#Homemade Campers

[manping]

Manping: Rides a Little Rough

{Jim, Did you get rid of the rat?}

[wriokitty]

hi lovely river !! im dropping by to give you n ayato a basket of freshly baked pastries hehe 🧺♥️ m not sure if im too late for your little ask game, but if you’re still up for it i’d also like to leave a lil awealuc hc ૮꒰ྀི◞⸝⸝⸝⸝◟꒱ྀིა since i bake a lot i love trying out new recipes n diluc is my personal taste tester! he loves watching me bake and stays with me by hugging me behind, n sometimes he’ll distract me by lifting me up and placing me on the counter so i can give him some attention. when i feed him n ask him how my new sweets turned out he’ll lean in and kiss me so i can have a taste for myself ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

Me and Ayato are happily eating pastries under the Sakura trees ☹️💖

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“Are they ready?” He asks, cheek pressed against your shoulder as you laugh. He can feel the shake of your body under him, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he closes his eyes.

“Almost,” you murmur, “just have to glaze them after they’re out.”

“And then we can sleep?”

“And then you try them,” you correct, giving him a playful glare over your shoulder. He groans, digging his face into your neck. (He wants to try them. You know that as well as he does—he’d have gone to bed ages ago if not for the promise of something sweet.)

You stop mixing away at the icing when you feel two strong hands grip your waist, feet leaving the floor in a sudden before you’re promptly sat on the counter. Diluc’s body presses between your legs, his forehead pressing to yours as he grumbles, “we should be in bed.”

“But you’re my taste tester,” you protest. “You can’t sleep yet.”

His forehead droops to your shoulder, resting in that crevice against your neck as your fingers thread through his hair. He hums appreciatively when you scratch at his scalp lightly.

“Can’t taste test in the morning?”

“It won’t be fresh,” you wrinkle your nose—and then, scooping a small bit of icing from the bowl with your finger, you push him away from your shoulder. He starts to protest until you hold your finger to his lips and murmur, “here. Taste this and tell me if it’s sweet enough.”

A tongue darts along your finger to lick the icing off. Crimson stares at you fondly before a low voice murmurs, “you tell me.”

And then he kisses you, and you can taste sugar right on your lips.

[kristivadiva]

Yet more homemade camping equipment.

[rafesangelita]

pogue!sweetheart!reader surprising rafe with a birthday cake and he’s just like “????? for me????” bc no one has ever celebrated his birthday or made it special for him 🥺

“don’t look!” you laughed, currently struggling to keep your hands over rafe’s eyes as you two stepped into your camper. “mm, it smells good in here.” he hummed. you were practically buzzing with excitement, your smile reaching your ears as you slowly pulled away from him. “okay..” you started, “i know you said you didn’t want to celebrate today, but i couldn’t help myself,” you pecked his cheek, “you could open.”

rafe should’ve known you would go all out for him, his lips pursing together as he took in the sight of his own personal cake and gift basket on the counter. your smile faltered at the look on his face. “is everything okay? do you not like it?” rafe blinked, swallowing thickly as he glanced over at you. “you did this for me?” the disbelief in his voice pulled at your heart strings.

“of course.” you nodded. he walked up to the counter, getting a closer look at the cake. you knew how much he loved the your buttercream frosting, so of course you had to include it just for him. ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY R♡FE’ was also written on top in baby blue lettering. “this is.. wow.” he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. the room fell silent, your heart pounding out of your chest as you waited for rafe to say something else.

as if sensing your uncertainty, rafe finally looked up at you, the worried look on your face making him feel terrible. “i’m so sorry, babe, it’s just- i’ve never had this before.” he pulled you into a hug, pressing a kiss into the crown of your head. “i love it so much, i promise,” his large hands rubbed down your back, “no one has ever done anything like this for me.” he laughed softly. “no one has ever surprised you for your birthday?!” you exclaimed, looking up at him. “never. my birthday is just another regular day.” you gasped, not believing the words coming out of his mouth.

“no, it’s not!” you pulled away, picking up the cake. if someone told rafe that on this day last year, he would have the prettiest little thing holding up a cake she made just for him, telling him that his birthday is special, he wouldn’t believe them. “i don’t think i could accept this-” you were quick to cut him off, “i swear i’ll cry if you dont eat it.” rafe wanted to believe your threat was a joke, but he didn’t dare chance it. “okay, okay..” he surrendered, finally letting this whole thing be okay with him.

“well..” you gazed up at him, “what do you think?” rafe met your eyes, seeing nothing but pure love and adoration staring back at him. “i think that i need to marry you.” you smiled as rafe took a finger full of icing and popped the digit in his mouth. “fuck, that’s amazing.” he took the cake out of your hands, placing it back on the counter before grabbing two forks. “don’t dig into it yet, i still have to sing you happy birthday.” rafe put the fork down, now pacing around excitedly as you motioned towards the gift basket.

“open it.” you couldn’t help the huge smile from adorning your face as rafe took each item out one by one. cologne, a few new shirts, his favorite snacks, a homemade birthday card, and..

“are these your panties?”

[lostagoodcigar]

Thinking about Ghost rolling over to see you laying awake on your phone, asks you what the fuck you’re doing awake at 2am. And that’s how you end up with him clinging to your back, chin nestled on your shoulder as he joins you in watching some guy in his homemade camper drive it into the woods and camp in the rain

[several-breathing-eyes]

I believe that Camp Half Blood has to have some sort of nightlife. It's a camp full of teenagers, who all have issues with authority, and some of those teenagers are the children of the god of alcohol, chaos, and revelry.

Plus these teens don't think they're ever going to reach adulthood. Like before Heroes of Olympus a demigod reaching the age of 18 was seen as a pipe dream. So reaching the age where they could legally drink, get piercings, or tattoos was seen as something unattainable. And a college party life was something one could only hope for.

Do I think that the Camp Half-Blood teens are throwing intense raves every night? No. Do I think some of the older campers sneak off, maybe throw up some mist, and have a couple beers? Yes.

All I know is that some older camper is going home with hazy memories of a drunken night, a poorly healed homemade piercing, and a stick and poke that's going to fade in a year.

