#ALAN LET HIM BE HAPPY!! XD

[selemina]

I finally watched Animator VS Animation. I uh... I have feels. Those are some EXPRESSIVE stickmen, damn! If anything, AVA is a masterclass on body language! But it also happens to be fun, spectacular, emotional and beautiful! So much effort goes into every episode, I as a fellow animator I am measuring the amount of work and I am HORRIFIED! So it is time for another episode of "Sel finds stuff on the internet" : Go watch AVA! You won't be disappointed!

[hacked-by-jake]

Spoiler~~~~~~ Spoiler~~~~~ Spoiler

So, Can we know how you felt about the "side story" ending 👀👀👀

You can absolutely know that I was soooooo incredibly breathless!!!! That was absolutely a needed ending! And to be honest, I wasn't expecting that. I wasn't expecting they would put it there this clear. I thought the chat with ash was the little part for episode 1 and then they pulled this out and I absolutely freaked out completely.

I was absolutely stunned and I run around like a maniac because I couldn't believe it and I was soooo thrilled and wahhhhhhh.

You can get me with him. It's the truth. I'm a simply person.

Besides, I saw more Everbyte in this part. Not because of him, not because of the style we're used to due to duskwood. Because it was made with so much creativity and so smart.

I mean, giving us the end screen and than his favourite appearance move. It was amazing and I'm grateful they have this back to us. Very glad.

It doesn't make the other things disappear. But I think Everbyte still deserves praise for the good things. Especially since they now have the time do improve some things.

It was great. It was amazing. I was feeling exactly what I've missed before. Not because of Moonvale own story, I like the story as well, but the other things were in the shadows of everything else.

But with this... Damn, it was insane. And it was sooo early and I was sitting outside and I swear my eyes were bigger than Adams. 😂

Completely took my breath away. And come on.. Showing us his stuff??? You can't tell me this wasn't on purpose! They saw us freaking out about the fact that he took pictures for us. Just pictures of the mine. And we freak out.

And now they gave us this?? I won't let anyone tell me it wasn't their intention. But even if it wasn't, I don’t care.

This was a huge end and it made me incredibly happy 😭

And I was also so very glad to see Alan. I still love him as well. xD

So, thank you for this, Everbyte. This idea was great and we need more of this kind of style back!

And here again, if you're interested, my life reaction on Tumblr when I played the part. I think it shows how I felt. 😂

Thank you a lot for asking, dear Anon. There's so much negativity currently, and that's okay, but talking about the happy things is needed and a more than wonderful change. 💚

[aannonn]

A lil' fic I wrote on both my wattpad and ao3 account.. But wanted to post it here too, soooOooo let's go11!!

(aaand because i wanted to play around with Tumblr's colorful text once again xD)

Fandom: Animator vs. Animation (Short Films - Becker)

Relationships: Can be considered as both platonic and romantic

Characters: Color Gang & Alan Becker & DJ (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hugs, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Sleepy Cuddles, Cuddle Piles, Platonic Cuddling, Team as Family, Family Fluff, The Color Gang Needs a Hug (Animator vs. Animation), No Dialogue

Free Hugs!

   Finishing the final touch with a small click, Orange stood back, silently admiring his work.

   What our dear friend Orange just did, my friends, is steal Minecraft's wooden sign and drag it into Alan's Adobe Flash, grabbing a pen and quickly scribbling some letters onto the previously clean wood.

   Earlier that day, Orange woke up, as usual, at noon, and quickly left his house, feeling strangely refreshed today.

   This strange renewal was quickly erased when he saw the state of his friends, however.

   His friends, his friends who are so stupid but also so loving that they are always there for him. His friends who are also his family, his main reason for living, the main reason why his days always seem to brighten considerably even more whenever they are close by. His small but wonderful family - along with Alan, their creator, of course.

   His friends- No. His little family has always been so energetic and enthusiastic, full of plans and just so.. lively. Looking so much like a big strong flame and tough and just so beautiful.

He wouldn't know what he would do if that flame faded.

   His light at the end of the tunnel, his sun on rainy days, the platonic, no homo loves of his life... It seemed to have suddenly faded.

   It was so all of sudden, so... disconcerting. Seeing his friends sitting on the couch looking like they're dying of some sorts - when, in fact, they're not - is just... disconcerting, to say the least.

   Dark circles in their eyes - or, well, whatever was in place of their eyes, - slow movements, becoming more easily distracted and looking like, with every minute that passes, they get even more tired than he is when he wakes up way too early to his liking. And that says a lot.

   Orange doesn't know why - none of them gave an exact explanation of the reason The only thing they told him was that it was a tiring day and nothing more than that.

ﾠ Which, was absurd. In Orange's personal opinion, at least. His friends were never tired - at least, not tired like him.

   While he feels sleepy and tired and with each passing day he feels even more disconnected from reality, his friends can spend a whole day awake and, even so, still not be tired.

   Quite the contrary, there is a strong possibility that they will feel even more energetic in the morning, much to Orange's jealousy exasperation.

   So seeing his friends in such a depressing state broke his heart — literally? Metaphorically? Coded heart? Whatever kind of heart StickFigures like him have.

   So, Orange made it his personal goal to, at least, try to cheer up his friends.

   They always managed to brighten up his days, even unintentionally, so it's time for him to return the favor.

   Orange scribbled a few more minecraft drawing decorations into the empty corners of the wood, making sure they were some of his friends' favorites, before mentally patting himself on the back for his hard work.

��  He sighed, nervous but hopeful. If that doesn't work... Well, he'll think of something eventually.

   The important thing is that his friends - his family, are happy and comfortable, and nothing else matters to him beyond that.

   Walking slowly across the desktop towards the couch where his friends were still in the same state as before, lying down and sprawled out lazily.

   Which wouldn't be so unusual, almost making Orange think that his friends were happy again, if it weren't for the fact that they still had a, somewhat, depressing air around them.

   Sighing deeply, he walked in front of them, nervous, terribly embarrassed but most of all; Hopeful.

   He's usually not the one who initiates them, but...

   Red simply stares at him lazily, nodding his head in greeting. Blue raises his head a little to look at him, while Yellow and Green remain in the positions they were in, the only indication that they were listening is the small movement of their heads, although they still haven't given him a single look, very busy having a staring contest with the ceiling.

   Orange have a feeling that the ceiling is winning...

   Orange sighed again, his grip on the wooden handle tightening; Although it couldn't be seen, he could still feel himself blushing even without facial expressions.

   He slowly lifted the sign so the text could be read, shaking. - Not out of fear or nervousness, more like out of pure embarrasment because ohgodhesreallydoingitsomeonekillhimrightnowplease

   Orange simply stares at the ground, not making eye contact with any of them. - He can practically feel everyone's eyes on him, which leaves him a little overwhelmed, presumably reading the text over and over again to see if they're not reading it wrong.

   When a few moments pass without either of them making any kind of movement or noise or literally anything else, Orange slowly drops the sign, already feeling the regret and embarrasment growing even more, making him question why he even came up with this idea-

   He quickly broke out of his thoughts when he heard a small movement come from in front of him, making him tear his eyes away from the ground to look up, still slightly embarrassed about what he just did.

   ...Only to find a very excited Red doing little jumps of excitement, an equally excited Green although looking like as much as a smug, a shocked Yellow though looking grateful, and lastly Blue who, although he had no facial expression, seemed to be smiling softly at him, his head shaking in an fondly manner.

   Before Orange could literally do anything, Green slowly freed himself from the tangle of arms and legs on the couch, walking towards Orange in a certain way that would generate suspense, leaving the youngest of the five(5) extremely nervous and even more embarrassed.

   Green simply stood in front of him, staring at him for a long, unnecessary moment before finally leaning in to give Orange a hug, his gentle yet firm grip holding him gently and not looking like he wanted to let go.

   Orange stood stiffly for a few seconds, slightly surprised, before slowly trying to hug his friend back before he noticed Red jumping up from the couch - knocking Yellow and Blue over in the process, though none of them seemed to mind, not when the youngest of the four(4) jumped on the other two, giving them a tight hug that didn't hint like he would let go anytime soon.

   Red's sudden enthusiastic embrace threw him a little off balance, causing him to stumble backwards and, just like that, fall to the ground along with the other two StickFigures, the loud thud and Red's laughter echoing across the desktop as they all turned into one messy pile of hugs on the floor.

   He could distantly hear Yellow laughing too, before both he and Blue stood up to join the colorful pile, Yellow snuggling a little closer while Blue squeezed everyone in a soft, comforting grip, his signature bear hug.

   Well, great. Now Orange can't feel his legs with all of them on top of him!

   Not that he cares, though. Orange felt himself laughing, before, with some effort, he managed to free his arms from the deadly grip and hug his family with the same strength and softness, trying to convey the same comfort and happiness that everyone was providing each other.

   They were all happy and comfortable. Orange's mission was successful. And that was all that mattered.

   At some point, they all fell asleep in the comfy pile, small soft snores coming from it.

   In that same place at some point, Alan eventually sat down back at his seat in front of the computer, only to find his little StickFigures friends all in a little tangle of hugs.

