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Everyone say thank you to Steve Orlando for giving us our once yearly Luna Maximoff appearance 🥰
#hopefully she shows up in the twins' new series too!!#marvel#comics#wednesday spoilers#luna maximoff#scarlet witch
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Charlie and Lucifer have a disney counterpart
Ozzie and Bee too a little
There is a beloved and happily sidelined disney ruler who dispite having the occasional moments of power, may well be a keen candidate for 'all the fun and none of the responsibility' personified.
Who is none other than......
The Sultan of Aladdin.
Think about it and if you're not all to familiar, know that the sultan is a friendly, goofy, cute, supportive loving little dad
who doesn't want to 'work'. By work, I mean the dirty work that goes into being a leader. Those tough decisions that will undoubtedly be unpopular among some.
This guy leads a nation, yet right from the start, the moment Jafar, the villain, his adviser, shows up with work, the jolly sultan shows the exasperation of a child being asked about their homework.
Though when it comes to going along with his teenage daughter wishes, sweet and idealistic as they are but realistically would have repercussions, he's down for it, because his daughter is his princess and her happiness is his happiness, end of story, everyone is happy.
He was clearly born into power.
Who was born or spawned into power?
Lucifer.
Someone who fell into his own dimension where his mysterious, probably problematic estrained wife who married into power, thrives or thrived. He is pride, the leader of 7 sins, who runs the pride ring but dies he really? He is shown to have no pride but it's OK because he's depressed.
Lucifer is a cute, silly little dad whose daughter is the apple of his eye and ultimately, Charlie gets what she wants, because if it makes her happy, it makes him happy.
Though like sultan he's right there as his precious daughter stands by a con artist who feels entitled to her (and the lifestyle she can provide him with clearly).
The other 6 individuals rule their sins and namesake regions, who like Lucifer are 'nice', can too be selective over what areas of their sin they choose to acknowledge.
Valentino is pretty much Ozzie's evil, very productive twin, some sinner a micro fraction of his age.
Bee could be a spokesperson for addiction awareness, but will she do more than speak, at the loved ones to pull an intervention?
All whilst being the one encouraging the overindulgence.
Let us not forget two small time demons who link both Ozzie of lust and Bee of gluttony together. Substance addicted Barbiewire and Verosika. We may not have seen a lot of them but like Valentino, they achieved plenty.
Barbie can travel freely to earth using one if Ozzie's crystals in order to smuggle hard d rugs. Job made easier by seducing a teenager.
Non-con welcoming Verosika travelled to earth to influence a load of youths with her team of fellow sexdemons.
She also bough beeljuice along with her which caused a massive scene.
Who will regulate such frowned upon actions?
Now back to new leader and leading character of her series, Charlie.
Like sultan, Charlie has help
in the form of someone she atleast knew to be sinister when she took him on. Someone who hardly hides his much they want what their boss has. That someone ofcourse being Alastor
who like Jafar would be of a lower social class, work hard, gain power and influence and be willing to scheme and sleaze his way into that powerful family.
Like sultan, Charlie is happy, nice, silly, dismissive to what it doesn't suit her to address, irresponsible, is being carried along in leadership
and is quick to see everyone as wonderful and equal without stopping to think that those who sit at the top may do something about such pushes.
Aladdin gets away with it being a family film where we follow the Alastor/Aladdin character in getting what they want, but Hazbin and Helluva, hopefully time will tackle some holes.
#helluva boss fandom#hazbin hotel charlie#helluva boss critical#hazbin hotel critical#disney paralleles#hazbin hotel lucifer#helluva boss asmodeus#helluva boss beelzebub#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel fandom#disney aladdin
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First Kiss: Katsuki Bakugo
A/N: Hey, everyone! SA here with a mini head canon (sorry, I’m still getting used to all of these new terms so hopefully I’m using it right!) that I think you’ll like! This little series is called “First Kiss” that will feature different pairings with the reader (fem!)! As always, please let me know what you think!
F!Reader x Katsuki; pronouns are “She/Her”; Quirk: whatever you want, I honestly couldn’t come up with anything good with this one. Age: All characters are 18+
Warnings: Fluff and language.
“What the hell is your problem?!”
With a sigh, you turned the stove off with a twist of the nob and placed the lid upon the pot you’d been working over as thunderous footfalls approached. Sometimes your big mouth got you into trouble, other times it was your temper that could rival that of the firecracker blonde’s, but today was different; this was all part of your plan as he stomped until coming to a stop beside you with slanted ruby eyes blazing with twin infernos. You kept your outwards face stoic and indifferent in the face of his fury. “Gonna have to be a bit more specific. I’ve been super busy today—”
His open palm met the counter top with a resounding smack, a twitch appearing in both his brow and lip when he heard your monotone voice that was borderline bored. “I’m talking about the ignored texts and shit! Hell, I even tried to call you and it went to voicemail!” The twitches grew as you sighed, nearly his whole face was contorting erratically.
“Like I said, I’ve been busy with things.” It was almost too much for you to take when an audible snap sounded from him as you slipped past him to grab something from the pantry in order to hide the smirk that threatened to lift your lips. “Unlike some people, I’m not as attached to my phone.” A twist of your wrist showcased the lit up screen of a smart watch that showcased all the missed notifications from him that you had ignored, forcing your eyes wide while depositing the spice you’d retrieved on the counter. “Oh, wow, would you look at that! You’d think I was a pro hero with how much you’ve been begging for my attention like a helpless fanboy groveling at my feet!” This time you did let the smirk show when raising a hand to tousle his wild blonde hair before sliding down to pat his cheek. “So sorry, but you’re going to have to be a good boy for a little longer until I’m done with cooking.”
Realization filled his gaze as your tongue appeared from between your lips while you turned back to the stove. “Damnit, you think this is some fucking game?!”
“So a friend stopped by for a visit today.”
“Don’t ignore me!”
The ladle you’d been using to stir the pot paused in its rotary path so that you could use a spare spoon to sample the broth then offered it to him, earning a sputter but he begrudgingly took a small sip once you cocked an eyebrow. “She dumped her boyfriend because he was a bad kisser.”
His expression twisted into one of boredom as he wordlessly snatched the spice you’d grabbed and replaced it with something else. “Pathetic when a man can’t satisfy his partner. That’s one of his fucking number one jobs is to keep them sated.” Another spice was retrieved then added to the mix.
This conversation was going right in the direction where you wanted it to as if he were following an invisible trail you had laid out. You hummed while taking another sip of the soup, relishing at the full bodied flavors that danced across your tongue. He was always better at cooking than you were but you’d wanted to try something new and decided that a hearty beef stew was just what the two of you needed especially if your plan came to fruition. “So you’d agree that its important for a couple to show the other affection?”
“Every pair is different, dumbass, some people don’t need that sort of shit.”
“Which you aren’t because you’re such a cuddle monster that it’s hard for me to get anything done.” Your tease earned a grunt as he appeared behind you, muscular arms wrapping around your waist where they gave you a slight squeeze. “I’m not complaining, of course, I love when you let that guard of yours down just for little ole me when its just the two of us.”
A rough growl sounded as his head fell to rest on your shoulder. “Shut up, dumbass.”
“Aww, is someone blushing? How cute.”
“How many times do I have to fucking say that I’m not cute?!”
Your tongue appeared again as you slipped free of his hold thanks to his outburst that caused both hands to rise towards the ceiling. “So in your definition of a ‘man’, he would have to provide what exactly to the relationship between himself and another?”
“What the hell is this, some game show?” He scoffed, planting himself within one of the nearby barstools on the opposite end of the bar while crossing his arms. You shot him a glare that said “just do it” which earned another huff. The gears were definitely turning in his head as if trying to figure out what your point to this conversation was but it was clear that he wouldn’t find the answer anytime soon as he deftly caught a granola bar that you tossed him. “Like I said, every pair is different because of the people. Each person needs something that the other brings and vice-versa.”
A sense of victory filled you at his words. “Which is why people break up if something isn’t working or fulfilling a need?”
He was across the kitchen so fast you barely had time to register that he’d moved in the first place, hands gripping your shoulders loosely but firmly as he spun you around to face him, red eyes so wide they might just pop out of his skull. “Fucking— I knew something was wrong! Speak up already and stop playing these damn games! Just tell me what I did wrong!”
Brief panic filled you at the distress in his voice and expression. Maybe you’d taken this too far? “Katsuki—”
“Is this because I left my wet towel on the floor? I told you it fell when I wasn’t looking!”
“Hold on—”
“Or that time that I spilled my Bloody Mary on the couch and blamed it on that damn Pikachu?!”
Your brow twitched, temper flaring. “You spilled what on my couch?!”
The blonde cringed at your shout but he didn’t release his hold on you even when you attempted to break it so that you could go investigate. “D-doesn’t matter! I called a professional cleaner and when they said they couldn’t do anything I replaced the damn thing—”
“Katsuki Bakugo, I can’t believe you! I thought I was going crazy when I couldn’t find the remote that was in the pocket inside the armrest! Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for that damn thing?!”
“Shit, I forgot to check before the junk haulers took it away.” His head shook as you fought against his hold. “Can buy you a new one but I want to know what the fucking hell is going on with you today!”
Temper now reaching its peak due to his increasingly tight hold and the new information, you growled lowly under your breath. Plan be damned! “You wanna know so fucking bad? Fine! I want to know why you haven’t mustered up the balls to kiss me yet!”
For a moment silence fell as the two of you were surrounded by the words you’d practically screamed into his face.
That was definitely not how you wanted this all to go but you’d been too upset by the revealing of the incident with your furniture piece to care. Emotion threatened to form a ball in your throat but you swallowed it down with difficultly as tears burned the backs of your eyes. “We’ve been dating almost a whole fucking year, Katsuki. Cuddling and holding hands are nice but I need—”
“Why didn’t you fucking say anything sooner, you dumbass?”
That definitely wasn’t the response that you were expecting and neither was the pivot that caused your back to meet the nearby pantry door that caused your breath to catch. The way he was looking at you now as he collected your wrists to pin them beside your head and body pressing fully against your own made the blood in your veins race but it was the darkening gaze above you that truly rendered you speechless. It was as if he were a wild predator staring down at you with that superior near animalistic hunger shining brightly like an ember within his eyes as he loomed over you. Thrill caused the fine hairs across your body to rise as his head slowly dipped until your noses were brushing, the breath you were in the middle of taking completely abandoning you as his lips seemed to tease yours by impulsing them to part with a feather-like touch before they were completely ensnared.
Roaring flames came to life within your core as his chest rumbled with a growl against your own as his lips devoured yours. There was no hesitation within the searing kiss that may as well separated your soul from your body, his body alternating against firm and sensual presses that made your legs grow weak when one of his bent knees brushed against your clothed core, eliciting a soft whine from you. It was just the opportunity he’d been waiting for and his tongue slipped between the part of your lips to ravage your sweet mouth that had only imagined what this moment would entail. Nothing you’d ever dreamt of could compare as your eyes drifted closed with a flutter when his larger tongue discovered yours hiding in the farthest corner then proceeded to dominate it in a near dance-like way that left your back arching and breathless when he finally released you.
