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ghostsinthecellar · 2 years

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trying to go through boxes just so we know what we have and my brain keeps going in bad directions. nowhere to put this stuff so why even open a box. what if I could've brought something much better/more important up if this box had been left instead. why do we have this much stuff, why did I decide to keep this, why did I buy this in the first place, etc etc etc

#charlie babbles #none of it's been really like. useful. not that it needs to be. I did find a box of sheets and towels so that's great. but #mostly it's clothes I can't wear because it's summer or they need repair. little glass trinkets I got from the thrift store.#some books. glad to have those. no bookshelves though. all the dvds made it. same problem.#I'm so so glad to have all this here but I can't not be negative about it for some reason??

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actuallysaiyan · 2 months

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hello! any fics/headcanons on dropping by high school nanami’s dorm room would be wonderful 🫶

warnings: mentions of being promoted, Reader and Kento are both 18!!! In their last year of being at JJT, smut, kissing, vaginal fingering, dirty talk word count: 1.6k pairings: Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Sorcerer!Reader summary: Kento just found a box set of 1980s Astro Boy and he wants you to come over to watch it with him! a/n: I wasn't sure what you wanted for this, so I took some creative liberties and rolled with it. I wanted it partly smutty and partly fluffy. I hope you all enjoy!

It was a quiet Saturday night in your dorm room. You sit on your bed, watching reruns of your favorite sitcom. Considering this was your last year at Jujutsu Tech, you knew that things would mostly be a breeze. You’ve been on more missions this year than any other year, but it still felt so much easier than training and learning theory.

Your phone buzzes and your eyes gaze at it for a moment. Then your heart skips a beat when you see who’s sent you a text. Immediately, you open your phone and read the text.

Kento(8:45 pm): Hey are you still around? Or did you leave campus for tonight?

You(8:46 pm): I’m still here. What’s up?

Your heart is racing as you try to come to terms with the fact that your ultimate crush is texting you. You two are close, but he has no idea just how much you’re head over heels for him. He messages you again, mentioning that he’s managed to acquire the DVD box set of Astro Boy from the 1980s. You message him back, asking if you can come over and watch it with him.

Kento(8:50pm): Why don’t you come over right now? I’m just waiting in my dorm.

It doesn’t take much for you to reply that you’ll be over in a few minutes. You throw on a comfy hoodie and you turn off your devices. Then you grab some snacks from your drawer and you head out. With your door locked behind you, you walk down the hallway towards the boys’ side of the dorms.

You knock on his door, admiring the way he’s placed band stickers and mini posters on it to give it some personality. Your smile spreads further when you see him open the door. He looks really cozy right now; dressed in a band hoodie and some sweatpants.

“Are you ready to watch this with me?” He shows you the box set.

“Fuck yeah! I didn’t even think you’d manage to find it!”

Kento smirks, “I’ve got my sources, darling.”

He invites you inside and you feel immediately at home. It’s so cozy in his dorm room. You’ve been here more times than you can count, considering you two are so close, but this is just so special for you. You place your bag of snacks on the coffee table and you sit on the sofa. Kento joins you, but not before he puts the first disc of Astro Boy into the DVD player. You two are sitting so close together, your knees brush up together.

“Thanks for inviting me over.” you bubble, leaning in close to him.

“It’s really no problem.”

The DVD menu starts up and Kento selects the play all function. Then you both sit back, watching the anime you both had been wanting to see for so long. It has become a bit of a tradition for you and Kento to watch anime together. This time, it felt a bit more intimate somehow. You weren’t sure what it was, but it was like you and him had these feelings just bubbling underneath the surface.

Eventually, he turns to you and offers you a soda. You accept with a smile on your face. Things are quiet and comfortable while in his dorm, until he stretches his arms and wraps one around your shoulders. You lean your head to nuzzle against his as you both continue to watch the show that’s unfolding before you on the screen.

“You know…” he whispers softly. “I’m glad we can still have nights like these.”

You turn to face him, “Me too, Ken. Especially since we both got promoted to Grade one recently.”

This makes both of your stomachs flutter. It was a serious move to be promoted to such a rank, but you two were the exemplary sorcerers for this position. Both you and Kento showed lots of strength, courage and ability. It took little to no time to go from Semi-Grade one to Grade one. And now you both were going on missions together, taking down curses together.

“I need to tell you something,” he finally starts up again. “It’s important.”

You turn to face him fully, your heart racing. He looks so good in just the glow of the television and the soft fairy lights he has strung up over the couch. He smiles sweetly before he cups your chin and his thumb strokes your cheek.

“Even if we end up on different paths,” he leans in closer. “I’ll always love you.”

Without another word, he presses his lips to yours. You feel like butterflies are erupting deep in your tummy. Time almost seems to slow down as you finally gain the courage to kiss him back. Your hands come up to begin playing with his hair. When he pulls away, he rubs his nose against yours.

“You’ve always been my pretty girl, yeah?”

You can’t help but nod. It takes so little effort for him to push you down onto the couch, pinning you there. Despite his slim build, Kento is very strong and muscular. He just hides it well. Then once he has you in the position he wants, he begins to undress you. Your eyes shine in the glow of the TV, and it turns him on even more. Something about this moment is just so special.

“I’m always going to be yours,” you promise as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

He nips softly at the tender flesh, making you moan his name. Your legs wrap around him, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as possible. He smirks against your skin, knowing just how needy you are for him now. He’s feeling just the same; needy and wanton for the woman he’s fallen for so deeply.

“Can I show you just how much you mean to me?” He asks, his eyes dark with lust.

You smirk, “Oh yeah? How will you do that?”

He’s feeling like you’re challenging him now, and that turns him on even more. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. You moan at the feeling of him taking complete control of the situation. Then his other hand unclasps your bra and pulls it off completely. Your breasts spring free, bouncing slightly from being freed from their confines. You whine softly; your body heating up at the sensation of being half-naked in front of him.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He grunts before dipping down to capture one of your nipples into his mouth.

You buck up immediately, wanting nothing more than to bury your fingers in his beautiful blond hair. But he still has you pinned down to the couch, and his tongue is flicking against your nipples. He doesn’t even have to do much to turn you on, but he’s working hard on making you so aroused. He pulls away slightly, blowing air on your erect nubs.

“Pretty girl,” he coos softly. “Such a pretty princess for me.”

You whine again, begging him not to stop. He leans back in, sucking on your tits. He makes it messy and sloppy, nipping and biting at the tender flesh. His intent is now to turn you on and to mark you up. He wants you to see yourself in the mirror tomorrow and to see these love marks. They are the marks you’ll wear on your body to show the world who you belong to.

“Ken, please…”

He chuckles darkly, “What is it, princess?”

You mewl, “Please Ken I…”

“Use your words, pretty girl.”

Your mind is almost blank with just how much this is all turning you on. He’s usually quiet and sometimes stoic. But right now, Kento Nanami was a different man. You had heard rumors that he was a closeted pervert, but this was proving to be somewhat true. The way he was touching you and caressing you, it seems like he knows a thing or two about pleasuring a woman.

“I need you to touch me,” you breathe.

He chuckles again, then he presses his lips to yours. Your two stay connected like this for a few moments; tongues rubbing together sensually. When he pulls away to let you breathe, a string of saliva keeps you connected.

“Alright, you need me that bad, huh?”

You nod your head, “Need you so bad, Ken…”

His free hand slides down your body, caressing you in your sensitive spots. Then he slips his hand into your sweatpants, gasping softly when he feels that you aren’t wearing panties. He grunts as his long fingers spread your wet folds, prodding your tight entrance. Kento smirks, his eyes growing even darker with lust.

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” He asks, rubbing your clit slowly.

You shudder, “M-maybe…”

You let out a moan of his name as one of his fingers slips into your tight cunt. Immediately your gummy walls begin to squeeze the digit and this makes him grunt. He releases your wrists to reach down to adjust his cock in his gray sweatpants. Then his eyes snap up to watch you as he fingers you.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight, probably would make me blow my load in seconds.”

His words rile you up even more. Your hips begin gyrating against his hand, and he’s quick to slip a second finger into your pussy. Your juices begin gushing out of your slick hole, and you feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm faster than you ever thought would happen.

“Awhhh close already? Damn, princess, that’s flattering.” He goads. Your hand comes to cling to his arm, steadying him and yourself for the impending orgasm that’s on its way.

He moves his thumb to begin swiping against your clit and the added stimulation is what sends you over the edge. You cry out and whimper as the waves of pleasure crash over you. The entire time, Kento is right there, talking you through the intense pleasure. When you’ve ridden out your high, he leans in to kiss you so softly.

“My beautiful girl…I love you so.”

#bacon.writes #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #nanami smut #kento x you #kento x reader #kento x y/n #Kento Nanami x you #Kento Nanami x reader #nanami imagine #nanami fluff #Kento Nanami fluff #Kento Nanami imagines #jjk kento x you #jjk nanami x you #jjk nanami x reader

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youchangedmedestiel · 5 months

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Today is my birthday and as a gift I got the box with the DVDs of the 15 seasons of Supernatural.

And I'm just fucking happy, I'll be able to do a rewatch in high quality. I'll be able to see every micro expressions they do and all stares between Dean and Cas, FINALLY. I'm just so glad I had to tell you.

#destiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #spn #supernatural #all 15 seasons #spn rewatch #on its way #and in high quality #it's my birthday today #and my gift is perfect #i'm so happy #i needed to share this #my personal experience with spn #my personal experience with destiel

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franticmelody · 3 months

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I don't go into my town centre often but today I did and I managed to find a pretty sizeable sonic haul:

Now I'm not a collector but I am starting to pick up most Sonic stuff I see since that is my special interest. So today we got:

-Sonic Colours (Wii) I've owned this game before but don't have my copy anymore. Good to add this back to my collection.

-Sonic Rush Adventure (DS) I've also played this game a lot through... Non-legitimate means. One of my favourites. Glad I found it!

-jakks Pacific Cream the Rabbit. Not rare. But I have a few other neat figures. They had tons of others in stock but I limited myself to one, and I like this figure a lot! She's cute!

-Sonic Heroes (GCN) I mean I've played pretty much every Sonic game so of course I've played this. But good to add it to my collection of GameCube sonic games, which at the moment is just this and SA2 Battle.

-Sonic the Hedgehog (Mega Drive) The star of the show. We don't really have any retro gaming stores in my town, but managed to find this with Heroes at a Collectors DVD store. In the box, with the cart and manual! Super good condition too and relatively cheap, only £15. I'm not big on the collectors scene so that may be a bad deal but I've never seen one in the wild before and I mean come on. That's pretty awesome.

All in all super happy with this. Still always on the lookout for a select few games (most notably Sonic Colours DS and Sonic Adventure DX) but I'm always finding new stuff!

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic heroes #sonic 1 #sonic colors #sonic rush adventure #cream the rabbit #videogame collecting #also have never seen a wild sonic gba game! would love to get my hands on sonic battle

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staud · 4 months

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HNY lovely hbo war tumblr friends 💓 I found this tshirt in my old closet while visiting family & just had to share!!

Im not sure if i’ve mentioned this before but I was originally on tumblr ~10 years ago when I first got into bofb after watching it with my dad & begged him to buy me this shirt lol. I used to have sm fun on here (does anyone remember the tired n wired era??) and this fandom was really what got me into my career path/creative work after I edited my first fan video back then. hs, college, & life happened, I forgot about tumblr in general for years. and then a few months ago I found my old dvd box set while moving and realized how much I missed the fandom. being back on here has been soo fun & nostalgic and I’m just so glad there r still ppl around to share the brainrot. hope ppl have a happy 2024!!! 🤍

#excuse my sentimental yappin #selfie jumpscare #personal #also yes i watched bob with my dad and yes including tom hardy’s sex scene #we were both traumatized.

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stormblessed95 · 4 months

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"I'm glad i clicked on tk tag and got to see tk sticking together for whole LA-LV concert" ijbol. It's good that you clicked on tk tag anon but you should have made sure to look for the og sources to fact check if whatever you saw from tkkrs is actually true or some edited shit cause if you did you wouldn't have said all of that you said in your ask.