   Alan felt himself get a little worried when he saw that Orange seemed to be being slightly crushed by the others on top of him, although the latter didn't really seem to mind, not when he seemed to happily return the hug and snuggle even closer, their chests? Their bellies? rising and falling so smoothly and slowly that it made the animator quickly realize that they were all asleep.

   Alan smiled softly at the adorable sight, before quickly opening Adobe Flash - which, for some reason, was already open - and drawing a small blanket and some pillows, bringing them to the still sleeping color gang, carefully so as not to wake them up, lifting up their little heads to place the pillows beneath them, covering them with the blanket immediately afterwards.

   He could vaguely see the colorful gang huddling even closer, their presumably snores becoming softer by the second.

   Thinking for a second, he slowly moved the cursor down and, very pretty much carefully, stroked the StickFigures' heads, sighing in relief when he saw that they didn't wake up and, instead, simply leaned into his touch.

   The animator smiled again, before using his other computer so he could work on his programs without having to wake the little ones.

   Before that, however, he belatedly noticed the wooden sign from Minecraft thrown carelessly to the side, the text "FREE HUGS" written in large letters with small animal decorations, - most notably were the drawings of the pigs - redstone, noteblocks and.. NetherWarts? Drawn one in each corner.

   Huh. How convenient.

   Alan shook his head. Anyways, he has a video to finish with DJ. And with absolute certainty he will tell DJ about all of this.

   Ahh.. DJ will love hearing about this.

AAand that's that! xD

also! some inspirations for this oneshot...

Inspired yea, but not entirely. xD

Pretty much the main inspo for this oneshot, although it is, in no way, meant to be related.

Welp! I think that's it..? xD

Cya ~ !

MIDNIGHT AGAINN AAAAAAAAAAAA

lil' edit; I edited it a lil'! I noticed I got some things wrong and forgor others, so I fixed it. ;') It's nothing too big, don't worry! Just some grammatical errors and that I forgor to put the second link to the main inspo for this oneshot.. welp-

[neolynne]

All your wips are unreasonably good (unreasonable cause i *can't choose* which ones to not ask about), but after much dilemma and much pondering and much telling my brain to but be greedy, i have finally decided - can you please tell more about

1. Babe the fanboy

2. Kentakim food Battle

3. Winnerdean and the matchmakers?

(yes, 3.)

(you don't have to answer all of them tho, i know in being extra greedy XD)

(also this was too hard to choose, why do they all sound so so good!!)

Thank you so much ! and i will gladly tell you everything about them !

1 Babe the fanboy : this idea came from 2 thing - an interaction under one of my post about Ateez and Pit Babe and that old video of Pavel reaction to Ateez Firework' video :

Babe one day founds an Ateez video on YouTube, more specifically, San's 'Imagine Dragons - Warriors' Performance Video...end he becomes obsessed ! He end up watching every MV and fancam (mostly San and Yunho), binge watching they content and of course, buying the album and merch. At first he tries to be discreet, because he's embarrassed, but that until Charlie comes home with that big ass (sold out) TYUdeongi body pillow (the perk of being friend/brother with a very rich and influential CEO) and the big Sandeoki plushie. And every thing is fine until the day Ateez announce a concert in Bangkok. The pre sale start at the same time as the biggest race of the season, so Charlie fein and illness and bravely face the war that is the pre-sales. After a very fierce battle and the loss of his sanity Charlie doesn't get the VIP ticket for Babe, which make him sad but Babe is already super happy to just have a ticket. And this is when Kim Minsu, fresh from the shower, casually let out that " yes yes the Kim Hongjoong - Ateez's Captain, well he's my cousin" -> cue to Charlie's fainting and Babe giving Kim the cold shoulder, until a few day's later, when Kim give Babe and Charlie ( and the whole x-hunter pack really) VVIP ticket. So Babe meets San + the member in the backstage and end up going in full fanboy/babygirl mode, while Charlie just watch it with the fondest smile on his face

2 KentaKim food battle : here the beginning of the fic (also the only part fully written)

“And what exactly happened to MY kitchen !” Alan was standing before them, arm crossed on his chest, his eyes scanning the disaster in the kitchen before stopping on them. Kim was pointedly looking at his shoes and Kenta…Kenta was starting to feel bad. No, worse than that, he was feeling sick. Heart hammering in his chest, stomach twisting into knots, cold sweat breaking all over his body. Because he knew what was going to happen. The same thing that happened the first and only time Dadd- Tony caught him playing with food like this. Punishment. But it was okay, because he was an adult now. Not a ten years old child, trying to hide behind his friend, his older brother while Daddy was fuming with rage. He could withdraw the pain from the lashes and the cold claws of hunger taking hold of his empty stoma- “Pfff !!!” Hearing Jeff breathy laugh was enough to get Kenta out of those painful memories. He could also feel Kim trying and failing to hide his own laugh next to him. Daring to bring up his eye to look at Alan, he could do nothing but stare in disbelief as the older man got cross eyed, trying to look at the drop of mashed potatoes that ended on his nose. Looking up, Kenta could see some of that mashed potatoes on the ceiling. “Now, could you tell us why there is mashed potatoes all over the kitchen ?” Jeff asked them while gently wiping his boyfriend nose.

3 WinnerDean and the matchmakers

Winner has a crush on a racer from X-hunter. No, Not Babe. The other one...no, not Way either ! But the tiny, pretty one....yep Dean! And Winner tries to flirt with him, get his attention (in a very Winner way...), on the track and outside of it (running into each other in a mall, at the bar....) And both his team mate Kim, and Dean friends, North Sonic and Charlies catch on. And it's both hilarious and sooo painful to watch because Dean is to damn oblivious. Winner by him lunch ? it's because he won his race yesterday, off course ! Sensually dancing with him at the club ? Well it's a club duh and Winner may have thought he was dancing with the cute boy he was talking to earlier !! (at least he wasn't trying to put his hand IN Dean pants...) So North and Sonic decide to play the matchmaker, Kim and Charlie tagging along just to enjoy the chaos.

It's basically disaster after disaster, Dean being an oblivious little bean, Babe being the best emotional support/protector/big brother for Dean and Winner just suffering (like the pathetic meow meow he is)

[sapphireshineauthor]

Trick or treat?👻

An Anon trick or treater? 👀 Here's another treat!

This is a fic project I started a few years ago but hope to continue it someday. It's Geordo and Alan shenanigans as per usual for me XD

Sophia and Keith suddenly entered to room. 

"We may have an idea of what that thing is. We don't know but it might be-" Keith was cut off as Alan stirred. Geordo raised his hand and Alan cracked his eyes open. Much to his surprise, Alan's eyes were now a soft lavender color. Before Geordo could say anything Alan smiled like a childing before pouncing Geordo into a hug. 

"Geordo~I missed you~" Alan said happily, in a tone no one was used to. Geordo was just frozen as his twin was hugging him like a sloth. Alan's face was in oblivious bliss. 

"...a love potion." The room went silent after Keith's reveal. Katarina suddenly jumped up and shook him like a madwoman. 

"A love potion?! But Alan is Geordo's brother! Why would a love potion have that kind of effect?!" Katarina exclaimed, Keith getting shaken silly. 

"Everyone! The love potion works by amplifying one's emotions towards a certain person. I think it's safe to say that Alan's emotions have just been increased and nothing of that is going to happen." Maria explained, Katarina took a breath of relief and stopped shaking Keith, who was now quite a bit dizzy. 

"So, um, how does the love potion work?" Geordo asks, currently trying to keep Alan from accidentally strangling him. 

"It works by being ingested by a person, they fall asleep and that's when the potion takes effect. Then when they wake up, the potion targets the first person they see and amplifies the happy, loving emotions to a critical max." Maria explained. 

"That doesn't explain why his eyes turned to lavender though…" Geordo said, Alan let out a small whine, causing everyone to glance in his direction. 

"Geordo! Don't ignore me. You're my favorite brother for a reason." Alan pouted, Geordo visibly looked shell shocked, Katarina was smiling brightly, and both Keith and Nicol were covering their mouths to muffle their laughter.

[blueberrybleedcake]

Episodio 2 capitulo 1/7 I don't know what to put as a title

It was another day at school, Samael was wandering through the halls while listening to whispers that he had beaten some children older than him, even though this did not matter much to Samael because it was true (he used to have very sudden fits of anger) suddenly the bell rings bell for everyone to enter their respective classrooms or/or classrooms, this annoyed Samael since he didn't even want to enter his classroom, not only because it was so boring and it seems that the teachers know less than the students but because of George and Harold so he decided to wait a while and "patrol" the aisles and maybe get distracted for a while oh buy him something ah dressy

meanwhile in the living room

Dressy: Umm Rosty do you think samael will have come?

Rosty: zzzzz

Dressy: Rosty?

Alan: Why do you worry so much about samael?

Dressy: E-huh!?

Chuwy: Wuuuuu~ It brings you a little wing

Dressy: *She covers her face embarrassed* Of course, don't just ask!

