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Quarantine day three.
So my hives have not gone away, so my mother decided to put oatmeal on my stomach. Surprisingly, it worked. I didn’t scratch for a while. My hives are going away (which is amazing).
There’s nothing really new. My brother is still acting like a brat. He’s 12 years old now but he still can’t do anything without acting like a toddler. He purposely annoys us and laughs when he’s called out on it, and then has a screaming fit if we punish him for it. He honestly acts like a spoiled brat and it’s annoying.
Anyways, that’s all, see ya!
- Samantha
Cool lesbian older sister and skrunkly younger brother 🙏
I recently started thinking about this show again like out of nowhere. I’ll never get over the way it was cancelled, OK KO is a criminally underrated show and if I had to choose between bringing back OK KO or literally anything, there is a 99.99% chance I’m choosing this weird ass show. I miss it so much 😭
Hunter on his way to get adopted🦉🔮🏠✨
[Please do not reupload without permission!]
@heavenly-roman Kid!Roman with ADHD ☺️ I hope you like it!
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6 year old Roman smiled as he bounced excitedly into the mindspace’s kitchen, humming to himself,
“Good morning!”
He exclaimed, startling everyone slightly,
“Good morning Ro-”
“Is breakfast ready?”
Roman interrupted Patton, looking around the kitchen.
Logan adjusted his glasses, and tried to speak, but was immediately interrupted as well,
“I smell bacon!”
Roman exclaimed, then grabbed Patton’s hand to prompt him to help get him food,
“Ro, slow down a bit,”
Logan calmly coaxed to the easily distracted child,
“There’s plenty of-”
Roman had stopped listening to Logan as he heard the tv turn on in the living room,
“Movie!”
He exclaimed excitedly, letting go of Patton’s hand, and rushing towards the other room.
Patton looked at Logan apologetically, smiling softly, then raced after Roman, when he heard him bickering with his younger brother Emile,
“I wanna watch Disney!”
Roman exclaimed, stomping his feet, his younger brother paying him no attention, just focused on the colorful screen,
“Ro, Emile got to the tv first. You need to take turns.”
Patton calmly explained to the frustrated child, who pouted,
“How about we play a game?”
Roman perked up at the mention of a game, easily forgetting about the movie,
“Dragons?!!”
He exclaimed, and Patton chuckled,
“Sure Ro, we can play Dragons.”
When I was little I was homeschooled and I was a bit behind on learning to read I think, I was so excited for when it would be my turn to learn to read and begged my grandma and older sister to read to me all the time, I learned to read eventually but I don't like to read on my own, my grandma and sister had read the black stallion and black beauty to me so many times I could read them on my own but for the most part I wouldn't, I would always run up to my grandma or sister and beg them to read the old books to me, they always said why? You can read them yourself now, you don't need me, most of the time with a little persuasion they would still sit down with me on the blue couch in the white room and read a chapter or two of whatever book I had requested, I finally know the words for why I wanted to read with them when I could have easily done it myself, I didn't necessarily want to read the book for the story, the point wasn't reading the story, the point was sharing the story with them, I enjoyed their company and wanted to share a minimally engaging activity with them so I could revel in their presence and enjoy their gentle companionship
Me, standing in my siblings doorway at 12:30 am with a trinket:
"I've brought you a gift"
My sister uncle and grandma are all moving this summer so it will just be me and my dad and i have never felt more alone. On the bright side we get to have a library/game room
I may have just created an imaginary family because mine is .... Interesting
Stupid Whore Older Sister
!MDNI!
One night, you tried to get yourself off, but you couldn't do it. What better choice than to ask your brother, who is a year younger, for assistance? You can't help but go see him, even if your parents tell you that he's a shame and that you should avoid him because you're too unique for him to even glance at. Not after you were a 16-year-old virgin and he fucked you and taught you how to screw yourself. You did something that he didn't like, so he punished you after he agreed to fuck you.
FT: Younger!Brother/Older!sister Reader
TW: stepcest! Spanking, degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, ect.
"Can't,'s hurts!" a crying whine escapes your kiss-swollen lips, petite small hands desperately gripping and clawing at the wooden desk as you look down at your brother whose hands aggressively make contact with the plush fat of your bum, the repeated sounds of spanking filled the room.
"Stupid whore," he jeers into your neck. “Did you think I was joking sis?” he retorts, tone icey without remorse. His fingers slowly made their way to your chin, eventually creeping closer to your lips and forcing them apart. Fingers bullying their way into your mouth, almost touching the back of your throat, the taste of cum still lingering on them, gagging you as salty tears prick the corner of your eyes.
“Say…how would Mom and Dad react if they saw their precious daughter getting fucked dumb by her disgrace of a little brother?” he jests as he throws down another blow to your bruised ass, tinted red and decorated with dark blemishes and bite marks. His thumb gently caresses your tear-stained cheek. You squirm, throwing your head from side to side, your lower lip trembling and fixed into a pout.