Pride shone brightly within his gaze and radiated off his smirk as your chest worked to replenish the air you’d lost with hooded eyes. “Tch. Judging from that look on your face I literally just stole your soul like some sort of—”
Rising to the balls of your feet you threw every bit of your weight against him, knocking off his center of balance, and silenced him with a press of your lips that rendered his surprised grunt to an exclamation that climbed the musical scales as your gaze bore into his own. No way were you going to give him bragging rights without a fight!
It was like watching a sunrise as red slowly bloomed within his cheeks before slowly spreading to the rest of his visible face as your hands rose to take firm hold of his head to prevent him from moving away. The noises that rose up his throat were prevented from being voiced by your lips that were pressed firmly against his. The hold he’d had on your wrists was thrown off by your sudden action and it gave you the perfect opportunity for your fingers to rise and entangle themselves within his blonde tresses, earning shivers and suppressed moans from the man before you as his eyes threatened to roll when your fingernails lightly scraped against his sensitive scalp. Your hips lightly ground against his own, earning the drop of his jaw and your own groan at the delicious friction that rose, humming in appreciation when his hands that had been in the air grasping at nothing fell to instead knead the flesh of your hips before they drifted around to the mounds that were your backside when you bravely gave his bottom lip a nibble.
The kiss was broken with a unified deep throated growl from the two of you as the burning need for air forced your lips to part but that didn’t mean you weren’t showcasing a victorious smirk when finding him near clinging to you and the counter for support as his glazed eyes met yours. Coiling heat that had settled within your core rose to your chest when you took in the blissful expression he wore while cupping his face and brushing the pads of your thumbs against his flaming cheeks. “Aww, look how cute you are. I almost wanna take a picture just so that I can look at it anytime I want.”
“F-fucking hell, teddy bear, that was—” His head that had bent as if to reclaim your lips rose back upwards, a furious expression crossing his features. “Was that a fucking challenge?! And did you just fucking call me cute?!” The growl that rose up his throat caused your heart to race as he stared down at you. “I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget, you damn dumbass!”
Something told you that the stew may have to be put in the crockpot to be kept warm until later.
#bnha fluff#bnha x y/n#bnha x reader#bnha bakugo katsuki#bnha x you#bnha#bnha katsuki x reader#mha#mha x y/n#mha x you#mha x reader#katsuki x y/n#katsuki x you#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki BAKUGO#bakugou x you#bakugo x y/n#bakugo x reader
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HI hello can you tell me where you got that rooftop gang drawing or is it just from the last chapter!? (Which I haven't seen yet) 🥺
Sure thing! It’s from the final volume of Vigilantes (Vol 15) extras. Currently the extras are only available on the electronic version of the volume on ShonnenJumpPlus that requires a membership (though I could be wrong about this), but hopefully the extras will be posed to the MHA Vigilantes Fandom Wiki in a few days.
The sketch that I posted is the only one of the rooftop trio from the final volume but I wanted to make it worth your time so here are all the extra drawings I can find of the Rooftop gang:
Vol 5
In private, Ms. Kayama keeps her sexy hero side subdued and comes off as more of an ordinary woman. Almost motherly even. The three little girls are cute and inoffensive, making them easy additions to any scene. By the way-they're in middle school, making them teenagers, just like Pop and the twins. [HIDEYUKI FURUHASHI, Author of Vigilantes]
For Midnight's casual look, I referenced her "house clothes" profile page from the main series. I’m a big fan of knit one-piece and boots, but sadly there weren't any really good angels of the boots in the story (LOL) In Furuhashi's rough draft, all three of the girls had the same face, but I decided to make one of the three a little off, just like with the Sturm and Drum perv brothers. It's becoming a trend. [BETTEN COURT, Artist of Vigilantes]
(In case you can’t tell the taller woman is midnight undercover)
Kaori (Midnight) and Kazuha (Pop)
The original plan was for these two not to realize the huge age gap between them and just think they were in the same year at college, but that would make Midnight seem more oblivious than she is and stall the flow of the scene, so I changed it to "they're working an undercover mission together." I'm always happy with the results whenever I ask Betten-san to design a group of girls in street clothes. Show me all that fashion! [FURUHASHI]
I don't mind coming up with street fashion now and then, but when I have to do it for a whole group of characters at once? Kill me, please! I was pleased to discover that when you give Pop a different hairstyle, she actually comes out looking cute in an ordinary way. (LOL) [BETTEN]
Vol 7
For the so-called cosplay chapter, I submitted a list of costumes ideas and Betten Sensei dew the best ones. Aizawa's such a serious guy so pretty much any costume looks funny on him. [FURUHASHI]
Often when reading the rough draft of a chapter, I think, "Wah ha ha, this is hilarious!" But when it comes times to draw, I'm stumped. This time was no different. I didn't want to piss anyone off! That was the main thing on mind while drawing. (LOL) A Japanse tennis player had just won some big tournament, so when I saw that on the news, I thought, why not have Aizawa Sensei play tennis too? [BETTEN]
Vol 8
Vigilantes has always incorporated cameos of characters from the main series, and though the whole Young Aizawa arc is an example of that, we got a much more intense reaction from readers than usual demographic. [FURUHASHI]
The only snippet of Aizawa's and Mic's school days provided by Horikoshi himself came in "The Digression" page of volume 6 of the main series. When I realized that, I was at something of a loss. "Oh crap..." I thought. [BETTEN]
There's a canon line of dialogue in the main series about Midnight's old costume having been even more scandalous in the past, so that was a point we had to touch on in the flashback arc. So many people asked if Sushi the cat was a parody of Sushi the dog in Tite Kubo's Burn the Witch one-shot, but actually it was more of a play on the series, Shota no Sushi...[FURUHASHI]
I received specifications and references images for Midnight's costume from Furuhashi-san, and upon reflection, I think I stuck a little too closely to the reference material. [BETTEN]
Name: Oboro Shirakumo
Birthday: 5/5
Height: 187 CM
Favorite Things: Blue Skies, The Sun
Quirk: Cloud
Shirakumo's whole concept started with Horikoshi Sensei describing him as "a Mirio-like friend of Aizawa's during his school days." Then, through a lot of back-and-forth conversations between Horikoshi Sensei and the Vigilantes team, we came up with a more detailed profile, visual design and so on, until the character really took form. Shirakumo's presence meant that Aizawa's and Mic's personalities and roles had to be a little different in the past. That necessitated including that altered portrayal , as well as showing the way they changed moving towards the present day, so the Young Aizawa arc turned into a pretty extended affair. It'll keep going for several more chapters. [FURUHASHI]
Shirakumo's U.A. uniform design came from Horikoshi-san. The googles I designed as part of his costume just happened to look like Aizawa's, and I'm grateful that Furuhashi-san picked up on that and made a whole point of it. [BETTEN]
Vol 9
For both these guys, my request were "lighter equipment than present day," "traditional period" and "shonen-ish." Once you add those googles, young Eraser Head is complete, so to speak. [FURUHASHI]
Since those two are in their powered-up forms in the main MHA story, I wanted to imagine these versions as an earlier stage of that. As if they would improve on these designs over time to achieve their eventual styles... Kind of like that. [BETTEN]
“We got a gift illustration from Horikoshi sensei! Isn't that great, Shota?!”
Vol 11
In Vigilantes, Midnight's character is basically an obliging woman who loves to look after others, which I extrapolated from her presentation in the main series (where she's a teacher who interacts with students a lot, and is someone whose, let's say, "proclivities," influence her words and actions). I can always count on her to discuss things with Koichi and the gang. [FURUHASHI]
For some reason, I get a lot of chances to show Midnight Sensei in street clothes or disguises. (LOL) I don't know if I'm nailing her whole image correctly or not, but I'm having fun at any rate. [BETTEN]
Midnight is always stylish in just the right way for the occasion, so her hero costume isn’t the way it is just to please the crowds. It’s a deliberate choice, stemming from her progressive sense of aesthetics. Probably. [FURUHASHI]
I’m quickly running out of wardrobe ideas for Midnight’s noncostumed appearances. With the draping, cape-like coat, I was trying to evoke a crisp, military-style look. [BETTEN]
And that’s all I can find! Hope this helps.
#welovecloud answers#mhav#mha#bnha#oboro shirakumo#kayama nemuri#this also just proves that midnight is a vigilantes character#i didnt realize that she had so many extras!#hizashi yamada#shouta aizawa#welovecloud#rooftop gang
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Moral Orel #40: “Sundays” | November 14, 2008 - 12:15AM | S03E10
The episode where the show “really starts crawling up it’s own ass” as Scott Adsit eloquently puts it. It’s true! I described Innocence as a math problem. This one sorta feels that way, and is an interesting experimental episode that takes place over the course of the entire series, but focuses on two minor characters who were often seen together. Dottie, a stuck-up pretty blonde woman and Florence, the overweight woman with pink hair. We flashback to various episodes of the show that involved them that gives new meaning to various interactions they’ve had with, notably, Reverend Putty.
Florence is hopelessly infatuated with the Reverend, who isn’t attracted to her. He likes Dottie, who gets off a little bit on humiliating Florence. The two share an apartment after their marriages fall apart around the same time. They have daughters; one of which we might remember seeing being devoured by zombies in the show’s canonical first episode. The dialogue actually bends over backwards to make sense of it, explaining that she has a twin sister that was adopted out, which explains why she’s seen with a different mother in various episodes. That’s why I call this one a math problem.
This one plays out like a bleak drama about desperately lonely people whose lesser natures more-or-less keep them that way. There is an awkward sexual encounter between Florence and Putty, who comes off especially unlikable in this one. Look, the guy may be my favorite character, but I never said he was a prince. I didn’t even talk about him being racist in the last episode, for example. There’s also a lot of things that won’t make any sense if you’re not already a fan, like seeing a zombie outbreak happening in the background of the opening scenes, for example.
I’m not too high on this one, but I like the bold attempt. It does set up the next episode fairly well, and catches us all up to the present. The final scene is post hunting trip, and as we pan across the various hopeless faces of the citizens of Moralton, the Reverend looks to the normally optimistic Orel as a beacon of hope. No such luck; his leg is in a cast and he’s as miserable as everyone else in town. Thematically it works, even though I don’t really particularly enjoy this episode so much, and it’s a good way to ease us back into the forward-momentum of the show, as the next premiere will actually properly take place post Nature.
44 NIGHTS OF OREL
The programming event in which old episodes were shown each night along with new episodes which hopefully supplied valuable context for one another.
Only one episode was shown before this one. Why not more? At least the Lord’s Greatest Gift would’ve been a great one to show before this. Anyway: they just showed Geniuses, which is the one where the caveman gets thawed out and he becomes a Rush Limbaugh type radio host who preaches against evolution. I think this was the first time I watched this episode was during this event.
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"So Maria Renard is a young and feisty vampire hunter who can communicate with animals and have them help her fight evil! She's really esager to prove her worth! In SOTN she's a young adult who's matured a lot yet she still remains cheerful and optimistic, unwilling to give up on Richter's soul!"
NFCV: ...so she's a strong leader for the French Revolution, got it. It's girl boss time!
Oh you want me to talk about the new preview of Nocturne?
Because boy do I have. Words about it! :D
First of all, the obvious: where is RoB's story? Where is Dracula kidnapping young maidens? What is Erzsebet Báthory doing here, she's the one who in the games causes WWI! Are they going to explain how Dracula has a niece, or is it just a name for the sake of a name?
