#But this au is very much a work in progress

[redd-blushing-roses]

A Visit From the Wilson's

word count: 3.7k

pairing: (FarmhouseAU Bucky Barnes x reader)

warnings: allusions to a previous miscarriage. nothing overly sad in this one. just some more fluff.

summary: you and bucky invite the wilson family over to share some exciting news!

notes: helloo! here with another farmhouse au fic. i'm still working on the next part for its fear (i haven't forgotten) it's just taking some time. hope you all have a wonderful friday and happy fourth if you celebrate!

enjoy reading :) ------------------------------------------------------

It’s hot in the kitchen, the smell of barbecue ribs and smoked meat wafting through the sliding door as you come in. You step in from the backyard, a small basket of peaches from your trees in your arms. 

Bucky carefully flips over the meat he’s watching, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbow, metal hand gleaming. 

You were both preparing lunch for the Wilson family, your favorite company who visited the farm. Your only company actually.

Bucky didn’t let many people visit the farmhouse, worrying it might compromise your safety. And especially now…

Bucky smiles as you come behind him, feeling your arms wrap around his torso, the small swell of your belly gently pressed into his back.

“It smells divine in here,” you say into his shoulder, Bucky’s hand coming to rest over yours at his waist.

“It better. It’s Sarah’s recipe.” You hum, letting him go, your fingers lingering a moment longer than they should. Not that he was complaining. You move towards the fridge, beginning to pull out the food you’d prepared for your friends. The large garden salad, fresh lemonade, cold pasta and potato salad. All the works. 

Only the best for your friends. 

Bucky couldn’t help staring as he watches you move around the kitchen, his eyes only leaving when he needed to turn over the meat. Ever since you found out you were pregnant, he’d been extra observant. Making sure you had enough water, helping you around the house when the nausea became too much to do anything, making sure you never felt alone in your discomfort or pain.

You were just past the halfway point, your belly past the questionable bloated stage and now a prominent bump, 24/7. And you both loved it. 

You loved waking up every morning to see the progress. No matter the insecurities which whispered in the back of your mind about weight gain and your changing body, they were always drowned out by the evidence you were carrying a new life. Those small flutters you felt, like a small fish wiggling and sliding, made you giggle every time you felt your baby move. Your precious baby, not even here yet and already so loved. 

By you and Bucky both.

Bucky loved coming up behind you and resting his hands beneath your bump, he loved laying on the couch with his body on top of you (very carefully of course, he was a big guy after all) his ear pressed against your belly as he listened to his baby’s heartbeat. He loved listening to you late at night when you both couldn’t sleep, heads tucked close together, taking in your hopes and excitement about the future.

It was hard, you wouldn’t lie. Between being sick almost every morning and feeling so tired you couldn’t help the naps you had begun to take every afternoon; between Bucky’s nervousness at how silently you took on any aches and pains and his own insecurities at becoming a father, of being in charge of such an innocent life. 

And of course the breath you both held during those first 12 weeks, waiting for you baby to be in the safe zone. 

It was hard. But so worth it, the joy you both shared overflowing. And now you were finally ready to share that joy with your closest friends. 

“Buck, have you seen the cloth napkins?” You call out from the hall, digging through the cabinet where you kept the linens and tablecloths. 

Bucky looks around, spotting the laundry basket full of folded napkins you had washed and pressed the night before, sitting by the kitchen table. 

“They’re in here doll,” he cranes his neck to look down the hall at you, flipping another piece of meat with a sizzling pop. 

You sigh, quietly kicking yourself as you remember you had put them there so you wouldn’t have to go looking for them. Pregnancy brain was no joke. 

You come back in the kitchen, setting up the table with the napkins, placing silver cutlery around every place, fingers gently moving the flowers in the vase so they sit just right.

(the flowers Bucky had brought you this morning, surprising you as you got ready with the small pink and blue bouquet) 

Bucky chuckles at the way you pay attention to every detail, making sure all the chairs are spaced just right, the food laid in the right order on the counter; seeing to it that Alpine had her own food set up and was taken care of, asking Bucky if he needed anything- you were going to be a great mom, he was sure of it.

“Hon, everything’s going to be alright.”

“I know,” you lean back against the counter, watching as Bucky plates the meat, covering the dish with foil and setting it in the spot you had saved on the counter. Your hands rest against your bump, fingers gently tracing the space where you can feel the baby move. “I just want it to go well.” 

Bucky licks a bit of sauce off of his finger, coming beside you, his hip gently resting against yours.

“We don’t have to tell them if you’re not ready.”

“No, no I am,” you sigh. “I just… after what happened last time…” you trail off, trying not to relive those memories, bloody and heart wrenching. Your eyes are distant, mind adrift in the pain of loss, your fingers gently caressing your belly, reminding yourself your baby is alright. Bucky pulls you into his arms, kissing the top of your head, softly whispering your name into your hairline. You look up at him, grateful for how caring he was. “I just don’t want to have to disappoint anyone again.”

