#Gus got the beanie

[pasta-stuffed-possums]

So, when Luz was revived, it was the Titan’s magic that allowed that to happen. But the Titan’s magic left her after she defeated Belos. So, what if that had ended her revival?

A tradition written in flowers, carried on by those graced by the one who left them all behind.

[ellesthots]

Fateful Beginnings

XLII. “2am”

parts: previous / next

plot: Bruce struggles to contain himself after your impromptu meeting.

pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x fem!reader

cw: 18+, arguing/belittling

words: 5k

a/n: i love them together so much AHHH even when they’re being them…

You’d found an old deli, Mallozzi’s, on the east side of the Tricorner bridge. The word sever echoed between your eardrums like a march; it was why you hadn’t called Bruce for backup, even though you were headed to Crown Point past sundown. 

Even the taxis were superstitious; Uber and Lyft hadn’t let you hitch a ride here at this hour, and the taxi driver who did made sure to drop you off on the closest main street—a quarter mile walk to your destination. You’d charged your taser this time, and set your phone to send all emergency contacts your precise location with only two clicks. You’d worn all black to try and blend into the shadows, going so far as to don black eyeshadow, lipstick, and a thick beanie beneath a baggy hoodie. A small insignia of GU was embroidered into the breast, the only thing you’d had the money to buy at orientation two years ago. 

The hustle and bustle was overwhelming downtown, but the lack of it here was eerie. Every splash of your foot in a puddle was loud enough to startle. Fall’s chill crept in with every passing day, a reminder that you’d helped get people off these streets. It helped steel your nerves. If they had endured frigid winters and the constant threat of violence, you could handle one meetup. Especially with Batman on speed dial. 

You winced. Severing.

The afternoon floated around your thoughts as you made your way through the damp streets, interpolated with particularly destroyed buildings that made you run away with stories of how heinous the flood had been. Wiped out this entire neighborhood. Some of it looked flattened. You stepped around a massive hole in the concrete; it started in the middle of the street, its arms reaching the sidewalk on either side. Maybe a pipe had burst in the flooding. Had they truly not had the budget to fix this place up? Never before had you seen such blatant classism; one of the poorest neighborhoods blown to shreds, untouched two full years later. People here didn’t give a single shit.

It had been too easy to convince yourself to come here—the situation at Arkham had perked your ears to something awry, and the timing of this was too convenient. You’d tried responding with some questions: what is this concerning, is this to the right person? but it hadn’t gone through. Whoever wanted to meet didn’t want to risk it being traced. Which only made you curious. You also wanted to challenge the idea that this was the most dangerous area of Gotham; you couldn’t trust a damn thing this city said when they made their priorities so transparent.

Taking this anonymous meeting was also a welcome distraction from having to deliberate on Dr. Crane’s orders, which distracted you from wondering what you’d do when you got home, which distracted you from your mom, which distracted you from staring into the abyss of likely having to start your life from scratch in a small town with no friends nearby, only potholed roads and weathered church buildings to talk to. And Walter.

Which distracted you from another glaring situation: whatever the hell had happened in his shower the night before, and the potential depth of that yearning. Your mind lingered there, haunting you. Taunting you. Last night had made everything real. Clicked so much into place. Why you kept coming back, why you felt so frustratingly drawn to him. Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne… 

Right. Severing.

Mallozzi’s looked like it might have been a great shop in its heyday; now, the shingles were half gone, windows busted, every corner encrusted with mold. Mildew and sawdust singed your nostrils as you entered, the glass door barely opening wide enough for you to squeeze through. A quick sweep of the room revealed you were alone. Stepping over broken glass and copious amounts of rat poop, you managed to find a single stool that hadn’t been ripped to shreds and situated there. Your heart hurt looking around, reminding you of how it felt watching mom and pop shops close up in rural Washington. The countertops had what appeared to be hand-sculpted designs on each square, color-coordinated with the faded faux awning above the destroyed registers. 

Two minutes, then five. The more time passed, the greater your inkling that following this had been a mistake. Would it have been so bad to ask Bruce to cover for you? Climb on a roof somewhere and keep lookout, just in case?

A hinge creaked ten past two. A hooded figure had wedged the door wider than you’d managed, and you thumbed your taser in your left hand. They had both hands tucked into their pockets, head down, and it was impossible to tell if they were a danger yet. Impossible to tell if this was even who you were meant to meet with. They’d given no descriptors, no street name. You opened your mouth, but they spoke first. Stating your first and last name like a bored secretary, with the voice of someone in their late twenties, maybe thirties. You nodded, apprehensive. “That’s me.”

They pulled up a stool you’d avoided, too encrusted in dirt that looked very much like poop, but the stranger dusted it off with the back of their hand and sat. Their hood was cinched tight. You could make out tanned skin in the light from the smoggy moon that danced off the puddles, but that was it. 

“You need to leave Gotham.” It wasn’t said like a threat, but it registered like one. You almost heard it in Bruce’s voice, and for a millisecond you considered if he’d set this up. Sent someone to unsettle you, convince you to leave. Maybe he’d figured you’d be more eager to listen to a stranger than the billionaire vigilante who definitely didn’t have ulterior motives for getting you out of his hair. 

“Why?” Wanting them to think you weren’t easily intimidated, you kept measured. Bruce may have been able to x-ray vision through your chest to see your pounding heart, but…

“If you don’t leave now, you’ll get yourself killed.” A shrill noise of air pulling into cold lungs, a small puff of air exploding between you. “Housing people in Point put a target on your back.” Another breath, increasingly shallow. Like being in here was a trigger. 

“Associating with Bruce Wayne was enough to save you for now, but do not count on it. If you can even trust him.”

As great your desire to follow the Bruce of it all, you narrowed your focus. Claiming to foresee your imminent death was quite the opener. “How do you know I’m a target?”

The stranger shuffled in their seat, teeth beginning to chatter. “Everyone who tries to clean up the city is. Especially young women.” 

“W—”

Their voice was firmer, stronger now. “Listen to me. Crawling around Arkham, City Hall, Bruce Wayne, Oz Cobb. You take one wrong step and you’re cooked.” You noted a subtle gleam in their eyes as they lingered on your sweatshirt.

“Why would they care about hurting me?”

“You’re sticking your nose in their shit.” Their voice was caustic now, frustrated that you weren’t rolling over and following orders. “Look what happened to the mayor. The task force she set up discovered the DA was funneling money to Arkham, yet the facilities remained unchanged. Next thing you know.” The stranger took their hands out of their pockets and slapped them against their thighs. “They all end up there.”

“What do you mean ‘they all’?”

“That’s precisely what’ll get you killed. Stop asking questions.”

Your voice rose without conscious awareness. “If something like this is going on in the city,”

“It is, and you aren’t able to stop it.” The stranger stood up to leave, and you mirrored them. 

“I could use my connections at G—”

“You don’t think we’ve tried that?” They whipped their head around so fast they gripped the crumbling countertop for balance. “You see any other young buck journalists out here? You stick your nose in shit, you’re gonna get shit. I left after my apartment got hit. Never looked back.”

“You were a journalist here in Gotham?” No wonder they’re giving me a warning. 

“And now I hide in bushes all day so they don’t remember I’m alive.”

You knew it was pushing it, but adrenaline was coursing through your veins. “Who is ‘they’?”

“Bye.”

“So other journalists have been killed here?”

“I might be the only one who hasn’t.”

Dr. Vry probably wanted to know about something like this; something to help protect the journalism students, maybe some leads into who had gone missing and when. She seemed so desperate for people to join the program, and this could explain the low numbers for the major. Their refrain echoed: ‘you don’t think we’ve tried that?’ “Why hasn’t this been picked up?”

“It’s Gotham. People die here.” They said it like a recycled political headline. “Especially if they’re tuities.” They gestured to your sweatshirt and the taser in your hand, clues you were only here for the scholarship. “Go back to wherever the hell you came from. And hope that’s far enough.”

“This is why you didn’t want me to bring anyone.”

