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frownyalfred · 20 days

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What hair styles do you have in mid when you think of the Batfam? Their hair of course changes depending on the years and who draws them, but there's like a certain default style that each person typically gets drawn in. What is yours?

Despite being a very visual person, I usually don't get super fixated on how the character looks while I'm writing them. Is that odd? I'm not sure. There's a few exceptions (Lex in ASOH, Clark in bloodletting, etc) but usually I describe the outlines of what I want readers to notice, and let them fill in the stuff that isn't super important to my visualization.

But in general?

I like Dick's hair longer and slightly wavy. I think it's stupid he doesn't wear a helmet and has it out, especially long enough to grab a handful, but it's pretty. I get it. It's dark and has lots of layers.

Bruce's hair is just at the edge of what's acceptably long enough to be gelled back. Dark, but not quite as dark as Dick's hair. Thick, and he starts going grey at the temples around his mid to late thirties.

Tim -- anything that isn't a buzzcut, tbh. Bald Tim traumatized me. I think he has slightly lighter hair than the other Robins -- more of a dark brown. Gets a little red in the summer.

Jason, I like with more of a tapered fade with it longer on top to highlight his white streak. It's a little curly if he doesn't style/cut it.

Damian -- I don't have an opinion, though sometimes people draw him with really weird short hair to kind of make him seem childish on purpose? I think he should have Talia's hair tbh.

Cass, hot take -- it should either be really short so she can put it up under her cowl, or long enough to braid back. Having it in the middle and layered just means it's harder to keep manageable. (Before anyone jumps in to ask why I don't have the same problem for Dick, he refuses to wear anything on his head and has clearly accepted the risk of getting yanked around by his hair. Cass is smarter than that lol)

Steph -- same as Cass, I like her hair blonde but it's also very bright and recognizable which is a problem I have with Kate's hair too. If the hair is part of the costume and it's unusual, that's terrible for your secret identity. And if it's down all the time, it's sweaty and in your face. As someone who braids her hair back in the gym frequently, once it hits a certain length you really have to do something.

Duke -- I really love all of the various hairstyles he's had, but same issue as Cass arises. It's gotta fit under the cowl.

Bonus: Alfred. I love Jeremy Irons' version, I can't lie. His full head of hair but grey worked really well. Bald/thinning hair Alfred is a canon staple, don't get me wrong. But it gives him even more elegance/regality in my mind, you know? I love young michael caine as an inspo for him, those blonde curls were something else.

#asks #anon #batfamily #bruce wayne #batman #dc #dc comics #too many robins to tag #who did i miss #are these hot takes?#i guess i'll find out

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weebsinstash · 8 months

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On the other hand, being someone who is chill with being average and a little weird is pretty comforting, albeit not as relatable or drama material. Like you have those insanely smart adopted family members, who are brooding, cool, fight crime, are insanely smart, privileged, rich and accomplished meanwhile Batsis is like,

"I watched some cool True Crime documentaries and helped Albert- Alfred with the laundry. Sorry about your shirt, Damien, added too much bleach. By the way, look at this drawing I made with a following a Bob Ross tutorial on YouTube! Looks kinda wonky but I made it myself, kinda proud of it. No mistakes, just happy accidents. Haha! :)"

By the very next morning Bruce has that shit framed on either on his desk or on the wall in his office and smiles every time he looks at it. Damian is examining the painting, "ah I see--" and waxing poetic about the different little experiential painting techniques you used on the canvas, Dick and Jason and the rest tease you about getting an exhibit at the Gotham art gallery

Like don't get me wrong I tend to write Reader inserts who are typically average (although I'd like to write a few more power fantasies lol) but I just. I feel like any feelings of inadequacy would be amplified by living with this family. For example, I get anxiety and guilt sometimes just knowing if a large or expensive gift has been gotten for me, feeling guilt about it. Just your every day to day life in the Wayne manor would occasionally be filled with all kinds of large and small splendors. A small walk through the house, passing under the crystal chandelier in the grand lobby. A weekly family dinner with actual silverware handed down for generations. Just the ever looming watchful eye of a literal actual butler, a trained professional butler who's been in service for this family almost his entire life

If anything else, I feel like you'd want to contribute in some way. Help around the house, help as a vigilante, do SOMETHING to "pay them back" which Bruce doesn't want to hear any of and also like. Realistically, if we're saying he's full yandere and you're either his adopted kid or a platonic family member or like even a romantic partner, and he's getting you gifts and taking you on trips and stuff, like. The amount of money being spent on you is a figure you will never in your life be reasonably able to pay back and it would STILL be pocketchange to him

You're just like have PANIC ATTACKS out of guilt and shame and you mention the money to Bruce and he's like "oh that? Psssh" like it's. It's nothing to him. It's more money you could make in your entire lifetime and it's nothing to him

Hey, here's a somewhat related and juicy idea. Recently I was thinking of a concept where Reader is a Gotham vigilante, educated and maybe from a well-off family but like, middle class suburbia kind of wealth, not billionaire Bruce Wayne rich. You eventually find yourself catching the eye of both him AND Catwoman and, kind of actually start having a rapport with both of them. You bump into each other on a mission, help each other out, are impressed with each other's work, and suddenly you're bumping into them out on patrol a lot more. Catwoman starts being openly flirtatious with you while Bat simply just, his shift in demeanor is more subtle for people who aren't familiar with him but. Essentially he actually talks to you now, he won't just be silent and mechanical, he'll communicate and banter and make small talk rather than just ordering you around and speaking solely about the current task at hand or future missions.

I picture everyone on a rooftop in the middle of a stakeout and it eventually becomes small talk to pass the time as you almost do a double take when THE Batman starts making idle chit chat with you (really more of you AND Cat, but you being included at all is kind of an honor, really). He's just looking through his binoculars and without moving "any plans for the rest of the evening" and Catwoman looks at her nails and he sees her throw a very obvious Look over to you "well there's a stray little kitty in my neighborhood I've been meaning to scoop up" and she's been calling you Kitty/Kitten so this whole convo has a double meaning for fucking you OR kidnapping you at this point, and you're just like, in full professional mode replying without any hint of sarcasm "that's good, a lot of people don't recognize the dangers of outdoor cats and the significant ecological impacts they can have on their local environments" and Batman is repressing a smirk as Cat is huffing because oh my god now she has TWO dense cuties to look after 😩 (bonus scene where Bruce catches you smirking and realizes you were politely putting her off or at the very least trying to make her focus on the mission and he smiles to himself about what a clever little jokester you are)

Basically the two of them start deciding they want you to be the filling in that BatCat sandwich and just. Imagine they're trying to seduce you and taking their clothes off and Bruce takes off his mask and you're just like "Whoa whoa whoa hold up, BRUCE WAYNE?" And like. YOU INSTANTLY HATE HIM, the switch FLIPS. You either have extremely personal beef with him like his company laid off a parent of yours and sent your family into poverty, or you just like, legitimately ethically hate him as a person, as this billionaire playboy. Like imagine the disgust if he kisses you as Batman and you think it's so hot and romantic and later on its revealed he's Bruce Wayne, who is notoriously An Enormous Manwhore who has kissed like tons and tons of women and been in all these love scandals. I'd feel GROSS?

