#Bim tag

[who-scrambled-my-ocs]

If Lucas could've adopted Baby Bim (by normal or by evil-parent-eating means), what would raising an infant look like for him and Bruno?

Part one

He’d been Hunting

He’d been stalking the duo

The Intent, the Magic, the Cruelty in their gazes

It had sung to him

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They’d been hunting too

A group of friends, a group of laughter, careless joy and harmless fun

A sheer feeling of innocent invincibility

They had been Hunting

The Magic in their hands, on their lips and in their shadows

Encircling and ensnaring and exploiting

It had Reeked

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He’d had them

His Magic seeping through his veins

The excitement, the Hunger

He’d had them dancing at his fingertips, so close-

He’d

Stalled

Something had hiccuped behind him

Past the path they’d ran from him

He almost had them

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He hadn’t noticed them hold a carrier

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It laid on the side of the alley he’d ambushed them in, in the middle of their hunt, haphazardly tossed, almost overturned really

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Brown tear filled eyes stared frozen at his sea-green ones, cheeks streaked but silent, merely hiccuping as quiet as possible

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They’d ran

Without it

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“Caro you cannot be serious” Bruno is walking wide eyed after Lucas as he pushes the stroller- it was new, when had he even found time to buy one already- further inside their house while still stubbornly rocking it, refusing to look his husband in the eye-

Bruno grabs his hand, forcing him gently but firmly to stop, to please listen “This is not- you brought in a child!”

“Caro keep it down, they’re sleeping”

“The bambino, Lucas- Caro it’s Human!” He almost hisses in his exasperated whisper, pouring everything in those words, everything they knew as Lucas keeps silently rocking the stroller

“We’re old” he says finally, a huff almost to it “We’ve gone past our retirement ages ago Bruno. It-it won’t be as long, we don’t have to worry like when we were young, we wouldn’t even be separated by decades, even if we live longer” Lucas says quietly, uncertainty caught in his voice despite his steadfast stance, eyes flitting back to the stroller he was rocking gently and away from his husband

Bruno sighs heavily, but there’s a sort of resignation in it despite himself as he glances at the bundle in the stroller, something fond already in his smile as he sees the baby was actually awake

The baby gurgles and babbles silently to itself as it raises a little fist up, making baby grabby hands and lightly kicking a leg as it held a new baby ring in its other hand, silently entertaining itself all on its own, all curious expressions and deep concentration

It looks up and suddenly freezes as it catches Bruno’s eyes, looking like a deer caught in the headlights at the sudden attention it was being given, eyes so very wide they were practically sparkling in the light, and Bruno chuckles softly as he reaches out a hand towards the baby

“Ciao, Stellina~”

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“Uhm, shee doll? Shee, you can play with her”

Lucas pauses in the hallway with a smile, laundry basket resting on his hip with one hand as he listens in to his Stella’s attempts at words

He’d already grasped several vowels and consonants so rapidly fast Lucas had almost felt jealous, remembering his own struggles at learning the human tongue

He silences his laugh at the memories, listening in with an amused and fond smile-

“No, papá sh-aid, sh-aid no magic alone”

His smile drops to an alarmed frown immediately, snapping his fingers and letting the shadows carry away their laundry as he walked closer to the bedroom beside his own

“Papá sh-ays magic can-can give euhm, boo-boo”

“Stella? Who are you talking to amarino?” He asks softly, his eyes scanning the room sharply as he walks in with one hand still on the doorknob

He sees nothing. Nothing but a kid with a curly mop of hair, bright rosy cheeks and beautiful brown eyes staring up at him with a finger by his face

There’s two cups of pretend tea placed on the floor, accompanied by two plates with two real cookies on each, on a little purple blanket on the floor strewn with toys

One plate is in front of him, the other across from him halfway in the shadows of a corner

His cookie lies untouched

The second cookie had a bite out of it

A hand gestures at the corner before Lucas can react, a frown above a mouth trying out his words

“Nona!”

Lucas frowns “Nona? Mio caro?” He asks, stepping a lot closer and swooping his heart up in his arms, scanning the shadows intently but seeing nothing “Do you have a friend, mia stella?”