“If you speak of this, I’m fucking dead. We both are, so I guess that’s some good stakes.” The stranger was halfway to the exit, your thoughts swimming.

You grasped for any drop you could squeeze out of them, certain you’d never cross paths again. “Do you know the names of the other journalists?”

“No.”

They couldn’t leave you with nothing. Make vague, disparaging comments about leaving, then drop you into the pit. Your frustration bled out. “Sounds like you do, but you don’t want to tell me.” 

They turned around, slowly this time. “Yeah.” Their chuckle was dry and humorless. “You’re as good as dead.” You swallowed hard, and they heaved a hissing sigh. “I know you think you’re doing good, but you are nothing but a pebble at the bottom of that goddamn river.” 

Your heart sank.

“You want to do something good? Stay alive, and go make the world a better place somewhere else. They’ll knock you out like a straw house.” The stranger turned around, yanked the doorhandle, and slipped into the night.

You didn’t stay long. The wind cut through your hoodie, and it was a brutal endeavor being alone in such an environment after what you’d just heard. Thankfully you’d written the number of the taxi service who’d driven you, but they wouldn’t answer. After enough phone calls, perusing Scypher to see if tragedy had stricken the city, you decided you’d have to walk until an Uber could meet you on a main street. On this side of town that would take a half hour, minimum. 

You slunk through the alleyways with dim lighting, avoiding ones as dark as the pits of hell. Something about them felt familiar; if they’d been part of the group offered housing, why hadn’t they taken it? Were they completely alone, unable to live with someone under a different name? If their life now was relegated to hiding in shrubs, they probably wouldn’t mind hiding in a warm apartment. Funneling money to Arkham? Lashing out at journalists for looking into it? City Hall, Bruce Wayne, Oz Cobb? Who the hell is Oz Cobb?

A noise down the alleyway scared you into turning around. A few streets over you saw a flickering streetlight, and set off toward it. You struggled to keep your thoughts clear, the decision of whether or not to leave Gotham sitting like a rock. Was it futile to chase this? Had they tried talking to Dr. Vry? Now the president of GU, she had more sway. Who else was locked up in Arkham? Bella Reál had been scrambling to get out. No one cared. The abruptness of Dr. Crane’s covering of the window, his thinly-veiled threats. Severing. 

At his next prescription pickup. A week and a half away. Maybe you could poke around for a week, and if you didn’t find anything you would leave. Maybe you’d still leave, and send any tips over to Bruce for Batman to work through. Point him in some direction, a parting gift, a lead he didn’t have to work himself to the bone to find. Something to make his life a little bit easier.

But what if they did kill you? Would they leave you alone after leaving the city, thinking you were no longer a threat? Would that open things up, now farther away from Bruce Wayne’s reach? Was that article the only reason you were alive right now? Would they hit you after the hype died down? Once you began to fret over if they’d tapped your internet service, you reminded yourself you were wandering alone around dark, ghoulish streets in Gotham City. This wasn’t the place to mull anything over. 

Chasing the streetlights left you unsure of where led to a main road. All the brick looked the same, the monotonous crumby concrete under your feet giving no sense of direction. Intermittent shouts and clanging metal frightened you more than it should have. You were weak. Too soft. Used to leaving cars unlocked on the road for a quick trip. Never carrying a bike lock. Finding yourself in a city where any publicly parked car would be smashed by morning. 

Severing. Your thumb hovered over Bruce’s contact, and your stomach somersaulted. Creeping butterflies, heat rising to your cheeks. For a second the air didn’t hurt your lungs and the darkness wasn’t scary. Childlike crush. Somehow bright and innocent despite the tangle of lies it was covered in. 

You put your phone to your ear. You knew better than to keep wandering; at least no one had seen you yet, noticed you as a target. Mar and Rai didn’t have cars; he was your only ticket out.

“Hey. Everything alright?” He didn’t open by saying your name—like he’d come to expect talking to you. Too enamored by the sound of his voice, the words didn’t fall out of you. Only a few hours apart felt too long. How the hell were you going to leave next week?

He said your name now, a worried edge to his voice. “You okay?”

“Are you busy?”

He paused.

What did you mean by that? He leaned back in the seat of the Batmobile, deliberating. The armor of his suit crunched against it, a noise he was so used to it didn’t register. Half past two in the morning. You didn’t sound distressed. Maybe you’d had a nightmare? Calmed yourself down a bit before calling? 

“What do you need?” He bit back a million questions when you asked for a ride out of Crown Point. He’d wanted you to stay on the line, but you assured him of your safety, though he wasn’t at all convinced. His phone pinged with your location share, and he rushed like every word of yours had been spoken in code. 

He found you at the end of a dark alleyway, one that barely fit the Batmobile with enough space to open the passenger door. It crunched open, not used to being utilized, and you thunked into the seat. He scanned you for injury as you buckled in—nothing. Now persuaded of your safety, chills peppered his skin remembering how you’d caressed him the last time you were in here.

The cabin glowed with a pink and purple haze when you entered. Felt his shoulder pads dig in. The restriction of the belt and his taut leather gloves. The sound of the world shutting off around him. Alongside this crush (he withheld a visible cringe), worry bloomed. He drove under a streetlight and noticed black makeup adorning your face. Black hoodie, black pants. You’d wanted to blend in. 

His hands tightened around the wheel, bracing himself for something terrible. Had you been threatened? Coerced into something? Fell into some shady deal? “What are you doing in Point this late?”

He felt your hesitation like a brick of cement. If you hadn’t been up to something, you would’ve shot back with a defense before he’d finished his sentence. Was this related to how you’d acted over lunch? Withdrawn, sullen? 

“Following a lead.” Out of the corner of his eye he watched your lips purse into a thin line. You had more to say. He didn’t like the feeling inching between you, widening the gap. 

If you wanted to tell him what lead, you would have. What was of greater concern was if you were safe. Though he didn’t think you’d be particularly honest. “At two in the morning?” That didn’t come out right. Neither had his tone; it was verging on scolding. He reigned it in when you turned to look out the window. “I need to know if you’re in danger.”

“Need to know.”

His eyes narrowed, your scoff hitting him like a punch. Where was this coming from? “I can help.” His patience was wearing thin as anxiety bit at him. 

“You are. By giving me a ride home.” You turned your head even further away. Your tone was clipped. He slowed to a stop, his intuition screaming at him. At least he hoped it was logic and sense, not some twisting of this newfound infatuation. 

You looked at him like you were ready to jump from the car, angry, when he faced you. Your shoulders slumped when he met your gaze. He wondered if you could sense how nervous he was. How worried he was. How gutting it was to feel like you weren’t being honest with him. 

“If you’re in any sort of danger, I want to know.” He swallowed, and you looked away. Again. Shit, you were, weren’t you? Why else would you be in this part of town right now? He moved closer, as if it would help you hear him. As if the only problem was you couldn’t make out his words. “Please.” 

“Stop.” You squeezed your eyes shut and wrung your hands in your lap. He thought his heart might give out. “It’s nothing.”

Your cuticles were shredded, your skin flushing light with the force of your grip. Did you want to speak, but felt like you couldn’t? “Did they say not to tell anyone?”

Your lashes fluttered. He leaned closer, wishing he could take off the cowl, but he hadn’t spent enough time in Point lately to know if any security cameras still recorded out here. Your face would be shrouded enough from the shadow he kept you in as he drove close to the alley walls. He softened his voice to make up for the harsh lines and bullet marks in his armor. He didn’t want to intimidate right now. “You can tell me anything. No matter what they told you.”

You were continuously looking back with rose colored glasses at the snarky, mean-spirited man he used to be. How roughly he used to handle you, like he didn’t care if you broke into a million pieces. Nice Bruce, kind Bruce, caring Bruce was impossible to dismiss. How little could you give him where he’d be satisfied? What would make the wheels of this car start turning? He looked stressed and frayed. You couldn’t put any more on him. “A journalism thing. One of the people I think we offered housing, just talked about it.” 