Like literally you'd go from "oh my god Batman 🥰 he's so cool and dark and mysterious, I have so much respect for him, he works so hard, he's so smart, not everyone can do what he does" to "of fucking course it would be someone like you. Billionaire running around with his custom-made toys. Of course it's you, who else could AFFORD all this shit? No wonder the police just let you do whatever, you could just pay them off anyways! You'd never be arrested and go to jail and be punished like the rest of us, for anything! Of course you're running around in a suit beating people up, men like you always think they can just do whatever they want!!"

Like imagine you were literally about to fuck both of them and you take one look at their faces, "you're a billionaire and you're a millionaire" and just. Leave. Like they're both shocked and appalled because you just DROP THEM for stuff they kinda basically can't control (although a lot of it is like ethics of what they do and have they gain their wealth) and suddenly they're, showing up at your place of employment for lunch or a day-trip, you're trying to do hero patrols alone and one or both of them pops up to try and invite themselves along to qhayever you're doing (which would especially suck because like, Batman specifically could probably do everything you're doing and better so I imagine working in front of him would be extremely nerve-racking. You're just like trying to rewire a circuit board to hack a door and he just points over your shoulder "actually it's that wire" kind of shit and you have to either let him follow you or look like a massive asshole as you tell him to fuck off, which he might even refuse to do, stating that if this is to save lives or whatever then you need his help

Like legit, Vigilante Reader feels like these two rich freaks have basically been toying with you like some kind of pet and in an attempt to cut them out of your life you drive them to actually dig their claws deeper. Bruce meets Selina for coffee to decompress and he's all "so what have you been up to" since she's got this odd little smirk, "oh ive been feeling just awful lately about this little kitty running around all lonely in my nsighborhood so i just HAD to adopt them" and she just hands him her phone with a picture on it and it's. You with a little diamond studded collar that says something dehumanizing like Kitty or Kitten or Baby on it while you've clearly been crying and are maybe even visibly restrained and Bruce is just like "🙄 Selinaaaaa.... can I come visit to 😳 see this cat tho"

#yandere batman #yandere x reader #personally i think being fucked by both of them would be a religiois experience but also intimidating as fuck #man i got some ideeeeas for being caught between these two #yandere stuff #sinprompts

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ego-meliorem-esse · 1 year

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Some HCs - Arthur Kirkland

It seems I am unable to draw anything these days. It's either a bad case of artist block or any slight skill I had in the drawing department has vanished into thin air. Someone send either an ambulance or Francis ( so I can hit him with my car to calm myself down)

Until then here are some hcs for our favourite pater familias:

Arthur has a hard time falling asleep and has constant insomnia episodes. He's used to them by now and doesn't try to force himself to sleep when he realizes he can't. The one thing he can't do during his no-sleep nights is read. He browses the internet, checks out his kids social media updates, and even sends a text to Francis or Gil in the hopes of waking them up and being a general petty menace. He does everything but read books as they strain his eyes.

He might be the grumpy rat we all know, but he is incredible with children. He doesn't talk to them as many people do with children: childish and condescendingly, but like an adult speaking to an equally intelligent human being. Also, Arthur can make up stories on the spot that will intrigue even the most well-read intellectual and equally bring the most unruly child to sleep. His imagination is something he keeps almost completely to himself though. Least someone might find out he is not completely the stoic, stiff upper-lip kind of person he wants to be portrayed as. Though children are the only people that get to experience his creative, imaginative, and story-telling side. His children had quite the bedtime stories. Especially Alfred.

Trash telly is one of his weaknesses. When the work is done, the dishes are washed, and the paperwork is finished, Arthur will most definitely turn on the news and pretend that's what he is interested in on the tv. When in reality he waits a couple of minutes to switch to some Love Island, Geordie Shore, 22 Kids, and Counting, or even Funniest royal Cock-ups.

Arthur doesn't like being in pictures taken by others. Be it not liking how he looks in them or simply not liking when he's not the one in control of taking pictures but he simply hates being in photographs taken by other people. One can imagine this is just a part of Arthur's controlling side coming out.

When it comes to his kids, Arthur is constantly worried. He of course doesn't show it (the beforementioned stiff upper lip kind of attitude) yet when there is real trouble or he can sense something is amiss, he will do his best to drop his indifferent demeanor to help his child as best as he can without being too emotional. He doesn't admit it to anyone and especially not to himself but seeing his kids hurt or unwell is the one biggest fear he has. This feeling in him conflicts with him being a country and having to put his own people and government before anyone else. He is a past empire and empathy doesn't come easy to him. Yet here he is wondering if Matthew ate his lunch after the meeting or if Alfred got into trouble again with his officials over some tweets. As much of an emotionless bastard as he is and as much of a country as he is, he is family oriented and his kids mean the world to him.

While on the topic of his kids, Alfred is the absolute favourite child, the crown prince, and the firstborn son of the family. Al gets some privileges that his siblings do not. Arthur is especially worried and distressed when Al is in trouble or is hurt. More so than any of his other children. There is some jealousy/envy from the rest due to this of course. More on that in Alfred's hcs.

On a lighter note, Arthur lost his car in a shopping mall parking lot almost a dozen times now.

Also, he refuses to get rid of his 2006 silver Renault Clio. He has a newer car but uses it only for business and when driving longer distances. Matthew is worried the old vehicle will die any day now on the road and keeps urging his father to buy a new car.

Arthur is secretly a big fan of Neil Gaiman and his works but keeps that to himself.

He has an instagram account where he posts pictures of his garden, his book choice of the week, and his kids. The beforementioned kids are not happy with the pictures their father chooses to post on his account. Zee has blocked him.