"P-Ple- *hic* please…n-no *hic* more!" You tell him as your hand tugs at his white short-sleeved t-shirt, tears still falling from your lash line even though it's been almost ten minutes of spanking you.
"jus’ a little more sis…you can handle it, can't you?" he coos into your ear, sucking and pressing feathery kisses along the soft flesh of your neck and shoulder as he slowly grinds his clothed hardness against your moistened Hello Kitty panties eliciting soft moans through your pleads and cries.
He pushes your cute little panties to the side as he slowly inches his fat girthy cock through the velvety walls of your pussy. He rolls his hips against your ass in short, quick thrusts, effectively grinding his cock into the spongy spot of your walls and you whimper in complaint as he reaches around to rub at your clit. Fast, vicious circles on your soaked nub, shooting agonizing pleasure throughout your entire body as you mewl his name in pleasure.
He thrusts into you, burying his cock in your wet heat and he clenches his jaw when your walls squeeze tight around him. A shaky whine dribbles out from your plump lips as he rips another orgasm from you, walls convulsing around him as your eyes roll back and your juices sloppily squirt all over his pants.
You arch your back into him, nails digging into the wooden desk as you mewl, squirming, while he buries his cock into you “What? Fucked stupid already?” He says continuing to fuck you dumb, his hands gripping your hips surely leaving imprints and bruises as he pulls your hips towards his groin, his pace quickening.
Leaning in, he buries himself against the nook of your neck whilst he groans in your ear, breathing hot against your burning skin as he watches his cock disappear completely inside of you before pulling it back out, a creamy ring around the base as he pounds you.
“You like being fucked stupid, huh? Dumb whore getting her brains fucked out.”
Just siblings
(I can’t take these buffoons seriously and I don’t feel like making proper art)
𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : edward midford, soma, platonic!joanne harcourt
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : you surprise your boyfriend with a smothering of kisses/platonic! you surprise your brother with a visit/hug
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : slightly suggestive obv minus joanne’s, mentions of anxiety
𝐚/𝐧 : love the phantom five boys! this idea is from @dior-luxury ‘s series with the twst characters. i highly recommend that you check it out! please enjoy. :)
𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃
Hot. That was the only word to describe the temperatures of June 4th, 1889. The sun rays beaming brightly down on your skin for the past few hours left you lightheaded, the abundance of layers that built up your attire only causing you more distress. But, you still needed to achieve your goal for the day; surprising your beloved.
You were lucky his prefect was so understanding of your request to visit him before his match against the Sapphire Owl house, him taking it as you delivering a good luck charm to the lad. A good luck charm? One supposes it could be. An ambush? Most definitely.
A creak in the floorboards of the locker rooms echoed as you crouched behind a set of wooden lockers, your eyes trained on Edward as he walked all on his lonesome to grab a sweat rag from his locker. His eyes were trained on the path in front of him, a determined gleam radiating off of them as his steps thunked across the room. His heart was dead set on winning, wishing to make his sister as well as you proud. So, he would make sure to play at his top performance.
As your beloved remained deep in thought, rummaging through his belongings with haste, you stepped out from your hiding spot behind the lockers.
Without even giving the boy time to think, your hand quickly gripped onto his wrist, dragging him into the nearest storage closet.
Edward’s eyes widened with alarm, immediately finding it difficult to adjust to the darkness in the room. His hands felt around for something to hold onto, perhaps the door handle so he could make a hasty escape from his perpetrator. However, he was met with a soft texture. This was no type of wood, or cricket paddle, it was a cloth of high quality material. Soon after, the scent of something, more accurately, someone familiar met his nose.
“[Name]? What are you doing—“
You did not give him time to finish his sentence before you cupped his cheeks, placing an eager kiss on his lips.
It was no simple kiss; it contained the passion, adoration, and longing star-crossed lovers shared when finally meeting. Many months had passed since you had last seen your Edward in person, and letters simply were not enough to regale your adoration to him. The emotion within your shared embrace was telling of your yearning, and he could not help but be consumed by it.
Arms wrapped around your waist in an attempt to ground himself, his wide, emerald eyes, blinking rapidly as he took in the sight of you. “Bloody—“, he sputtered, before being silenced by another kiss.
Numerous kisses were then placed on Edward’s body; one on his nose, two on his cheeks flushed with red, then one on his neck. You did not want to stop; you were practically radiating with the tenderness and warmth you had missed giving your beloved. His flustered protests went ignored by you as you pressed more and more gentle, passionate kisses along his pale skin. A growing feeling in his stomach kept growing, like butterflies that would flutter in a garden. It made him feel like he was going to melt into a pile of mush simply from your affection.