As usual, nothing slipped by him, undeterred by your contrived nonchalance. Why did you have to get in cahoots with the single most focused, discerning person in existence? “This was the only time you both had available?”

“They didn’t want to meet during the day.”

“Who were they?”

“They didn’t want to reveal their identity.”

His brow furrowed, voice raising a few decibels. “You didn’t know who they were before coming to Crown Point alone in the middle of the night?”

“This is starting to sound like a lecture.” Your taser fell from your side onto the ground, and he flexed his jaw. You tensed, bracing for an argument. “I came prepared, okay?”

His tone kept restrained. For now. “What if they’d had a gun? What if they’d brought others?”

“They didn’t.”

“What exactly did you talk about?” 

It was hard not to lie again. It was hard not to tell the truth. Hard being in the car with him. “It’s private.” 

“Are you meeting with them again?”

“No.”

“If you do something like this in the future, let me know beforehand.”

Won’t have to worry about that for very long. Little did Bruce know, you’d be out of his hair before the end of the month. Maybe he’d throw a party. Christen the halls of Wayne Tower with the aimless whimsy of the public getting a peek into his world. 

He bristled at your laugh. You weren’t taking this seriously, and it was imperative that you did. Painfully so. “Will you?”

“Please, I want to get home. I’m tired.”

Begrudgingly, with a plan to bring it up later, he released the brake and started downtown. You drove in silence through back alleys and the occasional tunnel until your guilt got too big. Watching his hands tighten and loosen around the wheel, his blinking speed up. He deserved something.

“Do you know anything about someone named Oz Cobb?”

The car slammed to a halt; the seatbelt clicked hard into place, shoving you back into the seat. “Is that who you met with?”

“Why’d you do that?”

“Is that who you met with?”

His tone scared you. Jagged and deep, like shards of glass. “Jesus fuck, no!” 

“How do you know him?” His eyes were cast in shadow, his face a blob of black leather. Gone was the tentative, concerned Bruce—maybe you liked when he handled you gently. The rosy glasses were falling off your face. Who the hell was Oz to have him act like this?

“I don’t.”

“Have you ever spoken with him outside of City Hall?”

City Hall? You never spoke to anyone there.

“Have you?”

Interrogative. No longer was this a conversation between allies. The car cramped under the weight of his gravelly tone, his armor coming off far more aggressive. You wouldn’t let him know that. “Just drive.”

“Absolutely not.” He wasn’t leaving until you understood. Your frustration was a small price to pay for making you understand that your life would be at risk, that Oz was dangerous, that keeping things like this from him was a death sentence. 

“So you’re stranding me here?”

He made his voice stronger, feeling it begin to shake. “Don’t ever go near him.”

You didn’t say anything.

“I said don’t ever go near him.” He felt nauseous. And faint. Intrusive images of you lying with a bullet through your skull made his vision go in and out. Made him nervous to look at you, though he still did.

“You don’t control me.”

“Promise me you’ll never go near him.” His pulse raced in his ears.

“I can do whatever the hell I want.” If he didn’t drop it this second… His tone was venomous when he next spoke. 

“He’ll kill you.”

You rolled your eyes wide enough for him to see. Now you could see him, his eyes flashing, then narrowing, his mouth tensing into a snarl. “A lot of things could.”

“Promise me.” 

Sounded like a threat. You looked around, pretending to be bored, your blood boiling over as you began to feel like a hostage.

He was on the brink of a panic attack. “Promise me, goddammit!”

You gasped out your response, shocked his voice had risen to such a yell. “Don’t talk to me like that, what the fuck?”

“You’re telling me to let you hold a loaded gun to your head and pull the trigger.”

“Take me home.”

“Tell me you’re not that stupid.”

“Fuck off.”

A wheeze squeezed from his constricted throat. Yeah, he was about to pass out. “If you don’t want me to track you,”

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Are you planning to meet with him?”

You stared at your lap. You. Still. Weren’t. Listening. 

“Answer me.”

Your nose turned up at him. “Your intimidation is less effective when you know it’s just you under that fucking suit.”

“You need to know how serious this is.”

“Take. Me. Home.” The steadiness of your voice was fading as helplessness crept in. You turned to look out the window. 

You started hashing at your cuticles. His voice was softer, though marginally. “Look at me.”

“No.”

“You need to listen, please—”

“TAKE ME HOME.”

Bruce reached out to touch your elbow, but you yanked your arm away so fast your wrist slapped against the glass. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not accepting any apology until I’m back.” 

The silence breathed for a few seconds, interrupted eventually by the clicking of gears. After a few streets you recognized the turns, the knot in your stomach loosening. The whiplash of twenty-four hours ago put a lump in your throat. 

A few minutes later he pulled into the signature alleyway. You hustled to unbuckle, the sound of small clinking rattling your ears. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed he was shivering.

“I’m sorry, everything I say is coming out wrong,” his voice was weak and bruised. 

“You don’t own me.” You unclicked the buckle. 

“I know.” A humorless laugh fell from his lips, and you stiffened. He shook his head like he hadn’t meant for it to occur. “That’s the thing, I know I don’t. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. And I don’t want to.”

“Sure sounds like it.”

He took off his cowl, sighing as he held it in his lap. A football field of distance sat between you, and he felt it like a hot branding iron. “I’m sorry for not taking you home when you asked.”

Tears stung your eyes. “Don’t ever act like that again.”

Bruce’s face contorted with pain as he watched you bite your cheek and blink back tears. He nodded. “I’m sorry. You’re not stupid. I was way out of line.”

You resumed fiddling with your hands. A light patter of rain dusted the windshield and echoed off the metal roofing. You didn’t know what to say to him. Each time you thought you were past something, it circled back.

“I won’t track you. I already said I wouldn’t. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“You’re fucking mean.” It blurted out of you with a pitiful sob, and you angrily wiped at the hot tears spilling down your cheeks. “I don’t even know who the fuck he is.”

It was agony knowing he’d made you cry. It bled into his inflection, this frail, bleeding desperation. “It won’t happen again. I was, I was scared, his pockets are in the courts, I can’t get him—”

“So you scared me?”

He froze. “I scared you?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You wiped your cheeks with your forearm and popped open the door. 

“It matters a lot.”

You didn’t leave, but you didn’t speak. The two and a half block walk was more intimidating than ever, exaggerating the empty staleness of sitting in his car. 

“He’s the one person in this city I can’t save you from.”

“You don’t need to save me.”

You got out, saying a curt goodnight, and walked south down the alley. Hopefully no one would harass you at this hour. Hopefully getting home so late would mean the hot water would be plentiful. Hopefully you had a snack in the freezer you could eat in the shower, while you sat on the floor and deliberated if your life was worth staying, or leaving. 

Crunches of gravel alerted you to Bruce’s presence. Mussed hair and splotchy black eye paint sweat in a fade halfway down his cheeks. He hadn’t put the cowl back on, his identity on full display for anyone with the thought to look behind them on the sidewalk of the main road. It shocked you out of your melancholy. “What are you doing?”

He looked… uncomfortable, but earnest. His jaw twitched on every syllable. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I mean it. I’m really sorry.” His eyes bored into you, then trailed to the small pools in your tear troughs. “I don’t want to make you feel like this.”

You tore your eyes away from his. You might’ve drowned otherwise. “I’ll see you at the meeting.”

When you got home you scrubbed your makeup off in the shower, buzzing from the constant state of whiplash Bruce kept you chained to. Reactive, and, belligerent, and, apologetic, and intense. He couldn’t fucking talk to you like that. Like you were a petulant child. He was the petulant one. He was so, fucking… aggravating!

He sat in the car for the next hour, unmoving. Half of him felt silly. Pushing off patrol over an argument. The other half was in excruciating pain. He didn’t give you enough credit for what you had endured, and what you had done. It wasn’t like you ran into Point shouting at the top of your lungs, pointing a spotlight at yourself with your full name and address on display. Wasn’t like you didn’t know Gotham was dangerous. Probably still had remnants of the bruise on your thigh. 