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

The Butternut Squash (The Surprise, Part 19)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: pregnancy times, mentions of female anatomy/breastfeeding, explicit language (let me know if I missed anything!) Word count: 2.2k

Summary: You and Emily don't really need a baby shower, but you do need help getting the nursery ready, so the whole BAU comes over one Saturday to help out.

Week 29: The Butternut Squash

You had insisted on no gifts. You and Emily had plenty of money. You didn’t need a registry, and you didn’t need a baby shower. What you did need was help getting the nursery decorated and set up. So Emily–fresh off a 4-day case–had invited the entire BAU over to help prep the nursery on a rare, free Saturday.

“Emily,” you complained that Friday morning when she came home. “I won’t even have time to make food!”

“You don’t need time to make food,” she chastised, wrapping her arms around you from behind and resting her chin on your shoulder. “Because we’re just gonna have it delivered.”

You scoffed. “I always cook, Em. It’s my whole thing!”

She turned you around and grasped your face in her hands, kissing the tip of your nose, then moving to your lips. You huffed impatiently, even as your stomach erupted in butterflies (and maybe a few kicks from the baby) when Emily kissed you. “Okay, well, right now your whole thing is being seven months pregnant, so…”

“I could at least make cookies…” you grumbled. “If you get me chocolate chips from the store?”

Emily raised her eyebrows at you, but smiled lightly. “Will it make you happy?”

“Mmhm,” you confirmed, turning on the charm and your very best puppy dog eyes.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, kissing you one more time for good measure and grabbing her keys from the counter. “I can’t say no to you when you look at me like that.”

“Thank you, my love!” you called after her, a little too giddy with your grocery store victory.

“Yeah, yeah…” she muttered, shutting the door, but you knew she was smiling behind it.

But, now, here you were. Saturday, mid-morning. A plate of fresh-baked, homemade brown butter chocolate chip cookies on a plate on the coffee table… along with gifts from every single member of the BAU. Despite insisting they not bring any.

Hotch sat in the living room with you, playing Mario Kart on the Switch with Dave and Jack. Penelope gossiped with you on the couch. Meanwhile, Emily was running operations in the nursery, and every so often you could hear her ordering Derek and Spencer around. It made you giggle. JJ squeezed your shoulder, hovering back and forth between rooms.

“You need anything, Y/N?” she asked.

“I’m okay,” you assured her. “Thanks, JJ. Just… make sure Emily doesn’t get too bossy.”

JJ laughed. “Oh, I’m not sure anyone can do that.”

“Can we do gifts now? I think we should do gifts! Open mine, Y/N!” Penelope insisted, patting the spot next to her on the couch for JJ and handing you a glittery gift bag. You should’ve known they wouldn’t listen when you’d said not to bring gifts. You would’ve done the same thing. They were your family, after all.

You pulled out the tissue paper to reveal several tiny baby onesies in bright colors with adorable designs and sayings. Happy Camper. Silly Little Bear. Even one with tiny dinosaurs all over that said Babysaurus. Your heart felt like it might burst thinking about how cute your little one was going to look in these.

“Penelope, these are so cute!” You wrapped her in a hug. “I’m gonna send you so many pictures of her in these!”

“I know you guys are waiting to find out the gender, so I tried to pick ones that were gender neutral. Although, I mean I guess technically every outfit is gender neutral or… should be, or–”

You stopped her before she spiraled. “They’re perfect."

Before you knew it, Jack was pressed up against you, shoving another gift bag into your hands.

“Open ours, Aunt Y/N!”

You wrapped an arm around him and gave him a squeeze. “Thanks, buddy. I can’t wait to see what it is!”

You pulled out the most adorable stuffed gray wolf, soft as velvet, complete with two little pointy felt teeth sticking out.

“Oh, Jack, it’s perfect!”

“His name is Wolfie,” Jack told you, snatching the toy back.

“Jack,” Hotch scolded. “Remember, that’s for Aunt Emily and Aunt Y/N’s baby. It’s not yours.”

Hotch looked at you apologetically, and you shook your head to let him know it wasn’t a big deal.

“I made you this picture, too,” Jack said, handing you a crumpled piece of paper. You smoothed it out to find stick figures of you and Emily. He’d drawn your belly as a big circle, with a tiny swaddled baby inside of it. You grinned.

“Now, this is art, Jack. This is going right on the fridge.”

“This is you,” he said, pointing. “And this is Aunt Emily. And this is the baby inside your tummy.”

Speaking of the baby, she was incredibly active right now. Almost as if she, too, was happy to be with her BAU family.

“You want to feel her kick?” you asked Jack, and he nodded. You grasped his hand in yours and pressed it over your baby bump, estimating at the last place she’d kicked. Jack screeched when he felt her kick his hand, jumping on his tiptoes.

“Oh my gosh!” he squealed. “Oh my gosh! Daddy, there’s an alive baby in there!”

Hotch smiled at you. He was such a good dad. A good team leader. A good friend to you and Emily.

“After she’s born, Jack, you’ll have to come over and hold her,” you told him, but he was already gone, distracted the Switch.

“Aw, crap,” Dave exclaimed as Hotch hit him with a red shell. Hotch chuckled. “Y/N, go ahead and open up mine,” Dave said. “I’ve already lost this race. It’s the one with the silver paper.”

Penelope grabbed the gift for you, since your arms wouldn’t quite reach all the way to the coffee table. You ripped off the paper to reveal a box set that read, “Ciao Pasta Bistro.” It included a tiny little metal stock pot and colander, little ladles, and soft felt pasta shapes–bowties and raviolis and elbow noodles and shells.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, looking it over. Penelope and JJ leaned next to you to get a closer look. “This is freaking adorable.”

“The little meatball’s gonna know her pasta shapes if Uncle Dave has anything to say about it!” Dave called, cheering as he zoomed past Hotch with Star Power.

“Thank you so much, Dave,” you said, and you really meant it. They were such thoughtful gifts, so particular to each of them. You couldn't wait to show the baby, to let her get to know her BAU family, too.

