#Like he made a joke about this kid I don't like and I let out the slightest giggle and he went 'oh Nat found it funny'

[jsooly]

death in the family (7) / sully family x human!daughter/sister!reader

synopsis, you try and fail to intervene with spider and the recoms, much to the chagrin of a certain clan leader.

note, sorry i was away for so long

(MASTERLIST)

when lo'ak returned, he expected to get chewed out. jake and neytiri didn't disappoint, scolding him in front of everyone. normally he wouldn't be too keen on forgiving aonung, but it seemed easier.

as jake and neytiri squabbled amongst themselves, they sent lo'ak back to the marui. his siblings trailed beside him, excited and curious despite the gravity of the situation.

"brother, you were out there all alone?" tuk's eyes shone, her expression unreadable as if she couldn't decide between being concerned and amazed.

lo'ak's eyes creased as he smiled. "not alone."

"your ilu stayed with you?" kiri tilted her head, her voice soft. neteyam's eyes narrowed behind her, still annoyed that lo'ak was led astray by those other kids.

they all sat in their little corner, as if holding town hall.

"no. it was tulkun," lo'ak grinned. "and y/n."

tuk screamed and kiri hurriedly shushed her, positively shocked herself. neteyam gaped at his brother, leaning closer.

"are you joking with us, lo'ak?" he hissed. "this is not a funny joke."

"no, no, i'm serious!" lo'ak held his hands up in surrender. "you cannot tell mom and dad."

"how did she find you?" kiri asked urgently. "why was she out here?"

lo'ak shook his head, scooting closer to them and closing off the circle further. "she was riding. a stormglider."

neteyam shook his head, rolling his eyes. "you're lying."

lo'ak glared at him, swatting his shoulder. "no, i am not. she really was riding! they bonded without tsaheylu, just mutual need for each other. i swear on my life."

neteyam wanted to believe you were capable of something like that, yet he couldn’t bring himself to. not when he hasn’t seen you himself. “that’s…”

"where is she now?" tuk whined.

lo'ak turned his stern look to her. "probably back home by now. it was hours ago. you can’t tell anyone, okay, tuk?”

tuk launched herself at him, her grubby hands viciously tangling in his braids and pulling. “jerk! why didn’t you let us see her?!”

“tuk!? get off!”

kiri pulled her little sister off, hissing at her to quell her explosive anger. she then looked at lo’ak and sighed. “tell us everything.”

/

your knife chipped at the spare gas masks at the recoms' temporary base, searching and searching for the tracker. nothing. there was nothing. driving your knife further for the sake of releasing your frustration more than anything, you were uncaring as the clunk ... clunk ... clunk ... sounds echoed through the forest.

could nothing work out for you when it really mattered?

you groaned and settled for frying the circuits so nothing would work, tracker included. it wouldn't matter if one or two masks couldn't filter properly if you were switching them out anyway.

you knelt to the ground, rifling through your duffel bag for the masks you swiped from the RDA. you were about to switch them out when—

a undulating cry from the distance made your head snap up, the hairs on your skin raising. within the next second, an arm molded against your stomach, collecting you in their arms as they pulled higher into the air on their ikran.

"hey—!" you screamed, gripping the na'vi arm pressing into the plush of your stomach. you watched the ground and your plan drift further away from your grasp as the banshee soared higher.

you were wrestled up onto the saddle like a ragdoll, sitting behind the rider. you recognized his markings and beads, your annoyance spreading through your limbs as you held onto his waist a bit too tightly.

"tarsem..." you hissed lowly.

"tell me my eyes deceive me." he snapped back over the wind. "tell me that wasn't you at a devil camp."

you grit your teeth, your initial panic calming. despite the exhausted irritation you felt towards him, tarsem was still a familiar face. "relax, you don't know the whole story."

"you put yourself in danger!" he growled, momentarily turning back to give you an incredulous expression.

put off by his audacity, you refused to drop your glare. danger? at an unaccompanied camp? "look at who you're talking to!" you shot back, ire bubbling over.

"oh, i'm about to," he grumbled, communicating to his ikran to land. your grip tightened when you took a dip through the sky, skidding onto the nearby cliffs. you swiftly dismounted his banshee, storming off to survey the surroundings.

"don't walk away from me." tarsem sneered behind you, to no avail. "you cannot leave here without my help."

you scoffed at the blatant power trip. "i suppose that makes you happy?"