First things first most of the clips you mentioned are from LA. Now let bring my list of things jkk did together in LA 1) the most infamous "jungkook comes to my room 3 times a day to take stamps" and later in dvd too jm said jk's one stay in jm's room used to be like 4 hrs Sometimes now imagine how much time that was. Anyways idt he stayed in jm's room for 4 times each time but one thing is he went to jm's room 3 times in a single day everyday even at night at 2o clock cause he was boar and the solution to keep being entertained is staying on jm's bed for hrs doing nothing lol. Let's not forgot how taehyung said that he thought jm's room is jk's cause when he went to jm's room it was jk who opened the door so he thought it's jk's room how "attached to the hip" of tk as you said.

2) Jimin said in live that since he came to LA he's working out together with jungkook everyday and you saw clips of that too so your proof is right there. let's rewind how that one girl from tiktok said when she was dancing recoding a tiktok at hotel's gym area she saw jikook and the girl was literally tkkr from 2014 nd even showed tkk videos posted on her tiktok from yrs long so she had no shit to lie but alas tkkrs harassed her too. And to think that the clothes/mask that jk is wearing in the clip from doc nd the clip from that girl's tiktok are different shows that they indeed used to workout everyday.

3) idk if you know this but jihopekook went on dinner when they were in LA only the three of them.

4) vminkook went to the beach together and went to that restaurant together means they were together even there.

5) jkk has a habit of eating together after concerts which is the regular thing for them and you did heard jm telling in that vminkook LA vlive that he and jk were eating chicken together before he came to join tae on live. And you might think so what jk ate with tae too nd RM too in later vlives but thing is jkk are consistent with their thing of eating together after concerts hence why there's more clips of jkk eating together during concerts than anybody else cause it's their thing.

So after all this time eating together, doing gym together, going for a walk together (again jkk mentioned it on vminkook vlive in LA), shooting for their official perfomances together, going to places together and jk spending most of his time when he was alone in his room WITH jm everyday i wonder where was jkk not attached to the hips as you're claiming.

Let's talk about LV now.....

1) i know two moments where tk were together but jm wasn't with them one is when vhopekook went to bruno mars' concert and second is when they went to film/promote some official thing (again it was vhopekook together) nd later went on dinner the three of them apart from that i don't remember much from it.

2) what did jm and jk did together in LV? As usual they were eating together after concerts (remember how jm apologized to jk as soon as he joined that vminhopekook live in LA saying he ate a little without jk nd jk called him traitor which further shows that it's their thing), jk told us that jm was going to join him for boxing at his boxing center (which he did but they never showed us) nd was happy that he got a boxing partner, Then for all the 4 days of concert jikook went to hotel room together in the same car, Jkk went to dinner with yg and sat at same table having fun, i remember jk saying he went to jm's room and hugged him after his recovery of covid (jk had covid and was isolated for like 5 days so idt he was hanging out much with any member because of isolation).

These are small things from LV so idt we can say much about who was attached at hips. I know we shouldn't be making it a competition but since anon was saying they saw "tk attached at the hip and jm was just there on side alone" it so I'm also trying to see it.

There's no taekook aunty theory, there's no tk private dinner (cause it was vminkook dinner with bh filming by their cam ), there's nothing there that you were pointing out so it's like you based all of that on false scenarios.

And about fandom the fandom talking more about namkook than jikook....they also talk 2 times a month about jk changing colours during gcfh than they ever do for gcft (which should be the talk of the Town), also jk changed colour during jm's appearance in the same gcfh but no one ever acknowledged that. They talk more about RM joining jk's live more than they talk about how jk dedicated a whole ass live of his to watcha jm's content now imagine if he did that for namjoon how you would have never heard the end of it but they won't talk about it cause obviously it's jikook. They talk more about jk mentioning namjoon's thigh than they ever talk about jm's obvious love declarations for jk since yrs, Even now they won't talk about jikook travel show but imagine if it was any other pair lol

That jungkook cooking for members was funny af cause idk if you're new or what when jungkook has been cooking for them for yrs now?

Thing is anon they don't talk about other pairs more because there's nothing special in jkk's friendship but they don't talk about jkk is beacuse it's not one of the fandom chosen ship which is taekook, namjin, yoonmin and sope. If the things jkk did was done by any of the mentioned pair you would not have heard the end of it but since it's jikook which has went till hickey moment nothing surprises the fandom more than that. They knows it too well that it's jkk so they always gonna do some gay shit which the only time they acknowledged is during dvd but they won't say it out loud cause it's not their ship.

Hope you had good time with jikook and you'll have good exit too and i hope you do take that exit and don't lurk here.

Lmfao! Okay, last anon to anon I'll post 💜

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chelledoggo · 6 months

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so i found something really cool at one of my local antique stores today.

this was a promotional kit for the 1999 Warner/MGM home video release of the Beatles Yellow Submarine movie.

it included a promotional VHS "featurette," as well as inserts about how to sell/market the VHS/DVDs/merch for Yellow Submarine and some stuff for other MGM releases.

more pics below the cut!

first we have the VHS labelled "Promotional Featurette Only." i'm not sure what that entails, and i don't have a working VCR to check with. (even if i did, i don't wanna risk ruining the tape.) judging by how short the tape is, i'm guessing it's mostly information for retailers.

here are the Yellow Submarine-related inserts/flyers that were included.

first is an intro letter that includes release/pricing details for Yellow Submarine and other titles.

next is this ad sheet including box art and barcodes.

this part's really cool. it's a full-color booklet that showcases the videos, some of the merch and displays, and the DVD specs and bonus features.

also included were some inserts about other MGM home releases. not as interesting, but i'll include them anyway. they're a time capsule to a part of the 90s we don't get to see much - the stuff meant for store employees.

overall i'm glad i was able to find this. the outer box is a bit roughed up but the stuff inside is in really good condition!

really got lucky with this find!

you can find a little more info on this kit right here.

#the beatles #beatles #yellow submarine #vhs #dvd #promotional material #press kit #90s

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tea-stained-notes · 5 months

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Steve Rogers x OFC - Waiting On a Miracle, Chapter 5

After catching an infamous serial killer in the act, Julie Castillo is in line for the witness protection program. She is sent to a temporary safe house with U.S. Marshal Steve Rogers to protect her. Both of them scarred by trauma and tragedy, they find solace in each other. But how far will they dare to go?

A shorter one, but at least you're getting an update in record time :D Also, I finally got around to making a tag list for this - if you'd like to be added or removed, please let me know!

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4

Series warnings: violence, death, angst, trauma, smut

Chapter warnings: anxiety, trauma

Chapter word count: ~1600

Song(s) referenced: Waving Through a Window (Dear Evan Hansen) Santa Fe (Newsies), Where Did the Rock Go (School of Rock), Empty Chairs At Empty Tables (Les Misérables)

Tag List: @multifanworld @peguem-o-pombo-agora @cvanstagram @yslvtre @wandasrogers @littleredone88 @before-we-get-started @sophham @missaprilt23 @chrissusmissus @dvmb-whxre @daddydraco0 @quicksilversthings @thechoosenonecreator @rosellia-hudsons @lokirogersgirl @333vadubios

A couple of days later Natasha came by with a DVD player and a stack of movies. “I got about half of your list — even that should keep your busy for weeks,” she greeted us, then turned to Steve. “Never pegged you as a Disney guy, Rogers.” “Glad our relationship still retains some mystery,” he shot back with an easy grin. Natasha’s eyes widened infinitesimally, her gaze flickering between the two of us. “What have you done to him? I’ve never seen this man so chill in my life.” I chuckled awkwardly, heat rising in my cheeks. “Well, ya know how it is. Give a man a cute cottage and some books and suddenly his inner snappy Belle breaks out.” She stared at me for a moment, then burst into roaring laughter. “I like this one,” she said to Steve as she shouldered him out of the way to carry in our things. Our eyes met and I found a strange expression behind his amusement. “Yeah, me too,” he mumbled so softly I feared I had imagined it. Then Natasha dropped her big box onto the kitchen counter, breaking the spell.

“Other than this treasure trove of entertainment I’m also bringing some good news.” “And what’s that?” Steve asked, closing the door before gently guiding me towards his colleague. My skin caught on fire where his hand grazed the small of my back and I tried to ignore his comforting scent around me. A rather impossible task. “Okamoto called. They actually got some good leads on Parker. If all goes well, you’ve only got a few days left here.” “Oh,” I whispered. “Wow.” “Yeah, exciting stuff. I’m sure that’ll be a massive load off your shoulders.” “Definitely.” What I couldn’t tell her was that if that load was finally lifted, another heavy one would settle in its place. My old life seemed light years away and without Steve I wasn’t sure it would ever feel like home again. “So you might wanna get cracking on your little cinema experience soon.” She winked at us. “I put some popcorn in there as well.” “Thanks, Nat,” Steve said, his voice a little rough around the edges. “You’re the best.” “And don’t I know it.” She snatched one of the cookies we had made, then sauntered back towards the door. “Be good, kids. I’ll let you know if there’s any new developments.”

A long moment of silence followed her departure. Thoughts whirled around my brain at a million miles per second. I tried to convince myself that these were indeed good news. That with Parker safely behind bars I might finally be able to sleep through the night again. That I would soon see my friends, go back to work and… And what? With some distance I felt nothing but stuck in a life that wasn’t really leading anywhere. Talking about my past with Steve had brought up things I hadn’t allowed myself to fully feel in a very long time. I had been pushing them down for so long without realising how their leaden weight had held me in the same place for years. “How are you feeling?” I flinched, then slowly looked up at Steve. He was close, studying me with concern. “Strange. Relieved, I guess. But I…” My lip began to quiver. “I’m not sure if… if I can just go back.” “Yeah. I understand.” And when his eyes sank into mine I felt that he actually did. After all these hours together he could read me better than I was able to. I blinked away tears, gluing my gaze to the floorboards. “Would you like to talk about it?” “I don’t think so. Not now.” “Okay.” Out of habit I once more glanced at the piano. The strange object that was both siren and anchor in this room, calling out to me with the same force as the old piano in my house once had. I could almost see my younger self on that stool, my mom by my side, both of us smiling while treading the familiar path of a duet. “May I play something?” I surprised myself with the question spilling from my lips before the thought had even fully formed. I felt more than saw Steve nod, apparently too stunned to reply. A strange itch consumed me from the inside out, born of frustration and restlessness, of panic and longing. I didn’t know what I wanted to play, only that I needed to play, to sing, anything to release this painful tension. With newfound purpose I marched over to the piano, snapped it open and began to play before I had even fully sat down. Song after song poured out of me and I had never been so thankful for all the composers and lyricists who had labored to condense these emotions I could barely name into timeless ballads. Waving Through a Window turned into Santa Fe, then into Where Did the Rock Go. By the time I finally had to take a breath and stretch out my shaking fingers, I felt lighter, almost floating.

Steve had sat down on the sofa, watching me with a certain kind of wonder when I dared to turn to him. “Sorry about th—“ “No. Absolutely not. Don’t apologize.” He inhaled deeply, then gave me the softest of smiles. “That was incredible.” I blushed, my hands a tangled mess in my lap. “And it seemed very cathartic.” “Yeah. It really was.” I shrugged. “That’s one of the many reasons I’ve always loved musicals. There’s a song for every emotion, every situation. It’s not just the same tired pop songs you’ve heard a thousand times in a thousand variations. Theatre songs tell stories, real stories. Even mine.” Steve nodded thoughtfully. “I used to like that, too.” “But you’d forgotten.” “Somehow yes.” “I think I kind of had as well. Until that… outburst on our first day here. I used to do that all the time, just express whatever I was feeling through a specific song.” “People always find it weird when characters in a film or on stage do that but honestly, maybe we’d be a better society if everyone could just let out their feelings through song every now and then.” We both grinned. Steve sat back in the sofa, his legs casually pulled up beneath him. I once more marveled at the domesticity of our strange arrangement. “Would you mind doing a few more songs?” “Really?” “Only if you want to.” I was stunned to find that I did in fact want to. As if a dam had broken inside, letting something to flow through me that I hadn’t felt in ages. I nodded fervently. “Okay, you seem to really like ballads. So what's the saddest song from a musical?” “Wow, going right where it hurts, huh?” I blew out some air, contemplating for a few seconds. “There's so many good ones. And obviously the ones you relate to most hit the hardest. But a classic would be Empty Chairs at Empty Tables from Les Mis.” “What's that one about?” Steve smirked. “A failing restaurant?” “Not quite. Wait, let's see if I can still play it.” I sat down at the piano and ran my fingers over the keys, closing my eyes as I tried to recall the notes.