JJ waited until everyone was distracted and Penelope had been dragged into Mario Kart (“Okay, but I’ll win! They don’t call me a tech goddess for nothing!”) to give you her gift. She sat next to you and pulled a bag from underneath the coffee table.

“These are more for you than for the baby,” JJ explained. “But if your pregnancy is anything like mine, you’ll get plenty of baby gifts, but not a whole lot of mom gifts.”

“That’s really thoughtful of you, JJ.” You squeezed her hand.

She pulled things out one by one, displaying them discreetly and explaining their purpose. “Listen, your nipples will hurt so bad. So bad. Just telling it like it is. So…” She held up a plastic tube. “Nipple cream. This one was my favorite. Also, silver nursing cups. I can’t explain why the silver makes them less sore, but it does.”

You nodded, feeling both overwhelmed and extremely grateful. “It’s basic, but there’s also a food delivery gift card in here. I know you love to cook, but I promise you’re not gonna feel like it for a while after giving birth.”

“JJ, I don’t know what to say. This is so nice.”

She held up a finger to stop you. “Last gift.” She pointed to herself. “Me and Will. We’re happy to babysit. Often, if you like.” When she saw you start to protest, she said, “Look, Henry’s getting older, and I really miss baby snuggles. So it’s really no trouble at all.”

You felt like you might cry. It wasn’t that nobody paid attention to you or took care of you during your pregnancy. Emily took excellent care of you. It was just that JJ was right. Most people looked at the end of your pregnancy and the birth of the baby as the end of the hard part for the birthing parent. But you knew that wasn’t going to be the case. And JJ knew, too. You were so grateful for her friendship, for her support.

“Thank you so much, JJ,” you said quietly, pulling her in for a hug.

“Oh, are you opening gifts?” Spencer asked, entering the room and hovering quietly behind you.

“Yep!” you said, watching him retrieve a tidy package wrapped in newspapers and hand it to you. You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you guys done with the nursery already!?”

Spencer chuckled. “Oh, no. Not even close. I just snuck out while Emily was yelling at Morgan.”

You shrugged and started tearing the paper. “That tracks.”

Inside Spencer’s package was a set of colorful board books with titles like Quantum Physics for Babies, General Relativity for Babies, and Rocket Science for Babies.

“Spencer, these are awesome!” you exclaimed, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “Baby Prentiss is gonna be a genius.”

“You know, that’s probably true,” Spencer observed, taking Penelope's place in front of the TV next to Jack. “Scientifically speaking, children inherit their intelligence from their mother, not their father. So no matter how intelligent or unintelligent the donor was, the baby will inherit your intellect. And you’re really smart, so it’s likely the baby will be, too.”

“Trust Reid to come with a prepped science lesson,” Emily said, poking her head around the corner.

You threw a balled-up piece of wrapping paper in Emily’s general direction. “Zip it, Em! I like hearing about what Spencer knows.”

“Nerd,” she muttered under her breath, coming up behind you to place her hands on your shoulders and kiss the top of your head. “You alright? You need anything?”

You squeezed her hand. “I need you... to stop being so mean to Derek.”

“Thank you!” Derek exclaimed, emerging from the hallway to shove Emily out of the way and plant a kiss on your cheek. “It’s nice to know someone around here cares about Uncle Derek.”

Emily shoved him back. “Yeah, well, I don’t want to have to tell the little butternut squash that you wussed out of painting his nursery one wall in.”

Derek grabbed one of the cookies from the coffee table and took a bite, momentarily closing his eyes in enjoyment. You smiled. This is why you loved cooking and baking.

“Listen, Prentiss,” he teased. “I’m taking a well-deserved break. You’re lucky I love your girl or I wouldn’t put up with this shit.”

“Ooh!” Jack squealed. “He said a bad word!”

Derek looked at Hotch apologetically, then reached down to grab the last unopened gift bag. 

“Here, mama,” he said, handing it to you. “Saved the best for last.”

You grinned at him, handing Emily the loose tissue paper as you opened the gift. Inside was a collection of soft toys that included a football, a whistle, and a little number one finger.

“Oh, man, are we gonna have a little football fan, Uncle Derek?” you asked, grinning cheekily.

“Not just any football fan,” he insisted. “There’s one more thing in there.”

You pulled out a tiny Chicago Bears onesie, complete with a number 34 on the back for Walter Payton.

“A Bears fan, huh?” you said, smiling from ear to ear.

“I figured since the little guy or gal’s gonna be born right as football season’s kicking off, he’ll spend a lot of time on the couch watching the games with Uncle Derek. And we gotta be decked out in our matching gear.”

“If you let us sleep, Morgan,” Emily said, squeezing his shoulder playfully. “You can indoctrinate my son into being a sports fan all you want.”

“Or daughter!” you protested, and the whole team laughed. By now, your faux-feud over the baby’s gender was well-known. They were even placing bets. It was about a 50/50 split.

“Alright, guys,” Emily said, clapping her hands together and rallying the troops. “One wall down, two walls to go. And one wall of wallpaper, but I don’t think that’ll take as long.”

JJ, Penelope, Hotch, and Dave stood to follow Emily to the nursery while Derek took a seat next to you. Spencer sat cross-legged on the floor with Jack, fully immersed in Mario Kart.

“Be there in a second, Emily,” he called. “We’re about to start Rainbow Road.”

You grinned, so glad to be surrounded by Emily’s family–her real family. Happy that you had people who were excited for you, people who took care of you, people who gave up their Saturday to help you get ready to welcome a new family member.

“Hey, Jack, add me and Derek in for the next round,” you said, lowering yourself gently onto the floor, Derek’s hand instinctively grasping yours to support you. “I play a mean Moo Moo Meadows.”

[rosesradio]

ok, so we all know Leo is very affectionate when he finally settles down and realizes you're not leaving. so could you pretty please with a cherry on top, do Leo with a very affectionate partner? like always holding his hand and slipping in kisses and 'i love you's at every possible chance and like- how he'd react? you don't have to if you don't want

Leo is touch starved. Like, really touch starved.

He wants to be affectionate with his friends, and they probably want the same thing, though they’re all really repressed. So, they bottle things up, and beyond the occasional pat on the back, Leo has nothing.