But yeah, this has nothing to do with either RoB or SoTN. This is just... political commentary for the sake of political commentary. Because we all loved the insistent "CHURCH BAD" from NFCV, right? Seems like kicking out Ellis changed jack shit :D
"the atmospheric backdrop of the French Revolution" ah yes, bloodshed and guillotines, so mystique~
"Richter, the tough young hero who’s continuing the family tradition of vampire hunting" what tradition? Trevor barely killed a vampire in the original show :'D
"Maria, a natural leader who’s fighting inequality in her country, and also a magic user battling the vampire elite" bro. bro she's 12. Why do I fear that she's going to become an expy of Diane from Bojack.
"Annette, who used her power and wits to escape vampire-enforced enslavement in the Caribbean, and now wields magic to stop the impending apocalyptic threat" ohhhhh boy. So first of all, yes, this confirms that the black girl seen in the leaks is indeed Annette. Seems we have another Isaac case on our hands! Now they're free to write her as shittily as they want her to, and fans will immediately jump to accuse you of being anti-blackwashing :'D
Aso, what's with black characters and being former slaves? (or non-white characters in general, if we count the Japanese not-twins) You really can't think of anything else for a black character? They have to be slaves. Okay.
But that's not the issue. The issue is that they gave her magic powers too. Why? Maria already fills that role. Is she going to be Sypha 2.0? Are we already girlbossifying all the women? Why can't she be a normal yet brave woman?
Edouard and Tera prove that we're going to get plenty of OCs from the start.
"Olrox, who killed Richter’s mother years ago and now must decide whether he can stomach teaming up with his sworn enemy in order to stop vampiric world domination" what the fuck. what is this.
"Erzsebet Báthory, aka the one foretold. She’s the queen of vampires, and, if all goes as planned, of the entire world." carmilla. she's carmilla. i swear if a single radfem speech comes out of her mouth...
"In the thick of the French Revolution, members of the so-called lower classes are rising up to fight inequality: “It’s the natural order for them to milk us dry with impossible rents and unpayable taxes,” Maria (Davies), a young leader, laments." yep! So faithful to the spirit of Castlevania! I love that part in RoB where you have to fight Louis XVI <3
"Richter joins forces with Maria and an unlikely crew of characters whose toughened exteriors bely their various tragic backstories." hopefully they'll be treated with more respect than Trevor's :)
"Their last-ditch battle to save humanity becomes fraught with existential questions as each vampire hunter is forced to confront their own troubled (and deeply human) traumatic past." not to be all "play the games", but Richter feeling crushed by his family legacy is way more gripping than a generic "mom died :(". We gonna mention that, Nocturne? Surely, Richter's appeal as a character is why you immediately jumped to RoB/SoTN, right?
"Is Castlevania: Nocturne based on a video game?
Yes, and then some"
YOU FUCKING LIAR.
anyway this already sounds absolutely awful, it has nothing to do with the games, it's going to be so pretentious, maria you deserved better my girl.
Oh, as a bonus...
"As the peasant class rises up against the aristocracy, an even darker threat emerges: a cabal of powerful vampires intent on taking over the world and blotting out the sun forever."
"vampire-enforced enslavement"
So, a vampire cabal is behind a slave trade...
This is what happens when NFCV is falsely accused of being woke without anyone pointing out how deeply offensive it actually is.
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Let’s talk about the return of Ao no Exorcist (ch133.1 & ch133.2)!
After a long hiatus, it came back last month! :D And I have some thoughts to share!
Rin as a diversion
To start with, it really struck me that Rin doesn’t seem emotionally involved in this fight. Not only does he see himself just as a diversion, but also, he doesn’t seem particularly invested in fighting against Satan, despite “kicking Satan’s butt” being his initial motivation back when the story started.
On the one hand, it shows his growth after he visited the path and realized that Satan’s madness, Yuri’s and Fujimoto’s deaths were more complicated than just being Satan’s fault. It also shows that he knows he’s now one part of the team designed to take Satan’s down and that he has to focus on his role.
On the other hand, this detachment might hide how conflicted he is about his own demon self? A part of him that he recently managed to tame and cage (using this side of his when he decides to), whereas the answer probably lies more into these two natures within him learning to coexist peacefully.
To be honest Rin kinda worries me in this fight, I hope he doesn’t pull a Yukio, now that Yukio’s doing better. Speaking of which...
Yukio’s openly trusting his allies
I AM SO HAPPY! I had predicted that Shura’s presence in the group was mostly so that Yukio would have someone he would accept to rely on and I’m even happier that Shura jokes around that he must be sick to admit he’s not 100% fine, all the while openly recognizing that mentally he’s doing better.
I love how mature she’s being despite the scene being hilariously crafted and I’m glad they had this genuine moment of apologizing to each other when Yukio, in particular, used to be openly angry at Shura for sometimes messing with him.
On top of relying on Shura, he also respected Neuhaus’ analysis of the situation, despite Neuhaus once being his enemy, which again shows that he’s doing a lot better, allowing himself to work with his allies instead of deciding to carry the burden solo (especially meaningful, considering that he thought Satan’s comeback was his fault, until Lightning refused to blame him).
Keep it up, Yukio! Hopefully, you’re going to be fine, my boy. ^3^
Lucy, Shima and the black flame
First of all, can I just say that Lucy is a true icon, as the older badass female warrior having the loyalty of black flame’s dragon demon?
TBH, I already addressed in the past that a lot of girl characters in Ao no Exorcist are given roles that would usually be given to guys in other Shonen series, which is a huge reason I’m so fond of Kato-sensei’s writing.
Between Shiemi who was “the main girl” but who turned out to be the mysterious ace no one knows the truth about, Shura as the mentor, Yuri as an intelligent woman who defeated her abuser and now Lucy, an older lady, as the badass warrior in charge, I enjoy that we’re allowed to see women being considered as strong and skilled as men.
I have no idea about the consequences of Satan’s attack on her...
...but hopefully she’s going to survive, because she’s way too awesome to pass away right now (also still want her at some point to say to the twins that they “truly are Yuri Egin’s kids”).
That being said, now that she’s possibly injured and thus out of the fight...
...Maybe Shima will be forced to take over, wielding another strong demon kin of the black flame category, seeing how useful they are against the Illuminati?
Satan’s an ass who deserves to be sealed away
Hopefully, this part isn’t anything new to anyone who’s been reading this series for a while.
Though I would just like to point out that, since destroying everything but his vessel is “the greatest joy”, clearly it’s yet another proof that Satan never loved Yuri and only saw her as relevant as long as she could provide him with whatever he wanted.
Again, that’s nothing new, but since there used to be some Satan/Yuri shippers in the fandom, I always love to point out that he’s a textbook abusive asshole who deserves to go down. :D
By the way, special mention to the King of Insects
Yeah kudos to Beelzebub for having a super cool introduction a few chapters ago only to become quite lame in this one, lmao. xDD
Finally, let’s talk about the greatest disaster to happen soon
AKA, "Shadow must bow before the strength of light”...
Truly, I loved Arthur’s incredible show of strength at the end of the chapter. However, if that doesn’t scream that he’s going to become a wonderful and strong vessel for Lucifer, at this point I don’t know what does. :/
I’d like to point out that for now the battle seems to be in favor of the True Cross’ Knights only because the first defeat is near, probably when Lucifer manages to possess Arthur and very probably beat the shit out of our dear King of Time who will then lose his vessel (how symbolic, when Arthur openly hates Mephisto).
At this point, Shiemi will probably become unable to seal Satan away without Mephisto, leading to the True Cross Order failing for now as the Illuminati will stand strong with both Satan and Lucifer inhabiting almost invulnerable vessels. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Prepare for the worst, fellow AnE fans, it will come soon... (actually I can’t wait). :D
As always, loved it! See you guys soon!!
#ao no exorcist#okumura rin#okumura yukio#arthur auguste angel#kirigakure shura#shima renzou#lucy yang#igor neuhaus#ane 133#ane theory#my analysis
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Sanders Sides Musical Madness (A Songfic Series) Part 2: Lover 🩵💔 & 💚💛
Relationships- One Sided Intruality, Demus
Song this oneshot is based on- Lover by Plot Twist
Au: High school Au, Human Au
Content Warnings- Patton angst, mention of intrusive thoughts (not in detail)
A/N: I put the song lyrics in this oneshot as well, so the lyrics are in parentheses. There’s also brackets around what’s supposed to be a text message on Patton’s phone towards the end of the oneshot. Also, this was inspired by the several Gacha Life/Club music videos that exist for this song on YouTube. The AO3 link and link to the previous and next part will be at the end of this oneshot.
Patton looked at his reflection in his vanity mirror and smiled at himself. His blonde hair was brushed nicely and he was wearing his favorite sweater and jeans. Today was the day he’d confess his feelings to Remus. Patton never thought he’d fall for one of his childhood friends, but here he was. He only realized his feelings a few weeks ago, so he hasn’t told any of his other friends about it yet. Patton wanted to process his feelings on his own first and avoid drawing attention to them, in case Remus ended up rejecting him if he eventually confessed.
“You’ve got this, Pat. And if he rejects you, hopefully he’ll still want to be your friend.” Patton says to try and comfort himself. He quickly grabs his backpack and exits his room. He waves goodbye to his parents before leaving the house and walking towards his high school.
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Patton arrives at school and walks over to his friend group’s usual meeting spot, which is by the big tree in front of the school. He sees Remus and Roman already there, but he also notices someone new. Remus is the first to notice Patton approaching and smiles widely, waving at Patton to call him over.
Patton finally is close enough to speak to the twins and whoever this new person is. The stranger has dark brown hair than stops a few inches above their shoulders. They also have a birthmark on the left side of their face as well as heterochromia.
(I see the way you look at her
I've never seen you look at me like that
It doesn’t matter what I've heard
No one has to tell me twice
I can see it in your eyes)
Remus motions to the new person and speaks to Patton, “Pat! This is Janus, he’s new to this school and Roman was asked by the principal to show him to his classes.” Remus then smiles brightly at Janus, and Patton can’t help but pay attention to the way his crush looks at Janus. Remus never looked at him like that before. Remus never looked at any of his friends like that. Soon Virgil and Logan arrived and the friend group plus Janus talked to each other for a bit before heading inside for their homerooms.
Throughout the school day, Patton kept thinking about Remus and Janus. Maybe he shouldn’t confess today after all….
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(She's got everyone wrapped around her finger
Oh, the girl you want
I will never be her)
Patton didn’t end up confessing that day, and Janus ended up joining the friend group. Everyone seemed to like Janus. Roman now had someone to speak about theater with. Logan had someone to talk about ethics and philosophy with. Virgil had someone besides Remus to watch horror movies with. And Remus finally had someone other than Logan who was comfortable hearing about his darker thoughts.
Patton was happy for Remus. His crush now had Janus to help him deal with his intrusive thoughts. Logan was there to listen to Remus when he needed to discuss his thoughts, but Patton could tell that Logan got a bit worn out from being the only one there to help.
