#/ meanwhile the rest are just: is he okay????

[arc-misadventures]

Morning. For the Friends Au it appears that Winter is trying to reach out to Jaune... and maybe he sees it and it's confusing him as to why.

Does her each out to Saphron and Terra, and seek their advice?

On a side note, great series. Looking to further posts as you have time.

Specialist J.A.

Winter: Specialist Jaune Arc. It has a nice ring to it. Don't you agree?

Jaune: It has a bit of ring to it... But, it's not as special as you're making it sound.

Winter: You should be proud, Jaune: You're the youngest person to ever be accepted as a, Specialist, and the first person of none, Atlasian descent to become one. So, take pride in your accomplishments, Jaune.

Jaune: Okay, being the first none, Atlasian to join the, Specialist doesn't sound like that much of an achievement. But, am I really the youngest member?

Winter: Oh yes, I was twenty when I joined, most others, Specialist were around twenty one as well when they joined. You are nineteen years old; You are the youngest member to ever join the, Specialist!

Jaune: Wait really...? Wait, twenty? Does that mean you're around twenty three then?

Winter: Careful, Arc... You should know better than to ask a lady her age...

Jaune: I-I-I'm sorry! I've just been curious how old are!

Winter: And, why do wish to know that?

Jaune: I was just curious!

Winter: Curious...?

Jaune: Yeah. You have this ageless beauty about you, Winter. So, I've always been curious.

Winter: Ageless beauty...?

Winter: Ahem! So... So what do you think of your new uniform?

Winter changed the topic as she looked away from, Jaune hiding a faint blush threatening to spread across her face. Meanwhile, Jaune looked at his reflection taking in his new, Specialist uniform.

It wasn't what, Jaune had expected, but he loved it nonetheless. It was similar to the uniforms to the rest of the, Specialist work as in style.

Jaune's uniform was more of a long sleeve sweater than a dress shirt. A zipper ran up the middle of it to the high collar. A sleave that ran over zipper to connect to a series of buckle buttons on the side. The front was a vibrant white with red stripes running along the side. The rest was the vibrant deep blue that was commonly found on, Atlasian uniforms.

His blue denim jeans had been replace with black combat cargo pants, giving him extra pockets to store necessary supplies. His boots had also been chaged for more modern combat boots, rather than the surplus boots, Ruby tends to wear. He found the boots quite nice, there was space in the boots he could fit something like a knife in it, perhaps her should do something like that.

Jaune: I didn't expect the blue would fit me so well. I know the red, and white suit me. But, I was never sure of the blue.

Winter: The blue is quite fetching on you; it matches your eyes quite well.

Jaune: Really? T-Thanks...

Winter: Your welcome. So, how does your armour feel?

Jaune: Mmmm... It feels a little tight; I think I need to ask one of the armourers to readjust it for me.

Winter: I see... Well, you can ask the armourers to resize it for you, that shouldn't be a problem for them. In fact, they could forge you new armour if you want.

Jaune: New armour? I know my armour is pretty good as it is, but would I be able to get some of that, Paladin Armour plating if I asked?

Winter: Hmmm...?

Winter: That’s a possibility… You'll have to ask about it.

Jaune: Okay, I'll ask them to remake, Crocea Mors then... It's probably best if I ask for, General Ironwood’s permission first. I suspected considering the metal this is used for your, Paladins its restricted from personal use.

Winter: While I'm not sure about that myself. But, I'm sure he'll agree to it, at least he may eventually let you do that. Once you prove your worth to, Atlas.

Jaune: That's fair. He's already upgraded my gear as is. It feels a little greedy of me to ask for another upgrade.

Winter: So, everything alright with your new uniform, Jaune?

Jaune: My armour is a little snug, but everything else is just fine. But, what's with this sash?

Jaune pulled out a deep rich crimson sash with a white snowflake pattern on the edge of it. Jaune looked at the beautiful needle work before staring at, Winter. She looked away as a small blush crossed her face.

Jaune: Winter?

Winter: I uhh... I got you a gift...

Jaune: A gift?

Winter: Yes, a gift to celebrate you're joining the, Specialist core. I would have gotten you something else, but I wasn't sure what... what you would like...

Jaune ran his thumb across the sash marveling on the smooth fabric, and the intricate detail woven into the snowflake.

His mind wondered at the red sash, he wore, Pyrrha's stash as a memento of her, the gold of his armour was also from her. He worse it keep her close to him. But, maybe...?

Winter: Do you... Do you like it, Jaune?

Jaune's mind was running until he saw a flash of red, and gold in his eyes, his eyes moved up to see the ghost of, Pyrrha looking at him. A smile spread across her face as she nodded her head, and gestured to the sash. Jaune's eyes darted to the crimson sash in his hands before looking back at, Pyrrha, and realizing she was gone.

Jaune smiled as his hands reached down, and grab the sash before wrapping it around his waist. Jaune looked down at the sash, then at it in his reflection. He nodded his head before turning to look at, Winter with a smile on his face.

Jaune: Thank you, Winter, it's beautiful.

Jaune hand pulled on the sash to move it so it ran parrel with his hip, while he was fiddling with it, Winter stepped forward, and readjusted it so it would look better.

Winter: Oh thank goodness... I was worried you wouldn't like it. I rarely get presents for my siblings, I've never gotten one for someone else so I was really... worried...

Winter's rambling was cut short as she finished adjusting, Jaune's sash before standing back up staring directly into, Jaune's cerulean blue eyes, their faces mere centimeters apart.

Jaune: I uhhh...

Winter: Y-Yes...?

Red slowly creeped across their faces before the game of chicken was called to the end as the both turned away,. Brushing away their blushes in the process.

Winter: S-So... did... Did you tell your teammates about you're appointment to the, Specialist's?

Jaune: Uhh... no.

Winter: Do you plan to?

Jaune: They'll find out eventually. Just like when I learned that they forgot to invite me to, Ruby's birthday party the other day.

Winter: What? They did, when?

Jaune: They texted me my invitation when I was about to talk to, General Ironwood about me becoming a, Specialist.

Winter: The message you said was from, 'no one important.'

Jaune: Yep, that one.

Winter: You don't see them as anyone important in your lives now do you?

Jaune: Just returning the favour...

Winter: I see. Well then... Specialist Arc!

Jaune: Sir!

Winter: Are you ready for your first mission as a, Specailst?

Jaune: Yes, Sir!

Winter: Good! You will follow me to the cafeteria where we, Specialist will be holding your initiation!

Jaune: Yes, Sir. May I ask what this incitation process will be, Sir?

Winter: Yes, to survive, Marrows cooking!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Eh?

Winter: The incitation is just a simple welcome party with food, drink, and cake that we, Specialist have. We're expected to each bring in our own food, hand crafted, or store bought. Marrow insists on bringing his family's chili recipe.

Winter: It taste terrible...

Jaune: Chili? Well... now I'm worried about the surviving bit... Should I bring something?

Winter: If you want to, but you're the guest of honour you don't have to.

Jaune: Why don't I cook something edible then. Something we can all enjoy.

Winter: You can cook?

Jaune: Seven sisters, and not a chef among the lot of them.

Winter: Well then, I'm looking forward to whatever it is you plan to make.

Jaune: When is the party?

Winter: This evening around six.

Jaune: That give me... five hours. I can whip up something nice by then. I best get to it. But, I'm going to change first. Don't want flour on my new uniform now.

Winter: I'll see you later then.

Jaune: till later then.

Winter soon made her way to the exit as, Jaune started unbuckling his armour. As the door opened, Winter stopped to say one last thing to, Jaune.