Finally, one last kiss was placed upon his lips where your assault had begun. You then raised your hands to cup his cheeks once again, brushing away the blonde pieces of hair that framed his face. Soon enough, his hands raised to steady the gentle hold you had on him and his face lowered, allowing you to lean your forehead against his.
“This is highly inappropriate,” he mumbled, eyes intent on looking into yours despite the uneven beating of his heart.
You smiled cheekily, playfully pinching his cheek. “You seem to be enjoying it though, my knight.”
Edward released his hands from your grip, confidentially placing his hand in your own to lead you out of the darkened closet. The lad still had a game to win, after all. “How in the world did you even get back here?” He questioned as he guided you.
“I told your prefect that you’re my fiancé. He was more than willing to let me in.”
His eyes widened with fear, already sensing the onslaught of questions from his housemates. “WHAT—?” He nervously shouted, though it sounded more like the screech of a banshee.
You slyly smirked behind your gloved hand. “By the by, he expects an explanation as to why you did not tell him about me during the celebration later this evening.”
“You are bloody lucky that I’ve missed you.”
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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀
Soma’s time spent at Weston College had been one of the best experiences of his life in England— an entertaining game of cricket, enjoying a large slice of chicken meat pie, and being able to celebrate his good friend's victory with a party created unforgettable memories. Unforgettable is more of an umbrella term for his feelings, even the more painful aspects of his adventures were precious to him; such as his yearning for you whilst apart.
Yearning is agonizing, yet it makes the heart grow fonder. The amount of love and sweetness that dripped into the ink he used to write his letters to you was immense, nearly overflowing. He spoke of his new friends, his studies, and his secret, not so secret, mission for the Earl Phantomhive; but every letter without fail contained heartfelt words of a longing to embrace you again. Tears were brought to your eyes each time you received a letter, knowing deep down that he had more than likely placed a kiss on the seal before sending it off. It made you feel as if you were a young child again, dreaming of an extravagant future where an unexpected suitor swept you off your feet.
Prince Soma of Bengal simply had that effect on you.
So, when you finally caught sight of him at the celebration, you quickly grabbed his forearm and dragged him away from the festivities. It only took Soma a moment to realize who exactly had whisked him away. “[Name], just the person I wanted to see! How are you, my-” he laughed as you abruptly pressed him against a tree, stealing a kiss as you did so.
Your attack did not simply stop there, no, it continued for what felt like hours. Kisses were placed on his cheeks, then his forehead, and then suddenly his lips again; all gaining a deeper, gentle passion as you entangled your fingers in his dark plum locks. All the while, his hair was spilling out from its low-pony and his boater hat was nearly completely off his head. He was practically melting from your touch, consumed by the gratification he felt after receiving the affection he had been craving from you.
“Whoa, feeling bold are we?” He whispered against your lips, grinning happily as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
Now he was only encouraging your behavior. You pressed several more kisses onto his skin, scattering light kisses across his neck and along his long fingers. Finally, you placed your last kiss on his nose, gently holding one of his hands to cup your cheek. “Hello, my love.” you whispered, pressing deeper into your beloved's hand.
Soma returned the favor, pressing a quick peck on your temple. “Hi, sweets.”
Before he was able to pull back, you pressed closer to him, flushing your body against his. “I missed you.”
He was going to go crazy.
“I missed you more! It was so boring here without you. You know what’s amazing, I already learned all the subjects they teach here back at home in Bengal. I mean, you would be amazed by how easy it—” he whined before abruptly being interrupted by another onslaught of kisses.
Small chuckles came from the boy, slowly turning into full blown laughter. “Again? You flatter me, love!”
“Soma, stop giggling!” you groaned, pulling away from him.
He only giggled in response, pulling your waist closer so you couldn’t back away. “I can’t help it! Your kisses are so gentle that they tickle.”
A frown formed on your face as a heated staring contest was shared between you and the prince, neither winning nor losing in this particular debate. After all, he found you cute whether you were upset with him or not. “Don’t be embarrassed, I love it!”
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𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓
Excitement. There was no better word to describe how the shy boy from Scarlet Fox house was feeling. Today was going to be wonderful; a face off between friends, high stakes, and a thrilling game of cricket were waiting for him in just a few hours. The most exciting event of all, however, was none of these. It was finally being able to see you, his sibling, after so many months.
How he’d missed you, it was odd waking up in the morning without you and your older sisters at the breakfast table. Though, his mornings still contained just the right amount of lively chatter. But of course, it has not been the same without you.
Being a sibling is a privilege, and having good-hearted ones was an even bigger privilege. He had heard and read stories about siblings who would back-stab, manipulate, and abandon their siblings; but he never quite understood why. He had been lucky enough to have been born and allowed to grow up with good people around him, people who had already experienced the harshness of the world yet remained kind. That trait became something he admired; something he wished to be. And he can only believe what the people around him say, that he’s as kind as a summer breeze.