Alan: Of course of course and my name is not Alan Vázquez

Melvin: Could you SHUT UP!?

Rosty: zzzzz xD

Teacher: Could Rosty come to solve this sum?....Rosty? ROSTY!

Rosty: *wakes up* Ah! Don't let the aliens take me

Teacher: what are you talking about? Come now Asher the sum

Meanwhile, Samael was wondering about things in life until he remembered that he was technically skipping classes so he decided to go to the classroom to face his fate, he reached the door of his classroom, took a deep breath and knocked on the door, a teacher told him that he could spend whatever which would have preferred that he leave him punished with not being able to enter the room,

But as soon as he set foot inside the room, the typical joke of the bucket of water was activated and samael was soaked many children held back their laughter and others laughed, even more so, not being able to. samael remained motionless for a few moments until he removed the bucket from the head and paresis that instead of water they had added acid samael knew quite well what water did to his skin, and the children who were laughing remained silent

Samael: If he came to find out who oh rather WHO is this little joke *crushes the bucket until he leaves it like an omelette* He's going to deal with me *And he smashes the bucket against the floor with great force and goes to check his wounds in the infirmary *

All the boys were silent, I don't know exactly if it was because of Samael's threat Oh yes.....if it was because of Samael's threat XD

Alan: Wow, spectacular, you fell in love with a dressed-up psychopath.

Chuwy: Sparks

Rosty: That's how they fell in love in my homeland oh they exchanged you for 2 cows and 6 chickens

Dressy: I didn't know he was so... Explosive

Chuwy: Maybe we should go see him, you know, to see if he's okay

Alan: COME ON sounds like ah herd I'm not going

Chuwy: Well then just me Dressy and rosty

Rosty: But I don't even want to go see him

Chuwy: I don't care if you come!

Rosty: if you ask me like this if I accompany you

Meanwhile, they were treating samael's wounds with kitten band-aids and band-aids of various colors that stood out on his pale face, the wounds seemed to hurt and itch a lot, and samael seemed so calm

Samael: already mere? I'm getting bored!!!

Nurse: Now you're a mere child, you just need to treat your hands, you have to take off your gloves

Samael: NO! I DON'T INTEND TO TAKE THEM OFF!

Nurse: Okay! ok! you don't have to scream

-That's when they knock on the door-

Nurse: Go ahead!

Chuwy: Hello samael!

Rosty: Hi, Samael!

Dressy: Hi, Samael! ;)

Samael: Oh Hello dressy dear I'm glad you came even with some annoying pests *looking at chuwy and rosty* Even if I'm happy to have you here

Rosty: oh the master- wait did he tell us pests?

Chuwy: and since when do we have nursing? The other time I fell off the swings and broke my leg they didn't even take me home

Dressy: And he's going to recover?

Nurse: Don't smudge, even if she had a heart attack, girl, even though that will have several scars

Samael: It doesn't matter *he gets off the bed he was sitting on* I know very well who iso this...

Dressy: You look so cute with those Band-Aids!

Samael: Huh? *He blushes a bit*

Chuwy: Kiss him already!

Rosty: Ewww love

Samael: You know what? Better oh than go back to class because I have to plan my come- my homework!!! Of history

I have to remember I only upload stories if I know they are boring but there is nothing else I am very sorry

(No image/drawing/ that you posted are mine)

[pinkpetaljam]

Could I slide in and ask for a Ren and/or Alan drabble/HC? Maybe where their S/O wears their jacket out of the blue? I just think it would be cute XD Love your blog BTW

Thank you for the request and love Anon! (˶◕◡◕˶✿)

Ren | [Ȑ̵̮̀e̶͍̳͊̏ď̵͔͌̈́ȧ̴̱̩̌c̵̨̖͚̎̉̃ẗ̷͉́e̵̬̠̬͠ḓ̶̀͋]

• Ren definitely has a wardrobe that consists of clothes similar to the ones Haruko wears in the webtoon, but his go-to is the peach brown sweater. When he realises that it's not in its usual spot one morning, he worries for a moment since you seem to like that particular sweater.

• He's caught off guard when he walks into the bedroom and realises that you're wearing it – he's always wanted you to wear his clothes, he's dreamt of it many times – and now that you're wearing his sweater he can't help but think that it looks perfect on you, that it was made for you.

• "W-What are you doing angel? Is that my sweater...?" He tries to cover his blushing face, but he's also trying to hide the way his eyes trail over certain parts of your body, and he starts to think about how you'd look wearing the rest of his clothes.

• He's even more happy when you leave the apartment wearing his sweater, he'd never want you to take it off particularly when Leon and Teo are nearby, because its a way of marking you and showing that you belong to him – he'd consider getting a second sweater so that you're matching.

• That being said, Ren would love it when you give his sweater back and it has the faint scent of your perfume | cologne. He'd end up holding the sweater close to his face to breathe it in when he's by himself, but that wouldn't be possible if you had your own sweater...

• And if you happened to be wearing nothing but his sweater, chances are that you're in for a good time – that happens to be one of his daydreams, and he's going to kiss and bite you all over if you let him.

Alan Orion

• Alan has taken some of your clothes before, specifically the clothes you won't miss if they happen to disappear from your wardrobe. When his green fleece lined jacket goes missing, he does try and look for it since he wears it frequently, but it's nothing he can't replace.

• He's taken aback when he sees you wearing it, but it doesn't take long for him to smile since he's never seen you wear his clothes before – he's been waiting for this moment for a while now, but at least you two are even when it comes to taking clothes without asking.

• "I was wondering where that went! It looks good on you doe-eyes~."  His smile seemed to widen as he walked towards you, and he gets up close to pick some lint off of the white fleece, but he treasures this whole moment when he sees how happy you are wearing his clothes.

• He starts lending you his clothes whenever you're out in the woods together considering how cold it gets at night, but he also likes to lend you his jackets in front of Erika and Stu – he can't help but grin and act smug when you wear his jacket in front of them because it's a subtle way of showing that you're his.

• Alan also loves it when you give his clothes back and he gets a whiff of your perfume | cologne, and he always wears them when he's out working or getting supplies for his cabin since it makes him think of you – he does get sad when the perfume | cologne fades over time though.

• And when you wear nothing but his jacket, he's more than happy to leave some kiss and bite marks that are hard to conceal with your usual clothes, but you'll always be able to hide it if you wear his ones instead...

[riallasheng]

Happy holidays!! I hope you had a greay day 🫶

If you don't mind me asking, what are your headcannons of the Tracy boys, or Thunderbirds in general?

Happy Holidays, hope you have a great day as well, and a kind year to follow ^^

ohhhh, so many. XD

Granted, a lot of my headcanons are more me taking elements from one continuity / variation (like from the novels, or comments from the creators, etc) and applying it to The-hodge-Podge-Mostly-Based-On-The-Novels-And-Comics that it my ficverse XD

Also a lot of headcanons and cherrycanons to make the various Supermation shows fit more cohesively together as a whole (characters having past interactions, changing up parents or kin a bit, etc. And not always the way one would expect - for example I've got it where Gordon never really knew Troy which is the common headcanon in fandom but instead it's Scott that knows Troy, via a pre-existing friendship Scott had with Phones. ...Cause the 5 year age gap between Troy and Gordon is actually REALLY BIG in terms of officer training at the WASP Academy, plus the fact that Gordon was apparently on Bathyscapes while Troy was Combat Subs. BUT I also have it where Gordon knows Holden / Captain Grey and Fisher - having it where those two served on the same boats he did.)

hmmm, let's see what are some fun ones...

....

Okay, I actually went over the word count limit before I even finished The youngest 4 characters, let alone the Thunderbirds and IR... XD

I'mma just link to my Timelines, as I've got all my headcanons for the characters and plotting and stuff in it.

Link: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Adw1Cx1dLIzG4TfMKCm_953pjiFk_7xn?usp=share_link

but some small headcanons to put here:

The Thunderbirds are numbered in order of construction completion / first time used on a rescue

What makes a rescue craft a Thunderbird is nothing more or less than the fact that it's the personal craft of one of the active rescue personnel. That's why 4 is a Thunderbird, even though she's technically / would otherwise be a pod vehicle.

TinTin designed the Mole and if / when she switches from Support to Active Rescue then the Mole would be reclassed into a Thunderbird. (the same applies to the Firefly, which was the craft that Brains considers to be 'his personal' craft

Grandma Tracy gets her confirmation name and Maiden surname from Joan Hughes, stunt pilot for Thunderbird 6 and actually a rather amazing woman just on her own. Her Maiden Name of Hughes also does double duty of tributing Howard Hughes, famous aircraft designer and business man Like the real Joan Hughes, Ruth was a pilot from the age of 15, and was one of the first people accepted into the World Air Force, and served as a ferry pilot (ferrying / flying aircraft all over the world), flying everything from fighter craft, to scout craft, to bombers. Much of her 'Globe Trotting' was done during this time, and she served (in her mid 40s) in the first Global War in the 2020s-2030s. Ruth was a stunt pilot in her youth, and quite skilled at flying both modern stunt-planes and vintage planes. Her pride and joy was a vintage Tiger Moth, which she kept in pristine condition and taught all of the boys (and TinTin) to fly, and is indeed the first aircraft Jeff flew when he was young. It was brought over to Tracy Island alongside the rest of Ruth's personal effects, and has a pride of place in the 'Operation: Coverup' hanger. While Ruth doesn't trust herself to still fly the plane (or any plane really, due to vision problems and arthritis) the Tiger Moth is still flown on occasion, and Ruth has (living)willed it to Alan, and gave it to him as his 21st birthday present, who adores the craft and flies it the most often out of anyone.