He cut the night short. He couldn’t concentrate with the thought of you miserable in your apartment. His head spun. Maybe he was going soft. Being self-indulgent and unreasonable. Cutting patrol short in a city of millions over one person? This was why he kept at a distance. Public service was supposed to be egalitarian; creating any sort of hierarchy was unacceptable. Yet there you remained, and here he was at Wayne Tower with the moon still high in the sky.

He’d never, ever speak to you that way again. 

[stardewvalleybut-i-draw]

I still don't have my drawing pen so here's more gameplay screenshots

SPOILER FOR 1.6 UPDATE

Went to the desert event so let's see Emily's fashion choises

goodbye, blue riddler 😔

1- I look like purple Gus...

2- She made me an emo (not far from the truth)

my purple hair doesn't even fit in the beanie LMAOO

3- It matches my purple skin pretty good actually! "Ok I like it, Picasso"

I guess I'm stuck with this look for a while

Fun Fact: I got a Bridal Veil from a tree early on in the game so I wore that for a bit

free hat is a free hat!

[eggo-da-axolotl]

chapter 1 of Opposites attract <3

Thursday morning a certain blue meme guardian woke up feeling.... Happy ? No that wasn't it and he brushed it off and started cleaning the castle because his friends and smg3 were coming over! He checked the calendar and it was the 23rd of May so he started to clean and what not and his phone started to beep and he opened the group chat with his friends!

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DA COOL GROUP

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Fish🐟: My cousin’s doing a back bend while watching little bus

Squid🦑: Good for you boopkins

Gamer girl🎮: What

Maryo🍝: GUS I CEE DAT PIZLE GIY

Ex-enemy🟣: Guys what is Mario talking about-

Everyone: idk-

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Smg4 chuckled a bit then put his phone down and continued cleaning and after a bit he heard a knock at the door. He opened it and saw.... Smg3....?

3: hey Smg4..?

4: hey 3 your um here early?

3: wdym I thought u said 3:30-

4: it's 2:30-

3: what. Oh crap my clocks one hour behind I'll just go-

4: no it's OK you can stay

3: really-

4: yea u can help me set up

3: sure!

4: your so tsundere smg3

3: s-shut up baka!

Smg3 and Smg4 were cleaning while a certain.. TV host.. Was in his studio...

Mr puzzles: UGH I GIVE UP ON THESE 5 STARS

He would throw papers against the wall in rage

Mr puzzles: I think it's time I get a job...

He would go on his computer and look for places hiring.... That won't be important

Right..?

Anyways let's go back to the ga- I means guys

3: crap I forgot my gift for the white elephant

4: go get it I'll finish cleaning and the others should be here soon

3 would leave and the others would starts arriving...

Boopkins: hiya smg4!

Meggy: Hey guys

Tari: hello!

Melony: hi!!!

Bob: WhAtS uP gAnG

Mario: HEY ES M GEE 4

Saiko: こんにちは(hello)

4: hello everyone! Meggy: um smg4 isnt someone missing

4: oh yea smg3 said he'd be here any minu-

Smg3 would arrive

3: h-hey guys

he'd be out of breath from running

Everyone would say hi

4: come on giys lets go to the gamimg room and we can start the white elephant!

They would all go to the gaming room and there would be 9 gifts in the middle of the circle

4: ok guys pick a number from the hat and thats the order your going in

They woukd all pick numbers from the hat and the order would be

1 mario

2 meggy

3 bob

4 boopkins

5 melony

6 smg4

7 saiko

8 tari

9 smg3

4: let's start!

Mario would open a gift and there would be spaghetti..?

Mario: OMG I GOT A RESERVATION AT SPAGHETTI PLACE!!!

Meggy: um mario its says an italian restaurant but ig they have spaghetti there-

meggy would go next and get a beanie

Meggy: aww this is so cuteee

After a while bob would get a manga book which he was mad about boopkims ofc took the book from bob then bob got another gift and got a gun, melony would got a pokemon plush and then it would be smg4s turn amd he would get a... Mysterious pink potion..?

4: what is this-

Boopkins: i took some potion making classes!

4: what does it do..?

Boopkins: idk

4: Uh- anyways lets continue anyways Saiko its your turn!

Saiko: ああ、かわいい桜のピン(aww cute cherry blossom pin)

Tari would get a duck and smg3 would take the last one and would get a hoodie.

After a few hours everyone except Smg3 had left...

3: i bet u 20 bucks u wont drink the potion

4: wanna bet

3: bet.

Smg4 would grab the potion and start chugging it and would be empty in a few seconds.

Unknown to smg3.... smg4s eyes would have a hue of........ Pink?

3: dang i didn't think you would actually do it-

Smg3 would be getting his money out when smg4 would stop him.....

[thepeanutbutterwizard]

Half Sibling au Amity, Willow, and Gus in their casual outfits!

Bc I'm giving Amity a haircut in a couple chapters (the dye might come later, I haven't fully decided yet) I got the idea to change her casual outfit, and I tried to do Willow and Gus with her, as a challenge to myself.

I'm mostly happy with these, but I wish I could have come up with something better for Gus. I pulled from the girls human world outfits to match their styles, but Gus was mostly just wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a beanie, so I had less to draw on for him, other than the paper clip earrings.

Which are really hard to see here, but they're there!

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Breaking Bad, but instead of cooking meth, Walt attempts to sell Beanie Babies because they're due for a comeback "any time now."

“Yo Mister White, I got a Runner the Mongoose with a perfect condition tag with his original poem! Yeah bitch.”

“Jesse. Jesse, we have to hide this from Gus. If he finds out he’ll cut the tag off to spite us like he did with the felt antennae Inch the Worm.”

[wolame-o-ccx]

HIYA SO I STARTED A LITTLE BIT ON THAT WRITING I SAID I WANTED TO DO ITS NOT FINISHED BUT IJUST WANTED TO SHARE IT RN

Camila offered a trip to the store to the kids. Philip had to watch from the couch as the conversation went on. Now, part of the hem of his grey hoodie was frayed.

“Thanks, Mamí!” Luz said as she smiled at her mother as the rest eagerly got together their things, preparing to leave. No one looked at Philip. But he was looking at them.

“Visiting the human shops never gets old,” Gus commented as he put on a beanie, carefully covering his ears with the edges of the fabric. Philip grimaced in the slightest, pulling his legs up onto the couch with him.

Hesitantly, Philip spoke up. “How long will you be gone for?” Members of the group looked at him. Luz looked up from where she was tying her shoe.

“Not long, I hope. I want to be home before dark, at the latest,” Camila looked out the window and checked her phone for the time as she said this. Luz smiled at Philip at her mothers words.

“You won’t even notice we’re gone, Peepaw,” she got up from where she was and walked over to Philip, nudging him in the shoulder with a warm smile still on her face. Philip looked up at her, forcing out a smile.

“Right. Are you sure I can’t come with you?” Gus and Amity exchanged looks while Willow snuck a glance at Camila. Philip saw her frown as she thought about it before slowly responding.

“No, last time you stole a sheet of paper and some pens from Staples,” she rummaged through her bag and made her way a bit closer to Philip, who frowned at the mention of the last time he was out.

“I was hungry, they didn’t need those anyways, there was more right there on the counter,” Gus giggled a bit as the group made their way towards the door. Philip moved his legs back to the floor, tensing up slightly. Camila pulled out a small iPad from her bag, handing it to Philip. He looked up at her quizzically, taking it albeit hesitantly.

“You can use this so you don’t get too bored, I don’t want you wrecking the house trying to find something to do,” She turned away and started for the door, Luz slowly turning to follow.

“I don’t—” He paused, having accidentally raised his tone and caught everyone’s attention. He sunk into the couch an almost unnoticeable amount. “I don’t like being alone,” upon seeing everyone’s confused expressions, he slowly elaborated.

“At the market, when I lost the group,” Luz grimaced slightly, mentally scolding herself at this for forgetting to check in on him in the crowded environment and later finding him almost entirely hidden behind a stall in the foetal position. They went home early that day, and stayed home for the rest of the week.

THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK (ITS NOT DONE BTW I JUST LOST MY MOTIVATION TO FINISH IT YESTERDAY)

half of these ideas are just something i thought would be funny but its based off of the idea that philip has abandonment issues and idk if i'm writing it alright but if not i'd LOVE feedback on it

PHILIP ABD ABANDONMENT ISSUES 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭 NOOOOMG I LOVED THIS SO MUCH I CABT WAIT FOR MORE(TAKE ALL THE TIME YOU NEED THO) /NF

Also CAMILA JUST GIVING HIM AN IPAD 😭😭😭😭ipad kid pip canon 😭😭

[rejectedbad]

Rejected Bad: Sad Horse

The following is a rejected script from an early season of Breaking Bad.

INT. JESSE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Jesse Pinkman sits alone on his couch, deep in thought, surrounded by empty snack bags and crumpled papers. He furrows his brow, lost in contemplation.

JESSE:  (whispering to himself)  If I can't marry a horse, maybe I can act alongside one... in a TV show!

Jesse jumps up with newfound excitement.

INT. LOS POLLOS HERMANOS - DAY

Jesse enters the fast-food restaurant, wearing his signature beanie and baggy clothes. He walks up to the counter where GUS, the owner, and manager, greets him.

GUS:  (smiling)  Jesse, what brings you here today?

JESSE:  (excitedly)  Gus, I've got an idea, man! I wanna star in a show... about a horse.

Gus raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Jesse's unusual request.

GUS:  (sceptically)  A show about a horse, you say?

Jesse nods enthusiastically, barely able to contain himself.

JESSE:  Yeah, Mr. White always said I had a natural talent for acting. And what better way to explore it than alongside a magnificent beast of nature?

Gus ponders for a moment before responding.

GUS:  If you can find a partner who shares your vision, Jesse, then maybe it's worth pursuing.

INT. JESSE'S BEDROOM - DAY

Jesse sits on his bed, scrolling through his phone. His face lights up as he stumbles upon an announcement.

INSERT - PHONE SCREEN

Title: "Sad Horse" - Netflix Original Series

Starring: AARON PAUL as Todd Chavez

Jesse's smile instantly fades, replaced by a mix of disappointment and irritation.

JESSE:  (annoyed)  Aw, come on! Aaron Paul beat me to it? He's already cast in some "Sad Horse" show?

He tosses his phone onto the bed, frustrated but not willing to give up just yet.

INT. PINKMAN RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Jesse is on the couch with his former partner, WALTER WHITE.

WALTER:  (sipping from a mug)  Oh, Jesse, why the long face?

Jesse huffs and throws up his hands in frustration.

JESSE:  Aaron Paul got the role in that "Sad Horse" show on the Netflix I was gunning for! How am I supposed to become a famous horse show actor now?

Walter chuckles, finding amusement in Jesse's unexpected ambition.

WALTER:  (mocking)  A famous horse show actor? Jesse, I never thought I'd hear those words come out of your mouth.

JESSE:  (defensive)  Hey, man, I'm just shooting for the stars here. Is that a crime?

Walter shakes his head, trying to stifle his laughter.

WALTER:  No, it's not a crime, Jesse. It's just... unexpected. But if it's something you're truly passionate about, don't let a setback deter you.

Jesse's eyes light up, a newfound determination taking hold.

JESSE:  You're right, Mr. White. I won't let some horse show steal my dreams. I'll find another way to make it happen!

Walter smiles, proud to see Jesse's determination to embrace his "horse actor" dream.

WALTER:  That's the spirit, Jesse. Sometimes, when one door closes, another one opens. Just remember, it's all about chemistry.

Jesse nods, a newfound determination burning in his eyes.

JESSE:  I'll prove to everyone that I can be a star. Even if I'm not acting alongside a horse, I'll make waves in some other way.

Walter chuckles, knowing that whatever Jesse sets his mind to, he'll find a way.

FADE OUT.

[tsamired]

THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHAN ahrmahem OK You will notice these mostly have to do with Luz and Amity because they are my beloveds but uhhhhhhhhhh Luz Plays guitar as a hobby!! Aspiring writer Ace, Bi, Demigirl 17yo AuDHD Dense as a god damn brick but surprisingly attentive Extremely cuddly and physical. Loves roughhousing Favorite musicians are Jonathan Coulton, Tom Cardy, Louie Zong, and Girl in Red Loves drawing The Beanie was her dads before he... Knows nothing about DND other than the alignment charts. After asking the hexsquad, the unanimous consensus was that Luz was Chaotic Good. Has NO inhibition. Ranked from most to least impulsive out of the hexsquad, she ranks first. (gus is second, hunter third, willow fourth, amity fifth.) Ask her the most nonsensical, stupid fucking question you can come up with, and she'll probably have already thought about it before and have an answer ready Visits Camila weekly! Banned from drinking coffee. She's just way too much to handle when her natural... eccentricity is boosted by caffeine. If she's about to go into a massive infodump at an inappropriate time, Amity HugsTM are a tried and true way of defusing her and calming everything down. Tries to avoid any physical confrontation. The one thing that can turn her from a timid fight averse creature into a self-preservation instinct-lacking fighter is a threat to her loved ones. Got her bat as a gift from Amity on her 16th bday Once got a messenger bag because she thought it struck the perfect balance between looks cool and useful. Used it once. Amity Plays fiddle as a hobby Barista, wants to be a librarian or bookstore employee. They're just so cozy Transfem lesbian Autism 17yo Doesnt give herself nearly enough credit So very touch starved holy shit A regular at the local bookstore, the employees there know her like she's a coworker. Out of habit tries to push people away, but the people she does know (the hexsquad and staff of aforementioned bookstore) she is incredibly warm and kind to. Cares deeply about the hexsquad, would do almost anything for them if needed. Has shared this with Luz, doesnt want to share it with Willow and Gus out of fear of seeming extra, will never share this with Hunter. Never. In the little world ive concocted, witches can purr, but its a rare genetic trait. Amity is the only one of the hexsquad who can truly purr. When willow isnt around, shes the Mom Friend of the group. No matter whether or not they have a mom friend, however, it is always chaotic. Secretly loves when Willow shows up so she doesnt have feel like she has to make sure the others (Luz) dont get hurt and she gets to be free to goof off. Her goofing off is nothing compared to Luz's and Gus', of course, but still. Luz was part of the reason she realized she was a lesbian Freckles fucking everywhere Willow She/They Wants to learn how to play the flute Has an honest to god greenhouse in her backyard. After an... Incident, Gus and Luz are never allowed to be the only ones in there. Gus alone and Luz alone is fine. When they're combined without any of the other 3 as moderators, however... That cactus wound took a while to heal. 17yo Never passes up the opportunity to jokingly make fun of how sappy Luz and Amity are. Unbeknownst to either of them, Willow is a big part of the reason they're together. Willow wants to keep this a secret, sadly locking her out of "I suppose this is my fault" jokes. Has a favorite type of flower, feels really guilty about it. Has a secret handshake with the rest of the hexsquad. It's a different handshake for each member, and she's adamant on keeping them private. "They're called secret handshakes for a reason, guys!" Continued in another post because Tumblr wont let me post the whole thing lmfao

PLEASE ask me about my beta toh headcanons PLEASEPALSEPASLPELASPELASPLE

[smokestarrules]

So let’s analyze this a little.

Luz is, of course, at the forefront, and she’s looking a little worse for wear. Her hair seems to have grown out a little more since King’s Tide, but it’s not in a ponytail anymore, and she’s channeling a little bit of Beta! Luz with the red beanie and striped shirt, and also her pants look a similar color to Beta! Luz’s jacket, though of course Luz is wearing Eda’s Grudgby jacket instead. She seems to have retained the scar on her face, and she’s got eyebags that rival Hunter’s. 