Arthur buys candles all the time. Any smell, any aroma. And just keeps them in a drawer. He saw an ad for candles online once and now it's something he impulse buys at the grocery store.

These days he has the energy of a divorced housewife with an elderly dog

#i cant draw and its killing meeeeee #why art so hard??? youd think after thousands of drawings id know something and be able to draw something well enough to post #but oh nooooo #untill i get back on my feet have some shitty sketches #myart #my art #hetalia headcanons #hetalia #my headcanons #hws england #arthur kirkland

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wpdarlingpan · 1 year

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Hey, how do you think an Yandere Batfam would deal with an s/o or someone with eating disorders? Sorry, I’ve struggled with them all my life and was curious. Thank you!

Hi! Thanks for the question, and don’t apologize, it’s completely okay and a good request.

Ima do a mix of your request and do Dick and Jason as s/o’s to the reader then everyone else is platonic.

Also with eating disorders I feel it is personalized in an individuals way and it can be different for everyone. So sorry if this isn’t completely as you were thinking and I tried my best to build off of experience.

Please let me know if there’s anything that should be changed.

Let’s try headcannons again shall we?

No specified pronouns

▸You had a eating disorder for a long time before meeting Dick and Jason; and them being detectives picked up on the eating habits pretty quickly

▸ They wouldn’t just blurt it out and force you to tell them why you weren’t eating, or not eating as much. They had too much respect for you to do that, well unless the situation arises where they are forced to confront you.

▸They gently encourage you to eat, but not overwhelmingly, but just enough to get a couple of bites. They take notice and see what safe foods you prefer and what ones are a little more overwhelming.

▸It was odd for you, your family didn’t understand it and just thought it was something you could easily get over, but Jason and Dick? They knew what to do, and if they didn’t they’d gladly research it and figure it out.

▸ Dick and Jason met you at the same time, it was a rather odd interaction. Almost like every typical romance story; running into them. Literally.

▸They had both felt the impact when they looked down and saw the most precious person they’d ever seen. Both became instantly attached, although Bruce and the others were concerned. How could a person draw in the boys who couldn’t be anymore different than the other, other than their vigilante life of course.

▸Which led to dinner at the Wayne’s Mansion. Alfred of course made a wide variety of foods, each dish was one of your favorites or at least ones you preferred at the request of the two men who easily became the most important people in your life.

▸Bruce and made everyone be at dinner that night, including Tim and Damien. Both complained, Damien more than Tim, but they couldn’t deny their curiosity. No matter how much they acted like they hated each other, they wanted what was best for them.

▸They knew a little bit about your eating habits but Jason and Dick wanted to wait for you to tell them yourself. They just wanted to make sure they wouldn’t make any comments about it or anything of the sort.

▸When the doorbell rang, Alfred opened it with a comforting smile. The two men stood on either side of you with a comforting hand somewhere on your body. Alfred welcomed you inside and you became slightly overwhelmed at the humongous mansion. But Dick and Jason accounted for it and easily talked to you and eased your fears.

▸Walking into the dining room was stressful as Alfred had announced ‘Master Bruce’ and the boys were already seated.

▸ The three of them were not prepared to see you. They expected someone a little rough in the edges like every other person in Gotham. But there was just a lingering spark in your eyes as you were introduced by your boyfriends to their family.

▸They had all became instantly attached, each seeing someone who was now apart of their disfuncional family.

▸Damian and Tim saw a new favorite sibling, Bruce saw ‘kid’ that was different the others. Someone who wasn’t ruined by Gotham.

▸ You sat at the head of the table, facing Bruce. Bruce had Tim and Damien on either side of him while Dick and Jason were on either side of you. Alfred had excused himself to go out tonight so it was just the 6 of them, leaving his seat empty.

▸ You were hesitant as you watched everyone pile food on their plates. Big portions of anything and everything that was on the table. Before even having to reach Jason and Dick had put food on your plate. Small portions, allowing you to try a little first.

▸After dinner that night you were officially apart of the family, you were invited over practically every day. Hanging out with everyone in the Batfam as if they were yours from the beginning.

▸But you were theirs. They were extremely protective and cautious about your health but they did approached it the right way, the way that would make you the most comfortable

▸Everyone contributed a little, helping build you up day by day, patience never wavering. They wanted you to feel comfortable and healthy with who you are and you eventually felt more confident with their support and love.

▸The Batfamily would never stop taking care of you, They would help you Whenver you needed it, cause they loved you no matter what.

#damian wayne #yandere batfamily #yandere batfamily x reader #Dick x reader x Jason #eating disoder recovery #yandere dick grayson #yandere jason todd x reader #Yandere Bruce Wayne #ED #platonic yandere #batfamily #tim drake #alfred pennyworth

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Perfect (Jason Todd Drabble)

Fandom: DC, Batman, Jason Todd, Red Hood

Word Count: 848

TW: Fluff, Insecurities, Reassurance, Nerves, Language, Pants Taken Off (No Funny Business)

“Jay, I’m so sorry! I swear it was an accident!” you say as you quickly lead him into the bathroom.

Your boyfriend tries to smile reassuringly at you, but it is marred by a slight wince of discomfort. The second the two of you enter the bathroom and close the door, you are on your knees in front of him, fumbling with his belt. Jason tries to help but you swat his hands away. Finally, you get the buckle undone and you quickly slide off his slacks. He lets out a soft sigh of relief as you wince at his bright red thighs.

“Does it hurt too bad?” you ask as you stand and carry his pants over to the sink.

“Nah, trust me, I’ve survived worse than a bowl of hot soup in my lap,” Jason chuckles. You hand him a washcloth soaked in cold water and he carefully dabs at his legs.

“Again, I’m so sorry. Everyone was asking me questions all at the same time and I just got a little overwhelmed. I never even saw Alfred walking towards the table when I tried to stand up.” You start scrubbing at the stain on Jason’s pants. “God, I’m usually so much better than this! I mean, it’s not like this is the first time I’ve met a boyfriend’s family, but I’ve never felt this much pressure to make a good impression. And look how that turned out.” You throw the rag you are holding into the sink.

Jason smiles softly. “You have nothing to be scared of when it comes to my family. Just because Bruce owns most of the city, Dick is a decorated cop, Tim is a certified genius, and Damian knows three different ways to kill someone with a paper clip, it doesn’t make this any different from meeting anyone else’s family.”