He’s so touch starved that, by the time he starts going out with you, he has no idea how to react to your affection.

You always move close to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind while he works on plans for projects. You kiss his cheek, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as if it were crafted just for you.

And Leo loves it. He loves you.

But he also can’t deny the feelings that come with the good. How his head spins, leaving him dazed. How overwhelming it is to go from nothing to everything so quickly. It’s a feeling like he hasn’t eaten in so long, now the thought of a whole meal makes him nauseous.

So, he talks to you. He’s hesitant, worried you’ll laugh or dismiss him, though you don’t. You listen, and as much as you love showing him affection, you agree to slow things down.

You do little things, asking beforehand, reassuring him that there’s nothing wrong with his shyness. You still talk and joke around like friends—because that’s what the building blocks in this relationship were, and that’s what they always will be.

Slowly, you find he breaks out of his shell easier when he takes the reins. You watch a movie in the Bunker, sitting on the worn couch. You compliment the quality from his homemade projector (it really is better than the movie theater). You glance over at him, more interested in seeing his cute smile than you are the movie.

15 minutes in, his hand rests on top of yours.

25 minutes in, he links his arm in yours, resting his head on your shoulder. Every touch from him ignites sparks across your skin, making you smile like an idiot. You just squeeze his thigh affectionately, letting him know that everything is okay.

45 minutes into the movie, he’s laying between your legs with his arms around your waist, using your chest as a pillow. He’s still watching the movie, of course; the pair of you use the movie as a crutch for all of this. You run your fingers through his messy curls, and he sighs with such a fulfilled peace.

Soon enough, you’re in a swift competition for who can be more affectionate. You sit with your leg against his at breakfast, holding on to one of his arms as you talk about your plans for the day. Leo ends up tapping I love you in morse code on his desk so many times, he loses focus on his projects; somehow, pulling you into his lap and resting his head on your shoulder makes him regain focus like magic.

Chiron considers a few new rules against Camper PDA, though seeing what the two of you have been through as heroes, he decides against it. For now.

[daughterofapollo-official]

Halloween.

Believe it or not Nico loves Halloween. Cabin 13 has the best decorations (half are actual skeletons and spirts, but Dw. He got permission from Hades)

He loves the holiday because his the best at it. The boy will be shadow traveling all night, just little trips from corner to corner of camp and scaring the absolute shit out of everyone. Will he feel dead the next day? Yes but that’s day of the dead so, it’s all in good spirits! He looks freaky as hell… so not much different than usual.

If he is not jump scaring someone he has a huge smile on his face, because he and Will went as a couple’s costume. It’s adorable.

However for that Day Nico had to sever the attachment at the hip. Only for some portions of the night. You know how hard it is to jump scare or catch people off guard if you’re right next to your boyfriend who naturally glows? Impossible.

Children of Aphrodite also love the Holiday. Not for the scares but for the romance! Couples costumes, binging scary movies until you end up crawling in your lovers lap and making out. Drinking and showing off how hot you look in your costume, waiting for the compliments on how beautiful you are to come flooding in. It’s the best.

Some will go in a pretty costume, some in a slutty costume. Piper herself went as Marida from brave. Because all the girls wanted to go as Disney princess and they begged her to join. She gave in, but instead on Marida. Leo presided to make fun on her the whole night for how the red wig clashed with her skin color until she took said wig off and slapped him with it. The son of Hephaestus was coughing fake red hair for at least two days afterwards.

Children of Apollo also enjoy the holiday, but for different reasons. They like the artistry of it. They like dissecting horror, movies, and thrillers and slashers seeing what the recipe is and whether or not the movie was good in terms of writing and acting. They like the songs that are played thought the night. Every Halloween you can spot at least two children of Apollo at any time mumbling to themselves or out right singing “I always feel like somebody is watching meeeeee!” Nothing makes them happier than you joining in “and I got no privacy” it will make them insanely happy.

They love how creative people can get with costumes and also love how people reference art peace’s in their costumes. And buy that: any movie or book character costume is an art reference.

They love how creative the food is too. Those homemade Halloween themed food that is just normal food but is served and decorated in a way it doesn’t look it with a fake name like ‘brains’ instead of pasta.

Children of Dionysus live for Halloween. In the early hours of night when the sun is just starting to set, the younger campers had arrived when they were little or I still 12 and under go trick-or-treating from cabin to cabin and get candy from counselors or teenage campers. It’s a very adorable part of Halloween especially for the little kids that live at camp have blood that don’t have a home to go back to or parents trick-or-treat with.

But after all the little trick-or-treaters are done, they all go to a chosen cabin and they have a sleepover and they’re allowed to watch Halloween movies and eat their candy for the rest of the night.

But the big kids all head over to the Dionysus cabin once the kids are done trick-or-treating, and the Dionysus cabin throws the biggest Rager of the year on Halloween. Red Wine everywhere but they call it blood. Costume contest, party party party. In any detection you look there’s at least one couple sucking face. Drinking games. Spin the bottle. It’s absolutely crazy.

Trick-or-treat! Hermes children pick trick! They will TP every cabin they can, scare the little ones instead of give candy. There will be a prank or jump scare every day leading up to Halloween and on Halloween the tricks just intensify.

Children of Hephaestus are traders. They build the machinery needed for Hermes Cabin trickery in exchange of immunity. They also have some of the best decorations in camp because they have steam and glowing red eyes!!! They make all the decorations themselves. Cue evil laugh. It’s all mechanical dummies designed to be as scary as possible. All the robots movements are planes and calculated to scare. Voice boxes in all of them and everything. In fact there’s this whole campaign of teens that want Chiron to allow the Hephaestus cabin to make a haunted house every year. Chiron said he’d allow it if the found a building to host it. So far they haven’t. But Leo is insistent that Bunker 9 is all they need.

Almost everyone enjoys and love Halloween, except for Hunters of Artemis. The hunters of Artemis hate Halloween becuase they think the kids in costumes are targets half the time and they’ve injured multiple children in the past. They got in trouble for this so many times that Chiron forbid them from visiting on Halloween for the rest of time.

