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demon slayer Oc cause I’m down bad. idk a name 4 them also I don’t wyant art block

Protesters block traffic. An ambulance is unable to get where it needs to be. Someone dies as a result.

Many people say that the protesters should be jailed or even shot.

The logic seems to be "if you cause someone to not get the medical care that they need and they die, you should suffer for it".

But that's exactly what CEOs do when they price gouge or deny claims. So why is the protester considered a criminal who it's justifiable to kill but the CEO isn't?

“Zaun’s Smallest Chef” - Young Claggor & Vander fic

(LOORRDDD THERE ARE NO GOOD PICTURES FOR THIS 🙁)

(In which Vander is attempting to make dinner for the four kids he adopted, and one of them decides to land him a helping hand. Through this father-son cooking session, Vander learns more about the boy he’d started calling his son).

(Takes place like I’d say a few months-ish after the riot. (Vi is 9, Claggor is 8, Mylo is 7, and Powder is 5). ALSO!!!! if any ppl who can cook are reading this please don’t jump me I cannot cook for the life of me so my writing abt cooking is probably just as horrible😔 like I literally have no idea what I’m talking about just pretend it makes sense🙏‼️)

(I will ALWAYS and forever headcanon Claggor is a great cook. But he’s not a great cook in the “5-star restaurant” kind of way, more like the “cozy home-cooked meal” way if that makes any sense. In the MU, whenever they had enough food (which was rarely) Claggor would make something simple but nice for everyone. In the AU though, where living conditions have gotten slightly better, he’s probably able to do this side-hobby of his much more frequently and loves preparing meals for family dinners!)

(I have to admit I’m not 100% sure I nailed claggor’s personality—specifically a younger 8yr old version of Claggor—but I just love this silly guy and NEEDED to do him justice and give him his own fic. I think the one thing I did do right was his stammering. He doesn’t stammer much in the show, but I think as a child he probably would’ve stammered a LOT. I will continue studying his character though for the future).

Vander’s mind was flooded with nothing, yet a million thoughts were simultaneously racing in his head. He looked through the cabinets and gathered anything and everything he could find.

It had been an incredibly busy, tiring day. Even after months, people were still seeking refuge at The Last Drop for injuries and food due to the riot. Some were directly from the riot, others as a result of it. It hadnt been as bad compared to how it had been in the earlier days, but he’d half-expected things to die down by then.

It was like the universe was trying to painfully remind him of what he’d realized the moment he saw those girls at the bridge. Trying to show him what fire he’d unleashed upon the very place he was trying to protect.

He shook the thought off, brushing away the exhaustion from his eyes do attempt to make something for those four to eat.

Vander didn’t want those kids to have a single day without food in their stomachs. Didn’t want them to feel it again now that they had a place to call home. Home was meant to be comforting, not hopeless, and even a day without nutrition could disconnect them from the place he was trying so desperately to get them to stay at.

He hesitantly reached for the knife and cutting board he’d gathered earlier, positioning the carrot beneath the blade and preparing himself mentally.

Yet his mind wouldn’t clear—the knife in his hands didn’t help.

These moments and sounds kept bouncing in his brain, leaving a mess of the events from the previous few months scattered in his mind.

Each thing was vivid, like he were standing the in the same position now as he had then, the same guilt weighing on his heart.

“…Vander?” A small voice from beside him instantly snapped him back to the present. He looked down at the source, only to see a little boy.

Claggor. The least troublesome of the four, the second eldest to Vi, and the one he’d brought in a few days after the riot at the bridge. The quieter and gentler one. Even with scraped and bruised hands, he chose to use them with grace and care.

He was only eight.

“…Hey, kiddo.” Vander looked back down at the carrot beneath him, seeing how he hadn’t made any progress. “Dinner’ll be out in a few minutes, promise.”

“Mhm,” The boy nodded, picking at his nails. He looked at Vander’s hands curiously as the man cut the first slice of carrot. “…You’re uh, holding the knife wrong.”