Still, Patton couldn’t help but wish he was the one there to comfort Remus. But the intrusive thoughts were too much for Patton to listen to. He’d never be able to compete with Janus in that regard. So all Patton could do was watch as Remus started spending more and more time with Janus. Patton wasn’t going to let his jealousy cause him to try and separate Remus and Janus. His crush needed Janus’s support, and clearly appreciated Janus’ company.
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(I know I’m not the perfect lover
And I can tell you love her
I can tell you love her, love her
She feels like summer
Gets along with your mother
So go ahead and love her
Go ahead and love her, love her, lover
I'm not the perfect lover
I'm not the perfect lover)
A month after Janus joined the friend group, Remus and Roman invited everyone over for a sleepover. Patton was one of the last people to arrive. When he got there, he saw Janus talking with the twins’ mother. They were discussing musicals, and she seemed to really enjoy the conversation. Patton had spoken with the twins’ mother many times before. But it took a while for her to warm up to him when she first met him. Meanwhile, this is the first time Janus is meeting her and they’re already getting along really well.
The sleepover activities included watching movies, playing video games, and just chatting. During the movies, Patton noticed how close Remus and Janus got to each other. Janus was resting his head on Remus’ shoulder and Remus wrapped his arm around Janus’ shoulder. Patton’s heart ached at the sight since Remus used to let him rest his head on his shoulder during movie nights.
That night, Patton couldn’t fall asleep. He kept thinking about how his crush clearly liked Janus. This thought hurt, but Patton wanted to be happy for Remus. Remus was his friend after all. And he probably wouldn’t be the perfect lover for Remus anyway…
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(Your taste in music is the same
Is that all it really takes to win your heart
Oh I don't want to play that way
Why do I get butterflies when yours flew away from mine)
Remus liked to talk about Janus a lot now whenever Patton hung out with him. Remus would talk about how he and Janus have so much in common. They both have similar music tastes and like the same types of horror movies. And Janus is comfortable letting him vent about his intrusive thoughts when they become too much to handle alone.
Was that all it took to win Remus’ heart? Just having enough common interests and being able to listen to him vent? Patton wished he could meet these standards if that was the case. But he can’t change himself that much.
Patton wishes his crush would go away, so he’d stop feeling heartbroken every time he saw Janus and Remus spending time together. But maybe if Patton kept waiting, Remus might end up falling for him still. After all, Remus and Janus aren’t dating. And Remus hasn’t even confirmed that he has a crush on Janus. So maybe this jealousy and worry is all for nothing….
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(She's got everyone wrapped around her finger
Oh, the girl you want
I will never be her)
A few days before the last day of school, Remus pulled Patton and Roman aside on their way to the cafeteria for lunch.
“Hey Pat, Ro, there’s something important I have to tell you two…” Remus says, and fidgets with the bottom of his shirt.
“What is it Re? Should I be worried? I don’t see you acting this serious often ....” Roman asks, his voice sounding both curious and concerned.
Remus takes a deep breath before replying, “Well since you two are my best friends I just wanted to tell you that I have a crush on Janus. And I want to confess today, so that way if it goes badly I won’t have to see him for a while since the last day of school is soon. And I wanted to ask you both for advice on how to confess.”
Roman smiles brightly and says, “It’s about time you act on your feelings! I noticed your crush a long time ago and I was starting to think I’d have to knock some sense into you to get you to confess.”
Patton is speechless. His fear came true. Remus has feelings for Janus and is going to confess today. And there’s nothing else he can do to try and win Remus over. So Patton fakes a smile and replies, “I’m so happy for you Remus! And I’d love to offer you some advice.”
Patton and Roman then help Remus plan out his confession.
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(I know I'm not the perfect lover
And I can tell you love her
I can tell you love her, love her
She feels like summer
Gets along with your mother
So go ahead and love her
Go ahead and love her, love her, lover)
As Remus takes Janus by the hand at the end of the school day to go and confess, Patton watches with teary eyes. He knows Janus will say yes and Remus will get the happy ending he deserves.
(I'm not the perfect lover
I'm not the perfect lover)
Later that night, Patton sees a notification from the group chat on his phone. It’s from Remus.
[Remus 💚🐙: Guess what everyone! Janus and I are dating now :D]
Patton immediately shuts off his phone and starts to cry. He will never be what Remus wants in a partner. He’ll always just be a friend.
Maybe he’ll never be the perfect lover for anyone….
End Notes: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the oneshot. And if you did enjoy, please consider liking and rebloging this post.
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51458017
Previous Part: https://www.tumblr.com/monkeythefander/733456075479826432/sanders-sides-musical-madness-a-songfic-series
Next Part: To be added
#sanders sides#roman sanders#virgil sanders#logan sanders#remus sanders#janus sanders#patton sanders#demus#janus x Remus#intruality#patton x remus#one sided love#unrequited love#unrequited intruality#patton angst#sanders sides fanfiction#sanders sides songfics#sanders sides oneshots#sanders sides angst#sanders sides musical madness songfic book#one sided intruality
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Reviews while I watch Trigun Stampede: Episode 3-5
This is going to be a hefty one. Hopefully I can catch up a majority of everything I missed before I get busy again next week. Let’s do this. Time for more gender envy.
Seven cities?
Oh yeah. The son died last time.
Oh god. There’s another one dead. And all of them have some on them. Why doesn’t he just blow all of them up?
That is a very creepy villain. All his mannerisms are so damn good. He is also clearly very injured/scarred with all the bandaging. We don’t see any of his face.
Who’s the random wanderer?
Oh god he really does care for the other people. He just got so serious. And he cares for any life really, even if they caused harm.
OOOOO its the twin! And the twin killed the bomber. I love the music in this!!!!
I just realised one his jacket, he has a logo that says project seeds. And with the brother saying that the plants belong to them, I’m assuming the facility that the brother destroyed was making the plants as a sustainable energy. It’s also why Vash knew so much about them at the start of the series. (sorry if this was known beforehand. I just only picked up on it now)
The brother is so creepy. Ooo. He’s been brought back in time and the gun has been destroyed. The scientist is definitely about to die.
They do really well with suspense and cinematography to portray the fear and chaos required for the shots to work. It is so damn good.
And now there are monsters. And the brother’s feet are covered in blood. Good imagery. Who’s this new guy?
Yissus this episode is harsh.
Ooo. do we get to see a face? Nope guess not. Partial one.
The weapon is really cool though. Terrifying but cool.
We’re getting snippets of the face.
DID THE CHILD JUST DIE??
And now Vash is being cast out.
----Between episodes thoughts----
What the actual fuck? This show was already mental but now. Wow. They did so well setting the brother up as a threat. What started as just a small look has become world destroying. Wow. Just wow. They’ve done so damn well with this.
----Episode 4----
For some reason my player has decided to break. Fun.
Ooo. New person.
I will say it again. This opening is sick. I need to check out a translation.
Thats a lot of bugs.
He got properly smacked. I feel like her driving is making things worse.
Oh god. Everyone is dead. Ominous noise is ominous. And there is a child as well.
This man is praying for others but doesn’t know the prayers. Who is this man and what is he trying to do while carrying a cross with him?
Worm?
Yes. Worm. They have been eaten.
The reporter does not trust this new man.
That is one nimble child. And now two people have been attacked.
Noice. Two very different ideologies. And he might be an assassin. Nice. And Roberto is gone.
I really like Vash’s personality. And they were just snorted out. Wow. And they’re back inside again. Noice. And the kid is a worm controller.
OOOOO. They look so cool!! I love the kid’s design.
The cross was a gun. Why am I not even surprised? That is such a convoluted design. It’s great. He must really hate worms.
New party member.
THEY’RE WORKING TOGETHER??
Ominous threat is ominous.
----between episode thoughts----
Not as crazy or heart wrenching as the previous one but an excellent introduction to the new characters - leading us to question their motives. Why does he want to be connected with Vash?
There is a morse code message in the closing.
But one that isn’t complete? Or wrong?
(.- ... .-.. -.--- --.)
The fourth letter has too many dashes, if you remove the last dash it is: ASLYG
Anyways. Just noticed that as I was typing the between. And it is blatantly morse code so yeah.
----Episode 5----
More new characters?
We actually know nothing about his arm, don’t we? Why does he have a metal arm?
Nicolas changed Vash’s nickname. Nice.
Spoopy threat for the episode. Unknown monster and child.
More shooting. And a creepy monster. Nicolas is helping him though.
The mother is going to sacrifice the child, isn’t she? Yeup. Imagine overhearing that. Oo the scene got smaller and smaller. That was cool.
The child was a thing from the past. Understandable. Oooooof. This backstory is harsh. It got worse!! Is the thing they’re fighting the child?
Fuck.
Vash knew the kid as a baby?
Oh no. He dead.
The wind came back when the child died.
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Nicolas is working for the Brother!!!
----after thoughts----
Damn this show has such good writing, then the cinematography and the music/ It’s so damn good. I love it.
Also the morse code is the same at the end of every episode.
Edit:
Just found out that the morse code says Okaeri which means Welcome home. That is so touching and devastating. In the terms of the anime as a whole its nice for a welcome home as the anime is remade. But in the case of the story with the closing showing the connections between the twins, that is terrifying if its a welcome home from the brother. Vash is in serious trouble if it’s coming from him.
I love that though.
#anime#reivew#Trigun Stampede#chaos#this show gives me too many emotions#it is so damn good#Will probably be a top favourite if it keeps this up#so pretty#and so many good twists and set ups#ahhhh#gender envy#as always#reviews while I watch#kyranskye
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ring tv series ideas!
idk if it’s an omen that most of my posts apparently involve read-more links now
1. found footage comedy where alberich and loge are roommates and fuck shit up
- basically a rheingold prequel
- loge is the one with a camera/camcorder and he also comments on everything
- mime should also be running around somewhere
- bonus points if it features the young gods & giants as side characters
- should be mainly funny but we should also receive an explanation of why alberich is the way he is in rheingold
2. very dark Whatever Happened To Wotan’s Children series
- two parallel storylines that eventually diverge into three: the twins (who are separated pretty quickly) and the valkyries
- only element of lightheartedness: the valkyries when they’re between 3 and 12 because i don’t think they can do their job yet and instead probably bother the shit out of wotan
- but once each one turns 12, she’s sent to the battlefield
- a lot of gaslighting on wotan’s part is involved that ‘this is all a fun adventure! also, your new task for life involves my orders, which you shall never disobey OR ELSE’ when it’s very clear for the viewers that it is not at all what it is
- never mind, there’s one other element of humour: fricka and the valkyries trying to get along. fricka is like a side plot: she occasionally appears because she stalks wotan (she says so herself lol) and she does not like wotan’s daughters, but they kind of grudgingly respect each other.
- whatever happens to the twins is just straight-up terrible
- there should be a lot of ~foreshadowing~
- good casting would be paramount. hollywood’s tendency to cast 27-year olds as 15-year old teenagers does not fly at all here. half the point of this tv series is that everyone is too young for what’s happening and it has to look exactly that way.
- the other point of this tv series is to show how childhood events shape your person. wotan, while one of the worst parents to ever hit the stage, does love his children in some way. except he’s also abusive. and most of his children don’t really realise that, though they’re greatly affected by it. they have reasons to love him and reasons to be afraid of him, and it’s all very complicated and confusing for everyone involved and should reflect the complexities of growing up with an sometimes-abusive, sometimes-neglectful, always-mercurial parent.