“Boo!”

Shoots arrow

“Ahhhhh! Chiron!”

“Shit that wasn’t the real madusa?!”

Children of Hades playlist 👇

Children of Aphrodite playlist 👇

Children of Apollo playlist 👇

Children of Dionysus playlist 👇

Children of Hermes playlist 👇

Children of Hephaestus playlist 👇

Hunters of Artemis playlist 👇

[darkpeacemusic]

Slashers on S/O's birthday

(Since my birthday is coming up in 5 days I thought it might be nice to give a treat for all the April babies out there)

Warnings: None. Just pure fluff. Tho there's some mentions of murder and gore.

Characters: Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Carrie White, Bubba Sawyer, Daniel Robitallie

Jason Voorhees

This babyyy will do everything to make your birthday the best day of your life.

He will give you so many birthday kisses.

He will let you relax not having worrying about anything in the world.

Will most definitely give you a present (that he stole from the campers he killed) even if you say he didn't need to.

Since his mother taught him how to cook, he will bake you a very delicious cake.

He will be very happy when you say that you had a great birthday.

The night will end up with you two snuggling by the fire in your shared cabin.

Michael Myers

He would most likely end up forgetting.

Once you remind him, he realizes and feels somewhat bad because it's your big day.

He will probably just get a last minute gift like flowers or something. It's the thought that counts, right?

He would take you out on a nice romantic sunset view because he doesn't want you to feel like you're not important.

Regardless, you will feel happy that he thought of you.

He's not a big cake fan (and he didn't have much time to make you a cake) so he just gives you your favorite chocolate.

When the night comes, he will put your birthday on his calendar so he won't forget again.

Carrie White

Will most definitely make you breakfast in bed.

She will do everything you want to do for your birthday whether that be staying in or out for your birthday. She just loves to see you happy.

She spent weeks trying to find the perfect gift for you. When you open it, it's your favorite gemstone on a necklace.

She also spent weeks trying to perfect your cake so you can have the most delicious cake.

When you tell her that she didn't need to make everything perfect because all that matters to you is that you're with her, the sweet girl will tear up and hug you.

The night will end with you and her watching a classic movie of your choice while you two snuggle together.

Bubba Sawyer

When you wake up, Bubba will be there with your favorite breakfast dish.

He will try to sing happy birthday but will probably just be a bunch of squeals.

He will take you downstairs where all the family is there with gifts (most likely from the previous victims).

The gifts are just some clothing and jewelry but again, it's the thought that counts.

When it comes time for cake, they probably just got a store bought cake (but at least it's not made out of human organs).

The night will end with him making you a homemade meal and him just being with you for the whole night.

Daniel/Candyman

This smooth talking man will spoil you to the max for your day.

He will make you the most extravagant breakfast in bed and say "Happy birthday, my honeybee."

He will take you to the most fanciest restaurant.

He will make you your most favorite cake with your favorite icing flavor.

He even gives you a present which is a heart locker with his favorite memory of you and him so he can always be in your heart.

He will end the night with a romantic birthday dance with your favorite music playing.

"Thank you Daniel. You made this the best birthday ever," you say as he kisses your head.

"Anything for you, my honeybee," Daniel will say in his normal smooth voice as he holds you close.

[keladeinos]

Rachel Elizabeth Dare Headcanons

- these are definitely fictive influenced sorry

- gender-fluid for sure but sexuality wise she’s unlabeled but on the aroace spectrum so the whole percy thing was entirely platonic but flirting and making girls and boys flustered is something she thought was funny as a teen

- loves all forms of media she can find the beauty in anything she looks at

- her blue plastic hairbrush was a gift from her dad it was a big pack because she likes certain everyday items to be the same incase they break she can replace them she’s got 5 more at home.

- is really good friends with annabeth!! none of that fighting really happened and they never hated each other.

- she’s got a huge soft spot for piper who helped her decorate her cave in little ways

- honestly her closest friends are leo, piper, butch, lou ellen and clarisse which nobody was really expecting but clarisse and rachel just have such a special bond

- loves when the hunters swing by she loves to have dinner with them and talk to artemis who always wanted her to join but respects her decisions and rachel’s an honorary huntress in artemis’ eyes

- also also speaking of cave decorations she has a few favorites: the aphrodite cabin made her one way mirror curtains so that she gets in a lot of natural light. her rugs are kaleidoscopic made by the iris cabin, the demeter cabin always gives her the best strawberry saplings so she can always have fresh fruit around. the hypnos cabin with the help of the hephaestus cabin built her a canopy over bed to help her her sleep

- since her bed makes her pass out she’s got every kind of seat beanbags chairs futons etc to lay on! everyone’s got a comfy seat when they come visit her

- the cabins love her esp now that the oracle is a real walking person and they’re always willing to hang out or spend time with her, she found her family

- all of her clothes are either handmade, or patched up (usually decorative embroidery) and all of her clothing items are covered in doodles and paints

- MAJOR mythos obsessions as a kid, big into norse and egyptian

- dnd buff, she loves to DM and she plays wizards, sorcerers or artificers because she thinks they’re cute

- she gets nightmares and developed some sleepwalking habits after becoming the oracle, sometimes she’ll be found in the forest near the river and all the naiads and nymphs around her in a big pile

- rachel changed her name to a more english sounding one because people would always pronounce raquel weirdly. her name was originally elisa raquel but rachel elizabeth sounded more professional. her closest friends call her RED nonetheless because it’s her favorite name

- rachel had a horrible nightmare that happened when percy annabeth and nico fell to tartarus. she was found huddled in the corner of her cave, everyrhing turned upside down and a painting on the floor that essentially looked like scribbles until you realized what you were looking at. she had a breakdown afterwards, chiron trying his best to comfort her.

- to help some campers with their discomfort in their scars and appearance she learned how to tattoo over them and will have flash sales where you just bring her food and she’ll tattoo you. the first person to get a tattoo was clarisse who brought her a homemade family dish

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Sorry if my asks start to get spammy, i recently got an account after lurking for a while and im excited 😅 but do you have any headcannons for either Mateo or Nanteo?