“No one was disappointed. Not in you,” Bucky reassures you. He pats your hip, bringing his hand up to the side of your bump in a comforting manner. “It’s going to be great, doll. I’m sure AJ and Cass will be excited.” You scrunch your nose, making a face. 

“They’re boys. The only thing they care about is whether or not you’ll show them how you can lift the fridge with one hand.” He shrugs. 

“Maybe.” You give him a smile, kissing him. He always knew how to talk you out of your anxieties, something which had developed over years of loving you, of learning your person, both inside and out. 

Bucky tilts his head, listening. You glance at the open door, watching as Sam’s blue pickup truck pulls up besides your car. You take a breath, looking down as Bucky takes your hand in his, giving it a squeeze. 

“I love you,” He tells you, his thumb brushing over your bump. 

“I love you too James.” You kiss him again, and move into the living room, pulling on one of your new oversized button up shirts. It hung on your body in just the right way, hiding the bump and its prominence. You give Bucky a little twirl, and he nods. 

“It’s cute. You sure you don’t want to just rip off the bandaid? Have them see you as they come in?” You shake your head, heart racing at the thought. 

“No, it’s better to wait. I think.” You hear the truck doors open and slam, Sarah’s voice echoing in the driveway as she sternly reminds the boys not to close the door so hard. You don’t have time to rethink your plan, instead putting a smile on your face as you move to the screen door, opening it with a creak and stepping onto the porch.

“There she is, my favorite Barnes!” Sam locks up his truck, shuffling over to you and pulling you into a hug. You smile, trying to discreetly keep him away from your belly.

“Hi Sam,” You pat his back, the screen door opening behind you as Bucky steps out. 

“I’m not your favorite birdbrain?” He glares at Sam, a smile breaking through before he can fully commit to the bit. 

“Of course. She’s the one who actually lets us know you’re still alive between missions.”

“Alright, well..” Bucky trails off, Sam pulling him into a hug. AJ and Cass both give you polite hellos, although they’re rushed as they clamber over to Bucky, their voices running over one another as they ask him about his arm and the fridge. 

You give him an amused look as he rolls his eyes, playfully throwing Cass over his shoulder, AJ jumping on the balls of his feet as he tries to get Bucky to pick him up as well. He's so good with the boys- he's going to be a great dad. You just know it.

“Nice to see some things don’t change,” Sarah says as she comes from around the truck, a plate full of macaroni and cheese in her arms. 

“Sarah,” you smile, giving her a hug, mouth watering at the thought of her dish. “I have been dreaming about this macaroni,” you say, pulling away from the hug, your finger gesturing towards the dish. 

“It is to die for. Thanks for having us over,” she says, handing Sam the dish as Bucky leads him and the boys into the house, the kids loud and joking around. “You look good.” Sarah looks you up and down, her eyes observant. 

You flush, trying to keep your smile controlled. 

“Thanks. And of course! We always love having you over. Bucky would never admit it, but he enjoys talking with Sam. Even if it’s just about which bad guy they’re going to take down next.” Sarah smiles, giving you a small laugh.

You can feel the baby move and you have to resist the urge to caress your belly like you usually do to calm them. Sarah looks at you oddly, as if she can sense your hesitance. 

You try not to let her gaze wander for too long, ushering her into the house before she can get a really good look. You knew if she looked too closely, she’d see the way your belly seemed to protrude a little too far into your oversized shirt, a little too bloated to be considered normal. ------------------------------------------------------Lunch is served with smiling faces and laughter filled conversation. 

AJ and Cass fawn over Alpine like they always do, the poor feline giving them a grumpy face as they pick her up, playing with her paws gently. Bucky and Sam get into playfully heated conversations about Captain America duties and different missions they’d gone on (You occasionally had to intervene, resting your hand on Bucky’s knee as you try and defend his argument, although most of the time you had no idea what he was talking about).

Sarah catches you up on her small business and her meal prepping service. You were always so in awe of how generous the woman was, how caring she was with both her family and her whole community. You admired her as a person and as a mother, hoping to be just as thoughtful and intentional as she was. 

Bucky’s hand never strayed far from where it rested on your knee, reminding you he was there with you the whole time, knowing you were nervous waiting for the right moment to break the news to your friends. 

“Man,” Sam says leaning back in his chair, most of the food devoured by all of you. “That was good. Sarah you got competition.”

Bucky laughs, embarrassed, and Sarah gives him a playfully competitive look. 

“He better not. Or I’m taking my recipe back.”

You chuckle, looking down as Alpine jumps into your lap, snuggling into your belly like she usually did. You pet her gently, listening to your friends, an absentminded smile on your face as the feline purrs, safe from the boys who are running around in the backyard now. 

“You know, I wasn’t sure about it at first, but farm life has treated you both well,” Sam nudges Bucky’s arm, your husband's brows furrowing. 

“What?” he laughs, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, before you were Captain America’s sidekick (Bucky glares seriously) okay, before everything that happened with the shield, you two were all skinny and depressed.”

“Sam,” Sarah chides, her head tipping as she raises her eyebrows. 