3. siegfried-and-mime tragicomedy
- tragicomedy because it’s really fcking funny to see Siegfried The Little Monster Child overpower mime from age 7 but also really tragic.
- would be an interesting way of examining the power (im)balances in a parent-child relationship
- siegfried is relentless in terrorising mime
- and mime resorts to more and more trickery to get this kid to love him. or at least, not fucking kill him
- an interesting opportunity to examine what love is, and where usefulness starts. did mime try to love siegfried initially? how does he think love works? when did mime hatch the plan that the kid needs to fetch him the ring?
- most importantly: did mime go through the same development that alberich did: he can’t get love (parental love in this case), so he’ll take power instead? how lonely was mime in his little isolated life before this monstrous kid showed up?
4. hagen-and-the-gibichungs coming-of-age series
- various people growing up at the court of the gibichungs!
- there’s gunther, growing up in the shadow of his father, but no matter what he does, he can’t seem to match what’s expected of him. everyone seems to know that he’ll be a subpar king one day, and the older he grows, the more this feeling kills him. time to tell a story of failed ambition and skirted responsibilities!
- there’s gutrune, who grows up sheltered from much of it. there’s marriage, and that’s all she can hope for, kind of, so hopefully it’ll be fine. not a very good outlook on life in the first place, so she spends much time with mental and emotional escapism.
- there’s hagen, who tells no one about his misery. his misery is his father, who visits his nightmares from when he’s ten and doesn’t let him sleep.
(- this should be legit creepy and have a horror vibe)
- hagen grows up tired. so, so tired. it makes him cold and angry and dead on the inside. his father is the only one in the whole court who calls him ‘my hero’, even if it’s just to get hagen to like him. essentially a story of a similar vein as Whatever Happened To Wotan’s Children, but with aforementioned creepy horror vibe so it feels like childhood is an active nightmare and not a subtle manipulation that only the audience perceives in full
- should be narrated by either gutrune (who could prove a remarkable amount of observation skill for someone who’s not allowed to do much in life) or hagen (if we want a really depressed narrator, who nonetheless knows more than everyone else)
- they have to be proper friends. i won’t like it if they’re not proper friends :(
#opera#richard wagner#classical music#orchestra#ring cycle#classical music meme#opera shitpost#opera memes#music
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3, 5, & 8 for the new years writing ask!! Happy new year :)
3. Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one?
I have no idea! It’s definitely possible but I have no plans for any other fandoms at the moment! I’ve definitely had ideas for other marvel fandoms (especially crossovers with Loki characters but also others being involved) but other than a vague idea I jotted down for Sylvie and Peggy Carter meeting I don’t have any planned fics for other fandoms!
If I had to predict, the only one I could imagine is if my rewatches of Steven Universe allow that show to dig it’s claws back into me lol. I wrote a few snippets for things when I was like 17-18, after I’d stopped writing/posting fics officially but had short little scene ideas I wanted to write down. I adore that show still but I’m not at peak obsession/interest like I am with the Loki fandom! But we’ll see! It’s always possible that something like that (or maybe even season 2 of Our Flag Means Death?!) could inspire me enough to write something else!
5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?
I have a few that are first up! The main one is my 5+1 Christmas/New Year fic, I need to finish that soon so it’s not *too* far beyond the holidays lol. I’m a bit over half done and it’s short little sections so hopefully soon! Here’s a little preview!
Sylvie shrugs and starts tearing into the present, the goofy mustache themed wrapping paper being shredded effortlessly. She pulls out a long piece of fabric, bright green and covered in a slightly gaudy combination of gingerbread cookies, candy canes, Santas, snowflakes and reindeer. Holding it up in front of her and shaking it out reveals a long fleece onesie.
Loki gives an exaggerated frown that doesn’t stick as he lets out a laugh. “Shall I guess what mine is?” Loki gestures to his identical package.
“I have one too,” Mobius grins, cheeky and way too proud of himself. He clearly knows that his two much more stylish partners aren’t taken by the loud patterned pajamas, but when he’d seen them at the store he couldn’t resist.
“We’re meant to wear them and, ah, ‘twin’, are we?” Sylvie smirks slightly, her eyebrow raised.
“Triplet, yes. And I have more for the other Lokis when they come over tomorrow. Croki included.”
8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?
It’s not fully in the vault, as I do have a bunch of notes and planning and even a few snippets for it, but it has been dragged along for a while and beyond what I have on the page there has been an insane amount of just sitting and thinking about it trying to sort it out in my brain and make it click! And that would be my Boastful Loki fic! In the vein of having written origins and/or rescues for the other void Lokis, I’ve wanted to tackle Boastful’s story for so long. I have a whole document of outlines and notes from conversations with people like @insert-witty-user-name-here where we discussed ideas and thoughts, all trying to build to the full fic, but it just hasn’t come together yet. Because we know so little about him (barely a personality beyond a few traits and no backstory) there are so many directions it could go, and I already have the main event that causes his deviation (briefly hinted at in “In the Middle of the Night”) but deciding exactly how I want the story to unfold to make it as impactful and fitting as I want, it’s just not there yet 😅 I hope this is the year it finally gets done!! I’m not sure if it’d be better or worse to finish it before Season 2, it’d be nice to solidify it with my own ideas but there’s a possibility he could show up again and we’d get some canon stories for him 🤔 Ideally I’d like to finish before summer/season 2 but we’ll see lol. Even if not the origin, I do have some plans for Boastful to show up and get some more time to shine in the found family series!!
Thank you for the ask!! ☺️
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Cries in the Dark
Slight spoiler for “All In” ahead, you have been warned.
Hello everyone, thDorkMagnet here! Today I bring to you all something from Amphibia, a fantastic series and one of my favorite cartoons this decade! The finale left me hungry for more and my only way to process feelings is through writing so here we are. Plus I wanted to honor the show by creating a little something to celebrate its fantastic run. This one is all about Sprig, easily my favorite character from the series, following my personal interpretations of the event that killed his parents. Lots of angst and blood and tearshed in this one. Have some tissues on hand and thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: Amphibia and all its characters belongs to Matt Braly and Disney. All rights go to them.
A shriek pierced the blood-soaked air, a warning of death and despair to all who heard its shrill call, those that still breathed that is. Wartwood lay in shambles, buildings ripped apart by thick claws and bodies torn to shreds by razor-sharp beaks, the countryside stained red in the aftermath.
And yet, still the hunt wasn't finished. The twin herons no longer seeked to fill their bellies with flesh and bones, their appetite had already been quenched by the frightened townsfolk. No, now they were driven by something much simpler: the instinctual desire to kill. And luckily for them, they had smelt new flesh to consume.
"Get them below ground!"
"I know, I'm going!"
"Have you seen my scythe?"
"That won't do any good against those beasts." A shriek echoed through the cottage. The small tadpole was woken from his slumber, barely peeking open a tired eye. He knew it wasn’t time to get up, there was no light shining through the windows and yet they were awake for some reason. He was being carried by someone, their hold familiar and safe.
"Oh frog, I can hear them!"
"They're getting close, we need to get them away from the kids!"
He recognized the voices, it was mommy and daddy. And they sounded upset about something. That put the tiny tadpole on edge.
"I'll go, I'm faster."
The tadpole heard a door swing open and they started down a few steps.
"No, you need to stay with Sprig and Polly. I'll go."
"No! You can't!" His mom grabbed daddy's arm, leaving only one arm to support his weight. It wasn’t enough in Sprig’s opinion and he shifted around to try and get his mom’s attention, hoping to show her his discomfort.
"We don't have time for this! They'll be here any minute!" Sprig saw his mom’s eyes fill with tears. No, no. This was all wrong. Why was mommy crying? Mommy didn’t cry. His daddy pressed his forehead to his mom’s, closing his eyes tightly and she did the same. “Look, I'll be careful, I'm gonna lure them towards Toad Tower. Hopefully those brutes will have some idea of how to handle them."
"Please be safe." Mommy sounded so sad. A few tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping onto Sprig’s blanket. He tried to reach up and touch her, wanting to catch her tears. Maybe if he did he could make her smile again. He liked it better when she smiled.
"I love you." Why was daddy so sad too? Sprig wanted to understand but he didn’t.
"I love you too."
Sprig watched his daddy hand a bundle of something to mommy before walking away. He could hear the creak of a door, the light slowly draining away from the room, soon they would be in total darkness. Sprig protested this, crying and wriggling in his mother’s grasp. “No! No dark! No dark!” He grabbed on tightly to her arm with his little nubs, burying his head so he wouldn’t have to see the spooky darkness. His arms had only just started growing in, only tiny stumps had managed to form but he still clung to his mommy with all his might.
“Sprig we have to close the door. Otherwise they’ll find us.”
“No dark!” Sprig cried again stubbornly. He was used to getting his way.
“Shhhh, Sprig you’ll wake Polly.”
There was a pause before he heard his daddy talk again. “I’ll leave it cracked. Close it if they get too close.”
He heard his daddy hop away, his steps getting softer until they were completely gone. Again Sprig didn’t like this. If he was gonna have to be in this smelly, dark room he wanted both his parents there. “Daddy! Want daddy!”
“Shhh, shhh, there, there, my darling.” His mommy rocked him back and forth, slowly relaxing Sprig back down. He closed his eyes ready to drift back into the realm of sleep, only for a sharp cry to pierce through his peaceful dreams. It sounded big and dangerous and even in the safety of his mom’s arms he couldn’t help but shiver a little in fear.
“Mommy, bad noise,” he whispered.
“I know, honey. I know.” His mommy didn’t even look at him. She was looking at the door and her face was filled with worry. It made Sprig uneasy.
A few minutes passed, every so often interrupted by the feral cries of the deadly birds, the grip on Sprig getting stronger each time. Every time he heard the horrible wail he buried his head a little deeper in his blanket, hoping the horrible sound would just go away and leave them alone. He wanted this to all just be a bad dream. He wanted to wake up and see his mommy and daddy smiling down at him. Instead, he stayed in the dark, musty basement, listening to those awful, awful noises.
It got closer and closer, each more frightening and vicious than the last… until suddenly it stopped. The silence was somehow more scary than the noise. Everything was eerily quiet, like all sound had been banished, save for the breathing of his mother and the pounding heart of her heart.
Minutes passed and Sprig could no longer hear the wailing. His mom seemed to relax some and he began to calm as well, maybe it was over after all. But then the peace couldn’t last.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash from above, Sprig crying out in fear, his mother covering his mouth to muffle the cry. He heard the noise again, that horrible, ear-piercing wail, only now it seemed to be right over their heads. He felt his mom’s grip tense again, her eyes focused on the door.
She swallowed hard, glancing down at her baby tearfully. She kissed his head before gently laying him down on the cold, basement floor. Sprig felt a chill and whined in protest but his mom shushed him softly. “Sprig. I’m going to be right back, okay. Whatever happens, don’t leave this room until someone comes and gets you okay?”
“No mommy. No leave,” Sprig cried, tears surfacing in the small tadpole’s eyes.
“I have to, baby. But you’ll be okay. Just stay as quiet as you can. Can you do that for mommy?”
She lovingly rubbed his cheek and he nodded, holding back tears. “Mmhmm.”