Oooh hello!! Welcome!! Not spammy at all!! I love getting asks like this about all the characters, but especially the side characters who don’t get a ton of attention!!

I do have headcanons about Mateo and Nanteo!! I will share a few 🤭

Mateo is a big Mexican National Football team supporter and he loves Guillermo Ochoa (as we all should), Chicharito (my beloved) and Carlos Vela. He actually had posters of Ochoa and Chicharito on his bedroom walls when he was a kid! He goes to matches played in Austin with Carlos and Gabriel, and later with Carlos and Jonah 💛 they are reeeeeeally looking forward to North America hosting the 2026 World Cup!!!

Mateo lives with Owen, not because he can’t afford his own place, but because it’s beneficial to both of them!! Mateo loves having a mentor and father figure like Owen, and for Owen he really does see his team as family and he loves having Mateo around. It keeps him young and he likes having the company too. I really do think Owen sees Mateo as a sort of second son, and while I don’t think he views it as any kind of “do over,” I think he sees some opportunities there to guide Mateo through some life decisions that he may have missed with TK.

I think Mateo hangs out with Hassan, the meathead dude from Marjan’s blind dates in 4x12, a lot. They work out and go to the juice bar and go to the mall and buy the same shirt in 15 different colors.

Mateo really likes cooking and he is pretty good at it! He didn’t really have a chance to do a lot of cooking in the firehouses he worked at before he joined the 126, because he was only ever given grunt work. But under Paul and Judd’s guidance, and with a fully stocked kitchen available to him at Owen’s house, he’s learned a lot and really been able to grow and hone his skill! I think during the months that Tarlos was living at Owen’s, Mateo actually did a lot of the cooking for everybody and once Carlos started feeling better they started cooking together and it was Mateo’s favorite time of the day!

Mateo’s favorite thing to do for Nancy is surprise her with new homemade meals, using his newfound cooking skills mentioned above! Nancy loves it because she does not cook. At least not anything elaborate.

I love the little crumb we got in 5x01 about Nanteo being campers. I think they like to go on little adventures, like hiking in hill country and camping. They go tubing in the summer and they go on ski weekends in the winter. They tried to get tarlos to go skiing with them once and Carlos was like “…no.”

Thank you so much for this ask, anon!! I apologize if it is an incoherent mess I am queuing it right as I’m about to slip into a food coma 😅 If you are American and celebrate the holiday, I hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving!!!

[tohrules]

10 more Harrison head cannons

1.he always seems to be able to perfectly predict the weather for the day so nerris amd Preston will ask him of it's a good day for something.

2.harrison is amazing at giving gifts because he's used to buying friends without the money to do so. He makes a homemade gift for all the campers and gives them to them at random points without saying who it's from. Neil has gotten more than the others.

3.harrison has written at least 10 apology letters to max for making him throw up stuffed animals and magic stuff but he can't phrase it right. Eventually he just hands max a box with oragmi cranes in it says for making you throw up all that stuff and walks away. Max is very confused by the thousand tiny cranes.

4.harrison is obsessed with mythology and can quote and correct anyone on any Greek roman Norse or Egyptian myth

5.harrison is prone to panic attacks but he's learned how to dissociate because of bully's in the past making fun of him for having a panic attack.

6. Both of Harrison's parents work and right after his brother disappeared they started taking more shifts to "get more money for the family" when really they just didn't want to be by harrison.

7.harrison actually did make his brother disappear. It happened a year before he went to camble to try and fix it. Before that they tried a few different more religions routs but gave up on that until they saw the magic camp pamphlet and decided to send him there.

8.harrison is autistic and struggles to read social cues from others often leading to him coming off as rude unless he really tries to be nice.

9.harrison loves romance books of any kind. However he spent 2 weeks yelling at Preston about Romeo and Juliet calling it idiotic because they both could of lived happily ever after if just one person had a brain.

10. When scared Harrison will stat to pull away from everyone if he is the only one freaking out but the second someone else is freaking out Harrison puts all his effort into comforting and distracting them from their fear.

(extra one as a treat) 11. Harrison has phycology as a special interest and will randomly say things that relate to the phycology of another camper and pretend he is just spouting cool facts

[leiascully]

If you're still taking prompts: bower.

(Hope you're feeling a bit better, or will soon!)

They're in a nameless hotel in the middle of the country. They've changed cars again - it's a little pickup this time, with a camper shell. Innocuous, among the backpackers and backcountry aficionados. Scully sits on the motel bed. It's not a bed for lounging. She flips through the channels on the tv and settles on a nature documentary.

"The bowerbird is unique among passerines," says a cultured voice. On the screen, a blue-black bird bobs up and down among stalks of dry grass. "The male crafts a structure to house his mate and decorates it, using found objects to accessorize it in a way that will please his potential mate."

"Well, he can't go to Hobby Lobby," Scully murmurs back to the screen. There's a tapping at the door. She gets up to flip back the privacy latch.

"Who can't?" Mulder asks, coming in.

"The bowerbird," Scully tells him. "He reminds me of you."

"I can't go to Hobby Lobby?"

"Can you?" He shrugs and hands her a greasy paper bag. "I don't know how you heard that."

"I've had you bugged for years," Mulder says easily. "I thought you knew."

"That would explain things." She opens the bag. Inside is a sandwich wrapped in plastic, a brownie likewise swaddled, and a heap of loose potato chips. Everything looks homemade. Mulder has his own bag. There's already a chip crunching between his teeth. His lips are glossy with oil.

"So why do I remind you of the bowerbird? My glossy plumage? My dance moves?" He bobs his dark head.

"The way you used to put things up around the office to entice me." Scully eats a chip. They're very good. "Fewer pebbles, more articles clipped from unedited magazines, but the theory is the same. You lured me in with your slideshows."

"That might be the only crime I've ever been accused of that I'm actually guilty," he says thoughtfully, unwrapping his sandwich.

"Breaking and entering," she says. "Criminal trespass. Tampering with and/or destroying government property. Assaulting a witness."

"I wasn't accused of that last one," he corrects her.