“Oh no, I know why. But I mean, look at them now,” Sam gestures between the two of you. “You both have a certain glow about you, like you’ve gotten some decent meals. Not to toot my own horn, but it’s got to be that southern influence, come on.” You laugh.

“I guess.” 

“He’s right though, you both look different.” Sarah says, eyeing the both of you, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Happier, I think.”

You and Bucky look at each other. He smiles at you knowingly, eyes glancing down at your belly on instinct. Alpine is still snuggled against your body, your fingers gently splayed in her fur. 

You bite your lip, your heart racing. Bucky squeezes your thigh, likely hearing your nerves, a reminder he was right there beside you. He nods, encouraging you. 

“Well,” you begin, sitting upright in your chair. “We actually invited you both here to tell you-” The words are lost in Sarah’s squeal of delight, Alpine jumping out of your lap as Sarah gets out of her chair, enveloping you in a big hug. 

“I knew it! I knew it,” you laugh, Sam giving his sister a confused look and Bucky smiling amusedly. “The moment I saw you outside, I just knew it!” 

“Knew what?!” Sam asked, confused. “What were you going to tell us?”

Bucky opens his mouth to answer but Sarah is faster, giving her brother a look. 

“Oh, come on Sam. You were just going on about ‘southern influence’ and ‘the glow’. Look at them!” 

Sam looks at the both of you. Really looks. 

At your glowing cheeks, a bit softer and fuller than when he’d last seen you, the large button up shirt you wore, not your usual style. 

At Bucky’s flushed nose, the warm smile which seemed permanently fixed in his eyes, the way his eyes kept drifting to your midsection. 

Sam narrows his eyes, thinking he might understand. 

“Wait…” he trails off. Bucky laughs at his confusion, standing from his chair to come beside you as you stand as well. 

“Does this give you a clue?” You open the large shirt, running a hand over the small swell of your bump, barely popping. 

“No shot,” Sam whips his head to Bucky. Sarah laughs, her hand squeezing your shoulder. “You! And You!” He points between you both. “Parents!” 

“It’s hard to believe, I know.” Bucky smiles down at you, his hand at your waist. Your hands have drifted to the top of your bump, the baby fluttering beneath your fingers, as if they missed you during that long hour of trying not to touch your belly. 

“Dang, congratulations man!” Sam rounds the table and pulls Bucky into a hug, the man beaming with pride. Sam hugs you as well, gently giving you a squeeze, telling you how happy he was. 

The smile on your face doesn’t seem to disappear as the Wilson siblings laugh and congratulate you. The relief you feel is tremendous, and the excitement is almost overwhelming. 

“How far along are you?” Sarah asks, her hands clasped in anticipation. You sit back down, everyone following. Bucky slides the fruit bowl over to you, already anticipating what you wanted, and you accept it gratefully. 

“I’m about 22 weeks now. We wanted to wait to tell you until...” you drift how, exhaling shakily. You should be surprised at the emotions which had suddenly cropped up, but everything had been so overwhelming lately, there usually wasn’t a day where you teared up. Bucky finishes for you, his hand reaching over to envelop yours. 

“We just wanted to make sure everything was all set before we told anyone.” He gives you a gentle smile. Sarah nods, Sam giving you an understanding look. 

“That’s good. Give you a little time to enjoy the news just for yourselves too.” You sniffle, laughing. 

“Yeah,” you say, grateful for your friend. She winks at you, beaming.

“You know the gender yet?” Sam asks.

Bucky chuckles, thinking of all the debates you’d had over the past couple of weeks. 

“We don’t find out till this weekend.” 

“Ohh, I was wondering what kind of doctor’s appointment you had on Friday,” Sarah points to the calendar on the fridge. You kick yourself again, remembering you were going to remove it before they came. “What do you think it is?”

“I thinks it’s a girl,” you smile, hand gently caressing your belly. 

“Really?” Sarah asks, surprised. “You sure? You carry like I did with the boys. All outward not spread.” You roll your eyes. 

“That’s what Bucky said. He thinks I’m having a boy.” Sam makes a face, turning to Bucky.

“How do you know how women carry babies?” Bucky takes a sip of his drink, ears red. 

“He’s read the books,” you whisper to Sam, your friends eyes going wide with surprise. 

“No, I haven’t,” Bucky shakes his head laughing. (He had. When your pregnancy book had went missing you had eventually found it in the garage, a large grease stain on its cover. Bucky went red as a tomato when you'd asked what he was doing with your book)

“Well, I’ve skimmed them, but that’s not how. Steve’s mom was a nurse. Learned a lot about babies at his house.” You smile. 

 “I don’t know, I just have a feeling. Like last time.” Bucky’s eyes trail to your bump again, and it’s your turn to squeeze his hand comfortingly. 

“You should listen to her Buck. She’s usually smarter than you,” Sam jabs, already laughing at his quip. 

“Hey,” Bucky glares playfully. They begin to argue and you roll your eyes, standing and leaving the table to pull out the icecream and sliced peaches you had set up for dessert. Sarah comes over to help you, asking Sam to get the boys in from outside.