“Yes, it is different. Not because of all that stuff, I’m not intimidated by their achievements or skills, or the fact they are the city’s premier team of vigilantes. I’m terrified because they’re your family.” You walk over to where he is sitting on the counter, legs spread wide, and you slide between them as your hands rest on his broad chest. “Jay, I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest. Terrified I’m going to do something and screw this up. Terrified you’ll come to your senses and realize you can do better than me. Terrified your family won’t like me and you’ll break up with me. And I just-”

“Baby,” Jason reaches out and cups your face in his hand. “First of all, if my family doesn’t like you, that’s not necessarily a negative in my book. I really don’t care what they think, I just know you’ve been wanting to meet them. Second of all, there is no one better than you. Ever. And third of all….. I’m just as terrified as you are. Maybe more.”

Your face scrunches in confusion. “You’re not scared of anything. Why would you be scared of this?”

“Apparently the same reasons you are,” he chuckles. “You are so smart, and kind, and perfect, I still can’t begin to figure out what you see in me. And I can’t help but worry that every new thing you learn about me might be the thing that finally scares you away.”

“So…” you say slowly. “I’m scared you’re going to leave because you’re too good for me. And you’re scared I’m going to leave because I’m too good for you…. Why don’t we just agree we are both perfect for each other and never leave?”

Jay smiles and rests his forehead on yours. “Now, that my brilliant girlfriend, is why I love you.” He places a finger under your chin and draws you in for a long, lingering kiss which you wholeheartedly return.

But your tender moment is quickly interrupted by a loud pounding on the door. “You two lovebirds better not be doing anything X-rated in there. Alfred just served up the main course.”

Jason sighs as he breaks off the kiss. “Fuck off, Dick. We’ll be out in a minute.”

You hear Dick snickering softly as he walks away. Giving Jason one more small peck on the cheek, you say, “I guess we should head back out.” You grab Jason’s pants off the counter and wince. “I think I got most of the stain off, but they’re still soaking wet. Do you want to run upstairs and grab another pair?”

“Nah, I’m done trying to impress them for one night.” He pulls on his tie so it now hangs loose and crooked. And as he jumps off the counter and heads towards the bathroom door in nothing but his underwear and dress shirt, he winks at you. “Besides, Bruce is the one who made Dick and me run around the city in those stupid Robin shorts for so long. I don’t think he has much of an argument on what is considered appropriate attire.” And with that, Jason throws open the door and walks proudly toward the dining room.

#sfw repost #drabble #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #dick grayson #batman #dc #dc x reader #fluff

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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Perfect (Jason Todd Drabble)

Fandom: DC, Batman, Jason Todd, Red Hood, gn!reader

Word Count: 848

TW: Fluff, Insecurities, Reassurance, Nerves, Language, Pants Taken Off (No Funny Business)

Notes: Thank you to @lenaswritingandstuff for requesting “I swear it was an accident.” and “I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.” with Jason Todd! 💖

“Jay, I’m so sorry! I swear it was an accident!” you say as you quickly lead him into the bathroom.

“Does it hurt too bad?” you ask as you stand and carry his pants over to the sink.

“Nah, trust me, I’ve survived worse than a bowl of hot soup in my lap,” Jason chuckles. You hand him a washcloth soaked in cold water and he carefully dabs at his legs.

Your face scrunches in confusion. “You’re not scared of anything. Why would you be scared of this?”

But your tender moment is quickly interrupted by a loud pounding on the door. “You two lovebirds better not be doing anything X-rated in there. Alfred just served up the main course.”

Jason sighs as he breaks off the kiss. “Fuck off, Dick. We’ll be out in a minute.”

Tag List: @loverhymeswith, @edwardbaldwin, @sunshineflowerchild789, @blue-aconite, @happinessricardotapia

#drabble #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x gn!reader #gn!reader #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x gn!reader #dick grayson #batman #dc #dc x reader #fluff

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fayesdiary · 9 months

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i'm just gonna throw 4 characters and 4 numbers at you, answer however you'd like

Fell Fam and 9, 13, 14, and 18

Wohoo, Fell Family time!

9) Your least favorite outfit of them

Alear: Their Divine Dragon attire. It's just too overdesigned for me.

Veyle: Her regular attire but only because it's a nightmare to draw. Also the chains on her ankles are so stupid and I don't care about the "draconic impulses" justification because I found those to be even more stupid.

Nel: Her main attire but only because her casual one slays so much

Rafal: Kind of the same problem as Alear with being overdesigned, really. Although I really dig the Dragonstone hole on his chest.

13) Your favorite friendship they have

Alear: Alfred! First and best friend, and he's always there for when they want to relax a bit since he's always so approachable.

Veyle: Timerra for the same reasons! And maybe Hortensia if/when they warm up to each other.

No Fell Twins response because I will admit I haven't actually watched their supports yet. Especially because I don't have the DLC.

14) Best storyline they had

Alear: Honestly everything after the Fell Dragon reveal. Especially Ch22 and 24.

Veyle: Her trolling Zephia in Ch17 aside, everything after she comes back as herself!

Nel & Rafal: Well, the Fell Xenologue obviously because it's the only one. Notable highlight is when Rafal refuses to deflect the blame onto Sombron for his own actions and stays completely alone in a dead world to revive Nel. That's arguably a bigger gesture of love than even what Lumera did, and also why Rafal could have never truly been Sombron's heir: he actually cares about someone else.

18) How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

Alear: Well if their past self is any indication, we have a VERY good idea of how they were.

Veyle: Honestly probably even more shy and even more starving for affection, because Alear was the first and only one of her siblings to pay attention to her. Because really, in a world where you and your siblings could be brutally murdered any day by your father, why would you?

Nel: Probably trying way too hard to be cold and ruthless. Sort of like Past Alear in that sense.

Rafal: I think he was probably way nicer as a kid.