Vander paused, glancing back down at the boy once more and raising an eyebrow. Claggor took the silence as a sign to continue. “…All your fingers are wrapped around the handle. You’re s’pposed to pinch there—near the handle and the blade, there—with your thumb and this finger, and…and the other fingers wrap around the handle, like this.” Claggor motioned the correct technique with his hand, looking back up at the man.

Vander narrowed his eyes in confusion, looking back down at his own grip for a moment before shaking his head. “…Kid, I’ve held a knife like this my whole life an’ the food’s turned out just fine, alright?”

The brunette blinked a few times, an almost oblivious look in his eyes. He pointed up at Vander, “Well…that’s why you’re a bartender and not a chef.”

He loudly dropped the knife onto the counter and fully turned towards the boy, who instantly took a step back, a regretful expression twisted onto his face. They stared at each other until a nervous smile formed onto the smaller’s face as Vander began to chuckle. “You be careful with that mouth of yours, kiddo.” He reached for the knife, kneeling in front of the boy. “This it?”

Claggor looked at Vander’s hold on the knife for a moment until the tension in his shoulders faded. He reached for the man’s fingers, small hands caring and plump, adjusting it slightly before nodding with a happy grin. Vander returned the smile before standing again. “W-Wait!” Claggor called out, grabbing onto the fabric of the bartender’s coat. “Can…Can I help you? Please?”

“You sure? It’s been a long day. Don’t wanna stick around with your siblings down there?” Vander sighed as the boy eagerly nodded, and he couldn’t help but let a knowing smile built onto his lips. “Hm. Fine. S’posse I could use the help. But, uh…I think you’re gonna need’a reach over the counter first.”

At that, Claggor glanced at the counter, which went up to his chin. He let out a determined hum of agreement before looking around the bar. He clearly wasn’t entirely used to the environment yet, nor did Vander expect him to be. But the discomfort from the earlier days seemed to have eased, now a mere bit of caution remaining.

His bare feet against the wooden floorboards sounded like splats of rain on crooked pavement as he rushed near the entrance to the basement, grabbing an empty box. He grunted from the effort as he brought it into his arms, steps uneven and off-balanced as he brought it back to the counter.

Without another thought, he climbed on top of it, now at a reasonable height. “What’re we making?”

“Carrot soup,” Claggor’s eyes sparkled with fascination at those words.

“Wow,” He was breathless with excitement, smiling to himself. “You’ve run water on them, right?”

“Yup.”

“Have you peeled them yet?”

“Ah.” Vander nodded, ruffling the boy’s hair. He laughed at that, the sound rich with childlike joy and warmth. “Knew I was forgettin’ something. Thanks, kiddo.”

“C-Can I do it?” He took an insistent step forward, “I know, uhm, I know how.”

Vander hesitated, looking down at the knife in his hands. “I dunno, kiddo. I…” He looked down at the boy’s pleading, innocent eyes, letting out a huff of defeat. “…Alright. But you will be careful with it. If you play around with it or even get close to cutting yourself at all—and I mean at all—that’s it. No second chances. Are we clear?”

“Uh-huh. I promise.”

The man carefully put the knife in Claggor’s hand. “I trust you, Claggor.” The boy’s face shifted with determination, nodding and turning his attention to the carrots. Vander turned around for one of the cupboards, listening out for the blade as it peeled the carrot and eventually smoothly sliced through the vegetable.

It only hit him then how quiet his mind had become.

He grabbed a rustic pot from the cupboards and placed it beneath the tap, turning on the faucet and letting water run in. He knew, especially now, that the water wasn’t at a perfect condition. But it had to do.

He wanted to fight for better water. For a better life for the Lanes and for those kids. But he knew what road lay ahead of him, and every look at his wrist was only a painful reminder of it.

Vander turned off the faucet, placing the pot onto the kitchen stove and turning it on. As he watched the surface grow warmer from the coal-driven, flimsy flames, he glanced back at the brunette, fully capturing the boy’s appearance. His neutral, almost oblivious expression and chubby cheeks that had once been covered in bruises and tears. His fluffy brunette hair that had once been coated with the ash that fell from the sky, completely and entirely alone.