This one is less a headcanon and more a frightening fact that hails from two facts about Thunderbird 1 that I just really want some characters to realize and freak out over in a story XD She can reach speeds of over Mach 19 She carries high density spears Combine those two facts... and Thunderbird 1 is capable of precision K-STRIKES.

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#5

😳

(get it, it’s a gif of aurora)

Phil x MC; group x MC

Word count: 799 Reading time: 00:03:11 (says Hemingwayapp)

A/N: I know the ending is rushed, but I didn’t know what to do with it.

(not the one im proud of, just getting it ot after a year)

You’d thought that Duskwood would welcome me with open arms. That I’d step out of the bus into sunny town and go and surprise my friends with a visit. No. It was pouring, the bus was late and my friends weren’t answering.

When I stepped onto the sidewalk near the town’s square, it was already dark. I hid in the opposite house’s entrance and checked my phone. Still no text. I didn’t tell anyone about my trip, I thought I’d surprise them. They planned to go to Aurora tonight, which seemed like a good opportunity to see everyone. So I decided to go right to the bar and try to find them there. Navigating through the town wasn’t that difficult, I had the town's map well memorised. I was in front of the bar in no time.

It was pretty busy at Aurora. I removed my wet coat at the entrance and looked around. There was no familiar face. Except one tall figure behind the bar. I wanted to ignore him and squeeze past him unnoticed, but as on cue, he turned his head towards the door. His shit-eating grin showed that he recognized me immediately. Well, he could know where everybody was.

He served a drink and walked over to me. “Hello beautiful. To what do I owe the pleasure?” “Hi Phil. I heard these woods are great for hikes, thought I’d try it.” “Let me know if you need someone to keep you company. Want a drink?” I nodded. He went away before I could say what I wanted. He was back in seconds. “On the house.” He winked at me as he put a drink in front of me. “How did I deserve that?” I asked. “You came all this way to visit me. I am flattered.” “Wow, am I that see-through?” I asked and sipped the drink. He correctly guessed what I liked, which was impressive. “Do you know where Jessy is?” “She’s in the booth in the corner with everybody else. She didn’t say you were coming” “Because she doesn’t know. You are not fighting anymore?” “We are working on it.” His eyes drifted off behind me for a moment. “I hope it’s not the last time I see you. You still owe me an autograph,” he reminded me of our last and only chat. I didn't have a chance to answer, because someone's arms wrapped around me. “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you let me now?” “Jessy!” I gasped and hugged her back. “I wrote to you when I was near Duskwood, but nobody answered.” “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn't check my phone all evening. I can’t wait to introduce you to everyone!” “Wait, I don't want to leave my bag behind,” you pointed towards your backpack at the foot of the stool. She turned to Phil: “Hey, can they leave their bag in the back room?” Phil shrugged. “Fine with me.” “Great!” Jessy exclaimed, grabbed my bag and my hand, and pulled me towards the nearby door. “See you later,“ I threw in Phils direction. “Looking forward to it,” he gave me another wink and turned back to other customers.

It was more quiet in the backroom. Jessy put my bag next to the table. ”Don’t worry, it’s safe here. I hope Phil didn’t bother you.” “We barely talked.” She turned to me and grabbed my hands. “I am really happy you're here,” she beamed at me. “It’s so strange to see you before me. Now you are not only speech bubble anymore” “Well, you should get used to it, I wanna be here for two weeks.” I grinned at her. “That’s awesome.” She squeezed my hands. “But now you have to meet others.”

She led me into the back booth. Richy spotted us first and hopped out of his seat to spin me around. And then I traveled from his arms to another, greeting with everyone. They found me a seat in the middle. The conversation was light spirited from the start, nobody wanted to discuss events of the last two weeks. I felt very comfortable, right in the middle of their teasing and playful bickering. Richy was the one who dragged me onto the dancing floor. We chatted and danced till morning. Or rather Arora's closing hour, which was around one in the morning.

During the night I stole a glance towards the bar, to find Phil looking at me milliseconds later, smiling. ‘This trip will be interesting’ I tought. Then I averted my gaze back to the group. I was so grateful that I could be there with everyone. Sun smiled upon me, despite the rain.

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#4

Jake 🤗

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#3

MC, after chatting to a new man is available

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#2

What is with Donfort siblings and wanting help from me, calm down guys, there's three of you and only one of me! Gimme a break

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My #1 post of 2022

MC, after chatting to a new man is available

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[robbybarnes]

~DUSKWOOD~

(So,this time i'm following a thought i had days ago. I don't know what is going to happen,i don't have a plot. I'm just writing and hoping for the best xD Could be sad,could be happy...i could also stop here xD but i hope not. So,enjoy!)

Hold my Hand

After a year of unsuccessful searches, which led MC and the group to nothing more than tiny clues, they had finally managed to get news on Jake.

In their last moments together,Jake told MC that he needed to run. To hide and be in the shadows for a bit. He told MC he loved her and ran away without looking back. But some time after Richy's death and Hannah's rescue, the FBI finally managed to catch him. The news reached MC thru a message.

"They got him. We need to meet. A."

MC didn't take long to understand who the message was from, what she didn't understand was why the sender was Alan. Did the Duskwood Police Captain, whom they had avoided for so long for obvious reasons, now worried about a "criminal"? Or maybe it was just a trick to catch Jake by taking her as hostage? Whatever the reason, once she read the message she felt anxiety building in her body.

Now she was on a train bound for Duskwood. She had already changed two, trying not to attract too much attention. If Jake had been caught, maybe the FBI was also on her trail, given the bond between them. Maybe she was just giving in to paranoia. In the end she didn't know anything about Jake, she had certainly been by his side to find Hannah, but she didn't know anything about him. Nor why the government was looking for him.

"Duskwood, central station."

The "sensual" voice of the speaker, distorted and robotic, distracted her from her thoughts. She picked up her backpack and, keeping the peak of her cap low, got off the last carriage of the train.

She had never seen Duskwood, exception made for the pictures Jessy had taken for her during that surprise tour. Which saddened her not a little, remembering how Jessy was subsequently attacked by the MWAF. And worst of all was the knowledge that the bastard was none other than Richy.

MC: "Alan I suppose..."

She could not have recognized him in normal situations, they didn't know each other. She promised him, "that" night, to let him have a speech with her. But she didn't keep the promise. Not so nice of her,but the Police Chief have never made it a problem. Alan knew that MC wouldn't deny him a meeting if he asked her again, but after all that had happened, the cop had decided not to press any further.

So now the problem led them to not know each other, but Alan had the good idea of wearing a blu baseball cap with a gold police badge on the front. At least they wouldn't waste time looking for each other in the crowd that occupied the station at that moment.

A: "What got me? The mustaches?"

She smiled awkwardly shaking the hand he was holding out to her.

MC: "In my mind you were really...different..."

And it was true. She had always imagined Alan as a man on his fifty, not too tall, with thin brown eyes and curly hair. Instead, what was in front of her was maybe a 35/40 years old man with light brown hair,cut short, blue eyes and a dirty blond mustache. He had a well-trained physique and he was really, very tall.

A: "...like what?"

MC: "Well...not so tall,to say one. What are you, a giraffe?"

Alan laughed as he loosened their hands and gestured for her to follow him to the parking lot.

A: "I'm not so tall. You are too short, Tic-Tac."

She pouted pretending to be offended, but she found his joke funny. At least that wholesome humor had loosened a little the knot she kept feeling in her stomach.

When they got to the car, MC was a little surprised to see what she thought was Alan's personal car. They would have attracted too much attention with the police car. She walked over to the passenger seat door and before she could open it, Alan did it for her. Not that she didn't appreciate it, but she wasn't used to these gentlemanly things. Before taking her seat she looked at him. He could see the concern in the girl's eyes.

MC: "Wait a moment..."

A: "What?"

MC: "Not that i don't trust you,after all we've been through...but i have to ask. Why you? How is it that you are so close to Ja-"

He jumped when he heard those words and shut her up. He brought the index finger of his right hand to his mouth, mimicking her to be silent.

A: "Not here. Not now. I'll tell you everything once in the safe house."

MC: "...but..."

A: "Please MC, trust me like i trusted you back then. This is not the place, nor the time to talk about 'this' matter."

She had so many questions to ask him. First of all, why they couldn't speak freely? Something was wrong and now that they were in the car, driving around the streets of Duskwood, MC could see that Alan was as taut as a violin string. He kept looking around as he drove, often shifting his gaze to the rearview mirror to check that he was not being followed. Maybe, she thought, the situation was even worse than she thought.