“There's a grief that can't be spoken,” I began softly. “There's a pain goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables. Now my friends are dead and gone… Here they talked of revolution. Here it was they lit the flame. Here they sang about tomorrow and tomorrow never came.” I slowly increased the volume in both my voice and the piano, getting lost in the piece. “From the table in the corner they could see a world reborn. And they rose with voices ringing and I can hear them now. The very words that they had sung became their last communion on this lonely barricade at dawn. Oh my friends, my friends, forgive me that I live and you are gone. There's a grief that can't be spoken, there's a pain goes on and on. Phantom faces at the window, phantom shadows on the floor. Empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will meet no more. Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me what your sacrifice was for. Empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will sing no more…” I let the last note ring out for a long moment, revelling in the ballad’s echo. And then I heard it. Broken sobs. I spun around, my gaze flying to Steve. His cheeks glistened with tears, teeth buried in his bottom lip to stifle the violent noises almost breaking through. “Hey, hey…” I whispered in shock. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—” A breath later I found myself kneeling in front of him, my hands gently holding his clammy, trembling ones. “Steve, I'm so sorry.” He shook his head and took a shuddering breath, falling back into the couch. I moved to sit beside him, trying to keep some distance but he never let go of my hands. We sat like that for a long time, our knees pressed together, while Steve slowly calmed himself. My thumbs kept caressing his knuckles, as naturally as breathing. “You were right, it hits much harder when you relate to it,” he eventually said, voice raspy from crying. I glanced up at his bloodshot eyes. “Will you tell me about it?”

#steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers imagine #steve roger smut #soft steve rogers #broadway #musical theatre

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mygreatadventurehasbegun · 10 months

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Thoughts on Catch-22

That was...an experience.

Honestly, I think that’s the best way to describe it. I haven’t read the book yet, and all I really knew about it was what I read on the back of the DVD, so I went in pretty cold. I knew it was a black comedy and that it was a satire, but I really didn’t know what to expect.

This movie is bonkers.

And I mean that in a good way. Maybe in the best way.

I don’t really know where to start.

I guess the best place to start is with Alan Arkin.

He is so fucking good in this movie. Yes, he was good in everything...but his portrayal of Yossarian is so nuanced...he’s funny, irreverent, dark, sympathetic, charming...it’s a fantastic performance.

And let’s be honest, the casting in general is top-notch. In addition to Alan Arkin, you have Anthony Perkins, Martin Sheen, Bob Newhart, Martin Balsam, Art Garfunkel (which made me do a double take when I saw him on the box cover) and Orson Welles...talked about a stacked cast.

Of course, I love seeing Anthony Perkins in anything...it was nice seeing him do something a little bit lighter. And seeing him do a scene with Martin Balsam made me smile...a little Psycho reunion, ten years later. *Side note, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: when are we getting the Anthony Perkins biopic starring Andrew Garfield?? Holy shit do they look alike*.

And while this movie is very funny...there are some great bits of subtle comedy that really got me (Bob Newhart as Major Major comes to mind)...I was actually kind of shocked when the tone drastically shifted to some really dark stuff. That scene between Alan Arkin and Charles Grodin legitimately made me gasp. (Brief TW) When Aardvark says: “I only raped her once”, my hands flew to my mouth, and I was frozen for the rest of the scene. Just the frankness at which he delivered his dialogue was such a contrast to the rest of the movie.

And of course, the scene in the airplane with Yossarian and Snowden was a major gut punch. I was not expecting that level of gore in that final flashback...again, huge gasp and absolutely frozen...and Arkin’s reaction is heartbreaking.

And I have to admit, I actually thought this movie was going to end differently than it did. *Spoilers for a 53 year old movie* Given the way it started, with Yossarian being stabbed, I thought it was basically his life flashing before his eyes and the movie was going to end with him dying. But lo and behold, he survives and decides to try and row to Sweden! Because why not?

All in all, I really enjoyed this one. It could maybe have been cut down a little bit (I thought I had arrived at the movie a couple times), but it was a fun trip! I’m glad I watched it with the subtitles on though, because a lot happens in this movie.

I think this is one that I will enjoy more with multiple viewings!

#catch 22 #alan arkin #anthony perkins #thoughts #movies

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janetbrown711 · 1 year

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The Monsters Gone, He's on the Run

MK and Mei go to school and it goes the opposite of well

Tw for bullying, ableism, and (past) child abuse

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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Pigsy and MK dug through every remaining box in the entire apartment until they found his uniform in three separate boxes: cookware, towels and books.

Look, the chef never once claimed he was good at organization. In fact, it was stated several times in the previous chapter, so… yeah.

The whole ordeal took roughly an hour, so after they all had a quick meal, Tang had to go back to his place and he parted from the trio.

“Mr. Piggy, can we watch a movie?” MK asked just as Pigsy was going to make them go to bed.

“Kid, it’ll be super late by the time it’d end and you two got school tomorrow,” Pigsy pointed at the both of them.

“Awwwww, not even a widdle iddy biddy kids movie?” Mei gave her puppy dog eyes and Pigsy forced himself to look away.

“I–” Pigsy sighed. “Fine– a short one though– and after it’s over, it’s straight to bed,” Pigsy crossed his arms and the kids saluted him.

“Yessir, Mr. Piggy Boss,” MK grinned, making the chef roll his eyes and suppress a chuckle. The kids quickly ransacked the pile of DVDs Pigsy had recently purchased, before putting on some animated Disney movie about a blue alien and a girl or something in Hawai’i. Pigsy was wiped out from all of the day’s emotions, and so set an alarm for an hour so he could wake everyone up and make them go to bed before resting his eyes on the new, incredibly comfortable couch.

.o0o.

Pigsy wanted to murder the man who made his alarm tone with his bare hands. It seemed he was always sleeping in utter peace until the alarm went off and suddenly every muscle in his body– especially his neck and back– hurt. With a grunt, the Pig demon reached into his– wait a minute–

Pigsy forced his eyes open, startled to find he was still on the couch with bright morning light glaring down, and MK curled up against him and Mei curled up against MK.

Shit shit shit shit shit—

Pigsy immediately shot up, easily waking MK before he had to shake Mei’s shoulder.

“Mmm? Wuzzup?” Mei rubbed her eyes.

“We got a half hour before we need to leave– I need to find the address again– and you two need to eat– just– yeah– go get ready,” Pigsy rubbed his face while MK and Mei got up and left for their rooms. Glad they were listening, he turned off his alarm, and the TV (God the electric bill was gonna be sky high) before he started making them toast.

Once that got started Pigsy checked his phone to see what had gone wrong when he realized he had set the alarm for AM, not PM.

Well that’s just fun.

With a sigh, the pig turned off the alarm and changed out of yesterday's chef's shirt into a fresh one and splashed water on his face before he heard the toaster ding and buttered those for MK and Mei when they finally entered the kitchen.

“Ooo, toast,” MK pulled out a bar stool from under the kitchen island to sit and eat.

Mei eyed the bread up while pulling on her long black hair curiously.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s no rice porridge or dim sum but we’re on a time crunch– and it’s just warmed bread– so– please just eat it,” Pigsy pleaded with the girl, who shrugged and ate. With a nod, Pigsy went over to his laptop and pulled up all the information on the school he had saved– most importantly the address.

Pigsy had been wise in choosing this apartment complex, as it was only three blocks away from the academy– but they still had to get an elevator in time and– ugh

Pigsy had to meet with the principal.

Great.

Perfect, even.

“You two ready yet?” Pigsy asked, still looking out at some of the paperwork.

“This bread is really good,” Mei grinned at the chef with a mouthful of toast, which Pigsy decided not to comment on.

“Alright– well hurry up– we’re gonna have to get going soon,” Pigsy said, glancing at the clock yet again.

“Mr. Piggy? Why do we have to go to school,” MK asked, taking another bite of the toast.

“Because it’s Mei’s parent’s wishes, and I’ll be damned before I get on the bad side of a heavenly monarchy,” Pigsy snorted.

“But my Mama and Baba are– gone,” Mei tilted her head.

Pigsy bit his cheek.

“Look– your parents have a lot of hopes and dreams for you kid– a whole plan and stuff that I have to try to make sense of and keep in order and stuff,” He looked at Mei. “And besides, whether or not they specifically mentioned and paid for this school, you two still legally gotta go– so there’s no escaping this for you either, MK,” Pigsy scratched the back of his neck. MK sighed dramatically.

“Okayyyyyyyy,” He accepted his fate and ate a final bite of toast.

“Alright, get your bags– they should still have everything–” Pigsy looked at the papers again, but couldn’t really read because of how frantic he was. With a sigh, he shoved all of the papers into a bag of his own before meeting the kids at the door.

“You two ready?” He asked.

“Yessir, Mr. Piggy,” MK grinned, which Mei copied.

“Alright, let’s do this then.”

.o0o.

Everyone and their mother was staring at Pigsy, MK and Mei.

The moment they stepped onto the school’s block, it was like every parent or maid or worker or whatever within a 20 foot radius immediately whipped their heads in their direction, and then turned to each other to pretend like they weren’t absolutely gossipping about them.

When he set foot beyond the gate, the stares got worse, as school children were much worse at filtering and hiding their gawking.

At least Mei was kind of having a good time, waving at friends she hadn’t seen in awhile. She was certainly doing better than MK, who grabbed Pigsy’s hand and hid behind him– which caught him off guard, but the kid clearly needed it, so he gave his hand a squeeze.

“So… uh… I guess kids ‘round these parts don’t see demons often, do they Mei?” Pigsy forced a smile on his face in a pathetic attempt to not look intimidating.

“Nope! Though I did know one boy who had a demon maid, but that was rare and she apparently didn’t last long,” Mei shrugged.

“Fun,” Pigsy sighed as they finally made it to the front door.

MK squeezed Pigsy’s hand, which made him laugh a little and squeeze right back.

Once in the building, the trio made a beeline to the front desk, and after some more gawking, they were let in and waited only a short time before they were guided to Headmaster Jiangxi.

“Ah, Mr. Zhu, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” the headmaster said, offering his hand, which Pigsy shook before they all had a seat.

“Miss Long, it’s always a pleasure to see you,” Mr. Jiangxi nodded at her, “And you must be Mister Qi.”

“I-i prefer MK,” he said, his hands fiddling with the buttons on his blazer.

“Ah, here at Megapolis City Academy, we like to make sure all of our students are treated with respect and as adults,” The principal informed, which Pigsy wasn’t sure he liked or not.

“Right– well, uhm– you got their schedule?” Pigsy decided to change the subject.

“Yes, yes, Miss Long and Mister Qi are in the same class, as per your request,” he pulled out a sheet of paper from a manilla folder and handed it to MK.

“I also have resources for tutoring services for Xiaotian, as this school is very advanced and we only want the best for our students,” He said, handing Pigsy a paper, which he took with a huff.

“How do you know he’ll struggle? MK’s a smart kid,” Pigsy gave him a look.

“Mr. Zhu, I’m sure you’re aware it’s best to be prepared for any and all future circumstances,” The headmaster gave him a look right back.

Great job, Pigsy. Way to impress.

“Anyways, in normal circumstances, I would provide a full briefing to you, Mister Qi, about all the classes you will be taking and where to find them, but I trust that Miss Long here will do a fine job of that on her own,” he nodded at the girl, who smiled.

“Yes sir, Headmaster Jiangxi!”

The principal nodded in approval. “Well then, you two are dismissed so I can talk to your… guardian alone.”

Pigsy didn’t know why he hesitated to say guardian– it was the right word. After all, it was painfully obvious he wasn’t their dad or anything– even just thinking about them or anyone else calling Pigsy ‘dad’ just felt wrong.

“O-oh– um– okay,” MK got up from his chair.

“Wait– one more thing, Mister Qi,” The principal suddenly stopped the boy.

“H-huh? What?” MK blinked.

“That bandana– that’s not part of our school uniform.”

“O-o-oh…” MK tensed, glancing at Pigsy.

“Is it really hurting anyone?” Pigsy looked at the principal.

Headmaster Jiangxi looked MK up and down a couple of times before sighing. “Perhaps for this first day or so an exception can be made– until he can get a proper haircut, that is.” Again, he gave Pigsy a look.

“T-thanks Headmaster Jiangxi,” MK bowed before smiling a little at Pigsy.

“C’mon MK– class is gonna start soon,” Mei grabbed his hand, before remembering to bow to the headmaster too and heading out of the office.

And now he was alone.