“I’m really happy for you both,” Sarah says, leaning over the counter as she watches you dish up dessert. 

“Thank you, Sarah. That really means a lot.” 

“Woah.” You hear the boys clamber in, their eyes on your larger figure. “Are you having a baby?”

“Yeah, uncle winter-soldier is daddy winter-soldier now.” Sam nods. Bucky makes a face. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“Cool.” “Congrats.” The boys both say, Sarah nudging them both. AJ turns back to Bucky. 

“So, can you lift that cow with your metal hand?” 

You laugh. Your heart has never felt so full.

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Bonus:

Your leg bounces against the plush armchair. Excited. Nervous.

It was Friday. 

Bucky comes back from the small check in counter, where he was turning in the clipboard you had filled out. He grunts as he sits on the footrest next to you, legs spread, a hand running through his hair. 

The doctor’s clinic in town was small. Private. Safe. 

You both didn’t have the best track records with doctors, what with Bucky’s experience with HYDRA tainting any medical experience he’d had and with your old boss breathing down your neck about medical check ins and health concerns. 

“I’m so excited I feel like I could throw up.” You say, hands resting on your bump, feeling the small flutters of your baby. Baby girl? Or baby boy? 

Bucky gives you a small smile, rubbing your shoulder gently. 

“I know. Still positive it’s a girl?” 

You nod. “I can just feel it.” 

He sighs, mumbling something about how you’re always right. You frown as he looks down, his face downcast. Worry creeps into your chest. 

“Buck, are you okay if it’s a girl again?” Maybe he didn’t want a girl. Maybe, after last time, he’d set his hopes on it being a boy, as if the gender had anything to do with the health of your baby. You frown. Maybe he didn’t want this baby.

Bucky looks up at you, registering that you asked him a question. He’s surprised to see your eyes misty, mouth parted as if words are trapped, your mind running a mile a minute.

“What? Of course I’d be okay if it was a girl.”

“Are you sure?” You whisper, and Bucky realizes you were going through one of your anxious spirals. You’d gotten them more frequently since becoming pregnant, overwhelmed more easily. He takes your hand in his, kissing your nose gently.

“Of course. Boy or girl, it doesn’t matter. I just want them to be healthy.” You nod. 

“Me too.” Bucky cocks his head, giving you a knowing smile. 

“You want a girl though.” You bite your lip. 

“I really do.” 

“That’s okay. I’d like to have a mini you running around the house.” You smile and quietly thank him with a hug. 

“Mrs. Barnes?” A nurse stands beside your chair, smiling (She’s a little in awe of how affectionate the both of you are, of how despite the quiet air of damage and grief, there’s still so much love between the both of you). “Are you ready to see baby again today?”

The gel is cool against your belly as you lay on the examination table, Bucky beside you helping you situate your shirt. 

“Alright, let’s check up on baby. Are you finding out the gender today?” You look up at Bucky and he nods, giving you a smile. 

“Yes. But we can hear the heartbeat first, right?” The doctor gives a small laugh, grabbing her ultrasound wand. 

“Of course. Is this dad’s first time hearing baby’s heartbeat?” You bite your lip. 

You couldn’t tell her that your husband was the one who got to hear your baby every night, his ear pressed against your belly as he drifted off, no matter how uncomfortable the position might be.

“No, we’re just excited to hear the baby again,” He answers for you, giving you a not so subtle wink. You smile. 

The doctor turns up the speaker for you as she gently rubs the wand over your belly, the soft thwump of the little baby’s heart filling the room. You close your eyes, memorizing every beat, every little change and pattern you hear. That was your baby. The culmination of yours and Bucky’s love for each other. 

You wipe away happy tears, eyes drawn to the monitor as the doctor turns it around. 

“There’s your baby. I see their beautiful little face. Everything looks good, all ten fingers and toes forming nicely.” Bucky leans over you, eyes intently scanning every inch of the monitor. That was his child. His baby.

God, he was already so in love with them, it was overwhelming honestly. 

“Now, let’s see if we can see what is going on between those legs, huh?” The doctor gently moves the ultrasound wand, coaxing the baby to let her see. “Oh, there we go, uncross those legs baby. Alrighty, perfect and we have…”

You crane your neck to see, a big smile on your face. Bucky laughs as you look up at him proudly.

“Congrats mom and dad. You’re having a baby girl.”

[mahimeghan]

Tetro Danganronpa Pink High School AU - Meghanverse [Masterpost]

Okay so! I was thinking that in order to give my Tetro Pink fics some more character development/have the characters seem more familiar with each other in a scenario where they’re probably interacting with each other less, I decided I would “translate” some events that happened during the game into more slice-of-life-esc counterparts. For example…

Sasaki stabs Yanagi’s right hand during Decision Game > Yanagi stabs himself while cutting tomatoes

It’s not as gnarly as it is in-game, but it’s still pretty bad, and his hand has to get bandaged for a while, which has him interact with Tsuno and get his nails painted by Hiroaki, etc.