Winter: Oh, and Jaune...?

Jaune: Yes?

Winter: You... You don't need to call me, Sir, or Specialist Schnee... Just call me, Winter, okay?

Jaune: Okay... Winter...

Winter: Thank you~!

Winter smiled a sweet smile as she left, leaving, Jaune behind dumbfounded as he nervously swallowed.

Jaune: Shit...

Jaune: She does like me...

[msriri030]

Dragon! Kiribaku x dragon! you

From the cabin’s window, you nervously watched your young flightling, Daichi, sparring in the sky with Kirishima. The two moved fluidly, trading blows and practicing close combat for tomorrow’s Companion trial. Your grip tightened slightly on your sleeping three-year-old, who napped peacefully in your arms, blissfully unaware of your growing anxiety. A soft whimper escaped your lips, catching Bakugou’s attention as he stirred the stew simmering over the fire. His pointed ears twitched, and he glanced over at you.

His sharp gaze softened as he took in the sight of you—your tail swaying anxiously, your ears drooping slightly, betraying your worry.

“He’ll be okay, Treasure,” Bakugou said, his voice low and steady, meant to soothe. “Red knows how to hold back. He wouldn’t hurt him.”

You sighed, your ears flattening. “I know... it’s just—he’s still my baby. I can’t help it.”

Bakugou let out a quiet sigh of his own. Turning down the flame under the stew, he walked over to you. His warm hands encircled you as he pulled you into a firm yet gentle embrace. He kissed you tenderly, his lips lingering against yours in silent comfort. When you pulled apart, his tails instinctively wrapped around yours, the familiar gesture easing your nerves. Resting his forehead against yours, he murmured,

“Tomorrow will be his first time fighting to prove he’s a young flightling. I get it—it’s hard. I want to protect him, too. But he’s growing, and there’s nothing we can do to stop that. All we can do is support him, Treasure. As much as we can.”

You nodded, his words sinking into your heart. A small smile crept onto your lips, only for your hatchling to stir between you, squirming slightly as if objecting to being sandwiched between her parents. You giggled softly, carefully adjusting her in your arms just as the door creaked open.

Daichi and Kirishima stepped inside, both covered in dirt and sweat from their training session. Kirishima’s crimson eyes sparkled as he caught sight of you and Bakugou in each other’s arms. His wide grin and soft purring filled the room.

“Well, well,” Kirishima teased, “isn’t this a lovely sight? Should I join the cuddle party?”

Daichi groaned, rolling his eyes in exaggerated annoyance. But before Kirishima could step any closer, your sleepy hatchling stirred, wrinkling her nose and mumbling in a groggy voice, “Stinky...”

Bakugou burst out laughing, his deep, rich chuckles filling the cabin as Kirishima froze, a look of mock devastation crossing his face. Your hatchling, still half-asleep, buried her face into your chest as if to block out Kirishima entirely.

“Oh, you heard her, Red,” Bakugou said, still laughing as he released you and pointed toward the other man. “Princess says you stink. Go take a bath, Stinky Hair.”

Kirishima, recovering quickly, grinned mischievously and stepped closer, wrapping his strong arms around you. He nuzzled into your neck, his purring intensifying. “Only if Treasure joins me,” he said cheekily, his breath warm against your skin.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Not a chance,” you replied, carefully balancing your hatchling as Kirishima clung to you.

Daichi, meanwhile, wrinkled his nose in exaggerated disgust, waving a hand at the two of you. “Then I’ll just take my bath separately, thanks.” He edged closer to the pot of stew, licking his lips as the rich aroma filled the room.

“Oi! Get away from the food, brat!” Bakugou barked, instantly stepping between Daichi and the pot. “You’ll eat when it’s ready, not a second before!”

Daichi pouted, his wings drooping slightly. “But I’m starving!”

“Stop acting like a hatchling,” Bakugou growled, though a smirk tugged at his lips.

Kirishima chuckled, pulling away from you just enough to ruffle Daichi’s hair. “Better listen to him, kid. Or you might not get any at all.”

As the cabin filled with laughter, the earlier tension melted away. Moments like these—surrounded by warmth and family—reminded you how lucky you were to have them all, stinky or not.

---

When morning arrived, Bakugou and Daichi were up early, preparing to head to the tournament.

“We’re off to the arena—don’t want to be late because of this old man,” Daichi teased with a playful smirk. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Himari’s forehead before pulling you and Kirishima into a quick hug. Then, with a wave, he headed out.

“OI—” Bakugou started to snap but stopped himself, exhaling sharply to calm down. Instead, he turned to you, his expression softening. He kissed you, then Kirishima, his voice firm yet warm. “I’ll keep an eye on him. You two just get there a few minutes before it starts, okay?”

Finally, his gaze shifted to his hatchling. He cradled her gently, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheeks. “Take care of them, baby girl,” he murmured with a small smile.

With that, Bakugou took off, wings spreading wide as he soared into the sky to catch up with Daichi.

Kirishima chuckled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Guess we should get ready, huh?”

You nodded with a soft smile, your heart full.

After a few hours, the arena buzzed with energy, the excitement of the upcoming tournament palpable in the air. The stands were packed with spectators, all eager to see the flightlings compete in their trials to prove themselves.

You arrived with Kirishima, Himari bundled securely in your arms, her bright eyes wide as she took in the bustling scene. Kirishima’s hand rested gently on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd toward your reserved seats.

“Looks like we got here just in time,” he said with a grin, his sharp teeth glinting as he glanced at the arena. His tail swayed with anticipation, matching the nervous excitement you felt bubbling in your chest.

As you settled into your seats, your eyes scanned the arena, searching for Bakugou and Daichi. You spotted them on the far side of the field. Bakugou stood tall, his commanding presence impossible to miss even in the crowded space. Daichi stood beside him, his posture confident but with a hint of tension in his wings as they flexed and shifted nervously.

“There they are,” you murmured, pointing them out to Kirishima, who leaned in to get a better look.

“They’ve got this,” Kirishima said reassuringly, squeezing your shoulder. “Daichi’s been training hard, and with Bakugou watching his back, nothing’s gonna go wrong.”

You nodded, trying to hold onto his confidence. Still, your heart clenched as you watched your son step forward, his name being announced over the roaring crowd. Himari clapped her little hands excitedly, oblivious to the tension in the air.

Daichi turned to look at the stands, his eyes finding you and Kirishima. He gave a small wave, his lips twitching into a faint smile as if to reassure you. You waved back, smiling despite the tightness in your chest.

Beside you, Kirishima nudged your side. “See? He’s got this, Treasure. Let’s just cheer him on and watch him shine.”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. “You’re right. He’ll be amazing.”

The first round began, and you watched intently as Daichi took to the sky, his movements sharp and precise. Each strike, dodge, and counter he executed reflected the countless hours of training he had endured. Bakugou, stationed nearby, shouted commands and encouragement, his voice cutting through the crowd's cheers.

“He’s doing great,” Kirishima said, his tone brimming with pride.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your son, a mixture of pride and worry swirling within you. This was his moment—a chance to prove himself. And as the round progressed, you saw it clearly: Daichi wasn’t just holding his own. He was thriving.

“Go, Daichi!” you called out, your voice joining the cheers echoing through the arena.

Himari squealed happily, clapping her hands. “Daichi win!” she cheered, her tiny voice making both you and Kirishima laugh.

Kirishima leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against your ear. “Told you he’d make you proud.”

And as you watched Daichi deliver a decisive blow to his opponent, earning a roar of approval from the crowd, you knew Kirishima was right. This was only the beginning of your son’s journey, but at this moment, he was already soaring.