#ask replies #bluescreenl #fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fe17 #fe17 spoilers #alear #veyle #nel #rafal #my rambles

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takawbird · 10 months

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I’m just prefacing this with all your art is gorgeous, but the way you draw Alfred makes me want to buy fairy tale books you’ve illustrated. It’s not even his design that’s doing it cause I’ve seen other fanart of him, it’s your style. I don’t know how else to describe it other than Chloé approved and I’m happy I stumbled across it. And that someone else like Albedo from Genshin.

waa that's so sweet of you!!!?? this makes me so happy, thank you so so much! and hehe yes albedo no 1 in my heart <3

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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I'd love to hear more about your OC, and well as her relationship with Arkham!Riddler. I just really love OCs in general, so if you have any kind of info on Conundrum as well as any other Batman OCs you have that you'd like to share, I'm all ears 👂👂👂👂👂👂

oh snow!! i would be more than happy to go off about her ;-; i don't have any other ocs yet, this is the first time i've ever delved into something like this and i LOVE IT it's so much fun

these are mostly headcanons and little bits of info that i haven't really put into anything proper yet 💚

so uh yeah here's more info on my self-insert, very self-indulgent oc u-u (and everyone has to be nice because the only reason i haven't made an oc up until this point is because people were mean to me in the past lmao)

so uh her name is conundrum (i'm toying with a real name, is it dumb to have her real name be connie drum? probably but hey it's dc)

she grew up in gotham with an aunt who she would rather never speak of. after a brief stint of sleeping rough and couch surfing in her teens she found a job at a diner doing whatever anyone else didn't want to. they held a weekly trivia quiz and she usually managed to scrape extra money by winning that because she's good at remembering facts and trivia.

alfred frequented the diner, as an escape and a guilty pleasure, and he became fond of her. they have a sweet relationship, a sort of honorary father figure, offering to have her move into wayne manor with them. she rejected the offer because she's very much "eat the rich" but she did accept his offer to pay for her to go to university under a wayne scholarship. she has no ties to bruce and has only interacted with him twice.

at university she studied psychology and criminology and met harley. they've remained best friends since. they're both chaotic, a little bit silly, adorable and perpetually cheery while being a little bit scary tough. in fact, it was harley who encouraged her to put her skills and knowledge into working in gotham's criminal world (even though connie wasn't sure that joker was... right for harley) and so naturally, connie decided that someone smart would be the best to tie herself to.

eddie is with her in every sense of the word. and he likes to maintain that it's begrudgingly so, despite the fact that he knws fine well that he loves her and she's everything to him (hello my wishes and dreams lmao).

she's eddie's goofy little cheerleader, entirely dorky and unapologetically in love with him and supportive of every horrible thing he does. she's fun and sweet and he's mean and grumpy, the perfect match.

unlike me, connie is not afraid of getting hurt and does not have motion sickness, so she roller skates everywhere and is in a roller derby team with harley. she also skates everywhere in the sewers and in eddie's workshop which really irritates him, but she's faster at passing him his tools (or at least going to get him the right tool on the second or third try). her favourite skates are glittery with neon, glow in the dark wheels that have flashy lights in them.

eddie gives her a weekly stipend which she calls her pocket money, and he hates that.

she's a big strong fat girl, and eddie likes having her around because she's soft and squishy. she has a gap tooth, on the top row of her teeth, the same colour eyes as him, her natural hair colour is red, she has anxiety, ocd and autism, she's a chaotic bisexual slut, and she has a huge crush on poison ivy so she avoids her at all costs because anytime she's ever been near her she's been unable to focus or speak.

uh this is the little drawing i did of her 💚

#thank you for letting me ramble!!!#friends being friends #finnie's ocs

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15 questions

15 mutuals

Tagged by @bright-elen, and I've got a few minutes, so I'll give it a go!

1. Are you named after anyone?

No. I'm actually named in avoidance of someone-- the name my mother initially wanted to name me was a no-go, because it was the name of my dad's siblings who was stillborn when he was only two. He and all his younger siblings didn't even really know about her death until they were adults-- Dad vaguely remembers the pregnancy, but nothing else. My grandmother just-- Did Not Talk about it, and my grandfather gently asked if my parents would consider choosing a different girl's name as one option. So they did, and I'm glad-- I like my given name. It's unusual for my generation, and the name I avoided is just Not Me.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh, last week I teared up when a colleague sent me a dumbass email about how he needed my help figuring out how to do something tech related that I have LITERALLY showed him how to do at least once a week for the past two years. And I was just so tired and stressed it just about broke me. Before that, I cried at a friend's funeral two weeks ago. But those were good tears. Sad, but purifying. It had been a long, horrible illness, and it was good to know she wasn't in pain anymore.

3. Do you have kids?

None that are mine by blood or law. But I teach about 180 a year, so-- yeah, I've got kids.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

More than I should. I'm working on it.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I am an enormous klutz, so team sports are a terrible idea. But I was super into long-distance cycling in high school and college. And I love hiking, but my ankles are such a disaster nowadays from Bad Decisions and various past injuries that I am very slow and measured in what I do now.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Eyes and voice.

7. What’s your eye colour?

The green end of hazel.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I am a terrible wuss about scary movies, so happy endings.

9. Any special talents?

I have a stupid memory for useless things. Like, when I would get bored during college lectures, I would see how much of "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" I could write out from memory.

10. Where were you born?

Northwest of Atlanta by a bit.

11. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, pen-and-ink drawing, traveling, pottery, and I really like those architectural models made out of teeny-tiny not-Legos.

12. Do you have any pets?

I have lots of houseplants and kidnap my parents' dog on the regular. I really want a dog of my own, but I'm out of the house every day around 6 AM, and I don't get back until 5 or 6 PM. Unless I get a dog walking service, that's just cruel.

13. How tall are you?

Taller than my sister, which is all that matters.

14. Favorite subject in school?

History, literature, and-- oddly-- chemistry.

15. Dream job?

I mean, I don't dream about working? But I like what I do; I just wish the pay was an appropriate compensation for the work, and the state I work in had a better respect for my professionalism.

15 mutuals: Please don't feel obligated, y'all: @frostbitepandaaaaa, @marwoodly, @coffee-and-uhg, @corazondebeskar, @toooldforthisbutstill, @intellectual-carrot, @angrytrigonometry, @lunapascal, @buckybarnesss, @jake-and-amy-are-married, @fbismostunwanted, @naivara, @velvetsunset, @nonableistcatlady, @lilting-aurora

#personal stuff #ask game

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landboundstar · 8 months

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Trade Secrets Part 8

This section was a beast to write! Took a while, but hopefully you enjoy it. I had a few characters make their first stop in my AU version of Gotham City.

Trade Secrets

Part 8

I fidgeted nervously, pulling at the skirt of my dress.

It certainly was not my first time in a crowd. But normally, when I was at a large event, I was trying to draw attention to myself. Since I was normally acting as Dad's assistant and not just a guest.

My father looked down, smiled, and squeezed my hand.