But some part of him wonders, is that really true?
Truthfully, he feels selfish even for asking that you make an appearance at his first cricket game. Selfish for asking you to carve out part of your day for him, and even more so for requesting you specifically. He can not help but feel as though he is asking for so much, yet he knows deep down he is asking for so little. He knows you will show up, but a seedling of doubt makes him believe you won’t. Such are the troubles that come from his anxiety.
Finally, it is his turn to throw the ball. His confidence is at its high, yet it wanes as he catches a glimpse of the crowd. Suddenly, his eyes are searching, scanning for any familiar faces, until finally they land on your family. You are quick to notice his stares in your direction, waving eagerly at him as you released a loud cheer for his team. You came, you really came!
A relieved smile spreads across his face, now fully focused on this game. He was going to make you proud. Until, a painful stabbing feeling was felt coming from his stomach.
Terrible. He feels terrible, and so dreadfully embarrassed. After being hauled off the field by one of the housemasters, Joanne was placed onto a bed in the infirmary. And even worse than that, his whole team had been disqualified due to the majority of them getting food poisoning. It was unfortunate, the chicken meat pie had been quite delicious.
A sigh left his lips as he rested on the white sheeted bed, a silence soon following as he was left with only himself and his thoughts. The scene of him falling to the ground in pain kept replaying in his mind, making his fingers twitch with discomfort. He then began counting three objects in the room, then three sounds he recognized, then three body parts that he could move; a method of calming down he had learned from you. But, it wasn’t enough to make the thoughts and images leave his mind.
That was the curse that was his anxiety.
Suddenly, two knocks on the door drew his attention. Then, shortly after, the door creaked open, revealing you on the other side holding a glass of water. Closing the door behind you, you entered the room and approached the bed your brother laid on.
His eyes widened, quickly adjusting his body into a sitting position. “[Name]?”
You smiled fondly, taking a seat in the wooden chair next to him. “Of course it is.”
You carefully handed the glass of water to your brother, making sure he would not drop it. Soon, he began taking small sips of water, which quelled his thirst. “How are you feeling, Jo?” you questioned, leaning back in your chair.
For a moment, you thought you caught a flash of a frown on his face. His hands fidgeted with his cup before he placed it on the side table next to him. “A little better, though my first cricket game did not go exactly as I had hoped.” he chuckled, attempting to hide the truth of his feelings.
However, it didn’t go unnoticed by you. You took a gentle grip of his hands, drawing his attention to something other than the memories of the last few hours. “It’s alright, dear. A little food poisoning might hurt you now, but I’m sure later you’ll laugh at the circumstance soon in the future.” you smiled.
It was such a simple yet true statement; that made it fact. The fact was he was going to enjoy a laugh about the incident with his new friends. The fact was he was going to forget the situation and remember it as a fond memory. The fact was he was going to be okay.
Joanne let it sit for a moment, took a deep breath in, and let it out. He let his body relax and focused on the good events that happened today. “I suppose you aren’t wrong. I still had a lot of fun playing against Phantomhive.” he muttered, a smile creeping up on his face.
“Is that the friend you wrote about in your letters?” Keeping his mind off the matter was a good thing, it kept him occupied. To your question, he gave you a single nod.
Your eyes widened for a moment, then you gave him a pat on the head. “I’m glad you’re making friends again.”
Joanne was a shy boy, not one to branch out or make himself known to the people around him. Him simply making the reach to make new friends was refreshing and exciting for him, it almost made you jealous.
Soon your arms wrapped around your brother, bringing him into a warm embrace. Feelings of longing and pride filled you, happy to be reunited with your dear brother once again. It nearly brought you to tears. “I’m so proud of you, Jo. You’ve grown so much, I almost fear I’m falling behind.” you whispered, adding a light chuckle towards the end of your words.
Joanne returned your hug, squeezing you tightly. He nuzzled into your shoulder, murmuring against your shoulder. “Don’t say that, [Name]. I think we’ve both changed in the months we’ve been apart, but I think our respect for each other hasn’t faltered a bit.”
Removing one of your hands from your embrace, you gently patted his hair. “You’re too sweet for your own good, truly.” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on the crown of his head.
Though it was not said with words, both of your actions wrote words of thanks.
Thank you for being here for me.
Thank you for worrying about me.
And thank you for being kind to me.
After a few more moments of silence, you removed yourself from the hug. A light grip was then placed on your brother's shoulders, bringing his attention to you once again. “Would you like to come sit with me on the lawn to watch the last match tomorrow? Your friends can join us.” you insisted.
Joanne’s eyes widened with shock at your suggestion. “Is that truly alright?”
Another smile spread across your face upon seeing his change of heart. “As long as your school’s rules don’t hold a tradition stating you’re not allowed to sit with your family.”