[fireboltposts]

Stray Kids' reaction to you texting them "Merry Christmas ya filthy animal" on Christmas day referencing the movie Home Alone 2 : Lost In New York

A/N : Since Advent is round the corner here's a silly Christmas scenario. Picture credit goes to the owner.

Chris

• He'd definitely laugh at your playful message and the Home Alone reference would definitely click with them.

• "Merry Christmas you cheeky little troublemaker 🐺🎄", he texts back.

• He'd call you right after just to hear your voice "so you're quoting movies at me now Y/N ie ? Am I Kevin or am I one of the burglars ?"

• He'd tease you relentlessly but would definitely appreciate you wishing him at midnight.

Minho

• Minho would raise an eyebrow at your cheeky message highly amused by the sheer audacity to text him that.

• "Merry Christmas you brat 🙄. You know what happens to 'filthy animals' right ? Better be careful 😏".

• You'd blush profusely at his reply meanwhile he double texts you a picture of his three precious cats lounging next to the dorm Christmas tree with something like "they're watching you".

Changbin

• He would probably be producing a track late at night while you text him that sharp at midnight.

• He would laugh at your text, clearly amused. "Merry Christmas bunny 💕. But hey we all know who the real 'filthy animal' is over here 😏".

• He'd probably video call you soon after asking you what you got him for Christmas and would make plans for the day wanting to spend it with you.

Hyunjin

• Hyunjin would be startled at first, staring at the message like "Is she calling me filthy ?!" But then he’d remember the movie reference and start giggling.

• "Excuse me ? I'm practically an angel and not a filthy animal 😤 . And Merry Christmas to you too you absolute menace ❣️".

• Hed probably just send you a selfie later, pouting and asking you "so do I look like a filthy animal to you now ?"

Jisung

• Boy would probably be munching on some late night Christmas snack and would almost spit out the food at your message, putting down the phone to laugh at it.

• "HOW DARE YOU !! I'm the cleanest animal here, thank you very much. But Merry Christmas to you too, you little gremlin 😆🎄".

• By evening, he’d text you "Okay fine, I admit that was the best Christmas message I’ve ever gotten. Don’t tell anyone".

Felix

• Felix would be confused for a split second but would quickly catch on to the reference. He’d chuckle softly, finding your humor absolutely endearing.

• "Merry Christmas, darling. 💕 But… are you calling me filthy ? 😭 I thought I was your angel 😔".

• He'd send you a voice note in that deep voice of his wishing you all the love and happiness Christmas. He’d then gush to the members about how adorable you were.

Seungmin

• Seungmin would squint at his phone, trying to decide whether to laugh or pretend to be offended.

• "Merry Christmas, clown. 🎅 You’re lucky it’s the holidays otherwise, I’d roast you for that message".

• He’d subtly bring up your message during the day, saying things like, "So, how many other people did you call 'filthy animals' or am I just special?" He’d tease you relentlessly but would secretly love your sense of humor.

Jeongin

• Jeongin would blink at the message, trying to make sense of it for a second. If he got the reference, he’d laugh and shake his head at how bold you were.

• "Merry Christmas, you weird human. 🎁 But don’t forget that I’m the baby of the group. Filthy animal ? Really ?"

• By evening, he’d probably text you something like "Yours was the funniest Christmas message I received today. But next year, I’m coming up with something better, so you'd better watch out".

A/N : Hope you liked it. Do like, comment, reblog and follow if you did. You can find the rest of my masterlist here.

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Lee is having quite the time of it. A seagull flew all the way inland to leave him a calling card, but he also has the whim to become disliked by Forest. They do say to start with one small, achievable goal…

In a belated fit of teenaged rebellion, Giovanna has decided that not only will she repair just the one sink - but she’s not even going to clean up after herself! What you gonna do about it, huh?

Eventually out of everyone, it’s Lee who takes care of the task. In perhaps a fit of ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend,’ he’s been buddying up with an earlier victim of Forest’s meanness, Sage, and is even attempting to educate himself on her unlife state.

(Although now that I take a closer look at his face, he may actually be scheming up... something. So far everything he may or may not be plotting has failed out of sheer incompetence, so if I were Sage, I wouldn't be too worried.)

Forest has made a frien - sorry, minion - Baarry White.

LMAO he really said “fan service? Well, here you go!”

After his no good, very bad day, Lee heads upstairs for a nice relaxing bubble bath - only to end up on the verge of hysteria and have the Watcher force him to talk himself down in front of the mirror, lest he join Sage in an unalive state.

Sorry, Sage, you're still on cooking. What's on the menu? Well...

And as the rest of the team gathers around and waits for a totally normal, not suspicious at all dinner, someone’s luck has officially run out.

Not quite sure why you’re laughing, Forest - you didn’t get away with shit, and now your friendship level has made like Ronaldo and taken a dive. Lee meanwhile looks... kind of surprised that someone actually stepped up for him 😥

In spite of Forest being thwarted, there’s an ominous feeling in the air. Lilac’s not quite sure when, nor how, but she has a sense that something is about to go badly wrong - and soon.

Sure enough, Sage lets me know just what she thinks about her chore assignment of the day right there. 

At this point I’m thinking that she’d happily let herself burn if it meant that she was off dinner for the rest of the night. Fortunately Tiago and Mister are on the case, and receive both a confident moodlet and their charisma cheated up one level accordingly.

Okay Lilac, once more you’re taking over. Aaaand her fear of fire has returned. Stellar work, Sage 👍

Outside Lee (who was practicing yoga and managed to avoid the fire) is surprisingly supportive of Sage and Giovanna - or at least acting as much - but it’s Mister who receives a hug of gratitude.

Those may look like normal eggs, but as you may have guessed, they’re not.

Why so dubious, Giovanna? This is going to be great.

Negl, I feel kind of bad for Sage here. She is really having a Day. Almost considered cancelling her queue to eat the eggs - almost.

Dig in everyone - the fun is just beginning!

@riverofjazzsims @ravingsockmonkey @fl0pera

@igglemouse @panicsimss @simsfvr

(smol part iii coming soon, fml lol)

[gothamite-rambler]

Graham Cracker Moment

A cute little moment when Jason at 12 and Bruce having a snack together after a mission well done.

Jason (12 yo): Hm, you’re back feeling better?

Bruce rested his head on the countertop, maintaining composure even with the shooting pain in his back. He sat up straight, grunting slightly as he did.

Bruce: A little. Enough that I'm ready for this snack combination you keep raving about.

Jason nodded and slid a second plate with a graham cracker in front of Bruce. In the center of the table was a jar of peanut butter accompanied by two butter knives. Two glasses of milk sat beside them, one beside Bruce's plate and the other next to Jason.

Jason (breaking the cracker in half): You break the cracker in half to start, then spread the peanut butter on both halves.

He grabbed one of the butter knives and smeared peanut butter onto one of the pieces, demonstrating for Bruce, who watched closely to ensure he got it right.

Bruce (following the step): All right, got it.

Jason placed the two graham cracker pieces together.

Jason: Okay, now you stick the two pieces together, peanut butter side down. Like a sandwich.

Bruce (jokingly as he placed the crackers together): This is intense—more than a hostage situation. What’s next?

Jason: Eat it!

Jason took a bite, savoring the graham cracker sandwich with a smile. Bruce reluctantly took a bite himself. Although he wasn't a big fan of graham crackers, he found he actually enjoyed the mashup.

Bruce: I don’t... hate this.

Jason: It’s got a good crunch, right? Much better than bread and peanut butter.