Obviously this is going to have spoilers, so the rest is under the cut! I may update this later.

Hasegawa receives a brand during Decision Game > Hasegawa goes on a trip for a TV segment and gets really awful sunburn

He’s very particular about sunscreen. He decided to rawdog the sun since he didn’t have the one sunscreen brand he’s okay with on him. Evidently, this ended poorly and his limbs are all red and sore now and Kamimura has to apply lots of aloe vera

Hiroaki paints Yanagi’s nails

Pretty much 1:1 with canon. Came to visit Ojima, got Hiroaki, Hiroaki and Yanagi “bonded”

Sasaki kills Isono with a frying pan to get some sleep > Sasaki vents to Isono about student council work making it nearly impossible to sleep

It’s something of a shared secret between them. Yanagi sees Sasaki go back to her room, but like the gentleman he is, he doesn’t bring it up.

Hiroaki gets Sasaki’s journal from the reward swap and reads it > Sasaki leaves her journal in the dining room by accident because she’s not slept, Hiroaki reads a few pages before returning it

He doesn’t get as “close” to Sasaki because he only reads like five pages, but he does brag about reading it when she’s not around. Which of course means…

Yanagi beats Hiroaki up for snooping in Sasaki’s journal

Without the adrenaline, this gets deescalated quicker than in canon. Hiroaki’s face is still bruised, but he just has a chipped tooth, not a missing one, and no broken eye socket

Chiba takes up climbing to get to the vent > Chiba sees Tamba climbing during the sports festival and takes an interest in it

Fujioka’s sports festival has an event where you climb a rope as high as you can indoors. (They had this at my grade school so I’m stealing it, okay?) Tamba doesn’t have a ton of time on her hands, but Chiba has more now, so she spends a lot of time honing the skills Tamba teaches her when they do have time to meet up. Slower progression than in canon, but eventually Chiba can climb to the ceiling

Harada uses and then disassembles the ladder to hide Chiba’s cause of death > Harada is tasked with putting high decorations in the auditorium for the sports festival. He thinks disassembling the ladder will make for easier travel but then he can’t put it back together

Harada is officially banned from ladders after this incident.

Yanagi tries to reassemble the ladder but cannot due to his hand injury. Kamimura expresses empathy because his body doesn’t agree with him often

Pretty much 1:1 as in canon, but the stakes are lower

Sawa is allowed in the school > Sawa is not allowed in the school

Let’s be real with ourselves, Sawa was an accident waiting to happen. She’s not allowed on school grounds for safety reasons but everybody knows she exists and gets backpack trips sometimes because Yukino loves to post about Harada and Sawa on social media

Speaking of Yukino…

Yukino visits often, be it for school plays, sports festivals, or just to walk home with Harada after class

And another mundane thing:

The students have dorms but they can go home as well

Nice for all the homebodies.

Hama and Wada read manga together because of the rewards swap > Hama and Wada read manga together for a more mundane reason

In Japan, students are often tasked with staying after class to clean the classroom. On one of these days, Wada and Hama are tasked to be the cleaners. Hama doesn’t show up right away, so while waiting for him, Wada reads some manga. Hama inquires about it when he gets back, which starts their unofficial book club.

Okazaki is still a villain

I feel like anything less would be a disservice to her character. She’s still stalking Tsuno, but probably not being as evil to Wada because something tells me she’s off torturing Ninomiya or something instead. She engages in shoplifting, thievery, and generally fucking with people and making their lives worse.

Hiroaki comes out to Yanagi after he asks for advice on women

Pretty much 1:1 with canon again, but Hiroaki doesn’t get outed. Nor does Kamimura, since there’s no reason to

Finally, to end this on a high note:

The ramen trio goes out for ramen, Watari gets to be Hama’s sister for a day, and Yanagi flies out to Azumino for a day with Hayashi

That’s all I have for now! I’m not sure how to integrate some of the later game events because they’re so killing-game dependent (for example, I don’t think Watari would be depressed outside of the killing game and I can’t think of a reason for Hasegawa to get an eye injury.)

Also I didn’t wanna go and make the staff teachers bc a lot of them suck. And I don’t really intend on writing them in classes anyway.

Feel free to use this AU for your own slice of life stuff if you’d like! I wish it had a better name than “Meghanverse” but i really do not know what else to call it lmao

Also here is a fic I wrote that takes place in this AU! I updated it to link back to this post in case people get confused lol

[tamaytsuki]

I have 3 assigments due this week and all i can think about is these gay space idiots.

-> Finished Art!

