thought that he was going to die I think that he would confess a few things to Angela. One being Jesse McCree isn’t his actual name. Now would it be the first thing he would tell her- absolutely not, but it would definitely be one of those things. He’d do it to have overwatch get in contact with his mother if he does pass in the line of duty. (I have some headcannons about his mom, but that’s a whole ‘Nother conversation.)

For Genji, I can see it both as a life or death situation, or as a very niche, private, casual conversation. Just for the exclusivity of Genji knowing who Jesse was before he got into overwatch. Trust issues and all that from one Jussie and Genji, or for us getting to know each other.

Now for Anna. Again, life or death situation. However i prefer to think this would be a accidental happenstance. Very much a “I got drunk and told my mom somethings she shouldn’t have known.” I think that if he were to disclose this information to her, he would also add how much he hates his dad and/or extended family.

Regardless, of who he tells no one will tell anyone else about this information

And no, I am not giving Gabe the benefit of the doubt when it comes to knowing Jesse’s true identity. I don’t care about the father/son relationship HCs. I think that Jesse’s real name is a one of those things that Jesse doesn’t feel comfortable telling Gabe. And that is completely fine!

Now, when it comes to changing his name- the first person he would tell after all this time would probably be Genji.

Then Tracer. Then anyone else who is new or hasn’t gotten the memo yet.

Going off of this train of thought, I think Reinhart would have a hard time getting it down. Not out of disrespect! Just out of hazy memory, and- like- the habit of referring to Jesse as Jesse for so long. The same can be said for junkrat as well. Mostly cus he probably refers to him as cowboy or Clint Eastwood (cus of Roadie)

Outside of overwatch, I think the people having the hardest time getting down this new name is the media. Hell I think the talon is more progressive than the media. Most of their team are gay so

Now we’re onto my favorite part- how do I utilize this fact in my fics

Ever since blizzards, melt down/the overwatch two trailer, I’ve been setting most of my fics in that time of the team is still getting together, but they aren’t on the same page yet

To elaborate- the team that we see in Paris are currently all traveling in a pack. Meanwhile, the rest of the people who are on the overwatch roster i(n game) are currently in groups/on their own in different parts of the world

For example, Jesse and Hanzo are traveling together. Mainly for my own shipping pleasure! (Fic coming out about that soon by the way)

I also like to think that road hog and junk rat are finally getting out of that outback after being inprisoned by the junker queen

The junker queen maybe trying to conquer the world. Effectively canoeing her way off of Australia and into New Zealand

The new Kitsune character and Dva are meeting up somewhere. Probably at like a fan meet in greet or something (I have a lot of head cannons about the kitsune girl)

Just a lot of smaller stuff like that you know?

So, in this weird scattered-about moment in overwatch lore/limbo, I like to think that some people know when other people don’t and that’s OK. Sometimes people won’t know until last minute, especially in overwatch’s line of work.

In fact, you can see in my latest my HaiNoon/ McHanzo or… Ig McGenji fic? BITE. I mean Bite. (Bite is such a gray area my God. Like it has McHanzo implications, but it also has McGenji interaction for the main meat of it so you know… I’m rambling!)

Bite has -throughout the fic- Cole acknowledging himself as Cole, but he’s letting Genji refer to him as Jesse. it is until the end of the fact that Jesse corrects Genji. In that same story, while I was writing it, I was thinking about what the other characters refer to Cole as. And I don’t think he’s gotten the time or courage to tell them what name he wants to be preferred by yet.

They were on the battlefield like not even a few days ago for crying out loud. Priorities need to be set.

So yeah

Thanks for reading.

#jesse mccree #cole cassidy #rambles #fandom rambles #small but important to me

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