Bruce shrugged, a half-smile forming on his face. He wasn’t in love with the concoction, but seeing Jason happy made it worthwhile, even with his sore back.

Bruce: I’m not asking this to offend you, but why exactly do you eat this?

Jason (gentle): I was raised in a pretty rough household. This was the closest thing I had to a snack. My parents tried, but food stamps would get canceled a lot.

Bruce: Oh... What are food stamps?

Jason giggled, covering his mouth while chewing on another bite of his graham cracker sandwich.

Jason (lighthearted): You really are rich. It's money the government gives families to buy food, but my parents didn’t like using it for what I really needed. I got used to it.

He shrugged, a faint smile lingering as if the memory were bittersweet. He looked at Bruce earnestly, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Bruce (thoughtful): Hm… I can only hope to provide you with whatever snacks you want. We could even come up with some more creative ideas together. I like this one!

Jason (hiding his excitement): Aww, thanks! You ready for the milk part?

Bruce: Yep. Let me guess: we dip the graham cracker sandwich in the milk?

Jason (nodding): Exactly! But remember—dip, don’t drop it in like with Oreos.

Jason chuckled as he dipped his sandwich in the milk. Bruce smiled, chuckling softly as he followed suit.

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Bruce (finishing the story): And that was a good night with Jason... I always liked his food combos.

He mixed his cranberry sauce and pie together, mirroring Jason's earlier creation.

Jason (smiling): Wait... you liked my combo that night? I thought you were just humoring me. Thanks, Bruce.

Jason chuckled, his head lowered in modesty as he took another bite.

Dick (covering his smile): Oh my god... that was adorable.

Stephanie (perplexed, but finding the story wholesome): Strange food combos do lead to sweet bonding moments. Also, I need to see Jason giggling at least once.

Jason: You won’t ever see that, but I did enjoy that night too. I’m thankful for that—and only that.

Bruce nodded as he sipped his wine, sharing a wholesome moment with Talia. Meanwhile, Ra's al Ghul nearly spat out his wine in disgust.

Ra's: I am eating. No time for mushy drivel like this.

Bruce: You can leave, you know.

Ra's: Nah, I refuse. Not because I like this food, mind you.

Bruce (raising an eyebrow): Really? You'd stick around just for the chance to criticize us?

Ra's: Exactly. You are all insufferable, but sometimes, insufferable makes for interesting entertainment.

The group shared an amused glance, the tension lightening as they returned to their plates.

Dick (grinning): Well, you know what they say, misery loves company.

Dick (grinning): Well, you know what they say—misery loves company.

Ra's: I don’t want company with you weak people. Talia dragged me here and—Talia, stop babying the young man!

Talia ignored her father’s protests as she tried to feed Damian butternut squash casserole like he was a toddler.

Damian (weaving left to right): Mother, stop it! I’m not a baby!

Talia: I’m just doing my motherly duty! If your father can enjoy a snack with Jason, then I deserve my moment too. Here comes the airplane!

Damian (whining and flailing his arms): Father, help!

Bruce: That’s the nicest she’s been—let her have this.

Damian: She never did this when I was a baby—

Talia swiftly shoved the spoon into his mouth, patting him on the head as he shook with indignation. Damian’s gaze shifted to a snickering Jason, who was thoroughly enjoying the embarrassing scene.

Damian (pulling the spoon out of his mouth): Utter a word, and I’ll scoop your eye out with this spoon.

Ra's: This is exactly what I mean—she’s undoing all the training and upbringing I provided for him, and then she drags me here when I had… important things to do.

Talia (speaking up as shoved a spoonful of green beans in her son's mouth): Honestly, he was just lonely and wanted to be around someone who didn’t completely hate him. Whoops, that was my father slipping out.

Talia smirked as her father shot her a glare, clearly annoyed by the comment. With a huff, Ra's stood up, taking his plate and walking outside to eat alone. Talia, unfazed, remained at the table, content to savor the meal and enjoy the thanksgiving meal with her son.

[sugarushwriting]

ot7 vampire — human blood bank

s2, part 6

master list here

accepting requests and ideas

adult content featured, read at your own discretion

it was past 2 am. silence all throughout the neighborhood. all throughout the house. you slept soundly next to sunghoon, you occasionally twitching in your sleep.

“come to me.”

your eyebrows knitted confusingly in your sleep. behind your eyelids, you saw a dark shadow loom over you. it’s like seeing yourself in third person—an out of body experience.

watching yourself sleep next to sunghoon while this unknown figured stood over you quietly. just observing. just staring.

you couldn’t speak or make any movement.

but the figure’s outline was similar to ni-ki’s build. you gasped. it was ni-ki!

except when he turned around from your sleeping figure, he was ni-ki but he didn’t look like ni-ki.

blood covered his mouth, dripping down his chin. shirt covered in blood. fangs extended, pointy and ready to pounce on his next meal.

irises red and dark as the blood worn on his clothes. hair a mess, as if someone had been tugging at it. like pushing him away. his smile, eerie, unsettling, and nightmarish.

it gave you chills.

before you could react, ni-ki had you pinned against the wall, you unable to move. you couldn’t scream. you couldn’t move your limbs. you were helpless.

ni-ki’s nose ran against the length of your neck, teasing his fangs against your skin. ni-ki smiled against your skin, his teeth poking through your flesh.

you awoke with a scream, so blood curdling, you sure it woke up any sleeping animals nearby.

sunghoon sat up quickly, ready to fight and protect.

your hand rested on your chest, sobs breaking out of you, your chest heavy, you hyperventilating.

“calm down, baby, it’s okay, i’m here!” sunghoon tried to soothe you, but you fought him. he tried to hold and comfort you, but you pushed him away, thrashing at the covers, still fighting the demon you saw in your nightmare.

it didn’t take long before the 5 boys came running to sunghoon’s room—jay, heeseung, jake, jungwon, and sunoo.

all with confused, frightened, and terror written all over their faces.

you knew it was them, but all you could see was ni-ki’s frightening smile.

you started pulling at the shirt you was wearing, suddenly feeling claustrophobic as if you were being choked.

“love!” jay’s voice was deafening. his tone deeper, more authoritative to get you to snap out of this state of pain from your nightmare.

soon you stopped any screaming, yelping, crying, or any other noises. your face hid behind your hands as you sobbed quietly.

the boys were at a lost of words and what to do. how to comfort you. they didn’t want to startle you.

jay turned to some of the guys, “heeseung and jungwon, come with me. we’ll look over the premises to see if anything got too close to comfort on our property that shouldn’t have.”

jay was now worried. worried that something had also gotten to you. because sakura had reached out again, worried out of her wits.

jungwon and heeseung went with the older, as sunoo and jake stayed behind to keep you company with sunghoon.

“i’ll go get her some water and wet rags.” jake offered and walked out the room. you were a sweating mess.

sunoo observed you carefully, his sensitivity meter going way off. he felt so many emotions from you.

fear. anxiety. sadness. despair. confusion.

sunoo went to whisper your name as gentle as possible but you flinched.

flinched at sweet, innocent, caring sunoo.

sunghoon and sunoo exchanged a glance of puzzlement.

what or who got you so worked up?

outside the home, the three others found nothing. no footprints, no smells that didn’t belong, nothing.

“there’s nothing out here, jay!” jungwon called out.

jay nodded in agreement and the three went back in the house to check on you.

meanwhile ni-ki hid in the shadows, his powers masking his scent from anyone he was trying to hide from.

he didn’t mean to scare you. he promise he didn’t. you were just so alluring.

meanwhile behind ni-ki stood sunwoo. sunwoo with a sinful smile.

soon, you would belong to sunwoo and his kind.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

you awoke with a pounding headache the next morning. you were alone in sunghoon’s bedroom. for no reason at all, your heart started to race.

fear.