[lucky-dyse]

Tron, choose between Flynn and Clu.

Bonus: Tell us why you chose what you did.

//don't tell Tron it's me asking, XD, let him answer like he thinks Clu won't hear what he says.

"Clu, without a doubt." Tron's response was immediate, leaving no room for argument.

"I chose Flynn once, before I knew he was a monster. He used me, and I failed to protect the people I cared about because I was trapped in compliance. If I ever see him again, I pray to Alan that Clu won't be there to see me kill a User." Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself.

"..Besides, I love Clu more than anything. Even if Flynn wasn't such a horrible User, I would still choose Clu. Just being around him makes me happy."

[tsarisfanfiction]

Sicktember!!! XD 28 - missing out, with Alan (of course lol) I want to see some sick boi 😄

Priorities

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Gen Genre: Hurt/Comfort Characters: Alan

He'd been preparing for weeks for this. Then life said no. @sicktember prompt 28: Missing Out

It took me a while to decide what, exactly, Alan was going to be missing out on. Nothing seemed to quite fit, and even as I started writing it I wasn't entirely set on what it was, but I'm pretty happy with how it came out in the end. More injured than sick, but ah well.

Sicktember 2021 Prompts - I only plan on writing prompts if I get a request for them, so request away :D Doesn’t have to be TAG - characters from any fandom can be requested (although I can only guarantee I’ll work with ones I know)

Life wasn’t fair. Weeks, Alan had been preparing. Training every waking moment, taking breaks for nothing but the barest of necessities (and big brothers insisting). It was going to be huge. It was going to be epic. It was going to be absolutely amazing.

And then the rescue went wrong.

Sure, Alan knew there was always a risk of that. Rescues liked to throw curveballs at all of them; Virgil had been nursing bruises from a building collapse for the past week and there were some mottled patches of colour on Scott’s arm if he rolled his sleeve up too far, too. Even Alan didn’t escape the perils on occasion, although with four overprotective big brothers his injury rate was comparably low.

Comparably low didn’t mean never, and the world clearly hated Alan because now he had double vision, a not-so-healthy level of nausea, and a pounding headache. Concussions sucked.

The absolute worst thing, though, was the timing. It was the annual Cavern Quest: Gladiator! event, only the biggest gaming event in the world, and the winner got some serious cred. Sponsors, too, although Alan had the best sponsors already – his family. He wanted to win, though. Go fast, be first, just as he did all the time with International Rescue.

It was today.

Last year, Alan had come third. Podium finish, but not first, and he’d worked so hard to level up his character, get the best equipment and spells together. This year, this year, he was going to win.

Except he wasn’t, because he couldn’t even see straight, let alone move around without throwing up. Concussions meant no gaming, and Alan couldn’t help but be frustrated.

The icing on the cake was that his brothers didn’t understand. Oh sure, they sympathised – they weren’t heartless, they knew how much he’d been looking forwards to it, to winning this year – but with empty platitudes of you’ll blow them away next year, and even going so far as to hug him as though that’d help, it was clear they didn’t quite get it.

They saw a devastated baby brother, but not the way his ratings were going to plummet from his no-show and how many fans would be disappointed when he wasn’t there.

Sorry, I got knocked out by a rock so I can’t complete. It was totally lame, and Alan’s hard-won reputation was going to turn into laughing stock.

EOS had offered to play for him, the AI trying as hard as his brothers to be reassuring but also not getting it.

Gaming was Alan’s thing. Sure, John could whip up some game code in his sleep, and Scott had an old console hidden away in storage that was probably so ancient it was obsolete by now, but it was the one thing he had that none of his big brothers had done first. Don’t get him wrong – he liked following in their footsteps, but some individuality was nice.

If he let EOS take over and blow the opposition out of the water – and she would, he had no doubts about that – then it wasn’t just his thing any more. It wouldn’t be his win.

When push came to shove, Alan would rather not participate at all than have someone else do it in his name.

Not that that made him feel any better about the whole thing.

Next year, he told himself a little grumpily. Next year he’d compete again, and win.

Even though the same thing might happen again next year. And the year after. And the year after that. International Rescue was unpredictable, and injuries could happen at any time. At least he was home, and not stuck in a hospital somewhere. The infirmary, yes, away from bright, moving lights and noise and anything else that would just make his headache and nausea even worse, like Cavern Quest: Gladiator!, but it was still home with his family in the immediate vicinity, safe if not quite sound after another rescue where no lives were lost.

And really, that was the important thing.

No matter how much he loved Cavern Quest, it wasn’t even a choice between that or International Rescue. The bare necessity breaks in his training had been rescues; it hadn’t even crossed his mind to not go on a rescue so close to the event, and it wouldn’t in the future, either.

It sucked, concussions supremely sucked, and Alan was definitely incredibly upset about it, but at the end of the day, IR – saving people – trumped anything else, and the duplicate proud, if rather worried, grins of his brothers told him that they approved of his priorities.

Even if they weren’t as subtle as they thought they were about arranging a family gaming night once he could use a console again.

[ak47stylegirl]

No.20- Doctor’s Visit/ Check-up (centralising Scott and Alan, of course). Enjoy ;)

Anon, you should not have enabled me lol 😂 this fic took over my life for the last couple of days, and reached 7840 words!! 😅 So this fic is definitely a chapter fic, as it's just too big! 🤣😅

//Talking to myself// I'm not making this into an AU series, I'm not making this into an AU series, I'm not-Damn it! //done talking to herself// There may be some reappearances of this AU in the future😅

Also, I want to thank @tsarinatorment and @janetm74 for listening to all my crazy rambling about this fic XD

I hope you guys enjoy this first chapter 😂 (Don't worry, this fic is completely written already, i just need to post the chapters, no long waits for this fic lol 😅)

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Alan sighed heavily, staring out the car window as Scott pulled into the specialist section of the hospital car part.

Scott had parked Thunderbird one at a local airbase, not wanting to draw the unwanted attention that came with said Thunderbird.

And if the media somehow shows up? Oh boy, they would quickly learn what happens when you piss off Scott Tracy.

Scott, under no circumstances, wanted to deal with the media today.

The 7-year-old looked over at Scott, a miserable expression on his face. Alan was sickly pale, skin almost a light grey colour, which broke and bruised so easily.

Alan was also unhealthy skinny, having lost a whole lot of body fat in the years since he was diagnosed with this dreadful generic disease.

It's been a hard couple of years, with Alan's diagnosis and Dad’s…

It has been and still is unbelievably hard, Scott thought with a sorrow-filled expression, looking over at Alan in the back, secured in his car seat.

Alan whimpered softly, baby blue eyes moist.

Scott sighed sadly,

“I know you don’t like these appointments, sweetie..” Scott leaned over his chair, gently cupping Alan’s cheek, “I don’t enjoy them either, but….”

Alan closed his eyes, leaning into Scott’s hand, causing Scott’s heart to ache.

Because his baby brother, the child he had practically raised since Alan’s birth, should never have been this sick!

“But…” Scott’s voice wavered for a second, feeling the biggest urge to just pull Alan close and cry at the unfairness of it all. He had been telling the truth. These appointments weren't easy for him either.

They never got easier.

“But…I need you to be brave, okay?” Scott asked with a small comforting smile, “Can you do that for me?”

Alan blinked up at him, his face all scrunched up and eyes undeniably wet.

Scott’s gut twisted, getting a feeling that he may have a full-blown waterworks on his hands.

It wouldn’t have been the first time.

Alan’s shoulders dropped, and the kid nodded with a pout, still looking as miserable as ever.

“I’ll…I’ll try….” Alan mumbled weakly, still looking as miserable as ever.

Scott smiled softly, “That’s my good boy….”

Alan looked down at his chair restraints, and began to fiddle with them, but his fingers wouldn’t cooperate with him.

It should be easy…But it wasn’t.

Alan tried weakly tugging on it, his bottom lip beginning to tremble. Alan tried to undo it again, but instead of it coming free, his wrist and fingers began to hurt.

While his wrist braces stopped him from doing any real damage, Alan really wasn’t supposed to be so rough with them or any of his limbs-

Why won’t they unbuckle already?! Isn’t anything easy for me anymore?!

“Oh, baby…”

Alan’s eyes widened as a much larger hand than his own, gently undid his restraints.

Alan looked up and found Scott smiling sadly down at him.

In the time Alan was struggling with his car chair, Scott had grabbed his satchel and walked all the way around to Alan’s side of the car.

Alan frowned, “I almost had it, Scotty….” Alan huffed with a grumpy pout, crossing his arms across his chest.

His arm braces made a scraping noise as they met each other.

Scott smiled fondly, “I’m sure you did, sweetheart, but it’s time to get out of the car, okay?” Scott ran his hand through Alan’s hair, smiling as Alan complains-

‘Hey! You’re messing up my hair!’

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop….” Scott chuckled softly, holding his hands up in surrender, “now come on, give me your hands...”