“So… Mr. Zhu… I’m sure you’re well aware that your situation is a highly unusual one here at the academy,” He said, typing something on his computer.

“Yeah, I think all of the stares and gawking made that clear,” Pigsy snorted.

“Yes, well one certainly can’t blame them– you are rather unhuman,” He said matter-of-factly.

Pigsy’s eye twitched and he dug his nails into his arm so he didn’t say something stupid.

“For safety precautions we do background checks on any and all adults that enroll children in the academy, and I must ask– how is it that Mr. and Mrs. Long knew you?” The principal lowered his reading glasses.

Oh fuck– how was he supposed to explain this–

“L-look– I– um– if you talk to their lawyer, Miss Gatita, I’m sure she can put it better than I can,” Pigsy nervously laughed.

Headmaster Jiangxi eyed him. “I supposed it would take a lawyer to explain why a pig demon with a past of misdemeanors, veteran status, and now chef would know members of the dragon clan.”

“Haha, yeah.” Pigsy knew this situation was strange, but every time someone put it into words, he was reminded of how insane it was all over again.

“And it is out of respect we allowed Xiaotian and Mei to be enrolled, but it’s important to know we have a zero tolerance policy for bullying or fighting or roughhousing or any other types of disorderly behavior– that includes bandanas,” He informed coldly.

“MK and Mei couldn’t hurt a fly even if they wanted to,” Pigsy waved off his worry. “And ‘sides– is the bandana really hurting anyone? It might be the last thing he owns from his folks.”

The principal sat and pondered that for a moment. “He still needs a proper haircut– and Miss Long should have her hair tied into either pigtails or ponytails or at the very least with a ribbon.”

“I– yeah, I’ve been meaning to get around to that… hard running a business and adopting two kids and then moving and all,” Pigsy admitted.

“Yes, yes, and we do understand that, it’s just that rules will have to be rules, and if their future with us is to be long, then both the children and you must come to understand them completely.”

“I understand rules, I just– I don’t know– is it really hurting?” The chef asked hesitantly.

The headmaster sighed. “Order and structure are the foundations of this academy, and if the boy cannot bear to part with it, then perhaps he is not a proper fit for this school.”

Pigsy hated that tone.

“Alright, alright, I get it– no headband,” He sighed in defeat while the headmaster nodded, satisfied.

“Good, we have just one more matter to be addressed and that’s our emergency contact list,” He said, opening a filing cabinet digging for the proper paper and clipboard before handing it to Pigsy. “You need to have three total backup contacts to reach in case of an emergency. Yours is already on file, of course, but three others are required.”

“Ah– um– okay,” Pigsy looked down at it, feeling deeply uncomfortable at the realization that he didn’t know if he knew three other people.

The headmaster cleared his throat, getting the chef’s attention when he realized he was handing him a pen.

So he had to do this now.

Great.

Pigsy took it with a forced smile and dug out his phone to look through his contacts.

He had a grand total of seven– Tang, Gatita, his now ex-landlord, his repair guy, his father, his mother, and Sandy.

Yeah there was no fucking way Sandy was going to be put on this list– or his parents, for that matter.

Oh god– he hadn’t even told them… had he?

Bah, they didn’t need to know– not now, anyways. In fact, a part of him hoped he’d never have to tell them– but if he knew his family, it was only a matter of time.

As Pigsy looked over the phone numbers the more he was forced to confront that in an emergency basically none of them should be contacted– except for maybe Gatita but even then what could a family lawyer do? And it wasn’t like she said anywhere in the paperwork to put her down as an emergency contact– maybe she’d be good as the 2nd backup. Like– it’s a real emergency at that point– that made sense.

His first thought for the first spot was Tang– but he hadn’t asked him about that stuff yet– and it seemed like a huge leap in their relationship to put him down– but he did say he wanted to help however he could, so…

Pigsy forced himself to write Tang’s information at the top.

And then there was the bottom spot.

Pigsy looked at the ceiling and said a quick prayer to the stars in heaven that there would never, ever be any circumstances in which the school would have to call this last number: his mother.

Pigsy loved his M’ma and all– but he was not ready to explain this to him at all– Maybe even ever.

He handed the paper and clipboard back to the principal, who looked over it with a slight frown– or maybe that’s just his neutral expression, Pigsy didn’t know.

“Family friend, lawyer, and then grandparents?” He looked at the chef.

“Well– they aren’t blood related to ‘em– plus I’m just a guardian so it’s more like grand-guardians– plus they live in a different city– and the kids know Tang, and Gatita is again the lawyer they vaguely know and– it’s what I have, alright?” Pigsy crossed his arms.

“Very well then,” He sighed, filing away the document. “Do you have any more questions for us?”

Only a billion.

“No.”

“Good,” Headmaster Jiangxi nodded, typed a few more things, then stood to shake the demon’s hand again.

Pigsy shook it.

“Much luck to you, Mr. Zhu; it’s been a pleasure,” The headmaster smiled.

“Right. Thanks,” Pigsy nodded before heading out of the office, finally feeling like he could breathe again.

Alone again.

Wow, that was a strange feeling. Pigsy hadn’t been alone in a week at least– well this was certainly strange. He would’ve dwelled more but he had a restaurant to open, and so headed out, hoping the kids would be okay.

.o0o.

MK received strange looks the moment he and Mei set foot into the classroom, and suddenly he wished he had the monkey king’s power to turn into a bird and fly far, far away from here– or at least to Pigsy’s Noodles.

“Ah, Miss Long, it’s a pleasure to have you back,” The teacher nodded at Mei, “And you must be Qi Xiaotian.”

“J-just MK’s okay,” he said, scrunching his toes in his shoes.

“No, no, we don’t use nicknames in classrooms,” She shook her head and wrote something down. “You’ll be seated next to Mei, Xiaotian. Please take a seat.”

MK frowned, but Mei took his hand and guided him to his seat, which was just about elbow-to-elbow with another taller and bigger student who looked at him and huffed.

“Ah– sorry,” MK apologized, though he couldn’t say what for.

“Oh don’t mind Qiang, MK– he’s kind of a jerkwad,” Mei whispered, to which MK nodded.

“Just my luck,” MK whisper-laughed.

After that lovely set of interactions, the math lesson began, instantly informing the poor boy that he was already way over his head and levels behind everyone else– what even was multiplication?

Mei was doing fine though– she filled out her worksheets perfectly in less than five minutes before she slid the paper towards MK and he started copying her and her answers because of how lost he was.

After a minute of this, Mei swiped the paper a bit to get MK’s attention.

“What?” He whispered.

“Change some of your answers– I don’t wanna get caught.”.

“No whispering, Miss Long,” The teacher shot her a look from her desk.

“Sorry Mrs. Yang!” Mei loudly replied and the teacher just shook her head and sighed.

MK got the message though, and so scribbled out a few of his answers to be replaced with numbers that he figured were close enough before they were taken away and given to the teacher.

After those were collected, she wrote more equations on the blackboard and selected volunteers– but when those ran out, she selected people–

And amongst those lucky few was MK.

This was it. He was going to die today. He and Mei and Mr. Piggy tried their best, but he was toast.

“W-wait-! Can I go up instead?” Mei immediately shot up and volunteered.

“Miss Long, you know the rules of this classroom– sit down,” Again the teacher glared and Mei sighed and sat back down.

“Sorry, I tried,” His best friend gave him a look of pity which MK appreciated.

MK sucked in a breath and joined his fellow classmates at the blackboard before picking up a piece of chalk and selecting a problem to solve.

6 x 3.

What the heck did the ‘x’ even mean? Why are letters in math? Multiplication was a lot different than addition, so he knew the answer couldn’t be nine. The seven-year-old tried glancing around at other kid’s answers, startled to realize more than half had already gone back to their seats.

No biggie, MK, you just gotta figure it out– plus, it’s not like getting it wrong is the end of the world, right?

He looked around and saw a similar problem– 6 x 5, which they said was 30. That didn’t make even the slightest bit of sense to MK, but he was running out of time. With some thinking, he wrote 23, and went to sit– though froze when he heard laughter.

“Settle, class,” The teacher glared (must be her favorite expression) and the class silenced, though Qiang and a couple other boys still had mean grins on their faces, making MK really, really wish he had the Monkey King’s powers as he continued going to sit again.

“Wait, Xiaotian,” Mrs. Yang ordered, and MK was pretty sure he wanted to die now, thank you.

“Can someone explain to Xiaotian what it is he got wrong?” She said, selecting stupid Qiang as her volunteer.

“Six times three is eighteen, not twenty three– How’d you even get that number?” He crossed his arms.

“W-well, I– uh–” MK tapped his fingers against his thumb anxiously, looking back at the board.

“Mrs. Yang, he doesn’t even know,” Qiang said before MK could attempt to explain himself. “Should he even be here?”

Mei shot daggers at Qiang whereas the teacher sighed and rubbed her eyes.

“Qiang, everybody has a right to be in this classroom, even if they’re behind like Xiaotian here.”

Was that supposed to be helpful..?

“Take a seat Xiaotian,” Mrs. Yang instructed, and normally MK would’ve loved that, but now he much preferred the idea of running into the hall, down the stairs, past the office, and out of this school forever. He may not have been math smart, but he was least smart enough to know that wasn’t an option, and so walked back to his desk, his heart pounding in his ears.

“Nice going haircut,” Qiang snickered as he took his seat.

“You wanna go, Qiang?” Mei threatened as MK clasped his head between his hands.

“Like I’m scared of a girl,” Qiang rolled his eyes.

“Miss Long, do I need to make a call to the office again?” Mrs. Yang raised her voice, and Mei shriveled.

“N-no, Mrs. Yang, I-i can be quiet, I promise,” She lowered her head and folded her hands on her desk. MK glanced at Mei and the teacher as she got back to work.

“Why’s she mad at you?” he mouthed.

Mei sighed. “Loud.”

It was true, Mei was loud and chatty and most times unaware of it, but that never bothered MK. He liked hearing her chat about her family or her latest interest– it was refreshing when he was burnt out by his parents or from talking about the Monkey King or school. He didn’t see why it mattered so much– or why she had to threaten her to the office– it wasn’t like she was– well okay, she might’ve started a fight– but Qiang started it! Ugh, school was the worst.

The other subjects passed in a washed out blur, as MK found it much more interesting to examine the classroom decor or look out the window at the bustling city surrounding them than pay any bit of attention. After a couple of hours, everyone got up and headed to the locker rooms to change for gym class.

Which also meant MK and Mei were split up.

Greaaaaaaaaaaaat…

MK looked around the locker room nervously before selecting one in a secluded corner, which quickly proved itself to be a mistake, as he was quickly surrounded by Qiang and his goons.

“You’re like– really stupid, aren’t you Xiaotian?” Qiang crossed his arms.

“I– guess so?” MK shrugged, which made the others laugh.

“What’s that bandana for? It makes you look as stupid as your face,” He tried to grab it but MK stepped back.

“I-i just wear it cuz it’s cool,” he lied.

“Ooo, Xiao-naodai has secrets,” Qiang laughed.

MK suddenly missed being Xiaotian.

“He probably uses it to hide how dirty he is,” One of his friends chimed in.

“Dirty-?” MK looked at him, confused.

“Yeah, he even smells dirty– especially his hair, I mean seriously– how poor are you?” Qiang smirked.

“N-not at all! I live in a pent-apartment-house– whatever it’s called– three blocks away-! I-i go here a-and wear your fancy clothes-!” MK said, suddenly aware he was fully surrounded.

His classmates laughed at him.

“Right,” Qiang smirked. “You can wear our clothes, come to our school, but you’re nothing but a demon spawn, Xiao-naodai.”

Wait, what?

“D-do you think Mr. Piggy is my– dad?” MK scratched his head. The bullies took a step back and looked at each other.

“Doesn’t matter. Raised by a pig, smell like a pig, get treated like a pig– and pigs belong in pens,” Qiang shoved MK back into the lockers, locks hitting his shoulder blades.

“H-hey–!” MK tried to defend himself, when two of the bigger members of the group grabbed his arms, despite MK’s desperate squirms.

“Keep squealing, little piggy, nobody’ll hear,” Qiang laughed, ripping the bandana off of MK’s head.

“N-no! Give it back-!” MK screamed, kicking the bullies legs with a sudden burst of energy that caused them to fall. MK immediately booked it to Qiang to try and snatch it, but alas, he was taller and just held it above his head.