“sunghoon!” you yelled scared.

in no time, sunghoon had his door open, running to your side asking you what was wrong.

“i—i don’t know why im so fearful all of a sudden. im sorry!” you sobbed out an apology.

“no need to be sorry, babydoll. you’ve had a terrible night.” sunghoon comforted you and was happy that you finally let one of them do so.

you sobbed in his shoulder, gripping onto his body tight, afraid he might leave you to become a victim of something.

“babydoll, jay is going to want to know what happened.” sunghoon said patting your head. he used a thumb to wipe away a tear of yours.

you nodded in understanding. “i know, but how do i even explain something that i don’t even understand myself?”

sunghoon looked at you lovingly with worry. “what do you remember?” he whispered.

“i just remember being scared and fearful for my life. uncomfortable, like i was being watched from every angle.” you tried to explain.

sunghoon listened carefully, but it didn’t help that you didn’t even know what you saw.

“where is jay?” you asked.

“he went to talk with sakura and the other girls. something happened last night.” sunghoon explained.

you gasped. “what?”

sunghoon sighed. “garam, one of the girls claims she woke up in the middle of the night and found some guy standing at the edge of eunchae’s bed staring at her.”

“oh my!” you got goosebumps all over your body. “does she know who it was?”

sunghoon shook his head. “no, but sakura is worried it might’ve been ni-ki, although she can’t be sure.”

“why would she think that?”

sunghoon shrugged. “she just said that garam felt vampire vibes and the dude had dark hair but that was it. jay went to see if he could feel a linger of ni-ki in their house.”

“jay has to believe something if he even went to their house.”

“you’re right. jay does believe something is going on. he said the other day, he just unconsciously tried to read sakura’s thoughts and he could. that could only mean the tea they’re drinking isn’t working anymore.”

sunghoon explained more how the girls started to have personal items go missing and feeling sick more often. mainly eunchae. eunchae has became sickly the past week, paler each day, losing energy and being less like her self.

“what is jay going to do?”

“we have a guesthouse in the back. it’s still within our boundaries we’d be able to feel anything out of the ordinary. he’s gonna have them stay there.”

you nodded. this should be fun.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

later that day, you peeped from the back window of the library, watching jay, heeseung, jake, jungwon, and sunghoon move in the seraphim girls.

jay laughed at what sakura was saying. sunghoon making intense eye contact with zuha with a smile.

you swallowed a lump in your throat, suddenly feeling many emotions at once.

mainly jealousy.

but why? could it be because of jay and sunghoon’s past with sakura and kazhua?

but you knew those girls were no longer interested in those boys, at all. however, you couldn’t say the same about the boys.

“watcha looking at sweetheart?” ni-ki’s deep voice sounded from behind you.

you ignored him, continuing to stare out the window. jay could feel something, and when he looked up, he saw you staring back at him.

but what he saw behind you nearly terrified him. a dark shadow figure with red eyes, but then, it turned into ni-ki.

now he was seeing things. jay waved up at you, but you didn’t wave back. ni-ki did, with a smirk.

“worried your boy toys will find new play things?” ni-ki teased, “mhm, maybe now you can leave and get out of this arrangement like you wanted years ago”

you turned around, rolled your eyes at ni-ki, and pushed past him, out the library. sunoo was leaning against the wall, opposite of the library door way.

he smiled when he saw you, but then frowned seeing ni-ki.

sunoos radar was going off with ni-ki, but the worst thing was, he couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

“hey, you excited for the seraphims to be our new neighbors?” sunoo smiled brightly.

“not really.” you mumbled. sunoo frowned once again. your energy had gone down tremendously, jealousy and anger becoming a strong emotion of yours. it wasn’t like you at all.

ni-ki stayed silent behind you with a smile.

“are you okay?” sunoo asked carefully.

“not really.” you sighed. “i’m going for a walk—alone. i’ll be okay.” you quickly stated before sunoo could offer to come with or mention talking to jay or sunghoon first.

quickly making your way down the steps, you went out the front door, and made your way down the road for a quick walk.

you needed to try and get your emotions under control. you didn’t understand why you were feeling this way.

it’s not pregnancy hormones—they can’t get you pregnant.

it’s not your menstrual cycle—you honestly haven’t had that in a while (thank heavens!)

could it be a mental health thing? you were never officially diagnosed, but mental health did run in your family.

maybe anxiety? depression? bipolar? you didn’t want to diagnose yourself, knowing it was more complicated than some symptoms.

you were too in thought talking to yourself, you didn’t notice yourself being followed.

you hadn’t even noticed you made your way to the tree line near the forest were you caught ni-ki and those other vampires feeding.

“how the heck did i get here?” you gasped. it’s like you subconsciously came here.

a shadow stepped from behind a tree. dark hair, full lips. it was one of the vampires you saw that day.

you went to step back once, but he easily caught up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you still.

he tsked, “don’t think about it. you scream, i rip your throat out.”

you inhaled deeply. “i—i wasn’t.”

you was.

“ni-ki was right, you are a terrible liar.”

then the boy scolded down to you like you were a child. he even addressed you by name.

the thing was, ni-ki never told them your name. but you didn’t know that.

“who are you?”

“my name is sunwoo.” he smiled, slightly showing off his fangs.

“hi sunwoo, can you let me go now?” you asked trying to pull away but failed.

“mhm, no, i think i’ll keep you.”

“ni-ki knows i went out for a walk. he’ll notice i was gone too long and notify the others.”

“you sure about that?” sunwoo stated, your full name ending the sentence.

once again, you gulped. “huh?”

“how do you think i knew your name? this was all part of ni-ki’s game. i knew you followed him that one day to the woods.” sunwoo rattled off. he unwrapped his hand from your waist, instead circling you like prey.

“that’s—a lie!”

“it’s not, pretty. you saw what ni-ki does with us. did he tell you he killed a poor runaway the other day?” sunwoo laughed.

ni-ki killed someone? no, no that can’t be! you couldn’t believe it. you didn’t want to believe it.

but you saw what he can do. the damage he can do when he’s out of control.

“what does this have to do with me?”

“oh sweetheart, you’re gonna be my new favorite feeding station.”

“to hell i am!” you yelled. you went to push him, but he quickly caught you by your wrist.

“not a smart move.” he gritted, his irises turning red, the rest of his eyes, black.

sunwoo quickly wrapped his elbow against your neck and began choking you. not enough to kill you, but enough to make you pass out.

[white-wolf-buckaroo]

The last drop in The Last Drop: Part 2

Masterlist: there you go

Disclaimer: english ain't my first language folks

The Last Drop was louder than anywhere Luna had ever been before. The nights were the worst—crowds of people shouting over music, chairs scraping against the floor, and the occasional crash of glass breaking. It was overwhelming at first. Her small hands often clutched Vander’s shirt as she hid behind him as he stood behind the counter, her wide eyes darting toward every unfamiliar noise.

“It’s alright, Lu,” he’d say, his big hand resting on her shoulder. “Nothing to be scared of.”

When he said it, she tried to believe him.

But it wasn’t just the noise. The other kids—Vi, Mylo, Claggor, and Powder—were a whirlwind of energy that made her head spin. Vander wouldn’t let them go out alone at night (yet, when they were older they could, he always said), so they hung around in the evening sitting on a table by the wall, or messing around a little bit. Not that anyone minded, really. Vi was the loudest, always climbing something or chasing Mylo through the bar. Mylo talked a mile a minute, sometimes teasing Powder and now also Luna in a way that made her unsure if he was joking or not. Claggor was quieter but still intimidating with how easily he kept up with the chaos, kind of like Vander in that way.