Alan dropped his pout, unable to stay mad at Scotty. Especially when, deep down, he was terrified of what this day entailed. This chronic disease had taken over his life, and he didn’t know how to deal with it.

He didn’t recognise himself anymore…

Sometimes there were just days where he would crawl into one of his big brother’s arms and cry the day away.

Alan put his hands in Scott’s much bigger one, who took hold of them with a firm but gentle grip.

“Okay, be careful now….” Scott slowly guiding Alan out of the car seat, “one leg after the other, good, that’s it-“

Alan’s legs instantly buckled as they touched the ground, causing Alan to cry out as gravity pulled him to the ground.

Strong arms caught him.

“Whoa! I got you! I got you… ” Scott comforted, stabilising and taking some of the weight off Alan’s trembling and seriously wobbly legs. “It’s alright….”

Alan whimpered, leaning heavily against Scott, struggling to find his balance. His legs were slipping about like there was ice underneath him, instead of concrete.

“Sweetie?”

Alan ignored Scott as he finally got his feet to stop slipping, his eyes lighting up as he looked up at Scott to cheer his victory-

Alan’s knees gave out. Why?! Alan thought beyond frustrated and upset, his face scrunching up.

Why was this his life now?!

He hated that his limbs were so weak that he couldn’t even walk without assistance! Or that he practically had zero balance!

It just wasn’t fair!

He hated it; he hated it all!

“Oh, baby…” Scott lifted Alan’s chin up gently, his expression terribly sad as he wiped away tears that Alan didn’t even realise he cried. “Don’t cry, I’m here, it’s alright….”

Alan hiccuped, his bottom lip trembling as he tried to get control of himself. Emotionally and physically…

Stupid legs…

Scott sighed softly, “Do you want me to get your hover-chair out of the car, Allie?” Scott gently stroked Alan’s fringe to the side, regarding Alan with a sad frown, “it’s okay if you need to use it….”

Alan sniffled, shaking his head.

“No..” Alan mumbled, determined to get his footing and walk, even if he had to lean heavily on Scott to do it. “I…I wanna…I wanna get this..”

Scott frowned slightly, debating if he should let Alan try one late time or not. The first option wins out with a weary sigh, “okay….”

Alan took a little step forward, holding on tightly to Scott’s arm. He wobbled dangerously, and Scott moved to step in-

But Alan stabilised himself, his leg braces finally starting to help support his weight. Alan looked up at Scott with a little smile, a bit uncertain and scared, but nonetheless happy. “see?”

“I see…” Scott smiled proudly, even though he knew that Alan was very much leaning on him still for support.

Seeing Alan happy these days was a rare sight, so he wasn’t going to ruin it by mentioning it.

But they were going to be late if they didn’t get moving soon, Scott thought with a frown, looking at his watch.

“Okay, we better get going, kiddo….” Scott locked his car, and began leading Alan towards the hospital. “or we’ll be late for your appointment….”

“Oh..” Alan’s smile dropped, that miserable expression appearing once again as Alan took a wobbly step to follow Scott, “Okay….”

TBC...

[siren-virus]

Luckyboy!AU thing. So I went looking some stuff up, and I can perfectly imagine that Ben would name himself Nekomata, the name for the lucky cats in japanese; you know, because he wants the victims he rescues to have luck in their lives and to bring some of that to himself. However this confuses the Plumbers a whole lot, after all, why would a vigilante want to bring to himself and the others luck in education and love? Green Nekomatas bring luck in education and pink ones (close enough to magenta) bring luck towards love. Spoiler: Ben didn't know what the colors mean, he just thought that the lucky cats bring luck in general to people. His stickers could be coins in order to keep up the theme, or it could be some kind of cats to keep the cat aesthetic.

I also need some fluff between the different "people" (still don't know which noun to use to represent both humans and aliens that isn't "beings" (kinda uncomfortable using that one, since it also encapsulates non inteligent creatures) ) that visit the coffee shop while Ben is working there, like some conversation that he would have with Rook or Gwen, or how he could give some ideas to Cooper over the next technological thing to create/modify, a chat with Kevin about what alien technology he could sell to the civilians that would make him money AND avoid the eye of the Plumbers (and his vigilante persona too if they aren't dangerous)

Would his parents and Max surprise visit him to the coffee shop? I'd imagine that they would, not only to see him but also to have an excuse to give him money in the form of tips without being returen the money XD "You guys just gave me a big ass tip" "Well we just happen to like the service" "I GAVE YOU A GLASS OF WATER" "We REALLY like your service *wink*", meanwhile, Max's watching everything from the table sipping his own extravagant coffee (don't tell me he wouldn't find a way to add some tentacles to his coffee one way or another, forcing Ben to make one that way XD)

Also, what would happen with the love interests that Ben had in the prime dimension? Would he have met any of them in this timeline? How would his relationship with them be? Would any of them come visit him to his job?

Also also, I imagine that Ben would ask grandpa Max any time some of his friends want a tour through the Plumbers HQ to give them all a pass of some kind and do the tour himself (sometimes with his grandpa by his side, sometimes it's Rook, sometimes he's alone, and the best of times he would be with the other Plumber kids going alongside doing lots of pranks at the same time)

I wonder how many charms does Ben have in his home, since some of them are really useful and would help in a lot of things, like I imagine he would use a light charm and reduce his living costs that way, or a heating charm for the same effect.

Finally, I have to say that I love that animation you did of Ben hating early mornings (and if he was out all night and went without sleep, then thank fuck he works at a coffee shop XD), and that tiny detail of him snapping his fingers with both hands, it's just, ugh, I LOVE IT, it reminds me of The Addams Family opening theme. Maybe whenever he does a spell he does that double hand finger snap as a way to focus himself? It'd be a funny easter egg for anyone who would be able to discern it (aka Jimmy, 'cause let's be honest, he would totally find a way to link the double snap with the show somehow, and he would be totally right XD)

Damn dude, I love that whole thing. He would totally choose that name without thinking about it. Nekomata... Rolls off the tongue nicely.

Fluff, eh? People is good enough.

With Gwen, like I said in another post (did I? maybe...) Their conversations would be brief, usually Ben just trying to get a rise out of his cousin to force her into a chat.

Rook is similar, their conversations are brief, but if Ben asks the right questions, serves him a particularly good drink, saves extra amber ogia tarts for him. Rook would be more than happy to indulge. They don't talk about plumbers business, Rook's smart enough to know not to exchange information with a civilian. (Even though Ben probably knows it already.) More, Rook discusses Earth culture with Ben, trying to play catch up with slang, sometimes he'll even indulge some info about his home planet, his friends, family, and girlfriend.

I don't believe Ben and Cooper would talk much, the only reason he's in the cafe is because Manny, Helen, and Alan (if he's not working) forcefully dragged him from the lab, kicking and screaming.

"i'll have an espresso shot. with some honey too... please." Is the only thing he'll before engrossing himself in what tech he managed to bring along.

The one with Kevin is interesting, I do like the idea of Ben tryna push Kevin in the right direction. But Kevins love of tadenite, and the fact he sells weaponry would propbably prevent that.

Instead Ben would try to get as much info from him as possible, subtly giving Kevin a little extra when it comes to info exchange. Kevins lips are sealed. Unless Ben decides to spill some info on Gwen. Kevin plays dumb, but it's easy to spot his interest.

Absolutely, Max, his parents, AND Patelliday all come for visits. At first his parents would be super cautious entering the cafe, they did their best to try to make Ben quit and find a "normal cafe" to work at. They also did their best to convince Ben to move back in. They would deffinitely use any excuse under the sun to tip Ben. They make regular visits on saturdays for morning tea. They don't stick around long though, aliens still spook them a little.

Max and Patellliday - are a unit- would always order a drink together. Max going with the basic Flat White, with some tentacles, of course. Patelliday going for the Boba Fish Tank... they have to restock their gold fish tank every week.

Ben has a good poker face, having to make such a... variety of drinks, and watch how his customer drink/eat. It leaves scars...

Love interests.

Well with Julie, Ben unfortunately never got the confidence to ask her out. But they're really good friends still. (Ben also learned as he got older that not every girl he's friends with wants to date.) Julie comes by the cafe every now and again, always checking if Bens there first before entering, she still managed to get Ship surprisingly, so Ship is always happy to get a pupacino, can't drink it or anything. Just happy to smoosh his face into it.

With Kai, they never had that meeting when they were 10. She comes to Bellwood every now and again, she and Gwen are surprisingly good friends. They clash alot though.

Kai comes by the cafe sometimes too, Ben think she looks nice, but they've had no interactions. (She's not a coffee person, just a water gal.)

Esther, there's no meeting between them, as Ben that is. However, Esther can't deny she feels something towards Nekomata. The guys charming.

I think there's another girl, but I can't remember ;;;

Tour guides? At plumbers HQ? Much as Ben would love to guide his friends around, the amount of jailbreaks that happen there is too many (the plumbers have shit security)... He's not even allowed there most times unless there is someone capable by his side.

More often than not Ben would be disappointed to see one of his regulars, Fist Rick out on the streets the day after he was arrested.