Now he was smiling to himself, effortlessly peeling another carrot with the knife. In a way, it felt like the eight year old boy had been brought back to life compared to when he’d first found him.

That made the weight in his heart feel a little more tolerable.

“Wait,” Claggor suddenly stopped, placing the knife down and jumping down the makeshift stool. He rummaged through the cabinets full of drinks and bottles and whatever other foods remained available, every door opening and closing with a loud thud. After a few moments of his determined searching, his face lit up as he reached inside a cabinet, taking out a small container of red lentils.

Vander vaguely remembered buying them, they hadn’t been exactly cheap but were plentiful. They lasted long, were great for people who needed something to eat when there wasn’t much available, and he himself loved them.

“…How’d you know we had those?” Vander asked as Claggor handed him the container.

“I didn’t,” He admitted, shrugging. “But I wanted somethin’ else for the soup, cus I think carrots and onions aren’t enough, and I found those. My mom would always use white beans, b-but she told me lentils work, too—uh, she said…she said that red lentils were good for carrot soup, cus when they cook, when they they cook they go from red to yellow, and that makes the soup look more, more carrot-y.”

Vander looked down at Claggor after his constant stammering. He couldn’t help but see a familiar face in those eyes.

The brunette shifted his weight nervously, looking away from Vander. “Lentil and carrot soup,” He looked up at the man with hope in his eyes as he spoke. “Well, if the chef says so, s’posse it’s gotta be true.”

Claggor beamed a crooked smile, rushing onto the makeshift stool he’d made for himself once more. He reached for the single onion they had. “I think it would be fun to be a chef,” the boy acknowledged as he pried the skin off the vegetable. “I would…I would give people all the food they want, and no one would go hungry again.”

“That’s lovely, kid.” Vander smiled warmly, resting his weight onto the counter.

“I dunno if that’s what I wanna be, though.” Claggor paused mid-cut, enthusiasm slowly fading. “I wouldn’t wanna be a chef without my mom.”

To that, Vander found himself unresponsive for a moment. His smile quickly faded, looking down at his own hands.

He looked at the boy’s glossy eyes, deciphering if it was from the onions or whatever emotions were bottled up in his heart. He scooted closer, softening his expression. “…Was she a chef?”

“No, but she was still good at it.” Claggor replied flatly, eyes growing distant even as his precision on the vegetable remained stable. He refused to meet the man’s eyes. “When she came back from work, she would use whatever she could to make me food, even if she was real tired. And she would always let me help her around, a-and it was really fun. Her food was so tasty, and warm, and…and good.” He laughed sullenly. “…I wish she would’ve tasted it, too. She usually didn’t eat that much though, cus…we didn’t have a lot.”

Vander hummed, nodding and urging the boy to continue. “…We were sorta like a team with cooking.” The brunette explained, sniffling as he cut through the onion once more. “I remember sometimes I’d try and make food for her before she got home, but it would, um, it would end up messy. A-And she’d smile and laugh with me and helped me clean it up, and then she actually made something good.”

“…She sounds like a great woman.” Vander put a hand on the boy’s shoulder, heart aching for him. “A great woman who raised a great kid.”

Claggor looked up at the man again. “…I miss her.” He murmured weakly, hands balling into fists. “You’re not…gonna leave me too, right Vander…?”

His expression drowned with sorrow at the boy’s words. “Kid…”

“A-And Vi…? And Mylo, and Powder…?” His voice was quiet with a hint of exhaustion as he clutched onto the fabric of his shirt, trying to take a deep breath and control the emotions coursing through his veins. “…I just don’t wanna…lose anyone anymore.”

He didn’t know if he could guarantee any safety in a place like the Undercity. All he could do was bring the boy close for a gentle hug, a sense of responsibility making its way into his heart. Yet it hadn’t been like before, nor like how he’d felt with the other people of the Lanes that followed him down the bridge.

This child—these four children—encountered such losses due to his own ambitions. Unknowingly living under the same roof as the one who’d ended the lives of their parents.