“Woah– Look at him Qiang– he’s got a scar-!” One of the boys pointed out. MK stepped back with dread and quickly ratted his fingers through his hair to try and cover it.

“No way! How’d you get that?”

“Did you crack your head open?”

“It looks so cool-!”

Voices were now swarming MK and he wanted nothing more than to pull his ears off and go back to Pigsy’s Noodles, where everything was calm and safe and he could breathe and Mr. Piggy could compliment his drawing and give him nice food and Mr. Tang could come by and tell him stories and just–

If there was one rule MK’s parents made him follow above their fifty others, it was that he wasn’t supposed to ever, ever let anyone see his scar.

“You’ll ruin us, kid. Is that what you want? You want Mama and Baba in prison?”

“Listen to your Baba, kid. You don’t want to go to that shithole– nobody would want to adopt a punk like you anyways.”

“B-but you–”

“HA-! We thought you’d actually be useful, but now we know you’re just a cryin’ and whinin’ little shithead– so keep your mouth shut, got it kid?”

“‘Sides, your own folks clearly didn’t want ya– leaving you naked and muddy on the street– you should be grateful we took you in– and you owe us, big time.”

“O-okay–”

A slap.

“It’s ‘Yes Mama.’”

“Y-yes Mama…”

“Very good, Xiaotian. Looks like you have some brain in there after all.”

MK tried to run, but the previous bullies had recovered and grabbed him again, shoving him in a locker and clicking it shut.

“You’ll get this back when you finally get some smarts,” Qiang waved his red bandana in front of the ventilation slits.

“L-let me go-! I-i didn’t do anything-!” MK pleaded, pushing against the door, but the boys just laughed and laughed and laughed so MK just covered his ears and rocked as best he could in such a tight space until they all left and the lights went out.

O-okay MK– not something you aren’t used to– j-just gotta wade it out.

MK shook his head. He wasn’t with his parents anymore– he was with Mr. Piggy, and Mr. Piggy wouldn’t want him like this.

MK took a breath before he started throwing himself against the locker, severely bruising his arm and sides, but after twenty or so tries, the door popped right–

Off.

MK somehow managed to break the locker door so now it was only attached to the rest of the unit by the very lock that had sealed his prison.

Huh. Weird.

Once free, the motion sensor lights turned right back on, making MK almost hiss in annoyance. He shook his head, changing back into his regular uniform and going–

Where on earth could he go? He couldn’t go to class, that was certain– but he couldn’t stay here– they’d see he escaped.

MK’s breathing was becoming very troubled, and he tried shaking his hands to rid himself of the panicked feelings. He didn’t do that for long though– as the door swung open and MK immediately leapt behind a row of lockers and shoved a hand over his mouth.

“MK-? Are you in here? I’m not allowed to look so you better answer me.”

Oh thank the great sage–

“Mei!” MK ran towards his friend, pulling her into the locker room and giving her a tight hug.

“There you are– why aren’t you dressed for gym? Where were you? Qiang said something about ditching and demons which I knew was really stupid so I got permission to look for you– where’s your bandana?!” Mei gasped.

“I-i-i–” MK sniffled. “I-i need a haircut.”

Mei blinked. “Weird, but–”

“Right now.”

“...Like– now, now?”

MK nodded.

“Okay– lemme just– Oh-! I should have some scissors in my bag,” Mei snapped and grabbed MK’s hand, leading him out of the locker room and up the stairs back to their classroom– which was empty and unlocked somehow– and grabbed a bright green pair of scissors.

“C’mon– let’s go to the bathroom– they can’t find us there,” Mei grinned, taking his hand again and leading him down the winding hall to the girls bathroom, where they plopped onto the floor of the wheelchair stall.

“So– uh– you want it short, or..?” Mei asked, examining his mop of chestnut hair.

MK shrugged, and so Mei just got to cutting it as best she could with safety scissors. He could tell it wasn’t easy with how many times she snipped the same spot and growled in frustration, but she seemed to be managing, and MK was fine with that.

“You know...You never told me you had a scar,” Mei brought up the obvious after a while of silence.

“Y-yeah, I– um– I fell on some glass once,” MK half lied.

“When?” Mei furrowed her brow and snipped some more.

“I-i dunno– a while ago,” MK shrugged.

Mei hummed a little, but didn’t say much other than that so MK just listened to the soothing sounds of the scissors sliding open and closed when his stomach rumbled.

He really, really wanted to go back to Pigsy’s Noodles.

“Lunch is soon– after you cut my hair we can eat,” Mei said, moving over to cut the right side of his hair.

“O-okay,” MK agreed, nervously tracing and retracing the brim of his blazer button with his thumb, before pausing. “Wait– why am I gonna cut your hair?”

Mei shrugged, snipping a chunk out. “I don’t want it long. I want it short, like when we met.”

“Oh, okay,” MK smiled a little, glad he wouldn’t be alone in this haircut journey.

“So why were you still in the locker room and not in your gym clothes?” Mei asked yet another question.

“O-oh– well, I– um–” MK now gripped the button tight. “I– I didn’t wanna go, so I hid in a locker.”

Mei frowned, “And you didn’t wanna tell me? Your bestest friend in the whole wide world?”

“N-no, I totally did-! I just– I can’t just go into the girls locker room,”He made up an excuse.

“Ohhh– yeah that makes sense,” Mei snipped another chunk. “Do you still want me to keep that floppy front piece?”

MK nodded.

“Cool cool,” She said, going to the left side to trim up there. “So… what happened to your bandana?”

MK tensed. “I– um– well, it’s against the school uniform and stuff so I figured I should just… get used to it.”

“But Headmaster Jiangxi said you could,” Mei frowned.

“Y-yeah, but Qiang and the other guys convinced me to take it off.”

Mei paused a bit, before shaking her head. “I don’t like those boys. You should put it back on.”

“I– uh– left it in the changing room.”

Mei started cutting his hair again. “That sucks. Guess we’ll get it tomorrow though.”

“Y-yeah…”

Tomorrow.

Great Sage on Flower Fruit Mountain above– how on earth was he going to survive tomorrow– or the day after that, or the day after that, or the day after–

“Aaaaaaaaand I think we’re done here!” Mei grinned, admiring her work.

“Wow– my head feels a lot lighter already, thanks Mei,” MK smiled back.

“My turn!” Mei handed MK the scissors and clapped, sitting down and MK took them hesitantly.

“How short do you want it?” MK asked, examining her long raven hair that had been her parent’s pride.

Mei snorted. “You remember how short it was when we met– do it like that.”

MK laughed. “Okie-dokie.”

He quickly raised the scissors to roughly her neck level and began chopping.

“Oh-! And also give me cool layers! I saw layers in a magazine– they look so cool,” Mei added and MK laughed and nodded, having fun watching chunks and layers of dark hair fall to the bathroom ground. As per her request, he also trimmed up her bangs a little bit– though even he noticed it was a little sloppy.

Still, by the end, they scooped up all of the hair and put in the super convenient trash cans that were in girls restrooms for some reason, and examined their new haircuts in the mirror.

“Woah! I look so cool!” Mei said, excitedly swishing her short hair around.

“What can I say? I’m an artiste,” MK said with a stupid french accent that made the best friends both erupt into laughter.

“You ready for lunch?” Mei said, holding her sides and wiping a tear.

“Yeah, let’s go,” MK grinned.

.o0o.

“I’m telling you Tang, it was like an interrogation in there– he kept askin’ me about my background and people I know and offerin’ me resources for MK’s education to help him ‘catch up’-- it was nuts,” Pigsy ranted to his favorite customer.

“That sounds almost like a lawsuit,” Tang sympathized.

“Like that’s gonna happen,” Pigsy huffed, pouring the broth into Tang’s bowl of noodles and adding the thyme as a garnish.

“Gotta stay optimistic– plus, you’ve got money and a lawyer now.”

“Gatita doesn’t specialize in discrimination– she’s just a family and financial only,” Pigsy interrupted, bringing the bowl to him.

“Bah, I’m sure she knows something about that stuff– that feels like basic law school education,” Tang said as Pigsy handed him a spoon too.

Pigsy shrugged. “She’s never mentioned it this far. ‘Sides, I don’t think ‘backhanded language’ counts for a lawsuit anyhow– and he… did make some points– I don’t know– I’m not a reliable source of info,” Pigsy shook his head and continued making a different order before his phone started ringing.

“Who’s calling?” Tang asked, mouth full of noodles.

Pigsy dug his phone from his pocket, and saw it wasn’t one of his seven contacts which–

Fuck.

“It’s gotta be the school,” Pigsy sighed, setting the stove to a simmer.

“Already?” Tang looked at the clock.

Pigsy sighed, answering with a “This is Pigsy.”

“Mr. Zhu, this is Megapolis City Academy here– Mei and Xiaotian, your– uh– ‘wards-?’ are here in the office awaiting disciplinary action.”

“Disciplinary action? On the first day? What could they’ve done?” Pigsy frowned, sharing a look with Tang.

“Ah, well– I think it’s best that you come in and see for yourself. How soon can you get here?”

Pigsy sighed. “Give me forty minutes.”

“Understood. Have a good day Mr. Zhu.”

“Yeah, you too. Bye,” Pigsy sighed and hung up.

“What’d they do?” Tang asked.

“Apparently I have to ‘be there to see it’,” Pigsy massaged his forehead.

“Oh no– are they hurt?” Tang gasped, and Pigsy was immediately regretful that he didn’t ask the same thing.

“Dunno. Just said I have to see it,” He said, looking around the kitchen and the orders that still needed to be made.

It was gonna be the lunch rush in an hour, and he was going to miss it completely.

“Sorry folks– the restaurant's closing. You can either come back after I reopen, or get your refunds now,” Pigsy announced to the handful of customers, who all looked at each other with confusion.

With a lot of grumbles and gripes some left, whereas others got their refunds and Pigsy saw them all out– except for Tang, who said he’d watch the place.

“And that should be all of ‘em,” Pigsy sighed, tossing the orders that got refunds into his waste bin. “Guess I gotta get going then.”

Tang grabbed his arm before he left though. “Don’t stress yourself too hard, alright? I’m sure whatever they did can’t be all that bad, right?”

“Right– right, you’re probably right,” Pigsy chuckled and headed out.

.o0o.

Tang was not right.

Pigsy didn’t know what he expected when he re-entered the headmaster’s office for the second time that day, but it certainly wasn’t this.

MK and Mei’s hair both looked like it was cut by a blind monkey– especially Mei, who had so many uneven layers Pigsy had to wonder how on earth such a thing could even happen.

But then he noticed Mei had a black eye and bruised fists, and that MK couldn’t lift his eyes from the floor, and was missing his bandana.

Now this was serious.

“Xiaotian? Mei? Would either of you like to explain to your guardian what happened in the cafeteria today?” Headmaster Jiangxi looked disapprovingly upon the kids, which made his blood boil as he took his seat in the middle chair.

“Wouldn’t’ve started if Qiang didn’t take MK’s bandana,” Mei crossed her arms.

“Young lady, that is not appropriate behavior,” The principal scolded.

“Hey– don’t antagonize ‘em– just tell me what happened– what happened with MK’s bandana?” Pigsy stood up for Mei.

Headmaster Jiangxi sighed. “Your wards here started a fist fight in the cafeteria over another student taking Xiaotian’s bandana in the locker room during gym– and also cut their hair in the school bathroom when they were also supposed to be in gym.”

“Yeah, I can see that they cut their hair– but why did this happen? And where’s this Qiang kid– is he gettin’ punished?” Pigsy huffed and looked around.

“Mr. Zhu, this is a serious offense of school policy,” the headmaster raised his voice.

“And stealing isn’t?” Pigsy crossed his arms.

“Well– yes, but we have a zero tolerance policy for bullying, Mr. Zhu.”

“But they were bullying MK-! He was so scared he kept lying to me– me, his bestest friend-! It was only when Qiang started waving his bandana around at the cafeteria and started teasing him from away that I knew what happened! I bet that’s why MK missed gym too! I bet they shoved him in a locker– oooooh those boys–” Mei’s eyes were flickering to emerald green and Pigsy quickly placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her before giving the principal a look.

“Miss Long, we know this, but this is also not your first instance of threatening to hurt these boys,” He warned.

Mei slumped in her chair and crossed her arms. “It’s what they deserve, the jerks,” she mumbled.

“Mei– maybe now’s not the best time for that kind of talk,” Pigsy warned and Mei sighed more, but thankfully kept quiet.