Gus has got a matching beanie and seems to have customized it slightly, and he’s standing closest to Willow and Hunter, which makes sense considering their preexisting character dynamics. Willow’s hair has gotten longer, new glasses(?), and Hunter’s cut off most of his hair, including the dangly strand in front. That seems... intentional. 

On the top left, combining the moon and the shadows, it almost looks like a skull - and a familiar one at that. It reminds me most of the monster Philip had become, and the fact that it’s looming over Hunter and Flapjack specifically does not bode well. Also, Flapjack is perching on a gravestone, which may be significant as well.

Then on the right, there’s Amity, Vee, and Camila. Amity’s hair has grown out and seems to be fading back into her russet brown at the top, and she’s got Ghost, so we can assume that all their palismen are with them in the Human Realm. Vee seems to have found herself a slightly different human form - maybe how she feels like she’d actually look? but she’s still recognizable as her. Camila has a new gray streak in her hair (taking care of six teenagers is hard work) and she’s ready to fight with a baseball bat - maybe another nod to Beta! Luz. 

[greynatomy]

WHAT?!

Emily Sonnett x Fem!Reader

I decided to split this into multiple parts because I didn’t want it to be too long. Hope you enjoy! Feedback is appreciated :)

masterlist

“Come on Sonny.” Kelly whined. “You need to get laid. It’ll help with your grumpiness.”

“Kelly, I don’t need to get laid!” Sonny exclaimed, walking into the meal room.

“Who needs to get laid?”

“Sonny does!” Screamed Kelly, jumping up and down around Emily.

Hums and nods of agreements are heard throughout the whole room.

“Fuck you guys!” Sonnett yelled, throwing up the middle finger while grabbing some food.

“Nah! Someone need to fuck you— OW!” Kelly rubs the back of her head.

“KELLEY!”

Oh, are they in for a treat.

———

Getting ready, you decided to take a shower with your daughter because you’d been running around the backyard and she’s been playing with your dog, Gus, in the dirt.

“What do you wanna wear bubs?” You ask your four year old daughter, Isabella. 

“Be like Mommy and wear Mama jersey?”

“We can do that.” You grab some black joggers, your guys’ Sonnett jersey, and a blue beanie for the both of you. “Let’s take a picture for Mama bubs.” You both stand in front of the mirror taking a picture, Isabella being silly, she puts up peace signs and sticks her tongue out.

Me: Ready to watch you play.

Superstar: You guys look so cute. Can’t wait to see you both. I gotta go. I love you!

Me: Good luck out there! I love you more!

Superstar: Not possible.

You had just arrived at the stadium where the USWNT game was being played. Giving your ticket to be scanned, you make your way to your seats, front row, behind the U.S. bench, carrying your daughter on your waist.

“You ready to see Mama play bubs?” You say, putting some ear muffs over her ears.

“YEAH!” Isabella screams as loud as she could.

The game was about to start, the person they were here for was sitting on the bench. Emily sees both you and Bella, giving a subtle wink.

———

“OH MY GOD! Look at that baby!” Rose yelled excitedly, smacking Sonnett’s arm repeatedly.

“Ow—ow—OW! Stop hitting me!”

“But the baby is so cute!”

“You know who else is cute?” Kelly asks, joining the conversation. “The person holding the baby.”

Emily glares at Kelley. “Don’t say that.”

“Why? You want her all to yourself?” Emily stays silent. “Oh my god! You do want her all to yourself!”

“Shut Up! No I don’t! And she’s probably not even single.”

“But if she was… you would totally hit that— OW!”

“KELLEY!”

———

“Mommy, Mommy! Mama goin’ in! Mama gonna play!” Bella yells excitedly, but drops her mini flag over the railing and onto the ground. “Mommy, I drop.”

“Oh, no bubs. That’s okay. Maybe you can get another one.” You say, holding onto her so she doesn’t fall over the railing like her flag. 

“I think you dropped something.” You hear someone say. You look down, over the railing to see Pinoe holding the mini flag.

“Yeah, sorry. She got way too excited.”

“We all get a little excited when Sonnettt goes in.”

“Yeah, we do.”

“Why don’t you guys come down after the game to meet Sonnettt?”

“What do you think bubs? Should we go down there after?” You feel her nod against your side, getting shy when she sees new people talking to her. “Alright, we’ll see you down there.

———

The final whistle blows. The crowd cheers loudly for the 3-0 win for the U.S.

“YEAH! Mommy, Mama won! Mama won!”

“She did!” You said with the same enthusiasm as Isabella.

A couple minutes later, a security guard comes to get you and escort you on the field. You carry Isabella on your hip so she doesn’t get lost in the crowd.

———

After greeting a couple fans, Emily starts walking towards the tunnel with Kelley, Rose, and Mal.

“MAMA!” They all hear.

Emily looks towards the voice and sees Isabella running towards her. She crouches down to her height and Bella crashes into her, making them both fall back.

“Hi, Bubs.” Emily gets up with Bella in her arms.

“WHAT?!” Multiple voices ask.

“Wait wait wait. That baby just called Sonny Mommy.”

“I not baby!” Bella told Kelley sternly.

“But you’re mine and Mommy’s baby.”

“…fine.”

Feeling arms wrap around the both of making Sonnettt relax in them.

“You did so amazing superstar.” You whisper in her ear, kissing it lightly.

“Nooo, my Mama.” Bella wined, pushing her Mommy away.

“But she was mine first.” You said, jutting your bottom lip out.

“You guys can share.” Your wife said, kissing your lips and Bella’s forehead.

People clearing their throat interrupts you little family moment. You and Emily turn around to see the whole team standing. Some staring in shock, others in confusion.

“I think you got some explaining to do Sonny.”

“Alright, fine. Can we wait until later? Little miss here needs to take a nap soon. Everyone can just meet in my room.”

“How about everyone freshens up and we all meet at our place in like… 4 hours? We can have a late lunch, early dinner. I can cook.” You suggest.

“Oh, you don’t have to. We can all bring some things.” Alex says.

“No, no. I insist.”

“It’s settled then, Bye everyone!” Emily said, walking away with a sleepy Bella in her arms.

“See y’all soon.”

Dropping both your wife and daughter at home, you go to the grocery store to buy some ingredients for the dinner.

Couple hours later, all the food is cooked and laid out around the kitchen, buffet style. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it.” You wife shouts from the living room.

“Hey, guys. Welcome to my home. Come in. Come in. Let’s go to the kitchen. Babe they’re here!”

“Hey, guys. Welcome. Before we start getting to know each other, let me just tell you what I made so that’s out of the way.” You walk further in the kitchen with them following not far behind. “Okay so for starters, I just made a basic caesar salad. For the main, I made some seafood paella and roast chicken. And mac and cheese. Simple.” Walking to the other side of the island, “Over here, I made another caesar salad, but it’s vegan. Uh, this is some bolognese with high-protein mushroom and lentils mixed in with some hand cut pasta. And some butternut squash curry. All vegan. And dessert, we have peanut butter cookie bars and a chocolate cake with light mousse frosting. Again, all vegan.” You turn towards Alex. “Emily mentioned you were vegan and I wanted to make sure you had options that isn’t basically just leaves.”

“You made all this? From scratch?”

“Yeah, so, dig in everyone!”

Once everyone is settled in the backyard, Ashlyn asked the important question, “How’d you guys get together?”

“It’s a really funny story actually…”

[kookies2000]

I have to comment on everything in this poster!!!

Luz in her Beta Luz outfit. Yes! That hat looks adorable on her. Oh and that eye brow scar got to stay! AH! THANK YOU DANA FOR KEEPING THAT IN!!!!

Amity! My love!! My princess!!! 💜💜💜 I love you with all my heart and always will. I can also see her roots are growing in. Her long hair is just gorgeous!!! Ugh! I lover her design so much!!!

We can't forget about this adorable pure soul! Vee! Girl!! You look amazing!!! I love how she seems to be adopting her own look instead of staying g as Luz. Like, she still looks like Luz twin sister, but not a direct copy. Her eyes are a little different and her features look softer than Luzs. Or maybe her skin color is just lighter? I can't tell, it's dark. But she's super cute and I love that she's adapting her own look.