“Nona” He simply repeats in Lucas’s arms, fiddling with the doll still in his hands “She likes cookie”

“Does she now?” Lucas asks softly, trying to hide the tenseness in his shoulders as he looked around

It hadn’t been the first time

Imaginary friend? Or something more

He pushes it away for now, smiling instead “How about we ask babbo to make many cookies with you then huh? Some pignoli-“

“Yesh! Yesh yesh!” Arms raised up in cheer before Lucas could even finish, and he laughs, booping his little nose

“We’ll make the best pignoli in the world-“ He freezes

It had been a single second

A single blink, forgettably easy to miss

But

He stares back in the room, eyes scanning again

He’d felt a brush of something-

“Papá?” Wide eyes are looking up at him, concern starting to seep in despite Lucas’s attempts to hide it

Focus

“Sorry stella, I thought I heard something” he simply smiles, kissing the little bundle’s forehead “Let’s go make those cookies huh?”

And perhaps get some scrolls ready from the basement

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“Stella! We need to leave!”

“Coming Nonno!” A rush of feet over the staircase, a yelp, and a tut of someone standing at the end of the staircase watching a little boy being carried by shadows safely down

“Bim, no running down the stairs, we’ve told you it’s dangerous”

“But papá-“

“No no, none of that. We’ll talk about it later again, now let’s tie your shoes-“

“I already did it!”

“What? Lemme see” Lucas reaches down to check and sure enough, they were two neat bunny ears on each shoe, snuggly and securely fit

Lucas raises a brow

“Did Nona do them for you?” He asks with a wry smile, biting back a chuckle as his kid bristled before him

“Nuhuh! No I did it! All by myself! I’m not a little baby anymore!” The stomp with his huff is adorable and Lucas can’t help the small laugh that escapes him, snickering at the pout it gets him

“I’m sorry Stella, you simply surprised me. You’re learning so fast I can’t keep up” he says amused, ruffling their curls as he’s greeted with a smug yet beaming smile “How about we go show babbo how well you did?”

“Yes! Babbo! Babbo look at my shoes!”

“No running-! Oh dear” Lucas chuckles, smiling fond as all the blobs in the house resumed chase after the bundle of energy, ready to catch his every trip and every stumble, allowing no serious harm

He could hardly protect him from every bump

But oh did he try

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“Why did you name me Bim actually? You-you chose the name Lucas for yourself papá, and that’s Italian just-just like you, babbo!”

“That’s because we found your name on your person stellina” Bruno says gently, both him and Lucas sharing a quick, furtive surprised glance at each, having not expected the question

Well, not now atleast

“And?”

“And?”

Brown eyes roll so hard it’s a wonder they didn’t fall out from behind Bim’s glasses, making Bruno snort despite himself, and Lucas gently tut through an amused grin

“We cannot read your mind stellina”

“Uh yes you can”

“But I won’t” Lucas reiterates, smiling wry as Bim huffs a little, yet he eases on the teases as he sees the restless energy return fast

“What do you wanna know about your name stella?”

“Well, why did you choose it? Why didn’t you pick another one like-like euhm-“ he stalls a little, thinking his question through as his parents waited patiently

He sighs “Why didn’t you choose one like yours babbo? Or like yours papá?”

“Do you mean, an Italian one?”

“Yeah”

Lucas and Bruno smile at each other, before Bruno pats the seat next to him, half hugging Bim as he took a deep breath

“Well, we tried to at first. In fact, we didn’t even know your name yet. But you didn’t like any name we gave you”

“Huh?”

“Yes” Bruno chuckles with a nod “We tried a few names, just a little to see if we all felt a connection to it. But, when we found your name on your old blankie in a little corner and called you your name, your face lit up” Bruno gestures with another chuckle “You gave one of your first giggles” he grins, gently poking Bim’s side as he tries to dodge and suppress his giggles, pushing at Bruno’s hands

“That’s not real!”