“Good boy,” she whispered, kissing him once more.
Sprig watched as his mom leaned down and kissed Polly, who was still amazingly asleep after everything that happened, then slowly started up the stairs. She glanced back one last time at her babies before shutting the door, leaving Sprig engulfed in darkness.
He whined once as he shivered on the dark basement floor but swallowed back anymore tears. He told mommy he would stay quiet. He curled up under his blanket, listening for any more bad noises while he waited for his eyes to adjust.
It didn't take long for him to hear another one, this so much worse now that he had no one to comfort him through it all. The horrific howl burned deep into Sprig's subconscious, his blood turning to ice as he shuddered uncontrollably, pulling the blanket tighter around him. His pounding heart was starting to hurt with each heavy beat and Sprig briefly wondered if he was dying. He hoped he was wrong. He didn't want the last thing he heard to be that horrible screeching sound.
He wished his mommy or daddy were there, maybe then this would all fell much less scary. Maybe he could even be brave like they wanted him too. Instead all he could do was cower in the dark and wait for the nightmare to end.
There was another horrific screech, this one as deadly as the last, but it was what followed that shook Sprig to his core. A blood-curdling scream, one oddly familiar. It didn’t sound monstrous like the other bad noises, it sounded scared. It sounded like it was in pain.
Sprig whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks. He wanted his mom. He wanted her so bad.
The scream was finally enough to wake up Polly, his baby sister bawling and crying uncontrollably as she demanded attention and care. Sprig knew it was bad for her to be making noise. He needed to stop her, before whatever was making those awful sounds heard them. So, gathering his courage he left the safety of his warm blanket and slowly crawled across the cold, basement floor over to his sister.
Tears streamed down Polly’s face as he finally reached her. He tried to shush her a few times, before finally getting her attention. His baby sister immediately stopped her cries, staring up at her brother with big, teary eyes. Polly giggled up at her brother, happy and content once more. Sprig wished it was that easy for him but he couldn’t stop shaking.
Another awful shriek from above, followed by violent crashes and banging. It sounded like the house was being ripped apart, wood snapping and breaking with ease as entire walls caved in to an unseen pressure, falling loudly to the floor below. It was deafening for the poor tadpole and Sprig covered his ears as best he could with his tiny stump hands, waiting for it to end. Polly started to cry again as her fragile ears were assaulted by the thundering crashes, which echoed painfully in their hiding spot. Sprig didn’t worry about quieting her this time, nothing could be heard over the chaos above.
“E-Everything gonna be okay,” he whispered, less to Polly and more to himself. “W-We’ll be okay.” Sprig rocked back and forth, his voice choked by tears as he tried to comfort his terrified mind. “Mommy is gonna come. She fix it.”
He could smell smoke in the air, hear the crackling of flames over their heads. Were they even safe anymore?
“Mommy gonna be back.”
The smoke was thicker with Sprig’s next breath and he coughed. “M-Mommy’s coming,” he whimpered, fresh tears surfacing.
It was becoming difficult to breathe, each new inhale filling his aching lungs with the poisonous smoke, the small tadpole choking and gasping in the tainted air. “Mommy’s coming,” he coughed one last time.
His head spun, the world going dark. Sprig couldn’t breathe. He didn’t want to breathe. It hurt so bad to breathe.
And through it all, the monstrous shrieks continued.
“Mommy… come back,” Sprig cried, desperate tears clouding his vision.
There was a new sound above: a yell, this one not of pain but of anger. Sprig could hear muffled shouting as well as the ever-present shriek but it sounded different somehow. Less hungry.
And somehow, someway, the noises fled. The banging ceased, the piercing shrieks growing softer and distant, until at last the farm was quiet once again, save for the crackle of the fire and Sprig’s heavy breaths.
He checked on his baby sister but she had gone quiet too, staring up at Sprig with curious eyes. He had no explanation to offer her, he was just as lost as she was. Though he felt a bit hopeful now. Maybe mommy and daddy would come back now that the scary noises were gone.
He suddenly coughed, reminding him the air was still filled with suffocating smoke. He wanted to leave the basement but his mom had said to stay and wait for her. He didn't want to break his promise. Luckily, the door to the basement started to open, Sprig's eyes filling with excitement as he waited to greet his mom and dad, holding out his stubby hands towards them.
But it wasn't the familiar faces of his parents that greeted Sprig, it was his grandfather's. "Hop Pop," Sprig said in confusion.
The old frog looked about as far from his cheerful self as possible, his cheeks stained with tears and his features twisted in worry. His clothes were torn and disheveled, covered in soot and blood, several cuts littering his body. As his eyes landed on the two tadpoles something indescribable flashed in his eyes, a mixture of so many emotions at once it nearly gave the old frog whiplash. Pain, grief, relief, guilt, fear, so many feelings circled through Hop Pop as he rushed over to his only two living relatives.
"Oh thank frog! I thought they got you too!" he cried, a broken whimper replacing his normally chipper tone. He didn't even sound like the Hop Pop Sprig knew. He ran over, pulling both kids into a crushing hug, Polly starting another crying fit in protest. "I was so worried!" he sobbed, holding his grandkids close to his heart, the relief palpable in his voice. "I was so sure that those birds had… had…"
Hop Pop couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence, instead pulling away from the kids, studying Polly and Sprig closely. "You ain't hurt, are ya?" Sprig shook his head gazing up at his grandpa with wide, confused eyes. The older frog did a quick check just to be sure they were fine, taking an extra moment to just memorize their features. For a moment there he had been sure he would never see them again… alive at least. It was a miracle he was holding them in his arms at all and a part of Hop Pop still didn't believe this was real, but real or not he would cherish the second chance he had been given.
“Where mommy and daddy go?” Sprig asked and Hop Pop felt his heart shatter at the innocent question. He was still so young, how could one still so new to this world possibly comprehend the tragedy that just occured? He couldn’t help but feel unequipped to deal with this situation but Hop Pop no longer had a choice.
“They’re… they’re gone,” he whispered softly, trying to keep new tears from springing to his eyes.
“When they coming back?” Sprig innocently asked.
Hop Pop sighed. “They aren’t, little one.”
The tiny tadpole gasped before tears started dripping down his face. “No, no, no! Want mommy! Want daddy!” Sprig screamed, wiggling around unhappily, hitting the older frog’s arms with his small stumps. Hop Pop didn’t stop the child’s tantrum, holding back tears as he just let his grandson get the anger and hurt out of his system. Hop Pop wanted so much to join in, to let go and weep brokenly until all the pain and guilt became numb emptiness, but he couldn't. He had to try and stay strong for the two tadpoles in his care now, he was all they had left. It was his duty to be a strong figure in their lives, no matter how much it tore him apart on the inside.
The tiny tadpole continued to cry and scream, demanding his parents be brought back to him but no amount of tears could undo the tragedy of that night. He expected his Hop Pop to give in to his tantrum or scold him for his fits but his grandpa only watched on sadly. Eventually, Sprig wore himself out, his angry scream fading into silent sobs, burying his face in the old frog's chest.
"I know… I know," was all Hop Pop could say, his voice a broken whisper. He sucked in a shaky breath, fighting back the sob lingering at the back of his throat. "It'll be okay," he lied.
Hop Pop gathered the little strength he had left in his tired body to try and comfort his kids, saying gently, "It's gonna be just us from now on. But we'll be alright, you'll see." He was more talking to himself than the two tadpoles but maybe he needed to hear it more than them. "And I promise you as long as there's breath in this old frog's body I'm gonna protect ya. Nothin's ever gonna hurt ya again." He held his two grandkids close to him, feeling their warm bodies cling on tightly to him. In that moment the only thing stronger than Hop Pop's grief was his promise. "I'll keep you safe, no matter what."
The words echoed through the dark room, overpowering the thick stench of smoke and decay until only the promise remained. "…No matter what."
Time passed and life in Amphibia continued on. The destruction was cleared away, as the repairs began on Wartwood. The bodies were buried and blessed, including those of the two fallen Planters. Soon the tragedy was but a distant memory for the townsfolk, loss was often in Amphibia and life had to be cherished while it lasted.
The Planters farm was built anew, Hop Pop spending his life's savings to fix his broken childhood home. Seasons passed and with each harvest the crops grew bigger and healthier than the year before. The same could be said of young Sprig and Polly. The eldest sprouted legs and grew into a fine, young frog full of life and adventure. Polly's arms grew in and her fiery spirit was unmatched by any unlucky enough to cross paths with her. Although the pain never went away, Hop Pop soon began to move on from the tragedy, the joy of raising his two grandkids easing his aching heart.
For Sprig, the memories of that blood-soaked night were lost to time. And with it, his parents faded from his mind as well. Soon he couldn't picture their faces or hear their voice, until the pain of his loss morphed into something far more complicated. They had left a hole in his heart, one that couldn't be mended no matter how he tried. The feelings cut deep and yet were so foreign to young Sprig he couldn't make sense of them. And as the years passed the longing etched deep into his soul grew steadily deeper.
But no matter how faded the memory or conflicted the feelings, one thing remained the same: that sound, that deadly shriek, always lingered in the back of his mind. It followed Sprig, haunted him at his lowest moments, echoed in his head late at night when sleep was just out of reach. No matter where Sprig went or what he did the sound followed and with it all the fear and trauma from that night came rushing back to drown him.
Even as he made friends with a creature from another world the herons’ cries followed. As he traveled across the treacherous countryside with the people he loved most it followed. Even in the safety of Newtopia it followed.
Soon Sprig entered into a new dimension, cut off from the world he always knew, far from the reminders of his family's tragedy.
And still… it followed.
Maybe this was his fate, to forever be haunted by a memory he no longer had. To let echos control him.
But when faced with the very source of all his pain and trauma, Sprig was given a choice: to cower or overcome.
And Sprig overcame.
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Day ??? - Monkey Hear, Monkey Do (concept)
Karen M. was sitting by the bookshelf, sitting in her beloved sofa as she read through the Cycle of Chronos series' 8th book. The development of her favourite character, Serace Derave, had always intrigued her, but seeing him lead the men that had once been part of the Twin Rivers' town made her reminisce about the simple life he had lost in the past books, and made her sigh about her own simpler times.
"Muuuuuum! Look, look look! Mum, look at meeee!"
Her reminiscence was interrupted by seeing her son, Damian, rush past her and stop straight in front of her. He usually only stopped in front of her when he had something he desperately wanted to talk to her about.
"Okay, Damian, " she started, "what is it you wanna talk about--"
She stopped dead. Slowly dropping her book, she saw something that had her scared for what could happen next. Damian was always a precocious child, getting into trouble when she really wished he wouldn't. She'd been with her husband for 9 years, and his own impulsive behaviours had her scrambling at times. This was hardly new to her. But even so...
"I have hearing aids, just likes Miles!!" Her 6 year old kid looked at her with a grin that makes you wonder how that mouth stays on his face. His eyes were as wide with glee as you had ever seen them - it almost made her want to look at them with love - and his body expressed itself with the most excitement she'd seen in any of her children
But all of it drained away as she saw the sides of his head: His ears were completely filled with orange play-dough.
"Damian!" She cried after him, but it was too late. Not just because he'd run off after showing her his make-shift "hearing aids", but because she wasn't sure he could even hear her through the flour-based morphable mixture.