"no—" he cleared his throat, running after you and hovering at a respectable distance. "i do not mean to corner you. i meant you shouldn't try to climb down on your own."

you waved him off, covering your eyes to peer into the distance. would katir hear you from all the way out here? you stationed him an area where he would be safe from the omaticaya's hunt, but you were dubious your call would travel from the cliffside. another problem.

as if sensing your growing burn-out, tarsem placed a cool hand onto your shoulder. "y/n—"

you shrugged him off, "not now, tarsem." you mumbled, massaging your temples. how would you manage to pull of your plan now?

tarsem's mouth twisted, eyes set in angles. he clicked his tongue in distaste. "watch yourself, tawtute. your father is not here. i am your olo'eyktan."

you turned slowly, your last nerve snapping; an unnerving smile spread on your face in sharp contrast to the thoughts swirling in your head. "did you just pull rank on me?"

he stood tall against your quiet animosity, but your careful eye noticed the way he shifted on the balls of his feet. "you are part of my clan, and so it is my responsibility to look after you. prevent you from your... reckless curiosity."

you didn't have the energy to be offended. "you don't have to look after me, tarsem. if my weeks of absence weren't an indication, i'm not the clan's problem anymore."

he nodded slowly. "that... is actually why i came looking for you." he stepped forward. "i told you a half-truth yesterday. i do not wish for you to visit; i want you to return to high camp."

"i'm not going back," you answer instinctively, a dry laugh on your lips. "the people do not want me there."

"ah." he scoffed, shaking his head vigorously. "those are adults aging out of their influence. there is a new generation who would benefit from your example. they already look up to you against their parents' wishes—you shine too bright for them to ignore you. teach them your skill."

his praise wormed its way under your skin, making you more cautious of your words. "that's... a nice idea, but i'm more than content to keep my distance—"

"i'm not." tarsem cut in firmly, a deep frown on his face as he stepped into your space. then, softer, "i'm not content with you being away. i am clan leader now, and i will run my people as i please. come home. it is where you belong."

he was closer now, blocking the sun with his tall, lean figure. his shadow was a relief against the heat, but that was the only calming thing about his presence. his tone left no room for negotiation, and the finality of his voice riled up the annoyance that his compliments dulled earlier.

"i was doing something down there, you know." you pointed angrily to the camp below. "i was trying to save a friend. should i inform him he remains in the RDA's clutches because you wanted to goad me with your new title and status?"

he bared his teeth, circling you like a predator playing with his food. "i said watch yourself, tawtute."

"nearly two decades of wishing me gone, and when it finally happened, it's another issue?"

"srane. yes, exactly!" tarsem retorted matter-of-factly. "i mean—no, you are not a problem—"

you sighed. "i appreciate the offer, but i have every reason to avoid high camp." you rolled your eyes, turning from him and pressing your fingers to your comm. "spider—"

"don't walk away from me." tarsem interrupted, gripping your shoulder and spinning you back around.

"tarsem—"

whatever words came next were swallowed by katir's ear-shattering cry, his shadow drowning the cliff in darkness. tarsem's grip around you tightened, his free hand curling around his bow. your stormglider soared over the clifftop, descending to see you in his range of vision. you could see his eyes dart between you and tarsem. to be fair, it didn't look good—tarsem's hand around his weapon, imposing himself into your body, both of you having combative body language...

katir took tarsem as a threat, circling back around with his barbed tail poised for attack.

"run!" tarsem grabbed your bicep, yanking you to his ikran.

"wait, he's—" you grunted as he no less than chucked you on top his saddle, jumping on behind you and yipping his command to his ikran. "tarsem!" you yelled indignantly. why does he insist on disregarding you?

your protests fell upon deaf ears as tarsem maneuvered his banshee through hallelujah mountains. you attempted to squirm out of his arms.

"are you so stubborn that you would sooner die than accept my help?" he wrestled with you while trying to maintain tsaheylu with his ikran. "stay—would you just stay still—"

you whistled, waiting for katir to fall from his vantage point and rest at an altitude just below tarsem. finally worming yourself out of his grip, you leaped from his ikran. your stomach flipped as you dove through the air.

katir churred as he rose to meet you. you grunted when you landed on him, relief washing over you as you breathing in... and out... you smiled against katir's skin, rubbing his neck appreciatively.

"good boy, kitkat." you hummed, beaming when you felt him purr underneath your palm. "good boy!"

you and katir climbed to tarsem's height, flying comfortably beside him. a triumphant smile slowly spread on your lips upon seeing his shock.

his eyes trailed over you, then the stormglider you tamed. "...when i warned you about the slotsyal yesterday, did you already bond with it?"

"yeah." you grinned.

despite it all, he smiled too.

/

spider didn't respond to any of your calls, making your gut churn with unease. you knew he knew how to handle himself, but this was the longest you've gone without checking in with each other. how would you tell him that your plan fell through, and you had no answers for the next step?

the sun yawned and started to droop, bathing the forest in its orange-pink glow, the cool night breeze starting to overcome the heat of day. for the last few hours, you and tarsem talked about your plan for spider since your family left.