Camillia is a badass as always! Love how she has the bat instead of Luz. But that gray streak, how much time had passed? Two to three years? That's kinda sad. They were separated for a good while. AND I LOVE IT!!! Any one who knows me well enough should know I'm a suckered for separating loved ones and have them reunite years later.

Hunter, honey, I love you. I love how you look like a little depressed twig. But I have to ask, how do you still have eye bags?!?! It's been a good while. You would think Camilla or your friend's would knock you out to get some sleep. And his gloves are off!!! Hahaha! Though they don't seem scared or weird, just normal. Also, I don't like the sight of that mark on his neck. Is it shading? I hope so. We've seen Hunter's neck before, right? He never had a mark. Probably shading. But I have to ask, WHERE'S YOU LITTLE WIRM HAIR!!??! 😭 No, they cut it off! Not his squiggle hair!!!

Oh and Willow is just as adorably stunning as always! Still rocking those braids. Good for her, nothing wrong with sticking with your old look.

Gus in a beanie. That's all I need to say. 💙

And finally, Flapjack on a gravestone?? Who's though? Caleb? Also, I don't like the fact that Belos is right above Hunter, Willow and Gus. Please, please leave those kids alone. But I love how the leaves basically give Belos hair in his monster form. 🤣

[r-faye]

Theory time!

Okay, going off Amity’s hair, it was around her chin in the final and now to her shoulders, hair grows around 6 inches a year so that’s half an inch a month, I would say her hair grew around 4 inches so that would be around 8 months in the human realm. It also looks like she decided to keep dying her hair up to a certain point.

Luz has a red beanie and the striped purple and white shirt like her beta design and still has the scar on her eyebrow, she’s also still wearing Eda’s jacket.

Hunter got a haircut, maybe because of the statue in Gravesfield of Phillip and Caleb Whittabane, maybe because Belos said “out off all of the grimwalkers you looked the most like him” and felt like he wasn’t his own self anymore. His bags somehow got worse, didn’t think that was possible but it happened.

Willow’s has got blacked rimmed glasses like season 1 and a bit of season 2, not the gold ones. Her hair is still in the braids and has the green streak in it.

Gus looks adorable as always it looks like his hair is grown out a bit, and that beanie is so cute.

It also looks like Vee has kind of figured herself out, and also doesn’t look that much like Luz anymore.

Camila now has longer and curly hair with a grey streak in it.

The palismen also got through which is good, but why is the Belos goo behind the tree.

And I get that it’s called Gravesfield but why are they SURROUNDED BY GRAVES?!????!

[inkybinkyboink]

rapid firing breaking bad knitting headcanons bite me

walter: doesnt knit but knows the mechanisms and how it works in theory

skyler: doesnt knit but used to crochet. crocheted precisely one baby blanket for jr. and the blanket thats draped over their couch and then did not touch a hook or yarn ever again.

walter jr: no. “””that stuff is for girls.””””

hank: im mentally laughing at this image. no. no this mans masculinity is too fragile for him to go near fibre arts

marie: i can totally see her crocheting. defo steals yarn. 

jesse: i dont think he knits or crochets but i think his mom does both and he used to watch her. definitely still has a beanie she made him lying around somewhere

jane: ok so kristen ritter actually has like a whole knitting business which is cool but i dont think jane would knit. however i do think she’s an avid crocheter and constantly has something on the go.

badger: yeah!! im calling it now this man hella knits!! i think he would do tunisian crochet too, i feel like it suits him :,)

skinny pete: tried knitting exactly once and almost took his eye out and gave up. definitely still keep his knitting needles as weapons though. 

saul: dude no r u kidding me. this man was too busy scheming to give a shit abt some yarn and another metal thing. 

mike: im on the fence. maybe. i feel like he used to knit. he probably learned because kaylee really wanted a specific doll or something, so he just made it for her instead of going out and buying it. 

gus: yes. he knits stuff for max. he probably taught max. pls thats cute i will die on that hill.

gale: oh my god absolutely. i think gale knits and crochets and was probably working on something for walter when he got killed.

tuco: yes, i think he knits. and the thing is, no one can say jack shit abt it bc he’ll one hundred percent shank them with a needle if they say something funny. 

nacho: this kid sews in canon so i think he probably crochet’s a little on the side. just like,,as a treat

huell: ok hear me out, this man has to sit and watch ppl all day long. that shit gets boring so yeah i think he learned to knit to keep himself occupied. 

wendy: 100% girlie knits. its not very good but she enjoys it. 

todd: i think he wants to, but he’s not good at it nor does it ever like,,,evoke praise from his group?? bc theyre dickwads?? theyd probably say some misogynistic shit and todd would let it go.

[ordinaryschmuck]

Okay but imagine: AU where the Owl House is in the MCU and due to the multiverse breach, variants of Luz start appearing resulting in an army of Luz's from different timelines even dimensions with different goals and personalities but there's one thing that keeps them united, they all love Amity, except for that one Luz who has no idea who's Amity and unfortunately was jumped by a bunch of Luz's who said you don't trust a Luz who doesn't know who Amity is.

(For this one, I borrowed characters form AUs by @wiccsstuffs, @yogurthoopsart, and @moringmark...you can probably tell where this is going)

Into the Luz-verse

"What if she got kidnapped by the Emperor's Coven?!" Amity panicked as she, Gus, and Willow walked to the Owl House. "Or worse, what if she's sick and needs constant tender love and care!?"

"Then Eda will undoubtingly take care of her," Willow dryly told Amity, "Besides, don't you think you're overreacting? I mean, Luz missed one day of school. It's no big deal."

"It is a big deal! Luz loves school! She wouldn't miss it without reason!"

"She makes a good point."

"You're not helping, Gus!" Willow shouted.

"Sorry."

At long last, they made it to the familiar old house out in the woods, with the ever familiar annoying house demon guarding its front door.

"Hi, Luz's friends!" Hooty greeted the young witches, "What brings you here--"

"Is Luz alright!?" Amity cut to the chase.

"Oh, yeah, she's fine! All of them are, in fact!"

"You see, Amity? Luz is--" But Willow blinked, finally catching on to what Hooty said. "I'm sorry, did you say all of them?"

"Yepperoni! See for yourself."

Hooty then swung the door open, revealing...something no one would have expected.

Because inside the living room of the Owl House were eight versions of Luz Noceda, each with their unique outfit, style, and even features.

"...Did you wish really hard?" Willow asked Amity.

"Shut up."

"Friends!" shouted one Luz in a Hexide uniform. "And awesome girlfriend. What brings you here?"

"...You didn't show up to school, and we got worried," Gus explained, "Er, well, Amity got worried."

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that. We've been dealing with a bit of an issue over here."

"Clearly," Willow nodded, "My question is...what are these...versions of you?"

"Well, it's like you said. They're versions of me. But from different universes. Pretty cool, right?"

"So cool..." Amity said, stupified.

"Titan's Elbow..." Willow muttered out of annoyance.

"And they're all totally different, too."

Luz pointed at a version of her sitting on the couch, arms crossed, expression indifferent, wearing a green jacket, ripped black jeans, and a red beanie with two strands of hair sticking out.

"That one's from a universe where everything's pretty much the same," Luz explained, "The only real difference is that everyone's, like, two or three years older and a lot ruder. I call her Hipster Luz."

"Up yours!" Hipster Luz growled, "I'm not a hipster."

"Then why are you dressed like one?"

"Ha. Great comeback, Pipsqueak. Now here's mine."

She then proceeded to give a crude gesture involving one of her fingers.

"Yeah, you see what I mean about the whole rude thing?" Luz Prime asked her friends. She then pointed at the Luz sitting next to Hipster Luz. "The one in the purple striped t-shirt and black jeans is Dark Luz."

"Hello!" Dark Luz waved.