Joanne returned your smile with his own grin. “Lawn it is, then!” he happily exclaimed.
@𝐩𝐡𝐪𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 — ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.
𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : baldoroy, mey-rin, snake, finny
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : sibling hcs with the phantomhive servants minus sebastian
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : SPOILERS FOR EVERYONES BACKSTORIES !!!!
𝐚/𝐧 : this is my first time writing for black butler, so i hope you enjoy! :)
𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐘
𖤐 | Baldoroy, as any person would be, is protective over you. However, this is not just because of his wife and son passing, no, he has been like this since you were born. Ever since he first laid eyes on you, he decided that you were his precious sibling that needed protecting from the harsh cruelties of the world; just as any older sibling would do. And he made sure you were aware of it. If you were ever bullied, attacked, or misguided by the wrong crowd, your older brother would be there to beat the bad guys up for you. This fact still remains the same even though the two of you are much older than you were when he made that statement. The two of you would always be there for each other, no matter what.
𖤐 | Interestingly enough, you were even his person of honor at his wedding!
𖤐 | He, with much of you begging, takes him with you when he goes overseas to work at the Phantomhive Manor. He had already seen the destruction and grief that life had given him, and he feared that taking you with him would bring more of it to him. He was afraid of losing you; the only person he truly trusted in this world. But, he needed a new start. And this English butler that had appeared before him on the battlefield had offered him just that. So, he decided to take you with him.
𖤐 | The two of you are the primary cause of Sebastian’s stress, the amount of times you have caught the kitchen on fire is one too many. Your brother is a complete fool when it comes to cooking or even baking, it is amazing how the two of you have survived for so long. Though, the two of you are learning. The moment Mey-Rin and Finny were appalled by the abomination you had created out of a chicken, you decided you need to kick it up a notch. You asked Sebastian to let you borrow a few cook books, and you got to reading. However, it did not help as much as you had hoped it would. Getting your brother to go along with it was also a task, but the two of you eventually somehow made an edible dish. That was a one time occurrence.
𖤐 | On occasion, your brother will attempt to recreate some dishes from your childhood. As far away from home as the two of you are, it is rare that you ever prepare American delicacies for the young master so he has to take it upon himself in his free time to make the dishes. He tries to remember the memories from when you two were still youngsters and just learning how to work with basic farm equipment, but it becomes rather hard due to most of his recent memories being of fire and war. But, he still looks at you like you’re still a child. Though you have grown, become wiser, and aged; you are still little to him. He can only see a child whenever you smile, it reminds him of the good old days when it was just the two of you. Which is exactly why your happiness is so precious when you enjoy a home cooked, rather, a burnt meal that your mother used to make you. He may be awful at it now, but he will keep trying until he gets it right.
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𝐌𝐄𝐘-𝐑𝐈𝐍
𖤐 | Mey-Rin is very protective of you, primarily due to your past. Your parents passed away in an epidemic when you were rather young, leaving you and your sister to fend for yourselves. After the brutal end of your friends Jan and Hao, you became assassins for the Chinese mafia. Leaving meant death, and failure meant just the same. Your meeting of Sebastian and the young master was the purest luck that the two of you had been bestowed, and you both worked hard to earn your place as servants of the Phantomhive family. You even found new people to call your own family.
𖤐 | She is a truly caring sister, however, you believe she is the one who needs the most help. More often than not, you will find Mey-Rin in an unfortunate situation. There are many ways said situation could play out, the options are; she has tried to grab the china so she could set the table, but ended up falling on the floor and breaking it all, or she tried to do the laundry, but put the wrong amount of soap in, or something possibly much, much worse. You, however, do not simply leave her on her own; you assist her and solve the problem all in one fell swoop. She is more than thankful for you, she doesn’t know what she’d do without you.
𖤐 | The two of you are definitely gossips, but only to yourselves and your fellow servants. One instance would be the opera singer that spent the night during the horrifying dinner party that resulted in several murders occurring, Miss Irene Diaz. Despite being older than both you and your sister, she retained a youthful appearance. How odd, the both of you thought. A part of you entertained the idea that she might be a vampire, but you knew something else had to be afoot. Later, the two of you and Ran-Mao were tasked with going through her suitcase due to her being under suspicion. So, you went through her things and there! A bottle of red perilla extract, a herb said to have anti-aging effects. The two of you talked about it all day once the guests left, pondering on the possibilities of the scandal reaching the public. Ah, the drama!
𖤐 | Reading scary stories has become a pastime for the two of you, them often becoming bedtime stories before the both of you nod off. Learning how to read and write has become of great use to the both of you, not just for your jobs, but for indulging in literature. The young masters library contains various texts, from history to romance, from adventure to biographies, but most importantly; horror novels. The terrifying images people can create with words is truly interesting, and it makes for a nice scare before bed; even though it might result in a nightmare every now and then.