"it is admirable you would go out of your way for him," tarsem fiddled with the stem of a flower, his long legs folded and his torso reclined against the soft grass of a mountain top beside you. high camp was minutes away, far enough that no one would see you but close enough to zip back home before it gets too late. "and i know you are very skilled. i just fear for my life should i let you continue your pursuits and your father hears you've been injured. or worse."

"didn't you say my father isn't here?" you tease, casting him an amused look. "suddenly you are not olo'eyktan anymore?"

he whacked your shoulder with the flower with a playful glare. "i am olo'eyktan. but concerning you, jake sully has higher authority than me."

you rolled your eyes, your smile dropping. "not anymore."

tarsem's hands returned to his lap. he heard of the rift between you and your parents through rumor and gossip alone, but the effects of their departure on you were true across all accounts. "i'm sorry for... how everything happened."

you waved him off. "it's not your fault, just... circumstances and stuff."

"do you forgive him?"

"huh?" your head whipped to face tarsem, caught off-guard by the question.

forgiveness? you hadn't considered whether you'd grant it to or withhold it from your father in the slightest. the pain of abandonment stung, yes, but like the last 19 years of your life, you were expected to shoulder all your angst with a polite smile. from small things like every older sibling's experiences of tolerating the pests they call their younger brothers and sisters, to big things like honoring elders even though every other breath was spent trying to get rid of you.

it's why you were able to sit through that stupid medical checkup call with them without airing out your grievances, or breaking down from how happy and ... normal they seem without you.

so, no, forgiveness wasn't on your mind at all. you'd continue to play the part of responsible, strong, older sister as long as you live, but you figured for once in your life, you could allow yourself to feel this all-consuming whirlwind of emotion after your family left you behind.

"i don't know." you settled for an answer, avoiding his gaze.

tarsem's expression was neutral with a softness you remember from your childhood. he sighed, leaning over and slipping the flower into your hair.

"i will not force you to do anything," he began. "but i will ask you once again to come home."

"tarsem..." you mumbled, shaking your head gently, the warmth of his fingers lingering on your cheek long after he had pulled away.

"i know, i know. you don't think you should." he stood, stretching his arms over his head. "i'll keep asking. but you know how to find me if you do choose to return on your own." he adjusted his garments, fastening his knives back into their pockets. "you need people now more than ever, tawtute. and if the clan won't hold you in their hearts, i will."

you simply stared at him, returning his parting smile with one of your own and watching him mount his banshee and fly off into the night. what a way to reenter your life—with words soaked in charm that gained favor with the clan to begin with; with a heartfelt and stubborn sincerity that made him olo'ekytan.

you shook your head to yourself, the smile he left you with refusing to leave your lips. the sounds of the night comforted you as you snuggled into katir's side, his throaty chirp joining pandora's symphony. you climbed onto his back and flew to norm's base for the night, having a feeling that it might be your last.

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© jsooly ‘25

[holorform2009]

How would the killers react if child y/n turned into a baby

Mafiaso + his henchmen

He'd be surprised to see child [Name] turn into a baby even his men were shocked too. He didn't remember you being a pill baby but they remember you being a child. Who the hell turn our little sibling into baby?! —Contractee

For sure him and his man don't know how to take care a baby they only know how to care of you when you were not an infant.

All them are completely inexperienced of taking care of baby [Name], what did you expect? Their a mafia and it's understandable why.

Hundred percent sure they voted for Contractee in charge of changing your diaper.

Imagine taking pictures that has like five man in it with a baby in a middle wearing a sunglasses and top hat with a drawing of mustache in your face.

Also in that picture Mafiaso is the one holding you.

John Doe

Seperate this man to the baby please, or else he might kill them 🫸🫷😭🥀

But pushing that aside! He'd be confused why you turn back to zero, he remembers you as a child and not this...

Sometimes his head would begin to hurt when seeing you as a baby then a memory will start to enter his corrupted mind.

A burning memory about a woman with a pink hair, her face was blurred. "You know John... I always think of starting a family with you.." her voice was gentle making him wonder who she is.

And that memory ended there, he didn't even noticed he has you in his arm cradling slowly as your eyes was closed like you were comfortable with him. Consiglier tried to take you away from his grasp saying that he is making you uncomfortable (you're not) but John only glared at him with a threatening growl as his claw gently tighten around your pill form, shielding you from Consiglier.

John was surprised why he acted this way, he never knew why but... He just holds you in his arm, cradling your smaller figure gently... Was it because of that woman that made him act this way?

1x1x1x1

They don't give a shit

They don't want to hear your cries it's annoying. Not a fan of baby.