Running past the bookshelves, she could only rush after him. It didn't take long to catch him, but damn if it didn't feel like the tensest 6 seconds of her life. Why would he do this?
...it wasn't a serious question. She'd questioned her own husband's impulses from time to time, but in the end, it wasn't for her to question. It may not be something she'll understand, but it is something she knows is only ever out of love for whatever he may be into at the time.
Considering how often he'd been over, she knew quickly it had been Damian's friend, Miles, who he had been obsessing over. Even in her own 19 years, she'd still never met anyone else who's been deaf.
She had wondered from time to time how that would even feel.
What could he hear? How did hearing through hearing aids differ from hearing through normal human hearing? How did his ears feel from wearing hearing aids for more than 8 hours a day (presuming he even wore them the whole day)?
Not that it mattered. Her son had play-dough that was who-knows-how deep in his ears. She had hoped it was only a shallow amount, but considering who Damian was, she doubted he was half-assed in his attempt.
Sure enough, after taking out the external pieces of play-dough, there were still pieces of play-dough stuck in his ears. How far did they even go in there?
"Damian, I'm sure you know what you did wrong here," she began, ignorant of the fact for just a moment that his ears were stuffed with an unhealthy version of earplugs.
"Nngh, leggo! I just wanna...I just wanna..." Damian began to tear up, his hands holding close to his ears. She moved to hold him closer, even as he shifted fingers to dig further into his ears. Poor kid, she thought, as she continued to hold him close. He probably just wants to be like his friend.
Holding him close, she kept her arms around Damian as he continued to cry. "It's okay, little D," she started. Damian didn't budge, only now starting to let go. "my... -hic- my ears hurt..."
She can't help but bring him closer. His ears must hurt, with the play-dough inside of them. Hopefully, there's nothing wrong with them when it gets taken out.
"It's okay, Damian. We can get the play-dough out--" She must've been loud enough for him to hear, as the moment that last sentence came out, he struggled fiercely in her arms. "No! No! Nooooo! I don't wanna!!"
The tears came out more profusely than before. Damn, he must really want this...or at least, he wants what he thinks he does. "It's okay, Damian! I won't take them out!" She started to reassure him before bringing her lips closer to his ears and repeating what she'd said, to ensure he could hear her through the play-dough.
"...but, we have to see a doctor, to make sure your ears are okay!" She was a sucker for making sure her children are happy. Even though she knew that Damian wanted to have hearing aids of his own, play-dough in his ears could not be healthy for him. She felt bad; how do you tell your child they can't have something because they don't need it? He wanted it, sure, but it's not something you could give them. His hearing was fine - at least, as far as she was aware; perhaps it may be worth checking at some point - but not even his selective hearing can be fixed by hearing aids.
...it's so hard, being a parent sometimes.
#originalcharacteres#miles&damian#damian#karen#year 4#writing#bonus#...yes.. Damian's mum's name is literally Karen XD#And her husband's name is Darren too (and it's specifically because they rhymed. I thought it'd be funny if they connected from that XD)#Despite the name.. though.. she doesn't fit the the stereotype much. She's a very caring mother who tries to figure out what to do next#And trying to know what's nice and what's not is still something she's figuring out pfft#So wondering what to even do with her son is a challenge heheh#Most people would think ''Just go to a doctor to take the play-dough out. It's pretty obvious.. right?'' but#She knows it would still play on his mind though.. so knowing what's good is not so obvious~#It's hard being a parent when you don't entirely know what to do pfft
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What Could Have Been, What Will Be In Its Stead (9/12)
So I did the sonogram in this chapter to bring up the sex and baby names! But we have three more planned chapters left (one of the Holmes parents, one with Eurus and a last one with Molly and Mycroft and others). So please enjoy this update! Hopefully I will finish this tomorrow.
What Could Have Been, What Will Be In Its Stead - When Sherlock dies, he leaves behind a woman he planned to marry and a child he did not know about. Mycroft is determined to take care of them both in his brother's stead, but nothing is ever as easy as one plans. That is the true Holmes legacy.
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Things settled into a much more comfortable routine once they had been honest with each other about the complicated emotions they were feeling. Mycroft found he was able to relax around her more, and she did the same around him. They talked to each other about Sherlock; about how much they both missed him, about his childhood, about things his child should know about his or her father. Molly started scrapbooking and Mycroft’s parents were more than happy to provide things from their youngest son’s childhood for her to include.
Much more quickly than it actually felt, it was time for the sonogram. Molly had already cleared out the nursery and decided on a forest mural going up on the largest wall. It had been rather fun to help tear down the wallpaper and get the wall ready for the mural artist. Mycroft was rather hoping for a girl because Molly seemed to want one, but as long as the baby was healthy it really wouldn’t matter.
They went to the appointment together; when Molly had an appointment Mycroft cleared his schedule for the day and after the appointment, they would go to a museum or something and have lunch. It was those quiet moments that he found he craved. After having been the Ice Man for so long, it appeared he had thawed considerably, and it was all Molly’s doing.
After the sonogram, they were going to have lunch with his parents to share the news and then catch a film at the cinema. He had to admit, he was looking forward to the film more than the lunch, but that was understandable. He still had issues with his parents, though Molly adored them so they were around more often. He was getting used to them, and perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing in the end.
They didn’t wait long in the waiting room, and they were taken to an examination room where Molly was told to get on the bed in the room and lift her shirt up and lower the waistband of her pants. She was showing now, and Mycroft often stared in wonder at the changes in her body and demeanor. He knew Sherlock would have been doing the same, so they marked every occasion that something happened in the pregnancy as a way to share with him. Mycroft didn’t believe in ghosts or benevolent spirits, but he had the feeling Sherlock’s presence was felt by Molly often during things like this.
Her doctor came in about five minutes after they’d gotten situated. “Good morning, Molly. Mycroft. It’s the big day!”
“Yeah,” Molly said with a smile. “Hopefully I’m not carrying twins. That’s all I’m worried about. I feel so big.”
“I doubt you’re carrying twins,” her doctor said with a soft chuckle. “As petite as you are, you’re bound to feel a bit unwieldy a the pregnancy moves forward. But you haven’t gained too much weight for me to be worried.” She picked up a bottle and squirted some of the contents on her belly. “Hopefully that wasn’t too cold.”
“It’s fine,” Molly replied.
“Are you both ready?” she asked as she picked up the sonogram wand.
“Yes,” Mycroft said as Molly nodded. The doctor pressed the wand to Molly’s belly and began to move it, the goo helping it glide swiftly. A strong fetal heartbeat could be heard and Mycroft saw Molly relax. Finally, the baby was seen on the screen.
“Well, I can definitely say it’s a boy,” the doctor said. “Have you thought about names yet?”
“He’ll be named after his father. William Sherlock Scott Holmes II,” Molly said as Mycroft nodded this time. The name decision had been made a month prior in case it was a boy, and it was something everyone in the family supported. If it had been a girl, her name would have been Marguerite Lynn Holmes. But Mycroft felt proud that his brother’s name would be carried on for at least one more generation.
The doctor printed out one copy of the sonogram, then another, then a third. “One for Molly, one for Mycroft, and then you said there were grandparents?”
“My parents,” Mycroft said. “But Molly has a brother in the United States as well.”
“Then I’ll print out one more,” she said, handing Mycroft two copies. He stared at the picture in wonder, knowing it would be the first of many family photographs to occupy his desk at home. His nephew. What a delight.
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⇉ masterlist !!
♡ꜜ camilo madrigal
‹𝟹 headcanons !!
⁺♡⤸ estrella
In which Camilo Madrigal had been crushing on the town’s estrella. And you, the town’s estrella, is crushing on him. Though being the town’s little star wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Sometimes stars flicker.
⁺♡⤸ ay mamacita
In which Camilo Madrigal walks in on you trying out his clothes. Alternative Title: Camilo Madrigal simps over his s/o wearing his clothes.
‹𝟹 oneshots !!
⁺♡⤸ harana to mi vida, harana to mi vida ii
In which Camilo Madrigal, your best friend since diapers, musters up the courage to serenade you, hopefully getting your acceptance for him to court you.
⁺♡⤸ more than seconds
In which you and Camilo spend the new year's in one another's arms, entangled in a dance
⁺♡⤸ tu amore
In which you have a hard time showing your love for Camilo and you worry that he cannot feel that you love him as much as he loves you. Camilo reassures you.
⁺♡⤸ his girl, his amor
In which Camilo’s sudden raise of his hand had caused you to be startled, flinching away from a both worried but also curious boy who knew not the reason why you did so.
⁺♡⤸ angelita, angelita ii
In which you, the angel of the town with words as sweet as honey, would get Camilo out of trouble, prompting the start of your beautiful friendship.. or more
⁺♡⤸ chihuahua
Camilo Madrigal loved you but he cannot help how easy it is to tease you especially when you have a.. short temper.
⁺♡⤸ camarón
You were six feet tall and super strong. You always got along. Alright, Alright, Oh, you’d pick him up at 8 and and not a minute late. Cause he don’t like to wait. You were kind and ain’t afraid to cry, or treat his mama right.
⁺♡⤸ book of life inspired series: wait for you, fight for you, worthy of you
You and Camilo were inseparable for as long as the two of you can remember though a fateful accident and an angry father would tear the two of you apart. Camilo to vows wait for you. No matter how long it takes.
⁺♡⤸ torpe
Camilo Madrigal never believed in love at first sight. Probably not ever. But then came you. His usually smooth and confident persona melted away and he makes a fool of himself every time he tries his hardest to interact with you.
⁺♡⤸ shoot your shot
Carlos Madrigal had never seen his twin, Camilo look so pathetic until he saw it for himself. Alternate title: Carlos Madrigal sees Camilo simp for you and decides to mess with him just because.
♡ꜜ dad! camilo madrigal
⁺♡⤸ we don’t talk about bruno
In which you talk about Bruno either way and in a surprisingly very choreographed manner too.
⁺♡⤸ you’ll blow us all away
Set after a few months of your first son, Pedro’s birth, Camilo Madrigal reflects on his life so far.
⁺♡⤸ you’ll blow us all away reprise (what if!)
What if Camilo Madrigal loses his moon and is left with the stars.
⁺♡⤸ stay alive (what if!)
What if Camilo and you, lose one of your beloved stars?
⁺♡⤸ it's quiet uptown
Forgiveness, can you imagine? forgiveness, can you imagine?
♡ꜜ carlos madrigal
‹𝟹 oneshots !!
⁺♡⤸ amorcito
Carlos Madrigal always had a plan. That’s what he thought. That’s what everyone thought. But nothing could’ve prepared him when you came along.
♡ꜜ bruno madrigal
‹𝟹 oneshots !!
⁺♡⤸ whatever will be, will be
In which you ask your husband for a peek of your future and being surprised by a gift or two.. or three.
⁺♡⤸ reunited
Following the rebuilding of Casita, you reunite with your lover whom you haven't seen in years after his sudden disappearance.
⁺♡⤸ for the dancing and the dreaming
After a happy reunion, Bruno Madrigal finds himself awake at night, wondering and convincing himself that he didn't deserve you.
♡ꜜ isabela madrigal
‹𝟹 oneshots !!