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𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄
𖤐 | Since you were children, Snake has been a protective brother. Having been locked in a cage, fed only mice, and having been treated as a freak-show caused him to be this way. His wish since those days was for the both of you to live freely, without the people around you being disgusted by your scaly skin, a feature unique only to the two of you. And that wish came to fruition when your new family found you; the first-string members of a traveling circus. They did not look at you with disdain nor did they coil back from the texture of your skin; they welcomed you with open arms. For the first time, the two of you were acknowledged as people.
𖤐 | Though you were not as adept at snake taming as your brother, his snakes like you rather well. Especially Lady Emily, who adores you. While you lie in bed, she likes to break off from the group and slither into bed and lie close to you. Snakes are cold blooded, which is why they require heat to regulate their body temperature, so using you as a heater is her own technique. Though it is dangerous for the little snake, she is a risk taker so she does it anyway. As a concerned snake charmer and a concerned brother, Snake worries about both you and Emily. What if you accidentally squish her while you're resting? What if the two of you become too cold during the night? All these thoughts run through his head until he eventually leaves the comforts of his bed to lay another blanket over the top of you. Even despite his worries, he thinks the sight of you and Emily cuddling together is adorable.
𖤐 | Learning how to read and write together was an experience, but it was a fun one nonetheless. Being taught by your fellow servants at the Phantomhive Manor how to decipher words was hard, as they were not the best teachers. The head butler, or as you knew him, Black, however was a great help. He made understanding writings a more manageable task, though he was a harsh teacher. You and your brother learned fast enough though, now being able to read labels and basic texts. Now knowing the basics, you desired to learn more. You gave a request to Black, asking for more complicated stories; and more complicated stories you got. He delivered a few thick books to your quarters within a few days, stating “Good luck.” How were you not supposed to worry!? So, you enlisted your brother for help. Every night, the two of you read a few pages aloud to help you get better at reading. Though not as fond of it as you are, Snake enjoys the time that you get to spend together by reading.
𖤐 | Often the two of you are put together to complete housework; your master is quite demanding after all. Unfortunately, you and your brother are not well-versed with household chores. However, you're definitely better at it than your fellow servants. At least you don’t burn the kitchen down, or flood the laundry room, or somehow accidentally use insecticide on the whole garden, ruining the lush beauty of it all. These are Sebastian’s words, not yours.
𖤐 | Snake likes to give you headpats if you’ve done a good job, like your little adventure on the Campania. A stressful journey it was, but you did rather well on it. After the two of you were handed the plate of food by your master, you ran off to feed your brother's snakes. And much to your horror, you were caught. Even more horrifying than that, you were faced with a large army of unknown, and certainly undead creatures that would send an old lady into shock. You and your companions, however, were not old ladies. So you ran as fast as your legs could take you, dragging along your young master and his fiancé behind your brother. After facing off against the bizarre creatures, the lot of you ran off to the boiler room, only to be met with the room flooding. Then, after another near death experience, you and your brother ended up being placed on a lifeboat. Shaking from the cold and the aftershock from the events that had occurred only a few moments ago, Snake scooted even closer to you in an attempt to give you more warmth. He then reached his hand up to pat your head, silently telling you, “You’ve done well.”
𖤐 | Just as any person desires, Snake needs reassurance too. The two of you are the same; having been shunned for your skin as well as your eyes. Even with you by his side, he can not help but feel lonely at times. “Being all by oneself is lonely…”, as he once told you. Though rarely apart, and even surrounded by people, one can still be lonely. This is why, despite growing and changing through the years, the two of you still share the same room. So even while the two of you become lost in the land of dreams, you can share your loneliness together.
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𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘
𖤐 | Similar to Mey-Rin, Finny is extremely protective of you due to your pasts as experiments. The two of you were taken as children, and forced to become weapons of war. You did not even know how to read, write, or talk before the young master and Sebastian took the both of you in. The two of you slowly began to pick up on the teachings Sebastian gave you, and soon you were able to properly communicate with your brother and others around you. It was freeing. Now, you could express your gratitude for each other, with not simply actions, but with words as well. Finny swears when he heard you say “I love you” for the first time, he nearly cried from joy. (He did cry, sobbed in fact.)
𖤐 | Finny is deathly afraid of the two of you becoming separated. It is his biggest fear. He quite honestly does not know what he would do without you. The two of you have been together since he can remember; he doesn’t remember a moment when the two of you were not together. With you not at his side, it would be like losing a part of himself. This is why the two of you are always seen together, almost never apart unless necessary.