The principal huffed. “Xiaotian? Do you have anything you’d like to say?”

MK didn’t look up, didn’t talk, didn’t move– hell, it didn’t look like he was breathing.

“Well then, if you two would like to step out, I need to talk to your guardian alone,” He looked coldly at Pigsy.

Yay, more of that.

Mei left so huffy Pigsy could practically see the smoke coming out of her nose, whereas MK moved like a hybrid zombie and fawn– terrified but exhausted.

“You know, there was a phrase you used this very morning– ah– yes, ‘they couldn’t hurt a fly even if they wanted to’ – well now, isn't this something then, Mr. Zhu,” The headmaster gave Pigsy a look.

“Oh please– defending yourself and your friends from punk bullies is different than hurting flies,” Pigsy glared at the principal.

“I never said it wasn’t, Mr. Zhu, I’m just saying that you were wrong about your wards and they must face disciplinary action,” He sighed and pulled out green forms.

“So kids can’t stand up for themselves or their friends? What kind of school are you runnin’ here?” Pigsy bit.

“The best in all of Megapolis, Mr. Zhu– and the academy that I’m well aware was Mr. and Mrs. Long’s final wishes for their daughter– and Xiaotian– to attend,” He folded his hands on his desk.

Pigsy hated that the man had a point.

“Look, out of respect for Mr. and Mrs. Long and their family legacy, we won’t expel Mei. However, there must be heavy disciplinary action at home, and she will be given correctional homework on top of her regular schoolwork to ensure her mindset changes so we don’t have another repeat of this– as well as a one-day suspension,” He showed Pigsy the papers, but the demon shook his head.

“A suspension? The kids just lost their parents– surely you can get that emotions are a little on the fritz right now– I’m sure I can just talk to her and that’ll reason her enough– ‘sides MK’s never been here, he needs her,” Pigsy reasoned.

The principal took a deep breath. “Mr. Zhu, forgive me, but since you’re… new to all of this, and your background into account, we need to be certain that the children will be disciplined… properly.”

Pigsy’s hands clenched into fists but the demon bit his tongue.

“Xiaotian will face no consequences, as he had very little to do with the fight, and would be given our standard guide for his classes– though do know we will be charging you for expenses brought to the locker and lunch tables– and it’s also entirely possible Qiang’s parents will choose to press charges for the assault. Also the children’s hair will need to be fixed to apply to the school’s dress code,” He said matter-of-factly.

Pigsy ran a hand across his bald head before slowly nodding with a sigh. “Yeah, that makes enough sense– but how’s that Qiang kid gettin’ punished?” Pigsy asked.

“Similarly, including suspension– which is taking into account his broken nose.”

“Broken nose, eh?” Pigsy hid a smirk of pride.

“Yes. Say what you will, but that girl can pack quite the punch.”

“I don’t doubt it– dragon genes, and all,” Pigsy shrugged to himself.

“Yes… that, among other things,” Headmaster Jiangxi typed something into his computer.

Pigsy frowned. “I’ve had them for less than a week– and you said it wasn’t her first time yourself.”

“Yes, yes, I’m aware,” The principal eyed him. “I didn’t mention you, did I?”

Pigsy just scoffed.

“Look, Mr. Zhu, I’m going to be honest, really honest with you, if I may,” He tilted his computer away to let the demon know he was serious. Pigsy braced himself and nodded.

“You may think your situation is stable– that it was on the very will of Mr. and Mrs. Long– which of course is true. However, I guarantee you, the moment you or the children step just a bit too far past the line, this whole plan will fall apart. There’d be an investigation in which your past and present would be scrutinized to oblivion and you’dbe found an improper guardian figure. With your guardianship evaporated, Mei would then be placed with the rest of her family in the east sea, and Xiaotian into the regular foster system. Is that something that sounds like you or the children want to happen?”

Pigsy tensed.

“You’re a smart demon, Mr. Zhu, I can see that. What’s important is that you use your smarts over your heart. This society is not built for your kind, and you will have to prove yourself at every single turn, so can I trust you to take this matter and discipline seriously?” the headmaster raised an eyebrow.

“Can I trust you to judge these situations fairly?” Pigsy copied the gesture.

“I can only do so much, Mr. Zhu, but I will try my best– they do seem to be rather fond of you and all, and a child should only go through so much loss,” he sighed.

Pigsy blinked, not expecting to hear that.

“Can the kid have his bandana back?” Pigsy shifted subjects.

The headmaster slowly nodded, reaching in a drawer and pulling out the familiar red cloth. “In normal circumstances, this would simply be confiscated and not allowed on grounds for good, but seeing as the boy has a scar, we’ll allow an exception to the rules this once.”

A scar?

“Well that good, I guess…” Pigsy took the bandana and stroked it with his thumb.

“So Mr. Zhu, are we in agreement here?” The principal brought him back on track.

“Right– yeah, you have my word– I’ll talk to the kid– just– give them some time. They’re grievin’ still,” Pigsy proposed.

“I’ll do what I can, Mr. Zhu, so long as you do the same,” Headmaster Jiangxi stood.

“Yeah… makes enough sense,” Pigsy stood as well.

The men shook on the agreement, and Pigsy was free to head back to the restaurant.

Pigsy stepped out of the office, taking a good look at MK and Mei, both slumped over in the chairs and silent as ghosts.

Man, he did not like this– it was eerie, almost. They oughtta be laughing or goofing or getting into fun trouble– not fights or ‘disciplinary action’ or whatever.

They couldn’t end up like him. They deserved so much better.

“C’mon kiddos– let’s get going,” Pigsy sighed, getting MK and Mei’s attention and the trio headed out.

They made their entire way out the building, down the subway, off the subway, up the stairs, and back to the restaurant without so much as a word until Pigsy unlocked the security shield and let them in and Tang broke their silence.

“Oh my stars– what happened? Are you two alright?” The scholar gasped at the sight of them.

“Some stupid jerk faces stole MK’s bandana so I beat ‘em up,” Mei said flatly as she sat on the stool next to him at the bar.

“Did they cut your hair too?!” Tang looked at her fresh “layered bob”.

“Nope, MK said he wanted a haircut so I cut his hair then he cut mine in the girls bathroom,” Mei rested her elbows on the bar.

“You’re… quite the hairstylist, MK,” Tang smiled at the boy but his eyes were still glued to the ground.

Tang and Pigsy shared a glance.

“Hey MK– I need help with somethin’ in the back, wanna help?” Pigsy asked, and the boy hesitated, but nodded.

Again Tang and Pigsy shared a look.

“Alright– you stay there Mei– get some work done,” Pigsy instructed, and with an eye roll she got out her work.

“I’ll make sure she gets it done,” Tang mouthed and Pigsy silently thanked him before guiding MK to the back.

“W-what do you need?” MK asked once Pigsy turned on the light. Pigsy took his hand and guided him to the folding table and chairs, and gestured for him to sit, which again MK hesitated to do but obeyed.

“Are you feeling okay? Today sounded like a lot,” Pigsy said, leaning forward in his chair.

“I-i’m okay, Mr. Pigsy,” MK did that nervous laugh thing he did when he lied. Plus he actually called him Pigsy, which was a huge red flag.

“Kid, it’s okay to be scared of that kind of sh– stuff– kids can be real jerks and you can tell me all about it, it’s fine by me,” Pigsy assured him.

“I-i-i dunno,” MK looked down at the ground, his fingers running through his much shorter hair- revealing a– the scar, and wowza it looked really bad– when– how–

One thing at a time Pigsy.

“What’d they do to you? I wanna know so I can make sure we keep track of this punk if he ever tries to start anythin’ again,” Pigsy explained.

“W-well, it was in the locker room, so the only time Mei wasn’t with me, a-and him and his friends surrounded me, started calling be stupid and Xiao-naodai instead of Xiaotian– a-and they started calling me a– a pig too,” MK glanced nervously at his guardian.

Pigsy took a breath.

He knew this would happen– that the kids would learn how the world thought about him and his kind. He just hoped that maybe it wouldn’t happen for a year or two.

“I’m sorry kid,” Pigsy placed a hand on his shoulder.

“A-after I said you aren’t my dad–”

MK said that with no ill intent, of course– especially because it was fact, but Pigsy couldn’t help but feel strange when he said that out loud–

“ –’nd they said that I-I’m being raised by one so I should be treated like one a-and they threw me in a locker a-and took my bandana u-u-until I got some smarts,” MK was starting to tear up, so Pigsy handed him a tissue and allowed MK to cry a bit.

Pigsy waited until MK seemed to be calming before asking what happened after that.

“W-well Mei helped and cut my hair s-since it was bothering me– cuz he called me ‘haircut’ a-and it made me look ‘poor’ or whatever– but at lunch– he was waving my bandana around w-with pride and talkin’ about how i-it was his and then started sayin’ things about– well– y-you, which made me mad a-and made me cry, and that got Mei really mad– and they started shouting, a-and then he said somethin’ like ‘That half-wit demon pig spawn’ which was when Mei threw the first punch a-and it just got crazy from there,” MK sniffled and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

Pigsy sat back a second to take that all in.

They basically got into that fight because of him.

…He really was gonna have to come up with a good talk for them, wasn’t he?

“I’m so sorry that happened, kiddo,” Pigsy placed a hand on his shoulder, which MK winced at.

“Ah– sorry– that hurt?” Pigsy quickly asked. MK nodded. “Did they hurt you?”

“O-oh– um– well, it was mostly me since I had to bust open the locker and stuff,” MK shrugged like it was weird but no biggie, whereas Pigsy wondered how the fuck a kid that small and scrawny was able to bust open a locker.

“I see,” The chef didn’t acknowledge that. “We can get some ice for it, if you want.”

“N-no, I’m okay– the school nurse helped me– she was really nice,” MK sniffled and wiped his eyes.

“Alright,” Pigsy nodded once before looking back at his hair and that scar.

Maybe it was too far– maybe it was nothing at all, but Pigsy hadn’t seen it before and had to ask.

“So– I hope this isn’t too personal or somethin– but do you want to tell me where you got that big old scar on your forehead?” Pigsy asked as gently as he could, but it still made panic enter MK’s eyes.

“I-i fell on glass like– over a year ago– i-it cut deep, but my parents took me to the ER right away because that’s what they’re supposed to– i-it’s nothing really– nothing at all,” MK forced a weak smile, but tears started flowing fast again.

“Kid, you don’t have to lie to me. I won’t get mad, and I won’t tell anyone, okay?” Pigsy touched his hand and stroked it with his thumb.

“W-well, i-i-it’s nothing, so it’s fine– everything’s fine– they’re dead and gone anyways s-so– you know– can’t go to prison and take me away if you’re dead, haha,” MK joked.

“Are you talking about your parents? Did they do that to you?” Pigsy tried to mask his anger for the sake of MK, but he knew he was doing a shit job.

“I-i– yes-? I-i mean, it’s my fault– I should’ve– I knew the rules, a-and I just– th-they said I can’t ever tell anyone– ever o-or else–”

“Or else what, MK?” Pigsy’s heart was sinking.

“Th-they told m-me I’d get taken– th-that they’d go to prison s-so I couldn’t– b-but they’re dead n-now– no harm, right?” MK laughed a little, two tears streaming quickly down his face, which he wiped with his sleeve.

“Yeah, they’re dead, so you can tell me anythin’ about them that you want to,” Pigsy assured, his voice soft and low. MK nodded, glancing at the tissues so Pigsy handed him the box.

“Well one night h-they were arguing in the living room like they did a lot, a-and it was really late, b-but I hadn’t had dinner, so I– you know– I wanted food, b-but it was against the rules– ‘no downstairs after five’, b-but I really was hungry– a-and I had a system– Crawl on hands and knees past their bedroom, put most body weight on hand rail and avoid the last step– that last step– I was supposed to pay attention to that last step– I always knew– I-i-i–” MK buried his head in hands, so Pigsy picked him up and held him in his lap.

“M-m-mama was d-d-drinkin’-- she drank a lot, y’know?– a-a-nd sh-she saw me a-and just started yellin’ – I-i went to go b-back to my room upstairs, b-but she threw the bottle a-at me a-and– a-and it hit m-me a-and the shards too– a-and I just bled a-and bled– a-and it hurt, Mr. Piggy, it hurt so much,” MK shook his head furiously, crumpling his tissue and burying his head into Pigsy’s chest.

PIgsy held MK as tight as he could, sorrow and indignation filling his heart.