“I assure you we’re being completely honest” Lucas chuckles, pushing aside the paper he’d been reading “You’d already decided what your name was, it didn’t matter what anyone else thought about it! You, already knew” he grins, giving a slight tap on Bim’s chest with a smile

Bim looks down at his hands as Bruno and Lucas share another look, and Lucas gently takes his hand in his

“Do you like your name, stella?” He asks softly, watching Bim shrug

“I guess” he says, that lingering uncertainty still hanging in the air, of why his name wasn’t same as theirs

Why he wasn’t part of their connection

Lucas gently pats his hand “Bim. You are our son. Nostro figlio. No name, blood, or any magic will ever change that. Even if you wish to find and bond with your birth parents, or your birth family, you will always be in our hearts, and always be home here” he says softly

“We will have your pignoli, and your cristallo, and your abito viola-“

“Babbo”

Bruno chuckles softly, half hugging him as Bim huffs a bit in embarrassment

Oh the time when he’d proudly shown all his favorite stuff off without a hint of awareness

Time had flown

“Our point is, you are family to us, no matter what stellina”

“And” Lucas adds on to Bruno’s words, smiling soft as Bim looks up “You may choose any name you like, whenever you like, just like I did. Just like you did” he says softly, gently holding Bim’s shoulder, letting the words sink in

No matter what

He was their bambino

He was their stella

[thecompasspoints]

okay everyone mark “hoot growl” as your free space

[halcyon-autumn]

every extracurricular club Riz joined has had some plot relevance so here’s an increasingly unhinged list of guesses about how Sprak LeFevre’s aviation club will show up

The big bad can fly and the bad kids will have to use Sprak’s airplane in the final battle

Someone will spread the rage crystals via plane, and Sprak will help the Bad Kids figure out who’s doing it

Brennan just thought that ‘Sprak LeFevre’ was a funny name and wanted to use it

The weather patterns are about to get funky because of the rage god/Sol/Gallicea and Sprak will provide a clue about wind changes or something idk

There’s an invisible hideout in the sky above Elmville

Elmville is actually shaped like a magic symbol of rage and the bad kids will need to fly over the city to realize it

Magic plane? Is this anything?

Chungledown Bim is going to steal Sprak’s plane to finally shit in Fabian’s mouth

[a-cat-in-toffee]

bad kids avatar and victim headcanons lets go 🔥🔥

fig - obvious answer is avatar of the desolation (paladin of ankarna) but i feel like the stranger could also play into her impersonations of people tbh. (she would also make a pretty good slaughter avatar, music flavored obviously.) ON THE INVERSE my girl would absolutely be a stranger victim as well esp because of how afraid she is that everyone likes her for her facade and not how she actually is. I could totally see her being a victim turned avatar

gorgug - i think my first instinct would be either hunt/slaughter because barbarian. rage. duh. but i think hes got real buried vibes HEAR ME OUT it is CONSTANTLY talked about how gorgug is too large for places + he had to crawl through a small and enclosed space in the forest of the nightmare king

adaine - you would THINKK she would be the eye because she's an oracle but you'd be WRONGGG my girl is SOO lonely/vast coded absolutely. someone who felt isolated at every turn, never had friends,w as never enough for her parents, small and insignificant, she is SO vast/lonely

fabian - junior year fabian was super lonely victim but i think there's something about living up to bill's legacy that is inherently slaughetr yknow i think slaughter avatar and lonely or hunt victim

kristen - desolation. the church of helio. need i say more. okay i probably need say more but i htink it kind of speaks for itself. being the chosen one for the literal Sun God. fire without flame. on the exact inverse shes also very avatar of the dark coded, rejecting her "destiny" and embracing cassandra, a goddess of night and doubt, that plays well into darkness and the obscuration of facts.

riz - i think riz is the easiest, he's an avatar of the eye and a victim of the lonely. honestly if i were to make a magnus archives fantasy high au he would be the archivist probably. i feel like he's also web touched because of kalina

bonus content

tracker is an avatar/victim of the hunt, kalina is an avatar of the web, chungledown bim is an avatar of the hunt, and baron is an avatar of the lonely.

[faeriescorpio]

Bim: Are you… you know.

Yandere: Am I what?

Bim: You know… snart.

Yandere: ???

Bim: snart.

Dark, sighing: Yan what is ‘snart’ backwards.

Yandere:

Yandere: …fart?

Dark: TRANS.

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Okay so hear me out-

[lucylucex2007]

yeah

[incorrect-quotes-egos]

Wilford: Live fast, die young, leave behind a pretty corpse! That’s what I always say!