𖤐 | He always checks up on you at bed time, making sure that you’re sound asleep. The pain the two of you went through comes with side effects; nightmares. Finny’s nightmares come often, luckily, not as often as they used to. But, you still tend to have them. Flashbacks to men in lab coats holding you down, the ghost of needles pricking your arm, the scarce truth that all you could do was scream; they all encroach you like a predator to its prey, shrouding you in inky darkness. Finny is your sun, guiding you through darkness where it isn’t so lonely. As you rest in your bed, tossing and turning, your brother will gently wake you up with a cup of hot milk and some honey. He heard it helps soothe the mind; and if it helps the young master, it might just help you too. If you wish to speak about your nightmare, Finny is more than willing to listen. However, if you’re not willing to talk, silence is fine with him too. As long as you start feeling better, he is willing to wait.
𖤐 | If you’re a gardener for the manor like him, you will have to be in charge of making sure the boy does not accidentally use insecticide on the whole garden. Finny is not the most adept gardener; in fact, you swear you once saw one of the many dead trees in the manors garden still moving. That is not normal, not at all. Since that incident, you have taken it upon yourself to take over most of the garden work. Your efforts may not be as elegant or impressive as Sebastian’s, but they are certainly a better situation to have than the atrocities your brother has created in the past.
𖤐 | If you’re not a gardener for the manor, he will occasionally check up on you as you go about your chores. He’s a worry wart about you, as said previously. He’s terrified of being separated from you in fear of losing you, so he periodically takes a peak of how you’re doing before returning to his work. Eventually, he gets caught by Sebastian. The boy does get in a little trouble, but convinces Sebastian to do the periodic check-ups for him. This quells his worries a little bit, but as your brother he is always worried about you.
𖤐 | For Sebastian, the two of you are a handful. Whenever a stray dog wanders by, you and your brother can’t help but halt all your work to play with the doggy. It is an adorable sight to the other servants though. Despite your brother being around your master’s age, the primary difference between the two of them is that your master wishes to be seen as an adult and your brother acts like a six year old. Both are endearing, but sometimes you wish your master would act more like your brother. It saddens you that the events he must have gone through to get like this must have been harsh, however, you wish he could smile more often. Then maybe the Queen’s Guard Dog could enjoy playing with the dogs as much as you and your brother do.
@𝐩𝐡𝐪𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 — ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.
More little brother Izuku please!! It was so funny
genetic obligation | i. midoriya
midoriya is a hero, a strategist, a prodigy—and a little brother who steals your leftovers and pisses you off. (part ii of 'ts pmo ong')
Sokka: *can’t see his mother face*
Katara: *can’t stop seeing her mother’s face because Sokka is her exact imagine*
Choose A Sib
Dot, running over to Yakko: If you could only save one of us, who would you choose? Me or Wakko?
Yakko: Hmmm. That's a good question, Dot. Random, yet interesting. I take it you and Wakko are fighting?
Dot: He ate my makeup again and he's being stupid! So? You'd choose me, right?
Yakko: Uhhhhhhhhh, that depends. What's the situation? I need context so I can make the smartest choice.
Dot: What? Oh. Well, uh...there is a fire and you can only save one of us. The other ends up dying in the fire. Who would you choose to save? Me, right?
Yakko: Why can't I save both of you?
Dot: Because I said so. So?
Yakko: I'm sure I could save both of you.
Dot: I'm sure I said you couldn't. Choose quickly!
Yakko: Fine, fine! I choose.....Wakko!
Dot: I knew you'd come to your senses an- wait what!?!??! Why him!? I'm way better and cuter than him! How could you choose him over me!?
Yakko: Because I know he wouldn't stress me out with terrifying hypothetical situations and choices!
siblings siblings siblings siblings
Sorry not sorry @00belle00lovely00 but this NEEDED to be made.
Okay so I'm currently obsessed with the Idea of Hello Kitty being Catnaps older sister
I've been obsessed with the idea thanks to a post @00belle00lovely00 made so I did what I do best and drew it because I have no self control anymore
My brother: explaining Fortnite for the 50th time.
Me: confused af, but happy to have a conversation that doesn't involve arguing.
Him: You get what I'm saying.
Me: Absolutely not, but I'm happy you're happy bud.
Don't we all love some chaotic siblings shenanigans at the gala?
Ah! The annual Wayne gala...
Every year, Bruce Wayne attempts to throw a normal gala.
You, know. The kind every other billionaire throws.
But somehow
Somehow
Something weird happens.
Whether Damian lets Batcow into the ballroom, or Steph sets off the sprinkler system, or (God forbid) Jason mixes laxatives into the cake; something always goes wrong.
And. It. Is. Always. His. Kids'. Fault.
It's become a running joke in the media!
"The Wayne Kids at it again!!! Read their latest gala antics below!"
Bruce just wants to jump into that bottomless pit in the Batcave...
Why WHY are his... lovely children like this? Can't they just give him some peace.
Of course not, Dick is sitting on the chandelier and everyone is staring.
Dick waves at him.