Yes yes yes!! Ben uses a lot of his mana on little things to make his life easier and more convenient. This also comes at the cost of using too much energy, so normally he makes sure to do this when he knows he doesn't have work.

Thank! I work best when I have a visual setting ;; Maybe I should switch careers to be a vis dev.

Also ngl, the whole finger snapping thing, Idk where that came from ;; Could be a cool easter egg thingy

Some days Ben has to be stopped from drinking the coffee. Mr Baumann (yes, he's the head honcho) threatens to send Ben home on those days.

[shinigami-dispatch-association]

Hey there, could I get the same headcanons like last time only with all the black butler characters included ??? :'D

Also what would happen if I called Sebastian or Claude a nanny ? xD

Thank you, you're one of my favorite writers ! X'3

Cute Crawlies 🐛🐞🪲🕷 Headcanons

Of course you can! I’m really glad you enjoy my work! Not going to lie, it took a minute to remember characters that weren’t reapers. In my ideal world, they’re the only characters, lol.

Grell (again):

She is surprisingly willing to catch and hold bugs with you.

Though, she definitely does it more to see how happy you look than anything else. It’s not really her thing.

But, she does enjoy whenever there’s a lady bug. She really understands the whole ‘black and red’ thing. 🐞

Expect, just, so many bug-themed pet names. So, so many.

Her perfume is very floral so bugs are constantly landing on her.

Will:

Overall, Will is pretty passive about the whole thing.

He definitely has a favourite. While looking longingly at a hive, you once heard him say that “bees are more efficient than everyone at the dispatch combined”. So that answers that question. 🐝

No matter what, he will always prefer watching and feeding the birds more than insects.

At the very least, he has finally stopped feeding the birds insects.

Ronald:

The two of you could watch dragonflies for way too long.

“They’re just so...fast. And shiny too, obviously.”

Watching him try and watch a dragon while it’s farting all around him is like when a cat is trying to chase a bug, just contrast head swivels and confused looks. It’s adorable.

Alan:

Alan grows flowers in a small garden in his backyard. You didn’t realise how perfect it was until spring.

Every now and then, the butterflies will flock to the flowers by the dozen. Similarly, they’re his favourite. 🦋

On the days when he’s feeling sick, the two of you will just curl up in the backyard and let them land on and around you both.

When he is getting a little antsy, dates at butterfly gardens are a very common occurrence, given he’s feeling up for it.

Eric:

Couldn’t find a gif, so he doesn’t get one :/ but, Taisuki Saeki is 🥺🥰😍 so I won’t complain

It’s all about the beetles, man... they’re just so colourful and cool looking... 🪲

In his opinion, the weirder looking, the better. Like, those ones with crazy horns, he loves those.

Plus, he’s not afraid at all of holding whatever you manage to catch. He can hold his hands together really tightly to keep in any would-be escapees.

He is allergic to bees and wasps, though. You better be careful...

Othello:

If you think I’ve used this photo before, no I haven’t.

Bold of you to assume he isn’t just as interested in bugs and insects as you are.

The two of you spend an unhealthy amount of time just...walking around the mortal realm.

When it comes to identifying different insects and spiders, he’s almost as good as you. Almost.

He pretends to not have a favourite, even if it’s obviously spiders. 🕷

He has a pet tarantula named Thera after Theraphosidae. Be careful, he seems to think that cages and the like are optional.

Undertaker:

Just to add to his strange personality, his favourite insects are ants. 🐜

There are multiple glass boxes with anthills around his parlour, and it’s not the only bug-themed decor.

There are walls of- dead- bugs in cases around the place.

While you prefer to just watch and catch them, UT actually keeps a collection, and judging by the size of it, he’s been at it quite a while.

Sebastian:

“I don’t understand the appeal of such a creature. They are much to similar to the creatures we have where I’m from.”

No matter how hard you try, he never seems to have a favourite when it comes to bugs.

Actually, scratch that, his favourite thing about bugs is how you look when there’s a cool one in the garden.

Since the whole ‘Sebastian’s a crow’ thing, I’m really tempted to say he eats worms. So that’s an optional headcanon...unfortunately. 🪱

Claude:

Curse you for making me think about Claude...

“Bugs are horrible creatures, really. So many of them are just brutal parasites,” he says, almost self-aware.

As a rule of thumb, he isn’t a fan of bugs. Except spiders, he fucking loves spiders.

In fact, he keeps a few as pets around the manor. Yes, they all have names.

Remember how I said Will would let birds eat bugs. Well, Claude skips the middleman and just eats them himself. It’s something about being a spider, I guess...

Meyrin:

With her eyesight, she’s a great helper when it comes to identifying different species from afar.

Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for working up close.

But, she is more than willing to show you around the manor gardens, especially if her and Finny had seen an influx of insect life around the area.

She doesn’t really have a favourite. She likes all the colourful/fluffy ones equally. Especially moths...

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Being called a nanny 🧑🏻‍🍼

Sebastian:

I mean... Ciel really is just a modified toddler with anger and abandonment issues, really tho.

He probably would be pissed but try to hide it. Maybe just, like, a slight twitch.

Claude:

What is Alois if not a little child made up of trauma and flamboyance

This asshole would rip your goddamn arms off and feed them to you. He never wanted to deal with Alois, and you have the audacity to make fun of him for it? Torture! Torture for a thousand years!

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I hope you enjoyed the splatter of words that I call thoughts. My requests are always open, and I’m glad you’re liking my work! Have a good day ~<3

[kjack89]

Man I always get whiplash from your blog layout, it's great. Anyway, 44 (Tentative kisses given in the dark.) for exr *eyes emoji*

Sorry not sorry about the blog layout XD

Anyway, this was supposed to be something else, something sweeter, but then this happened, and, well...

ExR, modern AU, developing relationship.

Enjolras dumped his bag on a table in the backroom of the Musain and started unbuttoning his coat, though he paused when he saw Grantaire, Joly and Bossuet at a table in the corner, their heads together as they discussed something with what looked like urgency.

His curiosity piqued, Enjolras wandered over to them. “Not to use ableist language, but if you believe that, you’re cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs,” Bossuet said dismissively, as Joly nodded in agreement.

Grantaire snorted. “Not entirely sure that’s ableist, though General Mills may sue for copyright violations. Besides, I’m not the one who’s apparently lost what’s left of my marbles.”

“Look, copyright violations aside, I think Bossuet’s got a point—” Joly started, but Grantaire cut him off.

“Oh, sure, take his side like always,” Grantaire sniped.

Enjolras cleared his throat and all three startled before looking over at him. “Dare I ask what you three are arguing about?” he asked mildly, and to his surprise, Joly blushed.

“I wouldn’t call it an argument,” he hedged, glancing sideways at Bossuet, who nodded emphatically.

“Right, it’s really more of a disagreement.”

Enjolras raised an eyebrow. “Fine, what are you disagreeing about?”

Grantaire smiled blithely at him, the only one of three who didn’t look remotely abashed. “Whether Die Hard is a Christmas movie or not.”

Enjolras blinked. He had not been expecting that. “Uh...what?”

“You know, the holiday classic starring Bruce Willis,” Grantaire said cheerfully. “Which I maintain, if you’re going to allow films like It’s a Wonderful Life and Holiday Inn, which, let’s not forget, features actual blackface, to be counted as Christmas films, you also have to allow Die Hard, which is arguably even more Christmas-y since it actually takes place fully at Christmas.”

Grantaire said this all with absolute confidence, which bewildered Enjolras almost as much as Joly, who leaned forward to tell Grantaire, equally heated, “Christmas-y is not a word, and also, the point isn’t whether they take place solely at Christmas time, but whether they’re filled with, y’know, Christmas spirit. Which Die Hard is not.”

Bossuet cleared his throat. “What do you think, Enjolras?” he asked loudly as Grantaire stuck his tongue out at Joly.

Enjolras shook his head slowly. “Believe it or not, this is one area where I don’t really have an opinion.”

Grantaire raised both eyebrows as he did what he clearly thought was a comical doubletake. “I could die of shock.”

“Well, try not to, at least not until we have your mockup for the mutual aid fundraiser flyers,” Enjolras said sourly.

“And here I thought you didn’t value my contributions,” Grantaire said with a grin. “But seriously, you don’t have an opinion on Die Hard?”

“Oh, I have opinions,” Enjolras assured him. “I just don’t think they’re relevant to this particular debate.”

Grantaire fluttered his eyelashes at him. “As if that’s ever stopped you before,” he said sweetly.

Enjolras scowled. “You really want my opinion on if I think a movie featuring an extrajudicial cop qualifies as having the spirit belonging to a holiday devoted to capitalism and religious imperialism?” he asked sharply, and Joly and Bossuet had the good sense to look a little embarrassed. “Because in that case, I do have some fascinating insights on the ties between the military industrial complex and evangelical Christianity.”

Joly and Bossuet grumbled and turned away, clearly ready to continue the conversation without Enjolras, but Grantaire propped his chin on his hand and smirked at Enjolras. “Fascinating though your use of big words may be, you didn’t actually answer the question.”