And then there was Powder. Powder was closer to her size and age, with a wide grin and a streak of curiosity that seemed boundless; she was undoubtedly excited at having someone younger around, as the older kids tended to baby her from time to time. She was the first to approach Luna.

“Do you like dolls?” Powder had asked one afternoon, holding up a patched-together figure with button eyes.

Luna blinked, unsure how to answer. “I… don’t have one.”

Powder’s eyes lit up. “I can make you one!”

The blue haired girl hovered around her, asking endless questions. “Do you like colours? I love to draw! What’s your favourite food? Are you scared of spiders? I’m not. Well, okay, maybe sometimes.”

It was a lot, but Powder’s excitement was easier to handle than Mylo’s teasing or Vi’s confident energy. Vi, on the other hand, took her time warming up to Luna.

“She’s so quiet,” Vi had whispered to Vander one evening, looking at Luna sitting at the table, swinging her legs idly as Powder braided her hair (insisting that she had to wear it like herself). Mylo and Claggor were bickering over a game of cards nearby, their voices blending into the general hum of the bar. “Is she scared of us?”

“She’s just getting used to everything,” Vander replied, while cleaning the inside of a mug. “Give her time.”

“So… she’s going to stay with us? Permanently?” Vi asked, her tone uncertain. She wasn’t really sure how she felt about it. Not that she minded having someone else around, but it was another change. Another person to get used to.

Vander glanced at her, his expression softening. “She doesn’t have anywhere to go or anyone else to take care of her.”

Vi frowned, crossing her arms. She leaned her arms on the counter, her face scrunching in thought. “It’s just… we don’t even know her. What if she doesn’t fit in?”

Vander chuckled softly, the sound rumbling in his chest. “And what exactly does ‘fitting in’ look like around here, huh?” He gestured toward Mylo and Claggor, who were now arguing loudly over whether Claggor had cheated in their game. Powder, meanwhile, was carefully arranging Luna’s hair into a lopsided braid, ignoring the two boys excellently as she chatted about her favourite toys she wanted to show Luna later.

Vi’s lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “Fair point.”

“Look,” Vander continued, his voice quieter now. “When I found you and Powder, it wasn’t any different. You already knew me, yes, but you were also scared and you had gone through a lot, just like her.”

Vi looked down, her expression softening as she remembered. “Yeah, I guess.”

“And now look at you,” Vander said with a grin, ruffling her hair. “You’re the one making this place feel like home for the others. You’ll do the same for her. Just give it time. She’s going to be one of us, just like you, Powder, and the boys.”

Vi huffed but didn’t protest. “Fine. But she’s not gonna cry all the time, is she?”

Vander chuckled again, shaking his head. “You’d be surprised. That kid’s tougher than she looks, I’m sure of it. She’ll be okay,” he said, almost to himself. His voice had turned low, filled with quiet determination, the kind that always made Vi believe he could do anything. “She’s got us now.”

Vi watched him for a moment, the way his gaze softened as he looked at Luna, the way he crossed his arms over his chest and let out a deep, thoughtful breath. He wasn’t just saying it—he really believed it.

And if Vander believed it, maybe Vi could too.

Vi glanced over at Luna as well, watching her laugh quietly at something Powder had said, her small hands clutching the edge of the table as if she was still anchoring herself to this new world. Maybe Vander was right. Maybe she just needed time.

So, Vi tried in her own way. She offered Luna the better seat when they ate dinner and slowed down when explaining the rules of the games they played to include her.

“Tag’s easy,” Vi said one day, crouching down to Luna’s level. “If you don’t wanna play, that’s fine too.”

Luna hesitated but nodded. Vi grinned, grabbing her hand to pull her into the game.

“You just gotta run fast, okay?” Luna nodded. “Hide so that they don’t find you. If they don’t, you win!”

“But what if you never find me?” she asked, eyes wide showing her frighten.

“We will, don’t worry about that,” Vi laughed a bit, crouching down again to her level to look her into the eyes when she noticed Luna still didn’t seem at ease. “Hey, I promise. I’ll find you. Always. And if not me, then Vander, okay?”

That seemed to do the trick; it certainly did, when Luna would end up winning a lot of times because she would hide in the smallest of places. She would always wait for Vi or one of the others to find her in order leave her hiding spot, though, always making sure they found her.

Claggor was the first to win her over completely. Unlike Mylo’s teasing or Powder’s chatter, Claggor was steady, with a calmness that made him approachable even when Luna was feeling shy or overwhelmed. He was the one who helped Luna feel less lost in the chaos of the Last Drop.

The first time she followed him around the Last Drop, it wasn’t because he’d asked her to—it was because he was working on fixing something at one of the tables, and she was curious. She hovered nearby, not saying anything, just watching as he tightened a loose screw on a wobbly chair leg.

“You want to help?” he asked after a while, glancing up at her with a small smile.

Luna froze, startled. “I don’t know how.”

“That’s okay,” he said. “I’ll show you.” He handed her a screwdriver, holding her small hand in his for a moment to guide it into position. “Now turn it, like this. Slowly.”

She followed his instructions, her brow furrowing in concentration as she twisted the screwdriver. When the screw was snug in its place, she glanced up at him, uncertain.

“Perfect,” Claggor said, grinning. “Good job, Lu.”

From then on, she seemed to follow him around whenever he worked on repairs. He never complained, even when she slowed him down by asking too many questions or accidentally dropping tools. When she accidentally tipped over his toolbox, scattering screws and nails across the floor, she was afraid he’d be mad, and immediately scrambled to pick everything up, but he was calm about it.

“It’s okay,” Claggor said, crouching down beside her to help. “Happens to me all the time.”

“Really?” she asked, her wide eyes sceptical.

“Sure,” he said with a wink. “Once, I spilled everything right in the middle of the bar when it was full. Vander nearly tripped over me.”

That made her giggle, and Claggor grinned, satisfied.

When they weren’t fixing things, Claggor had a way of looking out for her without making a big deal out of it. If she was struggling to reach something on the counter, he’d quietly grab it for her. If Mylo’s teasing got a little too much, Claggor would step in with a simple “Knock it off, Mylo” that usually did the trick.

And when she was too nervous to speak up during one of their mealtimes, it was Claggor who noticed and slid the bread basket closer to her with an encouraging nod.

“You don’t have to ask,” he said softly. “Just take what you want. Nobody’s gonna mind.”

Even Mylo softened after a while. Though he still teased her (like most older brothers did to their younger sisters), his jokes became less sharp and more playful. One night, when they were all sitting at the table for dinner, Mylo leaned back in his chair, tossing a pickle from his plate to hers.

“Trade you,” he said.

“For what?” Luna asked cautiously, looking down at the pickle as though it might bite her.

“Nothing. I just don’t like pickles.” He grinned and added, “And you look like you do.”

She wrinkled her nose but took the pickle anyway, nibbling at the edge. Mylo smirked, satisfied, and went back to his meal. It wasn’t a grand gesture, but it made her giggle—the first time she’d done so around him.

He remembered his first weeks after Vander had taken him in; he hadn’t been used to having a roof, a bed, food on the table… He had been unsure about everything at first, masking it with roughness and sharp bites whenever someone spoke up to him about it. And although he had grown into a teaser and he thought it was funny to annoy others from time to time, he also wanted to help Luna feel more at ease. He didn’t stop teasing her completely, but the edge in his voice softened. He’d say things like, “Careful, squirt, don’t trip over your own feet,” when she hesitated on the stairs, only to add, “Here, hold the rail like this,” as he showed her how to climb them more confidently.