Bim: You should say something else.

[junipernoon]

[Image Description: a digital drawing of Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Nightvale. Cecil is a Native American man with tanned skin and long white hair parted on the right side. He is wearing heart-shaped sunglasses that are reflecting the desert sunset, and a brown jacket over a button-up shirt. His belt buckle, earrings, and bolo tie are also shaped like hearts. Cecil is depicted from the thighs up in a desert during sunset. The dunes and cacti behind him are entirely in shadow against the colorful, streaked sky. He looks to the right, his hair blown by the wind, as he pulls his jacket closer to his body. End Description.]

Long time followers know I’m a cranky brown woman and one of the things that makes me cranky is the use of American South West aesthetics without homage to the Indigenous and Black Americans and Mexicans that invented the aesthetic. My Cecil is Native (and your question should be “which tribe?!” But I haven’t decided yet. I’m pondering.) He started going gray when he was a teenager and had fully white hair by the time he was 25.

Also I love how this came out! The sky!! The plants!! The sunglasses B-)

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

ok but consider

chungledown bim

[k2-truther]

Alright I don't have 6 characters yet, but I have enough to start work~ starting with our terrifying king, chungledown bim! Fun fact, I listened to the chungledown bim creation thing on dropout and I had to make him progressively grosser as it went on.

[ashesofangst]

OfficialBimTrimmer

I bring my experience with OfficialBimTrimmer, who is a groomer, manipulator, and genuinely a sick person.

Warning for grooming and manipulation as my experience includes that.

Only reason I’m sharing through GoogleDocs because it’s a lot of images, and it may take a long time to put it all together in a thread.

Please know this isn’t an attempt cancel this individual, just warn others. Do not send harassment anyone’s way, thank you.

[lostcybertronian]

YOU WANT CREATIVITY?

Google Blue/Bim with "I need help" and/or "No one's perfect"

"Hey. You!"

Blue paused in his half-distracted stride down the hallway, his thin eyebrows lifting almost comically as he looked around to see who was speaking.

"Yeah. You!" Bim's head poked out of the studio door. He gestured at Blue furiously. "Get in here. I need help with this."

Blue heaved a digital sigh and designated his current task to second in the queue.

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Bim's game-show set was in disarray; props scattered everywhere, and one of the contestant's podiums flipped onto its side.

Blue studiously ignored the blood spatter arcing across one wall, and instead came to stand at the base of the elevated stage. He was under the impression Bim needed his help cleaning the set before he was next set to film, and he opened his mouth to make a derogatory remark about Roombas and being compared to one, but Bim cut him off.

"What color should I pick? I feel like chartreuse would really make the neon lights pop, but I really love blue. It needs to be perfect."

Blue reconsidered. "Statistically speaking, nothing can be perfect."

Bim leveled him with a glare. Placed his hands on his hips and cocked his weight to one side. "Don't be an ass. This will be perfect. And you're going to help me."

[umbraastaff]

Who would win in a battle, the THB or level 20 warlock chungledown bim

depends where they are in the story. i think chungledown bim could wreck their shit not mechanically but specifically because it's funny. however, chungledown would fall if they had a signature Competent Woman at their side.

i also think he would make for a fun full-on bossfight... fight him on a ship with a bunch of other pirates and/or sea animals and/or sylvaire stuff goin on.

[redfurrycat]

🚁🪰🗡️🚁Medicopter 117 au with Flyboys & Daggers🚁🪰🗡️🚁

Three-people teams doing rescue missions in the German/Austrian Alps. (in this particular AU the location would be somewhere else in the US obvi)

A Pilot - An Emergency Doctor - A Nurse Anaesthetist

(In this order, we have)

Mav - Goose - Carole

Ice - Wolfman - Hollywood

Charlie - Penny - Slider

Chipper - Sundown - Merlin

Jake - Coyote - Payback

Phoenix - Rooster - Bob

And soooo many other possible trios, some a mix of Flyboys/Daggers! (I couldn't list all of them, but imagine. the. POSSIBILITIES.)

With

Mecanicians: Hondo, Halo & Mav

Base secretaries: Warlock, Fanboy

Boss: Viper, then Ice & Cyclone

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Various guys