[gossippool]

clownpool anyone? <3

when logan joins a circus troupe to replace the previous lion tamer, wade immediately catches his attention. his costumes are bright and symbol-clashingly loud, and his presence on stage not only matches that energy, but it's unbelievably graceful. he hand-sews all his costumes, and oftentimes wears short sleeves and skirts with gloves and stockings. on rare days, though, he wears the jumpsuits.

it's different when the curtains are down and the stage lights are off. wade is friendly enough, but he never talks. some of the troupe don't even know if he can. they tell logan that he walks so quietly that he often scares them without meaning to, so they've taken to making him wear bells everywhere. (they kept having to increase the number of bells, because he's somehow insanely stealthy even with them on.)

he's just as strange as his clown persona, but in a subdued way. logan catches him sleeping in the most impossible places, mask and makeup off, toy unicorn always attached to him somehow. the first time logan sees wade without his mask is when he finds him sleeping, curled up like a cat, on the aerial hoop. it's how logan finds out that the scars he sees not covered by his stockings and gloves cover his whole body.

some of them tell logan in whispers that his house burned down as a kid, hence the burn scars. some speculate that he was the one who did it (logan finds out much, much, much later that this is true--he'd burned down the house of his abusive parents, fully intending to get burned down with them, before the firemen raached the scene and pulled him out. logan also finds out just how deep wade's self-loathing runs. it's during the very bad days that he wears the jumpsuits to cover himself up.)

logan initially planned to maintain a cordial distance from him. everyone else seems to be quietly fond of wade, but also slightly scared, and he can't say he blames them. but soon he can't escape wade.

he finds out that wade really loves his lions. he sits next to their cages and pets them, and plays with them on the training ground when logan isn't looking. he doesn't know how wade keeps getting them out of their cages, but he's seen wade asleep draped over them once. the lions seem to love him too.

logan eventually lets wade hang around whole he trains, and he talks to wade and can tell he listens. he can tell wade trusts him.

and one day wade opens up.

[rustingcat]

Pokemon au comics

Kara’s adventure begins! Follow Kara on her quest to be the very best:)

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[somedecrepitcryptid]

A Ghost macaque au????? Me?????

[clock-loves-rajbow]

Hiii! Huge fan of your rajbow fanart. But I got a question for u. do you know Danganronpa? Cause if you do then I have a fan art idea in mind where Bowie and Wayne are masterminds of a killing game basically and raj is the protagonist. So we be getting a kinda unhealthy Platonic Wayne and a Rajbow cause well... They had reason, the try to get raj on their side so that he can help them spread despair. Yeaaa... If you don't know Danganronpa, do a quick search about it.

Anyways hope you get this, have a good rest of your day or night.

I do like danganronpa!! (Even tho I’ve never played it, but the aesthetics are peak)

This au isn’t exactlyyy what you asked but I thought it was a bit more of a spin on the usual formula. Without getting too long into specifics the idea is that after the Tragedy that ended the world, Chris used his media power to host his own killing games: Total Death Island (lmao)

He’s done this with four other casts (the other seasons) but when it gets to the reboot things don’t go according to plan. Mid-way through the game Bowie finds a few hidden pathways Chris stalks and with the work of Wayne they kill him in a surprise attack.

They still don’t know where his base of operations are but they come into control of a portable remote Chris used to control the game while outside the main control room, and with it gain a large control of the killing game. With this power in their hands they steel to protect Raj while also finding a way out for the three of them.

Though things get a little morally dubious when Bowie keeps letting the game go on, letting everyone but Raj continue to be in danger. Power like this isn’t to be trusted to anyone, not even his boyfriend. He’s doing this for his own safety, after all. So until they find the way out, it’ll be his and Wayne’s little secret :)

[minnow-doodle-doo]

I haven't been drawing much this summer, but both Batman comics I'm working on have such different art styles and yet they both start in the same sort of frame lol

[ask-indigo-park-swapped]

WELCOME TO THE TETHERED ISLES!!!

[a cluster of floating islands drifting above a valley. ropes connect the isles together and keeps them bound to the world - recently cleared to explore, the isles are full of mystery and adventure!]

<RAMBLEY is now unavailable for asks.> <LLOYD is now unavailable for asks.> <SALEM is now unavailable for asks.> <THE SERPENT is now unavailable for asks.>

MOLLIE arrives to the main island of the TETHERED ISLES. She looks around the TETHERED OUTPOST, watching merchants and explorers milling about and interested in a new location to explore. She sees RAMBLEY nearby, assisting in supplying the new Outpost. She spots the TRADER in the crowd; the enigmatic merchant that usually stays in the Snow Line seems to have followed the excitement to the Isles. She spots RUTA in the crowd; an experienced and respected explorer that freely offers ominous but helpful advice.

Clutching her bag of supplies, Mollie is struck by indecision.

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also, because i think its funny, heres the original sketch for one that cool sidescroller esque art up there:

its literally just blobshsjdghsd

[themagicoolcat]

drawing my fella :))

[not-youranswer]

Hi guys! I started to write my first fanfic because I need to get this idea out of my head. 🫠 It's basically going to be about Andrew and Neil meeting on their mid-twenties, Andrew is still with Kevin and they've gone pro. Neil is working as a tailor/shopkeep in high end tailor shop. It's about the intimacy of taking the measurements from an interesting guy and the fleeting touches and the yearning. (I hope)

I'm going to post the first part under the cut and I would love if someone could give me some feedback! 😩🙏🙏

The smallest bell above the old oak door tinged, as Kevin ushered Andrew inside the mysterious tailor shop.