"Quite a crowd. Good thing it is a party and you can talk to one or two people at a time."

I blushed, and he knelt down.

"Z, look at me." Dad's use of the familiar nickname he had called me since babyhood was meant to soothe me, as was his calm, even voice. But my face felt even warmer as I kept blushing, and I was embarrassed to feel tears pricking my eyes. "Really, just talk to a few people at a time. If you don't want to talk to someone, you can always walk away. And if you still want to leave in half an hour, we'll go."

He meant it. Looking around the Waynes' ballroom, with more people in it than I had ever seen before, I knew my father would leave a chance to visit with his friends if I was still upset.

I nodded, and wiped my eyes.

"Nice to know I'm not the only one feeling overwhelmed."

Dad stood up slowly, giving me another second to pull myself together.

"I'm sorry, I don't believe that we've met."

The lady smiled and extended her hand. "Dr. Leslie Thompkins. I work with Thomas. I have to assume you're his friend, Gio?"

Dad nodded and shook her hand. "Giovanni Zatarra. Nice to meet you, doctor."

She chuckled. "Stick with Leslie. Doctor is going to be confusing with Thomas, Matthew, and me all in the same room. Not to mention, whoever else Thomas has invited from the hospital that I have not run into yet. I take it that the young lady I am feeling entirely in sympathy with would be Zatanna?"

I wiped my eyes again, and nervously dropped a stage bow before remembering I should shake hands, but Leslie Thompkins apparently had decided to ignore my faux pas.

I expected her to ignore me, and just talk to Dad then, the way most adults do with kids.

Except, she didn't.

"The conservatory, dear."

I blinked up at her.

"What?"

With a smile, she patted my shoulder. "I'm probably too old to be your co-conspirator at escaping, but you aren't the only person I saw feeling overwhelmed. I haven't seen your other friends or their families yet, and Heaven only knows where Rachel has gotten to, but Bruce slipped into the conservatory a few minutes ago. I think he was waiting to see one of his friends here. And I know I always like meeting one of Thomas' friends that I don't run into in the hospital or my practice."

Dad looked at me, and chuckled. "Take D -, I mean Leslie's, chance to escape."

I still felt embarrassed, maybe even more so than before, but I did not feel quite as panicked as I moved through the crowd, headed towards the conservatory.

Bruce stood, half hidden behind a poinsettia, his fingers touching the stem of a paperwhite.

"You're almost as good at that as Selina." His hand traced up and down the forced bloom. "Sleight of hand?"

"The door was unlocked." I told him, looking at the flower. Sometimes in the winter, Dad would have narcissus bloom using the old-fashioned way to do it rather than magic. I always thought they looked pretty, but Bruce looked sad looking at the flower.

"I don't know how Dad does it."

I knew he didn't mean the flower.

"Well, I imagine he hired people. And Alfred and your mom had to help him get it together."

"Not just the party. I mean, you're right. But Dad can talk to everyone here, whether he knows them from being a doctor, or from a society gala, or the family company. That's a lot of things. And even more people. I - well, I can talk, but not with everyone. Not like that." Bruce had started sounding resigned, but the longer he spoke, the more anxious he sounded, until he sounded just as scared and uncertain as I did. Which was not how Bruce, who was used to being so sure of himself, normally sounded.

"I freaked out too. And Dad told me to talk to one person at a time."

"Focusing on one person at a time might help, but right now, there are hundreds of people in my house.It's not like I can leave. I live here."

I patted Bruce on the arm. "Come on. Maybe we can find Selina and Harvey, that way we don't feel alone. If we're lucky, we'll get you in trouble and your father will send you to your room."

We both knew that Bruce wouldn't want to embarrass his parents or cause a scene. But having friends so that he did not have to face it alone made him smile. Or the potential of escape. It was hard to tell which.

Once we were back in the ballroom, we were surrounded by voices and music and it was hard to not be pushed or jostled as we moved through the crowd. I nearly tripped into Bruce as a big man with graying hair pushed past, and that stumble would have had me fall if I had not been grabbed with an arm that snaked around and pulled back across my shoulders. Pulled me back towards someone much taller than me.

I knew that I was in a crowded ballroom. I knew Bruce's parents had never let me get hurt. I still panicked and tried to kick, but that only made my feet slide so that my fall would have worsened if it was not for the man's arm. I felt my breath speed up and years of my father's advice any time we traveled for a show kicked in.

I started to wriggle, rocking both left and right. I might have screamed. If I hadn't bitten down on the man's arm - or rather, I had bitten down on his sports coat.

I heard a chuckle, and felt the man move behind me. There was a lot of swearing and bumping and even more jostling. But, rather than move closer or tightening his grip, he had moved to kneel by me, careful to not push further into my bite.

"I appreciate that someone taught you how not to get grabbed. I would appreciate it more if it wasn't my arm because I didn't want you to fall. But, it's a good skill. Now, can you let go of my coat? I have one good jacket and I don't feel like buying another one."

I let go of the coat and accepted a hand up. It did not make me feel less sick as I felt even more eyes turning on me.

"There she is."

Hands picked me up, but I did not fight this time. I knew it was Dad. And I couldn't stop myself from crying on his shoulder.

"A misunderstanding." Bruce's words started to come through the ringing in my ears. I could tell that he had been talking for a while, but I had no idea what he had been saying.

"It sounds like it." Dad looked at me. "Do you want to leave, Z?"

I shook my head. I wanted to stay and hang out with my friends. I wanted to find Selina and Harvey, talk with Bruce, and meet new people. I felt stupid and small for feeling so overwhelmed in spite of dealing with crowds and audiences with Dad, performing as his stage assistant, waiting in subways and train stations, and weaving through streets and sidewalks around different cities.

"I think that I saw some tables between the foyer and dining room that had snacks and drinks on them. Maybe that would be better." The man who had grabbed my shoulders had taken a step back and was standing next to a young woman who had wrapped her arm around his waist.

"I would think moving somewhere away from you would make anyone more comfortable." I jerked, lifting my head suddenly at a voice I had only heard a handful of times. Selina's older half-brother. "I didn't think I'd find you somewhere like this."

"Jim's here with me as my date." The woman next to the man answered. "And it's hardly his fault, or the girl's, that Mr. Thorne nearly knocked her over."

"I'm so sorry, Miss Kean." Selina's brother drawled.