⁺♡⤸ mi flor
Isabela Madrigal had loved you for as long as she could remember. The threat of losing you to someone else troubles her and she is faced with a decision that would be an end or a beginning.
♡ꜜ madrigal family
‹𝟹 oneshots !!
⁺♡⤸ klutz
In which the Madrigal Family is in a state of chaos when Tio Bruno sees a vision of you getting (supposedly) hurt. Platonic! Madrigal Family x Reader
⁺♡⤸ home
The Madrigals had been more of a family to you than your own flesh and blood, what happens when your own family wants to take advantage of that? Platonic! Madrigal Family x reader
⁺♡⤸ you belong
Your life with the Madrigal family is as happy as it can be but your grandfather isn’t too happy about that. Platonic! Madrigal Family x reader
⁺♡⤸ two by two (platonic! camilo)
Being Camilo’s twin wasn’t easy when you think your gift wasn’t as ‘flashy’ or as happiness-inducing like your brother’s. As Casita breaks down maybe your power could be finally of good use. Platonic! Twin! Camilo x Twin! Reader
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Pre-two by two timeline. What is it like to be Camilo Madrigal's younger twin.
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baby’s first birthday
smasterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | baby series
pairings: diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli x female!reader (separate)
warnings: babies
a/n: these r not the best bc i am not feeling super hot rn but hopefully they're still up to your standards lol (reblogs r appreciated mwah)
diluc
Throwing a huge part at Angel’s Share for the twins’ first birthday wasn’t what Diluc had in mind for the special day but your insistent pestering won him over eventually - as long as you were the one who decorated the bar.
The alcohol was stashed in the back and instead, gold streamers hung across the now-empty shelves. You and Elzer had spent hours blowing up balloons while Adeline was busy baking the cake. You even took a stroll around Mondstadt to pick fresh flowers for table centerpieces. By the time you were done, you couldn’t even tell Angel’s Share was a tavern.
By noon, the small venue was filled to the brim with your closest friends ready to celebrate the birthday of your children.
“Three cakes?” Diluc questioned as he helped Adeline unload her basket onto the bar counter. There were two much smaller cakes, one blue and one pink, and a large, nicely-decorated one.
“These are for your children, Master Diluc.” Adeline gestured to the smaller cakes and laughed at Diluc’s confused expression, “You’ll see.”
Your twins were fawned over the entire day by everyone - being the children of the Diluc Ragnvindr had its perks. Amber gifted them a plethora of stuffed bunnies, to add onto their already growing collection, Lisa had sewn them new clothes, Jean and Eula chipped in together to purchase healing crystals, and even Kaeya showed up with wooden swords (for when they were older, of course).
Venti carried Isaac around for most of the day, too, the baby getting fussy when he wasn’t attached to the bard’s hip.
“No present?” You teased the musician, glad to finally have a break from your clingy son.
“Oh, on the contrary,” Venti beamed. His hand snuck behind Isaac’s ear and when he pulled it back, there was a cecilia flower in his hold. “My gift is a blessing from Lord Barbatos himself.” He winked at you and Diluc and despite your husband’s eye roll, he wouldn’t have asked for anything else.
When it was time for cake, you moved both babies into high chairs and everyone gathered around. Adeline whisked the smaller cakes onto their trays and the twins looked at them in awe.
Clara got the memo first and shoved her chubby hands straight into the cake. Diluc gasped but by the happy reaction from everyone, he realized this was the point of these cakes.
“How adorable,” You cooed, leaning down next to Isaac - who was staring at his cake. “Come on, buddy, dig in.” You moved his hand to the cake but he recoiled and whined instead. You sighed loudly and dipped your finger onto the frosting, dotting it across Isaac’s nose instead. His sister, on the other hand, had pushed half of the cake onto the ground and was currently smearing it all over her face and outfit.
Adeline came around the bar with a Kamera in hand. “Get together,” She exclaimed, nudging Diluc to stand next to Clara and her mess.
He glanced at you, meeting your eyes for just a moment, before breaking out into a grin and leaning his head towards Clara. Just as the shutter clicked, Clara picked up a handful of cake and threw it onto Diluc. She laughed wildly and a photo was taken.
And even though it wasn’t a perfect photo, it was Diluc’s favorite photo.
kaeya
“Don’t you think this is a bit much?” You asked gently. You didn’t want to tear down Kaeya, not on this very special day, but everything just seemed like too much.
Kaeya looked over his shoulder from where he was hanging yet another streamer on the wall. Your living room was covered in pink - pink balloons, pink streamers, pink banners and even pink wrapped gifts. “All this? Nonsense.” He wore a goofy grin on his face and you sighed, giving in to the excessiveness.
Calla’s first birthday was a special day. Of course, she wouldn’t remember it but you and Kaeya would.
You whirled around the room with Calla in your arms. She was amazed by the colors and glitter and tried to grab the hanging balloons multiple times.
Presents towered on the coffee table and you realized you might have gone overboard, too. You started buying Calla gifts months ago and it seemed like they piled up quickly. You didn’t know why you bothered to wrap all of your daughter’s presents since you were going to be the one who had to unwrap them.
“Do you want to open one, silly girl?” You asked the bouncing baby in your arms. As if she understood you, Calla squealed so you bent down to the ground to let the baby sit up.
You handed Calla one of the smaller gifts and she grabbed hold of it with chubby hands. Calla inspected the smoothness of the wrapping paper and poked at the pattern, observing the gift for a while before Kaeya ducked down to dig his finger into the edge and rip the paper. She gasped dramatically and Kaeya quickly unwrapped the present.
“What is it?” Kaeya questioned, he knew, but Calla was more interested in the pile of ripped wrapping paper on the ground. A grabby hand reached for it and soon the paper was being shoved into her mouth, “Oh no, don’t eat that.”
“Calla, look.” You shook the present in front of your baby while Kaeya wrestled the wrapping paper away from her. A colorful enrichment toy caught her attention quickly and she beamed, reaching for it.
Later, a few friends would be coming over to sing ‘happy birthday’ and Calla would blow the candles out of her cake all by herself (okay, maybe with a little help from daddy). But for now, you and Kaeya were just taking time to relax and shower love onto your little one.
The old Kaeya would have considered a child a burden, something that would make him carry the weight of the world on his shoulders but the new Kaeya, this Kaeya, realizes it was a blessing. As he looks at his baby girl, the same baby girl that has his matching navy hair and says his name first and can only fall asleep if he kisses her forehead, he knows he is loved.
His gaze falls to the side and finds you. It trails over your chin, to your lips, through your nose and up to your eyes. There, he stares for a beat too long but who cares? Not you.
You smile and it reaches your eyes, the skin creasing and wrinkling in his favorite spot to kiss. On Calla’s first birthday, Kaeya realizes one very important thing: this is just the beginning of your story - your family.
childe
“Childe?”
“Childe.”
“Ajax.”
Your boyfriend woke up with a start, streamers falling off his lap and hitting the floor. “Huh? Is it time for the party?” He asked in a state of half-sleep and half-panic.
You rolled your eyes, “No, it’s not. You fell asleep.”
“Oh.” Childe looked around at the unfinished decorating job, “Why are we even decorating again? He won’t remember it.”
You handed Nikolai to Childe and gathered the fallen streamers into your hands, “Because I said so.”
Childe grinned and lifted Nikolai to his face, “Hear that? Because mommy said so.”
You glared at Childe and finished what he started. Today was Nikolai’s first birthday and you needed everything to be perfect or else you were going to explode. Nikolai only cared about the colorful balloons. Childe grinned and put the baby on the ground, tying the string around his wrist so when Nikolai crawled around, it followed him around.
You finished decorating right when your first guest showed up.
Childe opened the door to see Zhongli and Hu Tao, “Happy birthday.” He paused for a moment and glanced around Childe to the baby sitting on the floor, “Happy birthday.”
Nikolai smiled a toothy grin and babbled loudly. Hu Tao raced inside and lifted the chubby baby in the air, “Happy birthday!” He placed his hands on either side of Hu Tao’s face and yelled something incoherent. Hu Tao threw her head over her shoulder, “The kid said he wants a scratch-off.”
Later, when everything had settled down and the cake was eaten (rather, destroyed), Nikolai had fallen asleep in Childe’s arms and you poured coffee for everyone.
Hu Tao leaned against your shoulder, “Are you going to have another one, soon?”
“Another what?” You asked absentmindedly, sipping your coffee casually.
“I think she means another child,” Zhongli answered. Childe’s ears perked up at this and he looked at you with interest. Childe wanted to have as many children as possible but, ultimately, the choice was yours.
You smiled and said, “Maybe.”
Childe smiled to himself and rubbed Nikolai’s back softly, content with your answer. Maybe didn’t mean no, right?
“Though,” You continued, earning Childe’s attention again, “I think I’d rather get married first.”
zhongli
The moment Jia heard her door handle moving, she had pulled herself up onto the feet with the help of the crib railing. Her cherubic face lit up like a ball of sunshine when she saw Zhongli poked his head inside the nursery. “Dada!”
“Good morning, lightning bug.” Zhongli scooped Jia into his arms and brushed her unruly hair back with his large hand. “Today is a very special day.”
The baby kicked her legs happily and snuggled into Zhongli’s hold even more, leaning her soft face against the crook of her neck. Nothing compared to morning snuggles with daddy.
“Happy birthday,” He cooed. “Let’s find mommy, shall we?”
You were where Zhongli left you, curled up on the couch with a stomach ache. There were bags under your eyes and the taste of guilt in your mouth - you couldn’t believe you had gotten sick on Jia’s first birthday. “Happy birthday, my firefly,” You said sweetly as you greeted your baby. She immediately curled into your hold. Nothing compared to morning snuggles with mommy, either.
Zhongli spent the morning with Jia, meaning you could rest up and feel better by the afternoon. You had nothing planned for the day but anything the three of you did together would be magical.
You settled on a walk around Liyue, maybe the fresh air would help you feel yourself again. Outside, the sun was shining and the sea was sparkling. Children ran across the pier and birds soared high above. You bought lunch and found a quiet area to spread a picnic blanket underneath a wispy tree.
“Buh!” Jia exclaimed, staring at something.
You hummed and followed her gaze to the majestic crane that appeared seemingly out of nowhere. “Oh, my, that’s a large bird.”
“Hasn’t anyone ever taught you manners, young lady?” The bird scoffed. Your eyes widened and Zhongli chuckled from beside you.
“Cloud Retainer,” Zhongli greeted politely. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”
You had so many questions but you decided not to ask them - your husband was the former Geo Archon, anything was possible with him.
The crane, who you know now was named Cloud Retainer, dipped down towards the giggling baby in your arms, “Hello there, little one.”
“Buh...buhb…” Jia stammered, reaching out to touch the beak of the bird.
Cloud Retainer rested her beak gently on top of Jia’s soft hair, as if she was kissing the top of her head. “Such a clever child you are…” She closed her eyes for a moment and then a Glaze Lily suddenly appeared in the air and floated down to land on Jia’s lap. “Happy birthday.”
She stepped back, spread her wings, and soared into the air. You looked at Zhongli for some sort of explanation but your husband only smiled and tucked the flower behind Jia’s ear. “How perfect,” He started, “A blessing from the Cloud Retainer on your birthday is the biggest honor.”
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