So he knew safety was the only way to make it up to them, even if he couldn’t fully promise it. He’d just force himself to fully commit to it.

He couldn’t screw it up again. Couldn’t risk it.

“…You won’t.” He finally responded, running a hand through the brunette’s messy hair. “I promise, nothin’ else is gonna happen to any of us. Cus we’re together in this now. We’re family.”

The boy nodded, sniffling, but not crying. Vander couldn’t feel the stain of tears on his shirt as he had during the early days after the riot. Even in the warmth of his arms, he refused to break. Maybe for his sake, but just as much for the sake of everyone else.

It only hurt more when he looked down and didn’t see Claggor, but only a reflection of himself.

After a few beats, the boy sniffled again before backing away, wiping the little remains of tears from his face. “…Sorry. O-Onions are, are strong.”

Vander’s sorrowful expression cracked a bit of joy at that. “Right,” He looked back at the boiling pot of water. “…Ready to continue, chef?”

The glossiness in his eyes and puffy red cheeks made the admiration in his face even more apparent. He just stared up at the man as if mesmerized, a small smile of comfort and acceptance building onto his face.

Whatever the boy saw in those eyes, Vander knew he wouldn’t ever be able to see himself. Every cracked mirror was just the same blood-covered face with hands soaked from the polluted waters of Zaun.

But no matter what, he had to take responsibility. Had to make it up to the kids.

To his family.

𓍹ׄ⭒ׅ𓍻

“Oh, wow,” Vi spoke with a mouthful, smiling. “This is so good, Vander!”

“Swallow your food first,” He mumbled, watching as the pink haired girl rolled her eyes. He chuckled, wiping away at the wine-infected glass. “An’ I couldn’t have done it without your brother.”

“Clag helped you make this?!” Powder exclaimed, bouncing on the stool with excitement as the brunette poured the orange substance into a small bowl for her. “I wan’ help!”

“More like I helped him. Clag was in control here,” He replied, to which Claggor rolled his eyes dismissively with a smile. “It’s true.” He handed Powder her portion of soup, and the girl visibly beamed as she clumsily picked up a spoonful of the carrot soup.

Her eyes clouded with regret as she dropped her spoon, fanning her own mouth. “Pow, it’s hot. Careful. Blow on it first.” Claggor gently warned, and the blue haired girl hastily nodded while reaching for her juice to drown the heat away.

“Don’t get too excited,” The man warned, pausing for a moment before looking down at the boy beside him. “You know Claggor here knows how to peel and cut vegetables?”

“Maybe you should just let him run the bar.” Vi sneered, and they all laughed.

“Maybe one day—hey!” Vander shot Mylo a look, and the boy quickly put down his bowl that he’d been drinking directly from. “Really, Mylo? Come on, don’t be an animal. You have a spoon for a reason.” The scrawny boy stuck his tongue out, crossing his arms stubbornly.

Claggor snickered at that, looking into the rustic pot as he filled the fourth and final bowl. “…There’s no more.” He acknowledged, looking up at Vander. Without hesitation, he held the bowl out for the man.

“All yours, kiddo.”

The brunette’s smile dropped, brown eyes shining with sympathy. “…But you should have some, too. Aren’t you hungry?”

“I’m fine, I promise.” He ruffled the boy’s hair again, even as the look of uncertainty didn’t leave his face. “Plus, chef’s gotta taste their own food, too. Right?”

“…Mhm.” Claggor winced sullenly. “…But just try a bit? Please?”

Vander chuckled, picking up his own spoon. “Alright,” He shrugged with a knowing smile. “Mylo, let me try some of yours.”

“What-?! No way!” He pulled his bowl closer to himself. “Try from Powder’s! Shes not even eating, she’s just playin’ with her food!”

Vi punched him in the shoulder, and he scowled at her. “Mylo, stop bein’ such a hog!”

“B-But she’s literally barely eating it!”

“Not everyone’s a pig and eats as fast as you do!”

Mylo scoffed, adding a mocking tone to his voice. “At least I don’t look like one.”