"Why is she called Dark Luz?" Gus asked, "She doesn't seem that dark."

"I'm called that because, where I'm from, the Boiling Isles is in Hell!"

"Ok, yeah, that'll do it."

"You seem pretty chipper for someone who's, you know, in Hell," Willow pointed out.

"Eh, it's not like making a bad situation any worse is going to solve anything."

"...I oddly respect that."

"Ooh! Also, where I'm from, humans can do natural magic! Watch:"

Dark Luz then closed her eyes and clasped her hands. After concentrating really hard, a light yellow ora soon enveloped her hands. Once it dissipated, Dark Luz opened her palms, and a ball of light came out.

"Tada!"

"Woah!" Shouted one Luz in golden armor and a white cape as she ran up to Dark Luz. "How did you do that?! Also, can you PLEASE teach me that?!"

"Maybe."

"That's Golden Luz, by the way," Luz pointed out, "She comes from a universe where Emperor Belos raised her and made her a golden guard alongside Hunter."

"...I'm sorry, what?"

"It's not that big of a deal," Golden Luz brushed off the insanity of her origins. "Uncle Belos is actually pretty sweet...sometimes."

"Did you just say 'UNCLE?!'"

"Pretty sure Belos is the devil in my universe," Dark Luz said, ignoring Willow's outburst.

"Well, that's you're universe," Golden Luz argued, "As we can tell, people from different universes can have drastically different personalities. Like Hipster Luz."

"I'm not a hipster!"

"Or Swap Luz," she then pointed to a Luz in a black hoodie and orange hair. "She looks a lot like the rest of us. The only difference is that she basically has Amity's personality."

"Your versions of Amity," Swap Luz said, "To me, she's basically the same as all of you."

"And mine's definitely not like any of yours," Hipster Luz, "Seriously, if Fwippy is anything to go by, then the rest of you girls are all on easy street. Believe me when I say that the bite marks I got from that witch weren't exactly pleasing...Ok, some were. But most weren't."

"First off, gross. Second, don't call me 'Fwippy,' you Hipster!"

"Why is she called Fwippy, anyway?" Willow asked.

"Because of her ears," Luz Prime said, "When she gets embarrassed, they make a cute little fwip-fwip."

And it was then that Willow, Gus, and Amity noticed the pointy ears on Swap Luz.

"Wait, she's a witch?!" Willow exclaimed.

"Yup, that's why we call her Swap Luz," Luz Prime explained. "Not only is she and her Amity's personalities are swapped, but also their races. In Swap Luz's universe, she's is the witch, and Amity is the human. Isn't that neat?"

"But why do her ears go fwip-fwip?" Gus asked.

"Look, it's just a thing that witches do in my universe!" Swap Luz exasperatedly told him. "I don't understand why it's exclusive to mine, but it is! So don't judge me for it!"

And, because she felt a little embarrassed, Swap Luz's ears actually did a little fwip-fwip.

"Aw, that is cute!" Amity cooed, making the fwipping worse and forcing Swap Luz to pull her hood over her head.

"But why call her 'Swap Luz?'" Willow asked, "Why not call her something simpler like 'Witch Luz?'"

"Because there's already a 'Witch Luz.' And it's her."

Luz Prime pointed to a Luz in a purple cape with some of it covering the bottom half of her face and the rest of her attire looking similar to Luz's casual look but seeming like it came from the Boiling Isles.

"And why is--"

"Because I'm also a witch who came from the Boiling Isles," Witch Luz answered the question before it was asked. "Except my situation is that I'm trapped in the human world where I became what is basically a superhero that fights against monsters from my world while also trying to find a way back home."

"...That sounds awesome!" Gus exclaimed.

"Doesn't it!?" Luz Prime joined in, "I keep telling her that if her life was a series, I would absolutely binge it non-stop."

"And I still have no idea what that means," Witch Luz confessed. "Besides, it's not like I'm the only superhero here."

"Oh, yeah, that's right. There's also a version of me that's Spider-Man...somehow."

On cue, a Luz in white and purple spandex with pink webs hung upside from the ceiling, holding on to a strand of webbing.

"For the record, I'm not a Spider-Man, whoever that is," she said, "My name is La Arácnida."

"I thought you said your name was La Araña?"

"No, it's La Arácnida. La Araña is taken...apparenlty."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do."

"Well, what if La Arácnida is taken too?"

"Then I'm open to suggestions!"

"I have one last question," Gus raised his hand. "Who's that?"

He pointed over to one Luz in the corner, tied to a chair and looking very pouty.

"Oh, that's Evil Luz," Luz Prime simply said.

"I'm not evil!" Evil Luz protested, "Seriously, Golden Luz is raised by Emperor Belos! How is she not Evil Luz?!"

"Hey, Uncle Belos isn't evil!" Golden Luz defended, "Sure, he has a few sour spots, may or may not have abused Hunter, petrifies witches who don't join covens, kills palismans--Oh, my Titan, is Uncle Belos evil?"

"Yes!" everyone in the room responded.

"But the reason why Evil Luz is Evil Luz is simple," Luz told her friends, "You see, she comes from a universe where almost everything is the same except that it's a universe without Amity. Which is horrifying to think about. And when we told her all about you, guess what she said."

"All I said was that I didn't see the appeal!" Evil Luz exclaimed, "How does that make me evil?"

"It makes you a monster is what it does!" Swap Luz yelled at her. "How can you not see the appeal of someone so pure of heart?!"

"Again, that's your Amity," Hipster Luz pointed out. "Ours is actually a lot less pure. Especially mine."

"I don't know. Mine's a little nice, actually," said Dark Luz. "I even drew art of us as best friends the first day we met because she was nice to me."

"Look, I just don't understand it, alright?" Evil Luz spoke again, "I mean, don't get me wrong, looking at her, she's cute. But I don't know how Amity can be the irresistible goddess that most of you call her as."

"Because we have hearts, and you don't, you evil scourge!" Luz Prime yelled.

"I'm not evil!"

"What I still don't understand is how did all these...yous came here, Luz?" Willow questioned her best friend.

"You know as much as I do, to be honest," Luz Prime shrugged. "I was just about ready to head to school when, suddenly, all these versions of me started to appear out of nowhere inside the living room."

"If I had to wager a guess," said La Arácnida, "I'd say someone in the multiverse messed up really bad and caused a convergence of people from different worlds to show up at the same place in the same time."

"...But why is it all versions of you?" Willow asked, "And why was it all in this universe?"

"That's why I called it a guess, not an answer. I honestly have no idea."

"So...what now, then."

"Well, we figured we'd all hang out until one of us figure out a way to get all the Luzs back to their universes," Luz Prime said, "Seems to be going great so far. Eda's definitely into it."

"The more kids, the merrier, if you ask me," Eda said, bringing in a tray of drinks. "Who's thirsty?"

"I am!" responded all the Luzs.

"Can I have a straw for mine?" Evil Luz asked. "I'm kind of tied up at the moment, pun not intended.

"Of course," said Dark Luz, "Because, unlike you, we're not evil."

"I'M NOT EVIL!"

"Sure you're not."

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Poster time :D

- palisman! So happy that they’re confirmed to be there!! (Can’t wait to see more of Egg)

- Luz 🤝 Gus beanie buddies

-Luz looks a lot like her beta version with that outfit in fact

-Hunter got a haircut? Good for him (but rip the hair noodle)

-in fact everyone hair’s seems to be longer except for him (and maybe Gus but it’s hard to tell with the hat)

- Can’t wait to see Camila beat someone’s ass with that bat 😌

-i don’t like the background of eyes on the right. I know this is probably about belos but I’m also getting labyrinth runners flashback

-I really like Luz having a flashlight to compensate for her glyphs. It’s not much for sure but she is still associated with light

- the graveyard is really but like… what are they doing here. Philip and Caleb have a statue but I doubt they have gravestone so it’s not like the hexsquad is going to learn a lot there

-UNLESS THE WILD PORTAL IS HERE?? a cemetery is a great place for a portal to (not quite) hell