"Stop upsetting Zatanna." Even from my father's shoulder, it was hard to see Selina when she stepped forward until she was nearly shoulder to shoulder with Bruce, even though I could hear her voice. "Zatanna visits regularly without any problems. She would be drawing a rabbit out of a hat if she wanted attention, not ignoring social niceties, and she wouldn't be crying about it. I'm far more likely to cause a scene than she is."

Selina turned to my father. "Is it okay if Bruce and I take Zatanna to get some snacks, per favore?"

Dad set me back down. "Of course."

I walked in between them, still sniffling a little as we went to the tables where the snacks were laid out.

"It was very considerate of you to remember both Zatanna and her dad speak Italian." Bruce told Selina.

"Maybe, but it had the added bonus of reminding my brother that I speak Italian too."

Selina picked up a small sandwich from a tray. "Leave it to you to get to have all the fun, causing scenes, biting cops." Selina sighed theatrically and gestured to her dark curls and the blue green velvet of her dress sparkled under the lights of the chandelier. "And here I am stuck, actually acting as ladylike as my mother would wish."

We stood and snacked and talked and I actually started to feel almost normal, enjoying the time with my friends, the snow falling outside the windows, the carols playing in the background.

A clatter bumped the table next to us, and I heard a too loud laugh and turned to look.

A woman with blonde waves and a bright red dress stood, still laughing as she clumsily bumped into the table again.

"Mom, please."

Harvey's voice was pleading, barely above a whisper, and I wanted to grab his hand to have him come join us.

Before I could though, a man put his hand on Harvey's shoulder. I knew I had seen the man a few times before, but even if I hadn't, I would have known seeing him standing next to Harvey, that the dark haired man was Harvey's father.

"Don't embarrass your mother that way."

"Why shouldn't I have a few drinks? I just need to unwind a little. And I had a bad day." His mother whined, her voice slurring just a bit.

"And that doesn't give you a right to make your bad day your son's." Bruce's mother did not even reach Harvey's father's shoulder, but as she stepped forward in her black satin dress, Harvey's father let go, and she guided Harvey to sit with us, a delicate hand on his back, while his parents disappeared into the ballroom.

"You didn't need to do that." Harvey told her.

"And you don't need to feel embarrassed that you aren't your parents."

Pulling a chair over, she sat down, and slid her shoes off. "I love these shoes, but they pinch a little at the toes."

The clock in the hall struck nine just as Auld Lang Syne started playing and Bruce's mother started to hum along with the song, tapping her stocking foot in time.

"We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for the days of auld lang syne."

Smiling, she slid her shoes back on. "Once more into the breach. Make sure you get some of the fudge before it runs out."

And she went back into the ballroom, absently tracing the pearls of her necklace as she walked away.

#batman #au fic #harvey dent #selina kyle #zatanna #bruce wayne #living wayne parents #Character cameos #carmine falcone #jim gordon #My inner introvert might be showing #Leslie thompkins #Thorne brothers

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here you go, i sat down to doodle their silly adventures from “the pale horseman” (part 1, probably more to come)

and instead my mind went “actually i want to think about alfred and religion, alfred “god’s king” the great and his inability to ignore a church even though it’s very dangerous and there is no need for him to come in, who is often so annoyingly, infuriatingly pious and holier-than-thou but is that way honestly, no matter who is around, no performance in it for someone else’s sake. who genuinely believes even though it would have been so much easier to just use religion to achieve his goals like so many others constantly do. who sees religion as a way to unite people and lets it cloud his mind so much he can’t let himself trust others” what’s that meme? in this essay i will… basically that. so that’s why these two drawings are so ridiculously different in tone, sorry i guess

plus little bonus(?) below

i was messing around with colours and accidentally made a little ghost boy! look at him, he died violent death! so young! guess he’ll have to haunt someone to help him with all that unfinished business (and there’s a lot to do) :) if someone wants to do anything with this or similar au (or have already done) i really want to see it, please please share! brain stuck on ghosts now, might doodle later

#my art #my doodles #be honest is it painfully obvious that i was raised in a very non-religious home #cause i feel like my fascination with characters like that is a bit silly #but i just can’t help myself i wanna understand #what makes you tick my good lad!?#anyway poor uhtred is not paid enough to deal with this shit but we been knew that #the last kingdom #tlk #tlk alfred #tlk uhtred

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He could remember the first time he saw an Emblem, he was shocked. To know someone resided inside a ring... that for a human felt like fiction, yet he saw it with his two eyes over and over again.

The sensation Alfred first felt when he put on the ring of the holy knight was one that would never leave his chest, the surge of power that rushed through his veins and when they Engaged? It felt as if his body was no longer frail, the first time he wished to stay like this for just a little longer but ultimately knew that if he wanted strength, he wished to build it himself even if other's helped him. To take it from someone else, to use their strength, that didn't fix how weak he was in his core.

But those thoughts scattered like petals when he stood in front of said knight that had aided him and his friends countless of times. Emblem Sigurd had left this world, he saw it with his own two eyes, yet... here he was standing as if nothing had happened. "...It's good to see you," He mumbled low, more towards himself than the person he wished to speak to.

No, this couldn't be the Sigurd he knew, not only he wasn't floating but he clearly could be touched. And that was when Alfred remembered that Emblems shared name, voice, stories, appearance with people that had already existed, and it sends a bittersweet sensation in his heart—to see the face of a friend but for it to not be them, how unfair it was for this Sigurd to in this moment live in Alfred's heart as a shadow of someone the knight didn't even know.

But the prince kept those feelings to himself, a smile—one he tried to make seem as sweet as he could rather than sad—on his lips but his hand still reached towards him. "Hello there!" He said with a vibrant tone. "My name's Alfred, it is great to meet you." Sir Sigurd, the holy knight.

It was a funny thing to become accustomed, being recognized everywhere he went. Even in his own home of Chalphy there had been some small degree on anonymity - merely some lord or another, merely some knight - but here at Garreg Mach, Sigurd had grown to learn what it looked like as recognition beamed bright as the sun while he smiled politely and waited for his own understanding to dawn.

In most cases it happened with knights, professors, a draw to them that held them as distinctly Jugdral, distinctly countrymen or those whom he had shared arms and tales with under a broad night sky beside a cookfire. Fewer, with children - children of Grannvale, or Thracia, or Agustria as the progeny of his closest companions found themselves drawn to him in their due course.

And others that knew him only by name, a portrait printed in a history textbook, and that fame he found he'd the hardest time shouldering.