Burning in an apartment fire wasn’t enough punishment for those monsters. They deserved to have their heads bashed in– get crushed by a mountain– be decapitated– have dogs from hell rise and eat their flesh– anything that would make them feel a fraction of the pain they had clearly caused MK.

“I’m so sorry kiddo,” Pigsy rocked ever so slightly, wishing it were possible to take away all of his pain and sorrow and make MK as happy as he so often pretended to be.

“Th-th-they s-sa-id that I-i should be grateful, Mr. Piggy– t-that even my folks d-d-didn’t want m-me– that th-they found me on the st–street, a-and that nobody’d want me– a-and I believed ‘em– i did, I did– I was so grateful, Mr. Piggy,” MK confessed more, which confused the demon.

“Wait– were your folks… not your folks?” Pigsy asked, not breaking the embrace.

MK shook his head. “Th-they found me on the street– n-not too far from here actually, accordin’ to ‘em, ha,” MK looked up at Pigsy and laughed a little pathetically, but Pigsy couldn’t hide his horror.

“How… how old were you?” The chef asked.

MK shrugged. “T-they assumed a year. Said I didn’t talk much, but that helped ‘em with their plans more.”

Jesus fucking christ…

“Oh MK, I’m so, so, so so sorry,” Pigsy wiped a tear from the boy’s cheek, despite the fact a few were rolling down his own now.

“S’okay– th-they’re gone now like you said– right?” MK smiled weakly.

“Yeah kid, they’re gone,” Pigsy smiled a little too and MK hugged him tightly.

Pigsy embraced the boy just as tight– deeply angered by just how skin and bone he was. If his “parents” weren’t already burning in hell, Pigsy would’ve called Sandy up and they would’ve destroyed them together to make sure MK never, ever had to suffer or think of them again.

If anything– Pigsy wished most of all that he could go back in time and find the kid long before those two assholes ever did– then it would’ve been him and MK and his noodles– maybe even his grandmother too. Just them together in noodle bliss.

After a long time of hugging and MK crying, he croaked out a soft, “i-is Mei in trouble?”

Pigsy slowly nodded, “Yeah– but just a one day suspension to ‘clear her head’ or whatever that packet said.”

“O-oh, okay– what about me?” MK then asked.

“You’re alright, kiddo– though you’re still gonna have to go to school tomorrow…” Pigsy sighed.

“B-but I don’t wanna go without Mei,” MK broke the hug and protested.

“I know, I know– they said they’d pair you up with someone else though– and hopefully they’d move yours and Mei’s desk– plus that Qiang kid is also suspended, so that’s also good news, right?” Pigsy tried to put an optimistic spin on things, but was unsure how well it worked since Tang was always better at that.

“O-okay. I guess that’s okay,” MK nodded slowly.

“I’m glad you’re willing to give it a shot, kid. Proud of you,” Pigsy put a hand on his shoulder.

MK blinked with wide eyes. “R-really?”

“Totally kid! Takes guts to want to go back by yourself,” Pigsy punched his non-bruised arm lightly.

“Wow– thanks Mr. Piggy,” MK beamed, which filled Pigsy with instant relief comparable to cigarettes.

“No problem, kid,” Pigsy smiled. “Now, before I make you start homework, is there anything else I need to know about school or parents or whatnot?” Pigsy asked.

MK sniffled and thought for a moment.

“I-I’m… kinda bad at math,” the boy confessed.

“I can help you with that kid– and even if I can’t, I’m sure Mr. Tang can too,” the chef assured.

“Thanks– I ‘ppreciate it,” MK sniffled and punched Pigsy’s own arm lightly.

“Anytime, kid– and I mean that; anytime you need to tell me somethin’, just say the word, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Attaboy,” Pigsy punched MK’s arm lightly again. “You feelin’ any better?”

“Y-yeah, a little,” MK chuckled, punching Pigsy again.

“Good,” Pigsy punched his arm again before they both laughed, and Pigsy ruffled MK’s hair before slightly cringing at how terribly uneven it was.

“Oh– before I forget–” Pigsy dug into his pocket and got out the kid’s bandana, which he took like it was the last lifeboat on the titanic.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou, Mr. Piggy– I missed it so much,” he said, tying around his head- which surprisingly made his terrible haircut look a little better.

“Anytime MK,” The pig demon smiled softly, before he had a different thought that made his face fall flat.

“‘Sides I’m just glad your hair has a simple solution, cuz now I gotta figure out how the heck I’m gonna style Mei’s hair to be ‘school appropriate’ without just shaving her head, or giving her more of a ‘boys cut’ – which girls can’t have because gender binary or whatever,” Pigsy dreaded, which again made MK laugh.

“You’ll figure somethin’ out, Mr. Piggy, I’m sure of it,” MK gave the demon a thumbs up.

“Yeah, I probably will kid.”

And figure it out Pigsy did. Once the restaurant closed, he made Mei sit down on the couch at their apartment until he could figure out how to get the misshapen “bob” into either pigtails or ponytails. After many attempts, he discovered that if he just took the thick but really short parts of her hair, he could put them into high pigtails, and while it still left most of her hair down, it was probably the best they were going to get. Besides, Mei absolutely loved it, and said she was going to wear her hair like that forever, so that was good at least. Pigsy hadn’t ever thought of himself as a hairstylist and was glad that his first attempt worked out.

After that, Pigsy let the kids put on another movie, this one about a little fish girl wanting to be human and liking ham or something like that, where the exact same sequence of events happened from the previous night, passing out on the couch and all, but Pigsy had no qualms with that.

No, the kids had been through enough today– heck– they’d been through enough for life, so Pigsy would let things be a little chaotic for them tomorrow if that meant they could have some peace for today.

Besides, Pigsy had quite a few difficult conversations coming up– especially with Mei, especially tomorrow– and he needed time to mentally prepare too.

Ah, the joys of guardianship.

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flowerbarrel-art · 1 year

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(Long Post)

Follow-up to this:

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Purple had just put a pan of lasagna in the oven when he heard a knock on the front door.

He beamed excitedly, then quickly set a timer before rushing to the front door and pulling it open to see Second.

“Hey there!” Purple exclaimed, unable to stop himself from lunging and hugging Second around the neck. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“I can tell!” Second laughed, hugging Purple back.

“Heh, sorry,” Purple said, leading Second to the guest room. “Well, go ahead and get comfy!”

Second put his small bag next to the blue-quilted bed and looked around, seeing a small lamp on the bedside table, a small wardrobe and early sunset light streaming through a window.

“It looks really nice,” Second said.

“Really?” Purple asked. “Because we can put more stuff in so it’s more comfortable.”

“I like it this way,” Second said.

Purple smiled.

They headed back out into the living room and sat on the couch.

“Soo…” Purple said curiously, “how have things been on the desktop?”

“A lot better!” Second said with a smile. “They saw the note I left and felt kinda bad. They’re trying to warn me before they start to play.”

“So they’re playing tonight?” Purple asked.

“Well, I don’t exactly know,” Second said with a shrug. “I knew I had to work though, so I wanted to be safe.”

“Even if they don’t, I’m glad you asked if you could come over!” Purple chimed, flapping his arms. “We can’t stay up too late, but I got a lot of popcorn and lemonade, and a couple movies to pick from!”

“Okay!” Second said, and Purple hopped up and rushed to his room, then ran back out with a small stack of DVDs.

“You’re the guest so you should pick!” Purple said. “I gotta check on dinner.”

“It smells really good!” Second said, sorting through the movies for a minute before picking one.

“It’s lasagna,” Purple said, putting plates and silverware on the kitchen table. “Have you had that before?”

“I haven’t, but I can’t wait to try it!” Second said. “Do you cook a lot?”

“King makes breakfast and I make dinner,” Purple said, putting a loaf of bread in the oven. “Sometimes he can come home for lunch, and we take turns making something, usually sandwiches.”

“So are things going well?” Second asked, getting up and setting the table.

“We’ve gotten into a routine,” Purple said. “We had to rest for a while after everything, but then we talked some things out, started cleaning up the place…”

He sighed.

“Well, we still talk about things. There’s a lot to talk about.”

“You both seem like you’ve been working hard,” Second said. “Actual work and with everything that happened.”

“Mostly King,” Purple sighed. “He does a lot of odd jobs. I try to help him as much as I can. I’ve mostly just been cooking and cleaning…”

“Well, the place looks great,” Second said. “You’re working hard, too.”

Purple laughed a bit, looking embarrassed.

There was a knock on the door.

“I got it,” Purple said, hopping up and rushing over to the front door. Second looked over to see a gray Stick standing there. “Oh, hi, Silver!”

“Hi,” Silver returned with a nod. “Sorry I came over so late.”

“It’s alright,” Purple said. “Are you all moved in?”

“More or less,” Silver sighed. “We still have boxes everywhere, though.”

“I could come help you unpack,” Purple offered. “Or look after Olive again maybe?”

“Actually,” Silver said, “Chartreuse and I wanted to know if you’d be interested in coming over for dinner next week.”

Purple glanced briefly back at Second and smiled excitedly.

“That sounds nice,” Purple said. “I’d love to!”

“Great!” Silver said. “Also, Chartreuse and I have been wondering if you’d be interested in babysitting Olive.”

“Babysitting?” Purple gasped. “Yeah! I’d love to!”

Silver glanced at Second, who waved shyly.

“We’ll talk about the details later on,” Silver said, waving back. “Sorry to barge in so suddenly.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Purple said, waving a hand. “This is my friend, Second!”

“Nice to meet you,” Silver said.

“You too,” Second said.

“Well, I’d better go,” Silver said. “Have a good night!”

“Thanks!” Purple said. “Bye!”

He shut the door and turned excitedly to Second.

“Did you hear that?!” he burst out.

“Yeah! You’re gonna even busier now too!” Second remarked.

“I hope so!” Purple said eagerly. “I’d be able to help out around here even more! Oh, right, Silver and his family moved in recently…well, you heard that.”

“He seemed nice,” Second remarked.

“Yeah, they’re really nice,” Purple said. “I went over to welcome them when I saw they were moving in, and wound up helping look after their baby for a bit. She was kinda cranky from the move. I guess they thought I’d make a good sitter! I can’t wait to tell King.”

Purple hurried into the kitchen and checked the lasagna.

“Is it okay?” Second asked.

“Yeah,” Purple sighed. “Bread too. They’ll be done soon.”

Purple sat on the couch again.

“But on the subject of jobs,”he remarked, giving Second a curious look, “does your Creator…uh…does Alan pay you, or what?”

“Um, no….” Second mumbled. “I just help him with animating, and we all live on his desktop and do basically whatever we want as long as we don’t get too crazy.”

“Hmm…” Purple murmured.

“I don’t even know how he’d pay us anyway…” Second said. “I’m not even sure he knows Sticks have their own currency. I didn’t even know until recently.”

“Does he not know about the late-night jam sessions?” Purple asked. “Maybe he could tell the others to not go so crazy.”

“I don’t think he knows,” Second said, heaving a sigh. “He can’t hear us when we talk, and the music might not be much louder to him. He’s usually asleep by that point anyway.”

“I’m glad it’s getting better,”Purple said. “You’re not used to having neighbors, huh?”

“Definitely not,” Second groaned.

“Yeah,” Purple laughed. “If they made that much noise here, everybody would be mad.”

Second leaned back and sighed heavily.

“What is it?” Purple asked, frowning in worry.

“I wish we’d known about StickCity sooner,” Second said. “I wish we’d tried to visit and meet more Sticks.”

“Alan doesn’t mind if you leave the desktop, does he?” Purple asked.

“I don’t think so,” Second murmured, folding his arms. “We never thought about leaving, though. I want to explore outside the desktop now, but it’s a little…intimidating.”

“Just take it slowly,” Purple said, patting Second’s shoulder. “If you want to go to the city next time, we can.”

Second sighed, then smiled and nodded.

“I want to give it a try at least!” he said.

The front door opened, and King trudged inside just as the oven timer went off.

“You’re just in time!” Purple said. “Dinner’s ready!”

“It smells good, Purple,” King said with a tired smile.

“I’m glad!” Purple exclaimed, pulling out the lasagna and bread.

“Lasagna’s my favorite,” King sighed wearily. “Thank you.”

King looked at Second and gave a nod of greeting.

“Good to see you,” he said. “You’ve got work tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Second said. “Thanks for letting me come over.”

“We won’t be too loud,” Purple said.