“The question of whether I think Die Hard is a Christmas movie?” 

“Yeah.”

Enjolras looked at him flatly. “Is ‘I don’t give a flying fuck’ an answer?”

Grantaire’s smile widened. “Not so much, no.”

“Oh, so when you give me that as an answer during Les Amis meetings, I’m just supposed to accept it, but when it comes to inane debates about Christmas movies, it’s not good enough?” Enjolras asked sourly.

Grantaire nodded. “Pretty much, yeah.”

For a moment, Enjolras considered telling Grantaire that he should focus on more important things, but he could only imagine all the ways that would backfire on him. “Fine. Then Die Hard is not a Christmas movie. Happy?”

Grantaire cocked his head slightly. “I’d be happier if you could explain why you think that.”

Enjolras stared at him. “Because it just...it isn’t.”

Grantaire’s smirk was back, and his tone turned teasing. “C’mon, cite your sources, this isn’t your first debate, you know better than that.”

“I don’t have to cite anything!” Enjolras snapped. “It’s not a Christmas movie. End of discussion.”

“Then why did Bahorel wear a sweatshirt with ‘Now I have a machine gun, Ho-ho-ho’ written on it in red paint to an Ugly Christmas Sweater party last week?” Grantaire countered.

Enjolras blinked. “Wait, that was from Die Hard?”

“Of course it was from—” Grantaire broke off, something like glee lighting up his face. “Wait a minute, have you actually seen Die Hard?”

“I’ve seen parts of it…” Enjolras hedged.

“That does not count.” Grantaire stood up. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Go where?”

“My place,” Grantaire said cheerfully. “We’re watching Die Hard.”

Enjolras stared at him. “What? Why?”

“Because you claim to hate it but you’ve never even seen it,” Grantaire said, as if it was obvious.

“And what part of my description of it would make you think that I would enjoy it even if I did watch it?”

Grantaire snorted. “No one said anything about enjoying it. I just think you should actually have an informed opinion about something if you’re going to wade into such hard-hitting debates as ‘Is Die Hard a Christmas movie’.”

Grantaire’s tone was innocent, but Enjolras ground his teeth together, recognizing that he had said the same exact thing to Grantaire during a Les Amis meeting the previous week in regards to a debate on restorative justice and an article that Grantaire hadn’t actually read. “I don’t exactly have a spare two hours to waste on this right now,” Enjolras snapped.

“Sure you do,” Grantaire said cheerfully. “What else do you have to work on?”

Enjolras immediately blanked on any of the things he could possibly have to work on. “That’s– that’s not the point,” he spluttered, but it was too late. Grantaire had already taken his arm and was steering him towards the door. 

“We’ll be back in a little over two hours and twelve minutes,” Grantaire called over his shoulder, and Enjolras sighed resignedly.

“I am so going to regret this.”

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Die Hard, as it turned out, was everything Enjolras had suspected, and then some, and about a half hour into it, he shifted on Grantaire’s couch and tossed a look over at Grantaire, who had thus far been more silent than he’d ever been at any Les Amis meeting. He could barely see Grantaire’s face in the dark room (Grantaire had insisted they leave the lights off for a ‘true cinematic’ experience), and was sorely tempted to elbow him or many any number of snide comments when he noticed Grantaire’s lips moving, just slightly, in time with Alan Rickman’s character speaking on screen.

“Are you...mouthing the lines of the movie?” Enjolras whispered, and Grantaire waved a dismissive hand.

“Shh,” he said. “And yeah, so?”

“So of all the movies in all the world, Die Hard is the one you have memorized?”

Grantaire gave him a look. “What part of shh don’t you understand?” he asked.

“I could ask you the same question during every Les Amis meeting,” Enjolras said, a little sourly. “Besides, since you clearly have the movie memorized, it’s not like you’re going to miss anything.”

Grantaire sighed but relented, half-turning to face Enjolras. “Fine, if you must know, Die Hard happens to be my favorite Christmas movie and, honestly, one of my favorite non-Christmas movies as well.”

Enjolras wrinkled his nose. “Ok, but...why?”

Grantaire made a face. “You’re going to think it’s dumb.”

“Dumber than the movie itself?” Enjolras asked, only half-joking.

Grantaire gave him a look. “Because responses like that are so likely to make me want to confide in you.” Enjolras held his hands up defensively and Grantaire sighed again. “Honestly, it’s my favorite movie because of John McClane, because...well, because he reminds me of you.”

“He – what?”

Enjolras wished he had come up with something more eloquent to say, but luckily, Grantaire didn’t seem to notice, as he was busy avoiding meeting his eyes. “Well, y’know,” he said, shrugging uncomfortably. “Saving the world, or at least Nakatomi plaza, by any means necessary because you realize that sometimes the system is broken and to do the most good, sometimes you’ve got to do it yourself.”

Enjolras opened his mouth to respond and immediately closed it again, mostly to swallow his immediate reaction which was to vehemently deny any similarity between himself and a cop, because despite himself, he knew that wasn’t what Grantaire meant.

Or at least, it better not have been.

“Well,” he said, after the silence between them had stretched to almost uncomfortable, “the comparison to a police officer aside, thank you for, y’know...saying that.” Grantaire nodded stiffly and Enjolras cleared his throat to try to make the moment less awkward. “So, uh, if I’m John McClane, who does that make you.”

Grantaire snorted. “Oh, Argyle, definitely.”

Enjolras gave him a look. “Be serious.”

Grantaire smiled, but it was a pale imitation of his usual smirk. “I am wild.”

Enjolras nudged him with his elbow. “So who?”

Shrugging slightly, Grantaire leaned back against the couch arm rest. “I dunno, probably one of the hostages that dies or something.” Enjolras just looked expectantly at him and Grantaire sighed. “Fine, I always thought if I was like anyone, I’d be most like Holly.”

Enjolras blinked. “John McClane’s wife?”

Grantaire nodded. “Yeah, she’s badass and not afraid to give heroes and villains alike a piece of her mind.”

“You do have that in common, I suppose,” Enjolras said with a light laugh.

“Yeah, but more importantly than a mouth that won’t quit, she doesn’t have to be the hero,” Grantaire continued. “She’s there to help and do what she can, but at the end of the day, it’s John McClane who saves the day, and she’s just along for the ride. And when it comes to Les Amis, and saving the world, well…” He trailed off. “I may be a lot of things, but I think we can both agree I’m not a hero.”

“I don’t know about that,” Enjolras said automatically, and it was hard to say whether he or Grantaire was more surprised. Grantaire stared at him, wide-eyed, and Enjolras flushed before adding, “I mean, uh…”

He trailed off, not able to actually find the excuse he was looking for, and after a long moment, Grantaire forced a laugh before looking pointedly back at the TV. “Well, in any case, spoiler alert Holly also gets the hero in the end, and that we can definitely agree is not in the cards for me.”

“It could be.”

Enjolras would never know what made him say it, but as soon as he did, he knew he meant it. They’d been dancing around this, and each other, for years, and if he didn’t say something now, he wasn’t sure there was any other time that it could happen.

Even if it was happening with John McClane killing vaguely European henchmen in the background.

“Enj—” Grantaire breathed, but Enjolras had already closed the space between them, cupping Grantaire’s cheek with one hand before kissing him lightly.

It was a quick kiss, light and fleeting and a little hesitant, because awkward kisses in the dark while Die Hard played was like something out of high school and Enjolras hadn’t been any more sauve in high school than he was now, but then Grantaire’s lips parted with a sigh and he kissed Enjolras back in earnest.

They broke apart sometime later, Die Hard long forgotten in the background, and Grantaire’s grin was so bright that Enjolras almost forgot the lights were off. “If this is your idea of Christmas, I gotta be here for New Year’s,” Grantaire murmured, and Enjolras raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?” he asked, amused.

Grantaire’s grin didn’t so much as flicker. “It’s a line from the movie,” he said. “We can always watch the rest of it, if you’d like.”

“If only there wasn’t something better to do,” Enjolras said dryly before leaning in and kissing him again. 

When the movie finally ended, Grantaire pulled away from Enjolras and fumbled for the remote to turn the TV off. He looked back at Enjolras, a slow smile spreading across his face. “So, uh, what’s the verdict - is Die Hard a Christmas movie?”

Enjolras pretended to consider it. “You know, honestly, I didn’t actually see a whole lot of the movie.”

“Shame,” Grantaire said, grinning.

Enjolras nodded. “Yeah. Guess that just means we’ll have to try it again sometime.”

“I’m pretty sure that can be arranged.”

Grantaire leaned in to kiss him again but Enjolras stopped him, resting his hand lightly against Grantaire’s chest. “You do realize we’re not going to watch Die Hard every time we want to do this, right?”

“Of course not. There’s also Die Hard 2, Die Hard with a Vengeance, Live Free or Die Hard—” Enjolras groaned and Grantaire laughed, leaning in and kissing him lightly. “Well, we’ll figure something out.”

“Yeah,” Enjolras said, kissing him again. “I’m sure we will.”