He can only stare blankly until Tim comes over and hands him a cup of coffee, Tim holding one himself.
Not really a typical gala drink, but he deserves it. Takes a big drink and almost spits it out. He give Tim and incredulous look.
The coffee is spiked.
He can't tell if it has monster, whisky, or a fucking 5 hour energy in it though.
Tim just shrugs and takes the cup back.
"More for me"
Cass walks over and gives him a pity pat on the shoulder.
God help him.
He loves these kids.
But God help him...
MeiMei: *sighs* Ayah….
I made a fake screenshot of The “Great Wall Race” I will make more fake screenshots of this episode soon.
Note: Mao is talking to MK on the phone
"HE COULDNT FIGHT BACK WHEN HE WAS FIVE HE CANT FIGHT BACK NOW"
Now they’re prepared.
This is just the entire plot of Reckless by Cornelia Funke
I love so much stories of older siblings having to save their younger siblings from a magical kidnapping it's just. I'm too old to believe in magic and you're not but you're the one stolen and I'm the one who has to believe to get you back because our parents are too far gone, they'll never understand. You're my responsibility and I don't want you to be but when offered a choice to walk into the dark for you or to turn back I will always go on. I seem like such a grown-up powerful force to you but I'm just a kid myself. I'm scared and alone but somewhere out there you trust me to save you and I have to rise to that, I have no choice. I resent your existence. I love you. I will always come find you.
Is it odd to say I sometimes struggle to place exactly how I think of Zoro and Chopper's relationship?
Some people say they're like father and son, whilst others say they're more like siblings, but I feel like I'm in some weird no-man's-land where neither title really matches up.
It's like Zoro's an older brother who was forced to look after his younger brother, Chopper, in the place of absent parents, and is the closest thing to being a father whilst simultaneously absolutely unable to act like an 'actual' parent should due to being completely inexperienced and too young to fulfill that role properly.
I hope I articulated that properly because I don't even know at this point, I just want to hear if anyone else feels like this 😭
not a req but if u wanna write it then do what u want but imagine bakugo with an older brother (lets say his older brother is like 6 years older) who cant spell for shit so when they text its like
"i got yorkshire barney brithday"
"what."
bonus points if said older brother is basically bakugo 2.0 (or 1.0 ig sicne hes older) but maybe more clamer so hes just yelling at bakugo through text like
"WHY MY FORK ATE MOTHER EVEREST"
"WJAT R U SAYING"
DAWG I CAN'T-
like, gurl-
Imagine one:
Katsuki kicks open the already half-way open door, stepping into hia older brother's room and staring at him blankly with his scarlet eyes.
As y/n lounges on his bed, he raises an eyebrow and look up from his phone to see his younger brother standing at his doorway. "Bitch, get out of my room." He says, glaring daggers at him.
Katsuki shrugs. "I'm not in your room." He deadpans. This was technically true, since he was still in the hallway. But this annoyed the fuck out of y/n.
"Oh, FUCK you." He groans, rolling his eyes and leaning back on his bed.
Katsuki reaches in, smacks everything off the bookshelf, then runs off.
Y/n growls as he stands up, sprinting after the blonde brat. "I'M GONNA FUCKIN KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE BRAT!" he shouts, running after him.
Mitsuki shouts at both of them from the kitchen, getting annoyed herself. "DON'T YELL IN THE GODDAMN HOUSE!" She shouts, her voice echoing through the halls.
Masaru sits in the living room, reading a book and trying so very hard not to scream. He takes a sip of his tea and mutters to himself. "My ears are bleeding..." He whispers to himself.
LIKE-
Imagine two:
Katsuki was having a good time with his friends. He was walking down the streets of Tokyo with Denki, Eijirou, Shoto and Izuku when he got a text from his brother. He raises an eyebrow and mentally groans, preparing for nonsense.
Just like he predicted, he's met with:
"Katsuki whiers the hammer poster"
Katsuki grumbles, trying to interpret the message. Instead, he say out loud, "What the fuck," he mutters.
Eijirou smiles over at him, tilting his head to the side. "Hey, whats goin on?" He asks, standing closer to him as he leans over to see the screen. "...you guys have a..hammer poster?" He mutters, his expression immediately turning to confusion.
Katsuki groans. "No. This idiot can't type."
As if on cue, Katsuki receives another text.
"Shell maiden"
"Fucj"
"Dab autoscoresct"
Katsuki and Eijirou's jaws go slack, eyes raised. "HUH?!" Eijirou exclaims. "I can't even read that!" He says as Denki walks over to them, wanting to see what was going on. "GOD DAMN." Denki says as he sees the screen.
Katsuki gets another text.
"Endemic exec Brooklyn"
Katsuki blocks his brother.
ANON I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS IF NOT YOU CAN BE HONEST🙏🙏🙏