“That’s alright,” King said with a yawn. “I know you’ll be careful. And I can see it’s not the whole gang.”

“Right,” Purple said. “No crazy party.”

“I’ll be right back,” King said, trudging to his room.

“Should I tell him about the babysitting later?” Purple asked, biting his lip. “Maybe tomorrow?”

“I think he’d want to know,” Second said. “I could bring up that Silver came over, and then you could pick up from there.”

“Yeah…that sounds good,” Purple said. “Thanks, Second.”

When King came back into the kitchen they all got plates and started eating.

“This is a nice place to live,” Second said after a bit. “I’m glad someone new moved in.”

“Silver, right?” King asked. “Did he come visit today?”

“Yup!” Purple said. “Not for long, but…he uh…”

King nodded encouragingly, and Purple let out a breath.

“He asked if I wanted to babysit,” Purple said in a rush, smiling nervously.

“It’s alright, Purple, I promise,” King told him gently. “But how did you feel about that?”

“I really, really want to!” Purple burst out excitedly.

“Well, that’s that,” King said. “I don’t see why you shouldn’t.”

“Really?” Purple gasped.

King nodded.

“They invited me over for dinner next week,” Purple said eagerly.

“That was nice of them,” King remarked. “That’ll be good.”

After they’d finished eating, Second gathered the dirty dishes and took them to the sink.

“Thank you, Second,” King chuckled. “But you’re our guest.”

“Oh, I don’t mind!” Second said, quickly cleaning the dishes while Purple put the leftovers away.

“Thanks, you two,” King sighed. “I can’t say I don’t appreciate it. I’m more tired than I thought…I think I’ll go to bed now. You two have fun watching movies.”

“We will!” Purple said. “Goodnight, and see you in the morning!”

King nodded and smiled, then went into his room and closed the door.

Purple put the movie in, then got the lemonade and popcorn.

“Have you seen this movie before?” Purple asked, starting the movie before joining Second on the couch.

“Nope,” Second said, sipping his lemonade. “But it looked fun!”

“I haven’t seen it either,” Purple said excitedly. “I wanted to wait to watch it with you.”

“Glad I came over!” Second said with a smile.

“I…I’m glad you came over too,” Purple said quietly. “It’s nice hanging out with King, but it’s lonely around here when he’s at work.”

“Well, hey…” Second said. “We don’t always have to wait until I have work for me to come over.”

“Really?” Purple asked, eyes widening hopefully.

“Yeah!” Second said. “I have some days off. You should send me a text whenever and we can plan something. Or if you want to, you could come to the desktop!”

Purple tightly hugged Second.

“I’d like that a lot,” he said. “Thank you.”

“Anytime!” Second said, hugging Purple back.

They continued watching the movie, and after a while they hit the bottom of the popcorn bowl.

“Hey, you want some more?” Purple asked.

He smiled when he saw that Second was slumped onto the arm of the couch, fast asleep.

Purple turned the TV off, then stood and stretched before carefully lifting Second and taking him to the guest room.

He laid him in bed, then tucked the covers around him. Second murmured sleepily but didn’t wake up.

“Night, Sec,” Purple whispered with a smile.

#Alan Becker #AvA #AvM #Sticks #Second #Purple #King #King Orange #StickCity #FlowerBarrel art #long post

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sochilll · 1 year

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nyehehe i caught up on ur writing tag Just as you recently reblogged a prompt thingy >:] 13 + kleinsen ?

Kleinsen + 13. leaving notes for them around the home (this one… got away from me. she’s long)

Send a ship and a prompt request!

Jared woke up and flung his arm out sideways. The bed was empty. He frowned. It was Sunday, Evan’s day off. And more importantly, it was the day before a very big important event.

Jared sat up and swung his legs out of bed. It was surprisingly cold for how late in spring it was. He grabbed Evan’s hoodie from the floor and pulled it on.

He started toward the kitchen but his eyes caught on something. A pink sticky note was stuck to the bedroom door. Jared peeled it off and read it.

I have a few last errands to run before tomorrow. I’ll be home soon <3

Jared smiled. He stuck the note in his pocket and made his way to the bathroom before breakfast. There was another note on the mirror.

Wow you’re cute :o someone is very lucky to be with you

Jared snorted. He put that note in his pocket with the other. There were three notes in the kitchen.

One on the fridge:

Sorry to disappear on such an important morning. I know you’ll be annoyed you didn’t get to make a “last time we wake up together as boyfriends” joke

Jared snickered. He had been making that joke about everything lately. The next note was on the coffee maker:

Don’t drink too much or you’ll get all jittery. We don’t both need to be nervous wrecks today.

The last one was stuck to Jared’s favorite coffee mug:

I’m so glad I get to spend every morning watching you drink out of this dumb mug for the rest of my life. I love you.

Jared put all three notes in his pocket. He leaned against the counter to wait for his coffee to brew when he spotted a box on the table. Inside was his favorite type of donut, a note scrawled on the lid.

Happy wedding eve! Love you more than anything <3

Jared enjoyed his breakfast. He texted Evan a picture of the box and a bunch of heart emojis. Evan’s response was quick.

:) how many?

Jared tapped out a reply.

Five not counting the box.

Halfway! :) <3

Jared laughed. He set his mug in the sink and wandered to the living room, looking for spots of pink.

The first one was obvious, stuck in the center of the TV.

I know I say it a lot but I really don’t know what I’d do without you. You make everything easier and better and funnier.

He had to hunt a bit for the next one. He found it stuck to their favorite DVD.

I never thought I’d feel so content and secure in a relationship. But I am. I know you don’t like talking about feelings and I don’t even mind. Cause I know how you feel even when you won’t say it.

Jared was stumped after that. He wandered around the apartment, sticky notes stuck to his fingers, hunting for more. He double checked the bathroom and the living room.

He finally found number eight back in the bedroom, sitting right on Jared’s desk.

The last four years have genuinely been the happiest of my life. And while some of that is due to therapy (shout out Dr. Myers) mostly it’s been because of you.

Number nine was inside Jared’s laptop.

No one has ever understood or cared for me more than you. And I hope you feel the same about me. (Please do oh my god how embarrassing would this be if you didn’t?)

Jared laughed. He added the note to the collection in his pocket. He searched the room again before moving his search into the hallway closet. Nothing there. He checked the bathroom and kitchen again.

No note. Jared frowned. He checked tall surfaces. He checked every kitchen cabinet. He even lifted up the couch cushions. Nothing.

He pulled his phone out.

You’re a liar. There’s only nine.

Nope. Ten.

Including the donut box?

No. Ten sticky notes.

Where the fuck is the last one???

Jared went crazy, pulling out pots and pans, unscrewing bottles in the medicine cabinet, digging through the laundry hamper. He could not find the last note. He briefly wondered if Evan was lying and this was some sort of psychological warfare.

Finally, digging through Evan’s sock drawer he saw it, a flash of pink. He grabbed at it. It was stuck to the top of a small velvet box. Jared didn’t need to open it to know what it was. He frowned slightly and read the note.

I never told you but I’d been to a jewelry shop five times before you proposed. You only beat me because I take too long to make decisions. I love how you did it but I’d picked this ring out already and I thought you should have it anyway.

Jared felt his eyes sting and rapidly blinked the tears away because he wasn’t lame. He opened the box.

The ring was pretty similar to what Jared had ended up getting. A bit thinner and without Jared’s super romantic and expensive engraving like Evan’s ring had. But still nice.

“You like it?”

“Holy fucking shit!” Jared spun around, clutching his chest. “How did you get in so quietly? And how did you time this so perfectly?”

“I didn’t actually. I really thought it would take you longer to find it and I’d already be home by then,” Evan laughed. “Also didn’t think you’d tear the apartment apart.”

“You gave me a puzzle,” Jared said by way of explanation.

“Yeah. I should’ve known better.”

“I do like it.” Jared slid the ring into his finger. “You have good taste.”

“Yeah. Sometimes,” Evan said, crossing the room and kissing him.

“Aw,” Jared grinned. “Last time you’ll be able to insult me as my boyfriend.”

#thank u Kayla !! <3 #visiting my writing tag ;_; waaaaaaah #also thank u for this big brain request I wanted to do this one so bad >:3 #i did not intend for it to be so long #it just happened. writing slump? over #also I am very attached to the idea of kleinsen like trying to propose at the same time they are silly #deh #kleinsen #my writing

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idiot-mage-cloudie · 3 months

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Rook facts becauase why not

this is what rook currently looks like rn because i forgot to post it but facts under read more!!

Rook sees Windsor as a older sister that he never had

Due to being a robot. Rook doesnt age physically, but he does age mentally. being the youngest out of the crime trio being 19 years old!!

Speaking of Rook's age his canon birthday is on janaury 19th! (which is tomorrow-)

Rook has a partner that he loves very dearly :D

When he found out his creator was dead he visits his creator's grave and stays there for a while

Rook is like 6'0 ft tall (my boy is tall)

He sucks at cooking but attempts to cook but ends up burning the kitchen either way

this isnt really related to his lore at all but he used to belong to my brother before we had a joke custody war because my brother didnt want him anymore and back then he was a geniune asshole to the point we just killed him off-

besides liking chess he's also intrested in music boxes!! and will stare at it for a long while when they hear one.

He's also pretty stupid mainly because of the fact he was built somewhere in 2013 in lore and then was isolated for 7 years so he doesnt know shit about slangs and will just stare at you when you say one and then sliently add it to his databank

His favorite movie is cabin fever and has its dvd!

He can be trusted with childeren and enjoys taking care of them! (except for Windsor's nephew. he depises that kid)

When he's alone sometimes. he plays chess by himself.

dont leave him alone longer than 5 days he will go insane

he also has a swedish accent because it started out as a joke but now its canon so uh

anyway thats all i got for now!! I am normal about him and i love him very much!! so im glad i got a chance to talk about him!!

#cloudie's talkin #reborn's drawings #I AM NORMAL ABOUT MY OCS ALOT #i am normal alot and now he's in a story i made on ao3 and he's so silly aand more i cant fit in here

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quinloki · 1 month

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Hi Quin! Every time I see you ask people to talk about their OCs I always consider it and then back out. Thought I'd go for it today though! I got an absolute shit ton of info on my main character here (it's a long read and even then it still doesn't really cover everything). And some other art of her scattered across my blog.

I have more OCs that always show up in my stories and have had them for a loooooong time. Over the past couple decades they have been inserted into many different worlds (though if you read my girl's info, I mainly mention the two most recent inserts which occured over the past 10 years), so it's always fun to see how certain story aspects and character traits adapt and translate! I have certain set things that always happen across the board in every world. It's odd to me though, because I recently saw somewhere that using the same character(s) over and over again is considered not good or something?? I've been having a blast 🤷🏻‍♀️

I always like to go all-out when I do inserts. Gotta have the opening and ending themes chosen, trailers made up, promo art, all that good stuff. But most important is lore! I love lore and background information - why the characters are the way they are and why they act the way they do. I know my characters well after all this time and love to go in depth with story to the point that my main story I'm currently working on spawned a full prequel story of its own.

Of course, my characters' current home is the world of One Piece! It's why I'm here and why I even made this blog. I'm really loving how this adaptation for everyone has turned out. Strangely enough, it almost feels like every world they've ever been placed in developed them for their story in One Piece, especially my main girl.

Anyway, I am going to stop talking now because I really could just go on and on about all of this. Thanks for the read, and I hope you have a lovely evening~

I think it's perfectly fine to have a set collection of OCs and move them about from world to world if that's what you want to do.

I recently saw somewhere that using the same character(s) over and over again is considered not good or something??

Frankly, personally, I'd trust nothing from a source that says something like that. Entirely too restricting. You can do whatever you want with your OCs and stories. Sounds too much like trying to force people into a box so they're doing "good" things like not writing kink or mary sues or x readers, or whatever else someone has decided is too weird and different to be okay.

It's all hogwash.

You're obviously delighted by what you're doing, so rock on.

I didn't read Carmen's entire post, but I do love her. I love the art, I love the grey morality, the fighter vibes and love of robots. I love the wanderlust and the things that follow her from one world to another.

I'm glad you decided to share \o/ It's brightened my evening getting to meet you and her =3 (Omg she spent time in the Sonic World, I loved that cartoon when I was younger - the real adventure long-form story one that had the arcs and bunny in it. I think I have it on dvd somewhere).

#quin answers #apirateslifeforbudgie #ocs #ask game

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