Vi glared at him, and his posture changed with alarm. “You-! You’re dead!”

Claggor and Vander watched calmly as the two argued, a similar expression on both their faces. They both glanced at Powder, who seemed blissfully unaware—or perhaps ignorant—of the conflict beside her, making small whirlpools and waterfalls with her soup. Then they both looked at each other, a smile cracking onto their faces.

The brunette offered Vander his soup, to which he took a small spoonful of. The taste was rich and warm, each flavor from the carrots and onions and lentils seemingly vivid but mixed perfectly. “Ah,” the man swallowed. “Lentils really were the right call.”

Claggor beamed, constant whispers of “yes” escaping his mouth as he punched the air from the success. Vander couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling his mind at ease for once.

“Good work today, chef.” He said to the boy, watching the sparkles form in his youthful eyes. “I’d say this one was a success.”

“C-Can I help again?” He pleaded, taking a hopeful step forward.

“Course, kiddo. Always.” He paused. “But you’re only handling the stove alone once you’re thirteen.”

Claggor’s expression shifted with defeat, but he didn’t protest. He leaned against Vander, and the man gave him a comforting side-hug. “…Thanks for everything, Vander.” He murmured.

The man found himself unable to reply at first.

Thanks for everything.

A part of him wasn’t sure he was worth thanking.

“Always there for you, Clag.” He replied softly. “You’re a good kid.”

Yet Claggor seemed to answer his doubt. “…You’re a good dad.” And it was enough to lighten all the chains wrapped tightly around his heart.

(Admittedly I think this might be a tad bit ooc and maybe not entirely accurate/realistic buuut it’s just a bunch of silly family whimsy and cooking bc these characters deserve a day of happiness in their lives.)

(I love Vander and Claggor’s father-son relationship. You can argue that Vander respects Vi the most, but I think it’s objectively true he TRUSTS Claggor the most, which is why when the explosion happened in ep1, he was the first one who he asked abt what actually happened in detail, bc Claggor hates keeping secrets from his dad).

(Also as for the other siblings: Powder loves doing anything with her older brother so she’s the second best out of all of them at cooking. She can make a lot of the things Claggor can, but I think in terms of taste and quality Clag’s is better…also cus Powder can be a bit clumsy while cooking and drop stuff. As for Vi, she’s third best. She can make basic stuff like a sandwich, but as for cooking, she doesn’t rlly have an interest in learning. And Mylo’s the worst, cus he’s impatient abt it and would burn the food lmao).

(also yes I followed an online recipe (doesn’t mean I followed it well) but I did lmao)

yall aways on about draco but neville is right there......

Nightmares….

this is the comic I’ve been telling you guys, and I’ ve working on it for a longggggggg time, so reblogs and feedbacks are really appreciated!

and, talk to me and tell me what did you think of it?!

please, do not repost.

Zaun Days - Sex Ed

There will be a very uncomfortable talk with Vander later on. For all involved.

Me when I think of Vander and Vi and Mylo and Claggor and Powder and how they were all a family, and how they loved each other and lost each other, and how the ones who survived each individually got twisted into things that were barely recognizable, and how—

Character groom by Thi Anna Nguyen

family 💤

It's such a small detail but I think it's so important for Mylo’s growth that he so freely lets people touch him when he's older. It was only once that he shrugged off affection from Claggor because he was having a bad day, but I've always seen him as being choosey with physical touch - he prefers to be the one to initiate. It's also entirely possible he didn't feel like he could show that sort of affection when he was younger. Mylo may have felt it was a sign of weakness, something he couldn't afford to be. He always held the facade of confidence, projecting strength was a necessity to survive.

But in the AU, Powder and Claggor both are handsy with him when interacting and he's perfectly at ease. He's comfortable and feels safe, largely in part of Zaun's marked improvement. He's still a bundle of nerves but he isn't remotely as jumpy as he used to be. I want to believe that would carry over to any potential romantic partner too: he'd be very openly affectionate and loving. Mylo would embrace little things he couldn't afford when he was younger. He's a romantic at heart, I'm sure of it.