But there were times other still that straddled the line in between, of intimacy and familiarity, but also of distant legend.

He'd seen it in the deaconess, in the king professor, and he saw it now in the smile of the young man before him.

Sigurd grasped the boy's - Alfred's - hand, gripped it firmly and smiled warm in kind. "It is a delight to make your acquaintance, Alfred, lad. I look forward to seeing your growth in these halls. You've the makings of a fine knight, if I've ever seen one."

#in character #interaction: floreix #bet you thought i'd forgotten this huh #but waaaaaah thank you for the ask aster #would love to smoosh them together in the future

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myrddin-wylt · 1 year

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S, ship ranking for k i m c h i b u r g e r ?

A: I love it.

finally, some good fucking food. delicious.

it's deeply unfair that this is a rarepair tbh. like what's with that? Americans are so fond of S. Korea that now we're swapping music and movies??? And yeah that's kinda normal but that's normal with other English-speaking countries, not other languages. Bong Joon-ho got the entire US including then-president Trump to watch his movie and it was critically acclaimed??? like do you know how rare it is for Americans to watch foreign films Britain doesn't count? I just think that's so neat. It was bizarre when Gangnam Style went mainstream, especially for my Korean friends who were just ??? 'Why am I hearing my native language rn?'

like yes Alfred and Yong Soo are military allies and would fight tooth and nail for each other but there's also a much more kind of artistic appreciation that they have for each other? and honestly I think Yong Soo is one of the few people who can actually get Alfred to talk about like, the more complex sort of artistic analysis that he wouldn't share with anyone else.

like even though American culture is so globally pervasive - or, more likely, because it's so pervasive - not many people think of Alfred as a particularly cultured person, and he's honestly fine with that. there's fucking nothing worse than really liking a piece of media and start digging into it just for someone else to say it sucked, right? Alfred is like that about a lot of things he enjoys, and it's hard to blame him when his peers include Francis and Arthur and generally the most snobbish people on earth (ie Europe). He's not going to talk about the merits of video games and/or cinema as an artform with, like, Arthur- (even if that's probably a little bit unfair to Arthur tbh) because enough people have looked down on him for not having any sophistication and his interests being too childish (okay Arthur's definitely guilty of that one) etc etc.

He doesn't worry Yong Soo will judge him though. Imo my Alfred is kinda just Not Great at anything artsy, but he still enjoys doing it sometimes; if he's in the mood to draw a comic, Yong Soo will be the person he shows it to. or if he impulse-buys a guitar and spends months trying to learn to play it, he'll play something for Yong Soo first.

and it's really cute because obviously Yong Soo knows what it's like to have older, "more cultured" people call you childish and tasteless, and he's also just an upbeat, positive person. So when Alfred shows him the dumbest comic he's ever seen or a mangled cover of a song everyone's heard a million times, Yong Soo can still hype it up and engage with it with Alfred. And then Yong Soo starts adopting parts of American culture without seeing it as like, low-class pedestrian kind of content, and Alfred is flattered, thrilled, and a bit baffled. and then Alfred realizes that, oh hey, this shit slaps!

It's really shows and movies that get to Alfred more than anything. Yong Soo asked if Alfred wanted to come over and watch Squid Game and share what they thought of it and Alfred's just 'I want to come over there and kiss you on the mouth. And yes I'll watch Squid Game.'

when it comes to pastries and food, though, Alfred is definitely taking tips from Yong Soo. Yong Soo offers him bingsoo for the first time and Alfred's just 'wow I didn't think you could make me fall in love with you more than I already have but somehow you did.'

#ask #itstokkii #ask game #ship game

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arthur and matthew have different personalities but they both yearn to be appreciated. I know that matthew and scot have an emotionally healthier relationship than arthur and matthew but did those two ever recognise those aspects of themselves or talk about it?

Matthew and Alisdair having a more emotionally healthy relationship than Arthur and Matthew is @draw-a-circle-thats-the-foxhole 's amazing headcanon! For my own, I think that Arthur (for Matthew and Alfred before the revolution, at least) was very open and warm with his children and put a lot emotionally into his relationship with Matthew right from the start

One reason is because he sees a lot of his own childhood in Matthew. He too lost a parent young, he too spent a lot of his years feeling unwanted and second best and small compared to everyone around him and he sympathises with and feels a bond for Matthew in this shared early start. Children are innocent, children do not scorn him, and in Matthew in particular Arthur finds someone willing to love him completely in return, just for being himself.

Because he is Arthur though, there are also additional reasons for his close relationship with Matthew.

Anything France failed at is something England must best him in and to be able to take a child and raise him in a life Arthur deems as better that what France had given him is something England would have found satisfying. France struggled to make Canada financially viable? Well look, Arthur put money and infrastructure down and he grew happily. The boy is nothing 'special?' Why look how beautifully he sings! Look at how well he can calculate equations and map stars- this boy is a marvel under the right care. His care

To show Matthew as a success will further show France as a failure and Arthur needs no prompting to find or exploit the opportunity.

As for Canada and Scotland, I do think that they're close and have a good relationship but I don't have him as prominent in Matthew's start, again due to Arthur. Arthur is a smart man, one who knows well how to take and keep influence and he, selfishly, wants to limit the chances his children have to grow fonder of someone else other than him. Especially Scotland, someone Arthur has often felt jealous of for the easy affections he manages to win and the confident manner he has always had. Maybe this wasn't well thought out or intentional in Arthur's mind or actions, but I think he would have had that small worry that Matthew, or any of his children, would love his brothers more than him. As Europe did. As Europe does. As everybody seems to

Scotland would have been an equal seat in a lot of the empire but I think Arthur would have tasked him with more important, diplomatic jobs, both for his skill in them and to keep him busy. After the American revolution Arthur's grip only tightens, which would have further made things difficult for Scotland to be alone around the children for any great length of time without Arthur being somewhere nearby

As for your actual ask, I don't think Arthur and Matt have talked about this. Arthur because he is incapable of looking inwardly at himself so openly to another person, and Matthew because he's still a little scared that the answer he gets may well be one he's been fearing all along. Matthew at least is aware, like Arthur was concerning their childhood, that they have shared ways of seeing the world, although this manifests itself in different ways.

In the modern day, I think that Arthur is aware to some extent of how Matthew views and has viewed himself, but he's still mostly in deep denial about himself

#aph england #aph canada #hws england #hws canada #heroes answers #heroes headcanons

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