"My my Day, getting chivalrous in your old age?" Andrew asked, with what could be called a sneer as he took in the shop.

It was dark in tones, but not devoid of light. Old and slightly worn wooden structures held few sample suits, with more arrays of fabric samples that Andrew thought was possible. Kevin huffed behind him as Andrew reached out for a few samples. The fabric was silky smooth, feeling more like liquid than what-could-be-garment.

"Don't patronize me." Kevin said behind him, crossing his arms. "We both know you never would've come here if it wasn't for me practically dragging you in here. And this event is /important/. All the biggest sponsors are in attendance and we both know that you /need/ new ones. And you need the perfect suit to go with it to give the proper impression."

Andrew tried to tune out Kevin's much heard speech about this god-forsaken sponsorship event, being weirdly thankful after he heard some scuffling up ahead.

Small, well compared to Kevin at least, old and wily man appeared from behind a curtained wall where Andrew could only assume the fitting rooms were. His grey eyes were sharp and calculating under his dark and bushy eyebrows, and it made Andrews skin crawl. His hair was thick and coarse next to his ears but thinning and greying near the top. His age made him hunched over a bit, but he still held himself proudly and clearly with hidden strength.

Andrew decided not trust this man and pushed his hands in his pockets while Kevin stepped forward, his almost-best paparazzi smile on his face.

'"Aah young mister Day!" the older man greeted him with a well-oiled smile, perfected for customer service and warmly shook Kevin's hand with both of his.

"Hello again mister Krawiec. I'm glad you could make time for us." Kevin smiled back with a small nod, until his eyes darted towards the back. "Is uh.. /he/ here?" He asked bashfully with a small nod towards the back.

The older man's eyes glinted after the question as he took a glance of Andrew.

"Yes yes, young master Nathaniel is indeed present. You wished for him if I'm not mistaken." He said with a sly smile.

Andrew wasn't sure what he thought about this whole.. young master-business the old man had going on, but he didn't let it show. He had perfected his press-facade of calm indifference after multiple notes from his coaches and one Kevin Day. He shifted his weight, uncomfortable with Krawiec's gaze.

"Yes, my friend Andrew here is not that.. accustomed to being taken care of by talented tailors and I know your skills here are beyond measure." Kevin smiled at the man who finally left Andrew alone while he nodded at Kevin.

"I shall fetch the young master to you." The old man nodded and turned on his heels.

Kevin turned to grin at Andrew who just raised one unimpressed eyebrow.

" 'Young master'? Now who does that remind me of ... Oh yeah!" Andrew glared "The slimy bottom feeder that is Rik-"

"It's not like that!" Kevin hissed, eyes darting after the older man.

"This is an old business, run by his family and they just have a certain way that things are done..!"

Andrew scoffed and opened his mouth for a witty retort of some sort, but was cut off by a clear and pleasant voice.

"I am most apologetic for making you misters wait. There was a-" The curtain parted and a head of auburn hair came through, followed by a tan young man with a slim build and neat, grey suit.

Andrew quickly scanned the new addition to the room, taking note of his scarred hands and face, missing a breath when noticing his piercing blue eyes that glinted dangerously within his calm facade. The arrivals full lips stretched into a mischievous grin after his eyes glided from Andrew to Kevin.

"You should've called me that you needed something from us! I wouldn't have bothered with all of this!" The arrival laughed and immediately slackened his tie while walking towards Kevin and giving him a tight squeeze of a hug.

Kevin returned to the hug with a small laugh.

"Someone needs to keep you in your toes or you're slacking" he grinned to the auburn haired man, whose eyes had zoned back on Andrew.

"I think I've had enough toeing around for one lifetime." He quipped and scanned Andrew shamelessly from head to toe, making the blond flush a bit, but he still answered the stare steadily.

"Who did you bring Kev?"

"Oh sorry!" Kevin floundered and gestured to Andrew.

"Andrew, this is Neil. Neil, this is Andrew, who is in /dire/ need of a suit."

It was curious to Andrew that this Neil-person didn't try to offer his hand, or even took a step forward, but simply nodded in acknowledgement while smiling slightly.

[shoshimakesstuff]

CHARACTER AESTHETICS — @loveduringthewar's LIVVY FOX

[malkaleh]

ooooh so I would love to hear more about Helen Norwich, and about how the English Civil War might have gone in that 'verse!

Helen, I don’t know if I said but she’s Norwich’s niece. Which I want to be clear, he never did anything to her but OH BOY. She was also born not that long after Tom Cromwell escaped him (Helen was born in 1523) after he’d been expecting to be his older brothers heir for so long (his brother had been married twice before Helen’s mother with no children and they had Helen late in their marriage).

Helen is very quiet, very considered and sensible - but she is beautiful which Norwich, after his Annoyed At Her Existence was like ‘…oh yay BARGAINING CHIP’ - it meant he could hold her wardship and then find an appropriate husband for her that could best benefit him.