When she joined the group to watch him and Claggor play cards, he scooted over to give her a better view of the game, though he kept up a running commentary that made her giggle.

“See, Lu, Claggor’s terrible at this. Don’t ever take advice from him about cards,” Mylo said, leaning close as though sharing a great secret.

“Hey!” Claggor protested.

“It’s true,” Mylo shot back, grinning.

“Don’t listen to him Lu, he cheats all the time!”

“I do not!”

“Yes you do!”

Luna only giggled.

One night, as the bar quieted down and they all sat around in the warm, dim light, Mylo noticed her watching him and Powder play a game with a set of battered dice.

“Wanna play?” he asked suddenly, holding up the dice.

Luna blinked. “I don’t know how.”

“It’s easy,” he said, shrugging. “I’ll teach you.” He scooted over to make room for her on the bench, motioning for her to sit beside him. “Okay, so here’s how it works...” For the first few rounds, Luna struggled to keep up, biting her lip in concentration as she tried to understand the rules. Mylo teased her lightly when she made mistakes, but he always followed it up with a quick explanation or a playful grin to show he wasn’t serious.

“See? You’re getting it,” he said after she won her first round. “You might even be better than Powder soon.” Powder protested, glaring at him. “What? Just saying.”

Luna smiled, her confidence growing. It kind of broke the ice. By the end of her first week, she started to feel less like an outsider and more like she belonged, giggling and smiling more often.

By the end of her first week, Luna started to feel less like an outsider and more like she belonged.

It wasn’t sudden, and it wasn’t always easy, but every little moment helped her feel a bit more at home. The way Powder had smiled at her the first time she handed her a piece of bread. How Mylo had tried to teach her how to throw a rock just right in the alley, despite her clumsy attempts. Claggor’s quiet approval when she helped wash the dishes, and even the rare chuckles from Vi when she managed to get something just right in the makeshift kitchen.

But more than anything, it was Vander’s presence that made her feel like she was becoming part of something.

Every night, when the bar quieted down, and the sounds of the busy day faded into a quiet hum, Vander would make time for the kids. Late in the evening, when the others would be settling into their cots, murmuring amongst themselves or falling asleep with their heads buried under old blankets, Luna always waited for the moment when Vander would sit beside her bed, asking her about her day.

It was something she had come to look forward to, the time when the world outside faded away, and she could focus on something—someone—who made her feel like she wasn’t alone in this strange new world.

Luna hugged her blanket tight against her chest, the edges worn and soft. It was a gift from Powder, who had insisted she take it when Luna had no blankets of her own one of the first nights she had spent with them.

“They’re loud,” Luna said quietly, her voice unsure, her eyes still darting over to where the others were gathering nearby, talking and laughing in their own chaotic way. “But… they’re nice.”

Vander’s gaze softened as he watched her, his expression full of quiet understanding. He leaned a little closer, his large frame casting a comforting shadow over her bed. “They are,” he said with a small smile. “They’re your family now, Lu. You’ll see. They’ve got your back.”

Family.

The word seemed so big, so final. Luna didn’t fully understand it. She thought of the people she had met before, the ones who had taken her in for a night or two, fed her scraps, and then sent her away when their patience ran out. But there was something different about Vander’s words. They felt warm, like the sun on a cool day. Not demanding, not overwhelming, but steady.

Luna tucked herself deeper into the blanket Powder had given her, the edges soft against her skin. She glanced over at the others, who were talking about something she didn’t fully understand, but they weren’t laughing at her, or ignoring her. Powder was saying something about a machine she wanted to make with some metal scraps Claggor had given her, her voice animated as she waved her hands explaining it excitedly while Mylo told her to shut up and let him sleep.

Vander’s voice, calm and reassuring, pulled her back to the present. “We’re your family now,” he repeated, his hand gently brushing her hair back from her face. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, not anymore.”

The word didn’t seem as strange anymore. Family.

It felt safe. It felt like belonging. It felt right.

[kale-of-the-forbidden-cities]

Gravity Falls Constellations AU concepts

NOTE: i haven't read any of the books, i'm hoping to get them for christmas, that's why most of this is focused on Mabel and Stan and everyone that side of the portal, rather than Dip and Ford in the other dimensions

that's also a working title idk what i'm doing it just sounds cool okay

Concept: Dipper gets pulled into the portal after pressing the button and the shutdown failed 

Journal 3 went with him so Mabel and Stan can’t restart the portal 

Picture of him and Mabel went through as well 

Somehow they get the government guys off of them 

Dipper ends up nearly dying and Ford saves him

Ford tells Dipper his side of the story of what happened with Stan

he's also impressed with Dipper's additions to the journal

Meanwhile Stan suggests lying to the pines parents/everyone else and telling them dipper died, and he ends up breaking down and telling Mabel how he lost his twin too, and if that didn’t work to get him back, then it was hopeless 

Then Mabel tells him not to give up, gives him a sticker, and tells him that they are going to get their twins back 

Mabel and Stan have to convince McGucket to help them with the portal but he’s not very stable and progress is super slow because he keeps getting triggered when the portal does portal things

Stan is very stern about keeping Mabel away from the portal

Mabel tells her parents the truth about what happened, but when they ask what really happened, Stan tells them that Dipper went out the night all the gravity anomalies were happening and got lost, and they’ve been trying to find him 

This is the story he tells anyone else who asks, so the police do end up looking for him for weeks 

Gravity Falls is a small town so pretty much everyone knows after a bit 

Mabel is sad 

She stays the rest of the summer in Gravity Falls, hoping to get Dipper back and getting comfort from her friends, but when she goes back she hides in her sweater the entire bus ride 

She got a pine tree hat from Stan and Stan took those away from the gift shop because he doesn’t want to see anyone else wearing that hat 

It’s dipper’s

At one point, Mabel finds Dipper 3 and 4 in the woods, but she only sees Dipper 3 at first and immediately goes to hug him, crying on his shoulder

He starts disintegrating from her tears and she watches in horror and holds him as he melts away 

Dipper 4 comes behind her and is like “you know we’re clones right” and explains to her 

Pretty traumatic 

that's all i've got so far. plus the sketch i posted earlier (featured under the cut)

[peppermintack]

show tempe gang crossover with the morris islanders would actually have been the best episode of bones ever. btw

[bangcakes]

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[rollforjackass]

i truly and honestly believe that it would have been much funnier if snw had spock just. 100% miss out on anything crazy that happened. time travel shenanigans? he was in the lab. ship invaded? meditating. gets split into two separate versions of himself? no wonder reports were getting done twice as fast!

man has the most normal and boring starship tour of his life up until the events of the cage happen, remains totally unimpressed with humans and the federation in general, and then hops aboard with kirk and experiences the most batshit five years of his whole life

[grellsaw]

I rly want to draw my Grell & @/sebaelis’s Sebastian flirting, whilst all the other Sebastian’s look on in horror and confusion.

[wanders-in-stars]

straight up forgot that i bought a house for Rasyira and after finishing a dungeon at like 2am, went to an inn located in the exact same city as the house, got a room, and spent the night

Obvs had Cary, Nebs, and Tally in tow so I'm just imagining them whispering behind her back like

Caryalind: Should we tell her...? Taliesin: Absolutely I don't want to sleep in this pig sty Nebarra, already walking to the bar: Weaklings

Anyway they didn't tell Ras cause they just had to prove Nebs wrong, so that's how they all ended up staying in an inn despite having a house like one block over

[hecksupremechips]

Actually cry so goddamn hard when I think about Shinjiro Aragaki healing and being loved and having to learn to be okay with himself and being taken care of

[softquietsteadylove]

Hey I watched eternal recently and fell in love with thenamesh! And I found your blog and fell in Iove too!!