"You did do it." Did Roche deserve it? That's not for her to say.

"I didn't say I didn't." He takes a bite out of his sandwich. "You're one to talk, Miss Contempt of Congress."

"I'd do it again," she says vehemently.

"I know you would," he tells her, and for a moment, she feels like they're back in the basement office, making a stand, instead of on the run.

[tallochar]

This is possibly just me and, in that case, that's fine, but I think it's very crunchy and meaty to consider the fact that before the late 90s, you did not have interconnected-by-earpieces-and-phones Bats at work.

Most of Tim early run was in a technological period where cellphones, satellites and earpieces were not available. One of the big hallmarks of the story where Tim goes after Bruce, at the risk of losing Robin, is that Tim *could not* contact Bruce in the field.

He had called the police to tell them the information he had so they could try to help, but Bruce had no way of being contacted in the field (and the same goes around the opposite way when Tim was out in Paris / in the streets of Gotham on his own). People had to meet up and talk in person and if they were separated in the field there was no technological fallback to rely on.

Tim's parents abduction tape was a literal vhs tape that was mailed (not e-mailed, I am talking straight up postal mail) from Haiti to Gotham (that it got there in what seemed like a day or two and did not get lost in the general mail really tell me this was comic-logic at work).

Tim having a phone in his room was a clear sign to me that he was in a Well Off People (not necessarily rich rich but upper middle class for sure) private school and them calling him from across the world meant that they were spending to get in touch with him that way.

The reason Tim's parents sent him postcards is because people did do that because that was both a bit traditional and a good way to keep in touch when phones were still not necessarily reliable (you were often calling pay phone to landline or landline to landline and if nobody was there to pick up the call you'd have to try again another time).

(I am coming at this from an European experience, but I remember going to a family camping site for the summer, and I am talking something that would be considered glamping nowadays, where we had a camper / roulotte with a plastic veranda attached to it and we would stay all summer in our assigned lot, with my grandparents & aunt with cousins in the lots around us if they could swing it, and I had to bike half hour to get up to reception and pay to put in a call anywhere, pay extra to call Italy because we were in Istria and so it was an international call, and then be absolutely sure, because it had to have been discussed before hand, that my father would be home to pick up the phone because he did not have a cellphone, none of us did, and it was actually better to send letters or postcards home and get letters back from him or see him when he came for the odd week-end, because he had to work and couldn't spend the summer with us and that was just the state of communications at the time. And we were in the same time-zone!)

As someone whose first cellphone was a brick the literal size of my forearm at the time, which had the newest tech available on it, which was texting (I do not mean MMS or video messages, I literally mean SMS, which cost a certain amount for each one sent and if you ran out of that amount you had to recharge your card to add more texts on it, same went for the minutes) and had no one to use it with because nobody else in my social circles had one that did that, most of them did not have a cellphone at the time, I remember where just being in touch with everyone was Not A Thing.

You went out and agreed to meeting points / check-ins / times to come back at or be home for and that was it.

I remember everyone getting into nokias, the small ones that played snake and if you wanted a specific sound for your ringtone you had to find it on websites on the internet and insert it note by note following the code the phone used, while I sort of disassociated by cellphones in general and was more excited that I could fit more songs in an MP3 player, battery charged, than I could have done before on my CDs or, earlier still, on my homemade mixtape.

We were still using tiny tape recorders at the time. My mom specifically taped and then transcripted her university lessons, because she was in a program for people going to the university while being older and part of the working force and not everyone could be at the lessons in their group, so they all recorded it in turns and transcripted it to share with each other, as a group effort.

(I disassociated from cellphones because I didn't like to be reachable when I was out of the house, as I had no friends and the only people looking for me would be my mom or my grandmother and I resented what felt like being put on the leash of being always accountable for where I was and what I was doing, so I was reliably either forgetting it home or "forgetting it at home" or genuinely forgetting to charge it and it was immensely frustrating for them, who just wanted to be able to call me if something happened / they needed to talk to me.)

And I think that's crunchy, I think that's meaty, I think that creates way more interesting possibilities to chew on than everyone being always reachable at all times.

Especially if you then contrast it with the changing times when everyone did become reachable reliably 99% of the time and compare / contrast it with younger characters (like Damian or similarly aged young heroes) who are growing up in a world where everything is connected and you can just use a comm or put in a call and expect someone will answer.

Imagine the tension, if something is happening and an explosion goes off and nobody knows why it happened yet and who was in there and who wasn't and they have no way to check but to go in and hope to find people, instead of doing a quick round of check-ins on the comms.

Or possibly something something a villain causes a communication-wide black-out in Gotham and frieds most not-faraday-caged systems and no one can rely on tech for a few days, because if they try to use it it gets fried too, so they have to dig out the old hydraulical grapples and cannot check in with each other the whole time they are out in the field and suddenly you don't know how everyone else is doing and you cannot rely on calling for back-up and you cannot check things in with Oracle / Alfred / whoever you have operating comms and they cannot give you directions and you cannot pull up a map. Some people have never been without that support before, some people have but got used to it, some people might even find relief in being able to go around unchecked.

How much dread and tension / sudden sense of freedom could you cram into that? How much conflict in the aftermath too, when some people don't *want* to be back on that thether, while also appreciating all the advantages that come with it, and others instead might be extra clingy through it?

If you do a 'sent back in the past' / 'sent to another dimension' / 'time travel' fic, why not lean into the tech side of things not being what is now and thus hampering your heroes and both how much they can get done and how they get it done?

Just some food for thought.

[chronicallycouchbound]

Unhoused Solidarity In Action

This is a non-exhaustive list of resources you might have access to, or know of, that can be used to aid unhoused community members directly. Many of these focus on direct mutual aid as individuals but can be helpful to consider when in community organizing settings. - What do you (or someone you know) have access to, that you can provide to the community? - Can they be accessed, used, or provided: regularly, occasionally, only in emergencies, weekly, daily, sporadically, consistently, etc.? - Consider seasonal needs (winter coats don’t help us when it’s 90 degrees out!) - Remember to practice active, informed consent with individuals and ask if these would be helpful! Don’t take it personally if your offer isn’t helpful to someone, it might help someone else. - These should be realistic and not compromise your safety or well-being. Remember to prioritize safety over comfort.