(Helen was preparing to make the best of this she could - at least Norwich didn’t actually give a fuck about the actual management of the Earldom and she’s fairly sure that any husband he would pick for her wouldn’t either and would be happy for her to stay in the country with their children while he was at court so…she’d have that at least, in between whatever cruelty)*

*I’m fairly sure Norwich wouldn’t suffer like extreme cruelty because Status Thing and Status Thing Only but also he would totally not care if Helen was miserable or not.

She gets the Earldom in her own right in the end and makes it a really lovely place again - I think Welles Hall is actually particularly famous for fine wool(s) but I’m still working that out.

The Civil War in OT3 verse is me going ‘what if I flip things and the Restorationists are pissed about the increasing democracy + their colonial attempts got slapped down HARD’ essentially.

Essentially there’s this but I’ll babble some more!

Baron Hugh Wake (Of Liddell) is based on a real historical family - the first Baron had a daughter married one of the sons of Edward I by his second wife. It is however by his son (in our history both of the first barons sons died but here his oldest lives) John that Baron Hugh is descended.

King Hugh/The Restorationist King essentially begins the rebellion, well I’ll go from my notes:

Started it after his father, son and some of his sons friends were going to be jailed for human rights abuses. Believed that England should be an Empire to be great, should expel all the Jewish people, should become a Christian nation and revert to the ‘natural order of nobility.  

(They attempted to start a colony in what we would call North America. (The Spanish had previously been kicked out of South America in a story that is not mine to tell but does happen). They failed Miserably)).

There are whisperings about the changes Thomas and Mihrimah make and things do happen but they really start in Turhan’s reign. And then it goes on and becomes louder. About how Not White, Not Christian the royal family has become. About how there are Jews and Muslims and…in England. About how there is no imperialism, no ‘glory of empire’ and how people are being penalised for trying to make one by like jail. 

So we get to Henry VIII’s great great (I think that’s enough greats!) grandson Arthur (Jahan) II (I call him Arthur II because of the Tudor Arthurian Fandom Thing). His first child is a daughter and he decrees that she’s going to be the heir regardless of any brothers born afterwards. The royal family takes the final steps to expand representative democracy. Also the eventual restoration king’s son, his sons friends and his father are jailed for a failed attempt to colonise North America. They rebel at all of the above (it is possible that I a biracial jewish etc woman am Having Some Feelings). Arthur is eventually beheaded, there’s a Restoration King for the same time Oliver Cromwell ruled and then..Arthur’s daughter Charlotte Askala is invited back. 

The Restorationist Reign included a lot of awful things happening - like I mentioned the reform schools here

But that was very much the idea - they also did that to the children of nobles etc who weren’t restorationists. It’s pretty heavy history and I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately (including Gregory Cromwell’s descendant(s) and how the chest with the Triads letters etc survived). The King Arthur Jahan was beheaded, his wife and daughter sent into exile. (I love them as well). Then Charlotte Askala (his daughter) is asked back because the whole thing falls apart after Hugh’s death (he’d styled himself essentially as protector of the realm for the quote ‘true king’

There’s a whole bunch of other things that will come up in the modern day with this universes version of the Abdication in the 1930s but I will stop now! (Also the other thing to know about Hugh is that he has two children he loves deeply - his son ended up in luxurious exile and never had children but his daughter had three daughters of her own but because Restorationists do not accept inheritance through the female line they are never going to be able to be held up as heirs which is a whole other Fuckery related to the abdication).

[unproduciblesmackdown]

spontaneous expressions of wynnstannery (re: winston quant kid 2 billions)

[lil-oreo-crumbles]

You know back when the AU was a comic, I was able to gloss over so much of the politics of Mewni Creek I was not well equipped to handle and focus instead on the relationships and bonds that were important to the story going forward and explain the new governmental system of this combined world after it had been established and the masses calmed long down.

But now? Now that it’s a fic? Now that I have to essentially re-start the Ovelia establishment and better flesh out her blossoming friendships and connections to the main cast?

I’ve really gotta buckle down and write the politics and post-Cleaved chaos don’t I.

Man…

[transdunbar]

seven sentence sunday monday tuesday

tagged by @wolfboy88 and @outcastpack !!

from chapter 5 of i don't really like me anymore:

As Derek stepped back, Isaac stepped forward and mimicked the older teen’s previous position of crouching down in order to be eye level with Jackson. Theo ignored whatever his boyfriend was doing for the moment and caught Derek’s elbow, dragging him aside and out of earshot of Jackson despite the soft surprised sound that Derek made.

“When did you give him the bite?” Theo asked. Derek furrowed his eyebrows, but Theo just raised his own right back at him, a silent challenge.

“The same night I gave it to you,” Derek answered after a brief moment. “He showed up at my house to ask for it about half an hour before Stiles called me.”

“Seriously? You bit him however many weeks ago and this is the first we’re hearing about it?”

if anyone wants to do this, consider yourself tagged :)