If you still accept prompts I have an idea:

The Eternals are fighting against the deviants and in the middle of the fight one deviant sprays some kind of invincible non smelling gas towards Gil who is fighting another one. He inhales it, resulting that he loses his power for a few hours. A big surprise when he was punching the deviant and his powers are just gone, making him an easy target!

Let the drama begin! ❤️🫡

"Thena!"

Gil slid into the path of whatever attack the Deviant facing them had in store--in this case, some kind of gas pouring from its mouth. He held a hand in front of his face. "Okay, not really what I was expecting."

Thena pulled in the edge of her spear, swinging the blunt ended staff around her as she moved, clearing the heavy gas away from them. "What was that?"

"I don't know, I've never seen one do that before," Gil coughed faintly, waving his hand around his face. The Deviant snarled at him and he raised his fist. "Yeah, yeah, take it easy."

Thena's head snapped around like lightning at the sound of bones cracking. "Gil?"

The Strongest Eternal pulled his hand back, roaring as his fist - for the first time in his immortal life - failed him.

"Gilgamesh!" Thene screamed, it being pulled from somewhere deep down. She moved in front of him, catching the beast's teeth on her staff and sharpening its end again. She swiped the blades of her trident against its mouth, making the monster recoil. She turned her back to it, only to examine Gil's injury. "What did that thing do to you?"

He hissed, cradling his hand that had broken against the rigid bones and fibrous muscles of the enemy. It was swollen, his bones were moved oddly, the skin was broken and bleeding. It looked like a human hand, with a very human injury. "I-I don't know!"

Thena turned, sensing as soon as her enemy was in proximity again. She rammed two of her blades into its open maw and then sliced her way out. It recoiled again, snarling in pain.

Under any other circumstance, she would be on top of that thing, tearing it apart as it lived and breathed. But she had more important things to worry about. She had the single most important thing in the world to her to worry about.

Thena held the eyes of the monstrosity, now prowling back and forth, monitoring her for a weakness. She held her blades aloft and at the ready, watching its every move in return. "Try it--I defy you."

"Thena," Gil managed through gritted teeth. He was feeling pain like a human would, too. "Don't let that thing do this to you. Just run, get the others."

"Absolutely not." She didn't have to think twice about it. And he was right; tactically speaking, if she also suffered the same loss of Cosmic Energy as he had, then they would both be easy prey.

But even then, she would fight that thing with her bare hands if she had to. It would not be given another opportunity to hurt Gilgamesh.

"Thena, it's okay," he tried to persuade her as she backed him up behind her. Thena on any other day would never back down from a fight. But Thena with something to protect was less of a predator.

"It hasn't tried it again," she said to him more quietly, still keeping the Deviant in check. Every time it so much as prepared to lunge at them she would shift her weapons in her hands, the glow and sparks of them spooking the miserable creature. "Perhaps it can't afford such frequency."

The Deviant swiped in their direction with its claws. It was nowhere near actually reaching them, but it was a display of ferocity.

"Stay away from him!" Thena had her own display of ferocity, calling up any form of weapon she had at her disposal, flipping through them like pages in a book. She swung them and twirled them in front of her, over her head.

The beast jumped back as she cracked a whip onto the ground between them. It bared its massive teeth at her, but she snapped the whip again.

"Thena!" The Soaring Eternal called from above, his eyes shooting the monster in the back as he flew over them.

"Ikaris!" Thena called out to him of her own volition. He was just as surprised as Gil was at it. "Gilgamesh is hurt!--you handle this one!"

For all he and Thena were at odds, they were still comrades with a mission in common. He shot down to the Deviant, wrestling it away with his strength and a stubbornness he shared with the Warrior Eternal.

Thena immediately let her weapons dissolve and ushered Gil into the gates of the city. "Ikaris will handle that thing."

"I'm surprised you trust him to," Gil laughed, although his pain was far from numbed. He held his hand close to his chest as they hurried to safety. He sighed, looking down at the useless - for him, at least - appendage. "How did this happen?"

"I don't know," Thena admitted in a tiny, fragile voice. He had never heard her sound like that before. She was also looking at his hand as she lead him back to the temple. "I...I don't know."

Gil walked with Thena at his side, her hands on his back and his arm as she both guided and supported him. It was only his hand that was injured, but the pain coursing through him was like nothing he had endured before. It made his whole body stiff and crumpled in posture. Were humans really so fragile? No wonder they needed protection all hours of the day.

"Ajak!" Thena called out before they were even inside, once again startling her partner at her side. "Please!"

Ajak, as well as the rest of the Thinkers, rushed out to meet them. "What happened?"

"A new defense they've developed," Thena barely muttered out as Gilgamesh extended his hand as much as he could bear. Thena eyed Ajak as she reached out for the hand, ready to protect him from even the healing hands of their Prime if that was what was required.

"That shouldn't be possible," Phastos shook his head, although he took a step behind Sprite after receiving a murderous glare from the Warrior Eternal.

"It's shattered," Ajak muttered as she took in the extent of Gil's injury. She looked at him, "this will hurt."

He nodded, prepared for the worst.

Thena slipped her hand into his good one, letting him squeeze as much as he liked. He could crush even her bones if that was what he needed.

Gilgamesh let out a ghastly sound as Ajak pulled his bones back together under his skin. Bones were no easy matter, requiring more than just regrowing some blood and skin cells.

"I'm sorry," Thena whispered to him as he endured Ajak's 'healing'. She pressed her forehead to his bicep, letting his hand squeeze hers as if his life depended on it. "I'm sorry, Gil."

"Just a little more," Ajak winced, as did the other Eternals behind her. It wasn't everyday one of their own sustained an injury to this degree. And it was always painful to witness when the healing of one took place.

Gil gasped for air as Ajak finished, nearly falling to his knees when she was done. He blinked, looking completely dazed and barely conscious.

Thena let him lean against her, whispering soft, loving things that no one - not even he - could decipher. She held his far cheek with her free hand.

"What did that thing do?" Ajak asked, not that she expected an answer to that right now. Between Gilgamesh all but foaming at the mouth and Thena's rabid protectiveness over him, she doubted she would be getting any answers until he was rested. "Take him to the Domo."

Thena required no permission, let alone order. She pulled Gilgamesh along as slowly as possible, guiding his stumbling steps.

"Isn't he better?" Sprite asked the Prime, watching the Fighters hobble away together.

"I healed his hand, but it's like his Cosmic Energy is just...gone," Ajak grimaced, poofing out her fingers in illustration of it. "I didn't know they could do such a thing."

"I'll see if I can find any answers," Phastos volunteered.

"Might wanna wait a bit before runnin' any of yer tests," Druig spoke up from the back of the group. He nodded his head towards where Thena was finally disappearing with Gilgamesh beside her. "Unless a'course you wanna try gettin' anywhere near 'im while she's up and fightin'."

Phastos immediately shrivelled at the idea. "You might have a point."

"Leave them be," Sersi spoke up on behalf of her sister. "I'm sure Thena will know as soon as Gil is well again. We can ask our questions and run our tests then."

Ajak nodded in agreement with the Elemental Eternal. "Sersi is right. Until then, just...give them their space. Gil may not be able to fight, but I think Thena will be ready to kill any of us if we ask anything more of Gilgamesh right now."

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