Housing

- Consider your relationship with this person (generally, don’t offer complete strangers into your home)

- Location matters a lot. Unhoused people often need to be near “hubs”/cities, close to resources and systems of care.

- Some people can’t live in hotels, couch surf, or any of these options without losing their housing vouchers, and in some cases health insurance or other assistance programs. Legal definitions of homelessness (used by voucher programs) usually don’t include people living in hotels/motels, or couch surfing (including most of these options). Check with the individual to see if this might be helpful.

Extra bedrooms

Campers, trailers

Couches

Apartments

Land/yards to camp on, park at, etc.

Donate funds or points for a hotel room

Shelters

Floor space

Safe parking lots to sleep in your car in (sleeping in your car is considered legal homelessness in most places)

Time

- Emotional capacity and minimizing the risk of burnout are important here especially

Do outreach with a community org

File for grants

Provide education materials

Share knowledge regarding resources

Emotional support - build genuine connections with your local unhoused neighbors

Reach out to companies for donations

Create or add to lists of resources, open bathrooms, etc.

Transportation

- One of the biggest barriers to accessing existing resources is transportation (also mailing addresses, internet access, and active phone service)

Personal car, ride-sharing/carpooling

Bus tickets/passes

Old/not frequently used bikes

Taxi services/vouchers

Uber/Lift gift cards

Carpooling

Coordinate rides for people

Food

- A lot of unhoused people prefer “comfort foods” to “health foods” - Ask about dietary restrictions, the cooking ability of the unhoused person, the cooking equipment, etc. - Soft foods are frequently more accessible to us as dental issues are very common - 100$ in fast food is significantly less than 100$ in homemade food

Can cook hot meals

Can pay for meals

Knows someone (person, business) who can supply food

Inviting people over for a meal

Gifting food (be sure to be considerate of dietary restrictions, cooking ability, equipment needed to cook, etc.)

Have a community dunkin gift card

Make or add to a fruit tree map (fallingfruit.org, community gardens, federal university campuses)

Money

- Money should be freely given, with no strings attached - Ask what form works best for them— cash apps/virtual, physical cash, gift cards, quarters, etc.

It is best to provide cash donations directly to impacted individuals (or organizations) with no strings attached

Provide relevant, local chain store gift cards (Grocery stores, coffee shops, restaurants)

Coordinate fundraisers

Apply for grants

Supplies

- Ask individuals what they need most!

Purchase and donate supplies directly to individuals or organizations

Reach out to businesses

Donate old phones or computers

Add someone to your family phone plan

Donate professional clothes for interviews

Donate an outfit you would actually wear

Talents, Trades, Skills

Your hobbies might be helpful! Crochet is extremely trendy right now (easy to learn, you could make hats/scarves for community members)!

Professional ties/experience Examples: You’re a cosmetologist who can do free haircuts for an hour each week, or you’re a graphic designer who can create a website for an organization for free, or you’re a nurse who can provide wound care to encampments

Community gardens

Connect with and partner with non-profits or community-based organizations in your area (or help start one if there’s none!)

Allow people to use you as a reference for job interviews

Bathrooms

- Not just toilets, but showers and mirrors are important too

Ask businesses to pledge to have open, public, accessible, and free restrooms

Your personal restroom

Make a list of local public restrooms

Free gym memberships or add someone to a gym plan

Services

- In order to access most services, you need most, if not all, of the following: transportation, identification, important paperwork, printing/faxing access, mailing addresses, internet access, active phone service, free time during business hours, and emotional and mental ability (and capacity) to complete everything required (forms, applications, phone calls, interviews, annual reviews, verifications) in a timely manner (usually on a strict deadline)

Case management experience you can volunteer

Peer support for service navigation (great option for people with prior lived experience)

Advocacy within services

Offer to provide a P.O. box or use your address to receive mail

Housing skills

Allow someone to use your library card for books, computers, the internet, etc. (most libraries won’t allow unhoused people to get a library card)

Volunteer at a shelter

Allow someone to use your home wifi, printer, phone number, mailbox, email, etc.

Fundraising

- If you can’t donate your own personal funds, fundraising is a great way to help out

Community mutual aid asks (in person or online)

Art walks

Skate competition

Concerts

Tip jar

Gift basket raffle

Clothing and food drive

Game tourney

Live streams

Start a GoFundMe for individuals/orgs

I strongly encourage you to look over the matching slides I created for this workshop: https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1VDngImsMByUFmKX611zAJ43a0UcYIfMBxrbh_g1IJvc/edit

As a disclaimer: I have been homeless/unhoused for over half of my life. My experiences of homelessness have included while being a infant, toddler, young child, preteen, teenager, and young adult. I am 24 years old. My most recent experience of being unhoused was last year, and I am currently precariously housed (meaning: at high risk of losing housing again). My experiences of homelessness have included sleeping outside in a tent, sleeping on park benches and under freeways, walking around all night to avoid hypothermia and freezing to death (something that has happened to several of my friends), couch surfing, sleeping in cars, squatting, sleeping in motels, living in a shelter, and institutionalized. I have been homeless with family a few times during early childhood and again when I was 15. All of my other experiences of homelessness have been on my own starting at age 9 or 10, and the last time I lived with a parent I was 16. I have been homeless in both rural and urban areas. I have been homeless in New England/Northeast United States as well as the Pacific Northwest.

In addition to this, I have many contributing factors to my experience, including being disabled, a person of color, trans, queer, a survivor of child abuse and CSA, being trafficked, and a drug user and a SWer, amongst other marginalized experiences.

That being said: my experience of being unhoused/homeless is not the universal experience. While I know many people of all different demographics who I’ve met on the streets, I cannot speak to every single person’s experiences. I especially cannot speak to experiences outside of the United States, aside from what I hear secondhand.

This is meant to serve as a general guide to accompany a workshop I created, and might not be helpful for everyone. If it’s not helpful, I hope it inspires others to offer creative solutions. I’m always working on expanding this list. Thank you for reading.