They're created by manifestation of hatred what did you expect from them? 😭

Don't let them near the infant please they might stab you with Venomshank to shut you up 💔🥀

CoolKid

He wondered why his playmate turned into a baby, he asked Mafiaso why you turned back to zero.

That's probably how Mafiaso is the second killer to know you turned into a pill baby.

He and his man have to seperate CoolKid from you because he tried to play with you, knowing that red child he have to look out for CoolKid too in case he accidentally killed you if they turn their back.

PrettyPrincess

She heard the news from Coolkid and immediately went to your room to check for herself to see if he was joking. He wasn't.

She's going full on big sister mode and will try to put some light make up on your chubby face, Caporigime have to intervene because you were sneezing non stop from the amount of powder she applied to your face.

Bluudude

Also heard it from PrettyPrincess.

This little shit is the type of kid to scare you. Like that one typical big brother energy.

Like he does the 'BOO!' thing by closing his face before opening and showing his creepy smile. Bluudude go brush your teeth it's black

The second killer to be banned from entering your room because he made you cry. The first killer to be banned was Noli.

Noli

His not surprised and to my own opinion, he may or may not teach you with brain rotting words or tries to make you say skibidi as your first word and Mafiaso have to stop him from teaching you that.

He's the king of memes so expect to be confused when he is hovering over your little form in the crib (The spectre gave them a crib because it's feeling generous today) and starts spewing random words that made you tilt your head at him and started to giggle at noli.

Mafiaso banned him from entering your room.

Jason

No reaction from this guy but I can tell he's not going to kill you because of his mother told him to keep you safe, probably her mother instinct and Jason understands that.

Mafiaso can trust this guy to babysit you, like full on trust.

Azure

His not surprised as well because he doesn't know you that much.

But he observed how Mafiaso and his men taking care of you, at first he thought Mafiaso had a child but turns out you are not his child.

He may try to approach your crib that you're currently sleeping right now but stops himself, he is aware of his appearance and he doesn't want you to start crying in fear.

So he left the room quietly.

Guest 666

He doesn't know you.

Also, keep him away from attempting to eat infant [Name] please.

Mafiaso had a heart attack, even his henchmen.

[on1knee4marksmen]

Okay so this is really rushed, but my mom made a rather inappropriate comment about weight and stuff and I started thinking bad thoughts, so here's how I think Logan would handle the situation :)

If Logan ever found out you were insecure or having self-destructive thoughts about your weight, he'd immediately shut them down. Or at least try to.

You say you can't share an ice cream with him, because it's too much calories? "Oh, fuck off, bub, ya live once. Plus, they have your favourite flavours, come on."

You refuse to eat dinner, saying you're not hungry? "I won't push ya, but I want you to eat just a tad bit - Gambit made one of his uuuhh.. intricate.. cajun dishes, or whatever. He'll be pretty disappointed if ya don't at least try it."

He sees you looking at yourself in the mirror for a bit too long, with a look a bit too sad? "What's up, kid? Shirt looks great on ya."

Or alternatively:

"Look at'cha, darlin', you're blindin'. You pull anything off an' ya make it look flawless.", while he wraps his arms around you from the back and gives your cheek a big ole smooch.

If he ever catches you having any serious reaction to such thoughts, like refusing to eat at all, or depressive tendencies, or panic attacks, breakdowns, even just refusing to give in or not smiling at his comments anymore, he'll immediately drop all the jokes and teases and he's at your side in no time.

"Hey, bub. Look at me. Look at me, kiddo. There we go.. what's the matter? Wh- ya ain't fat. No, ya really ain't. Your body's perfect the way it is, mkay? It's okay to cry 'bout it now, let it out.. but after this, I don't want you wortyin' about silly stuff like weight, yeah? It's what's inside that matters, kid - and you've got one of the kindest souls I've ever met."

Or alternatively:

"Whoa! Baby, what's wrong? Is everything okay, are ya hurt? ... You're..worried about...how much you weigh? ...Why would you worry about it, angel - you're perfect, from head to toe. Both inside and out. ..Of course I'm serious, darlin', I love you just the way you are. And I'll love you like that forever."

He'd gladly scoop you up and let you cry on his shoulder, pat your back and coo out sweet nothings in your ear. And once you're feeling better, he'd do all he could to get your mind off of calories and food and whatnot. He'd scratch out calorie counts on food wrappings, keep watch of your eating patterns. Even bring you breakfast in bed in the morning.

Whatever it is you worry about, Logan would always be there to help as best as he can. And it's not only nearly 200 years of experience under his belt that make it easy and pleasant for him - it's the undying love he has for you.

A/n: Requests + more works are coming, I swear!! I'm just currently on vacation (that's not really a vacation and it's tiring me out💔) so it's a little hard to get my hands on writing time, sorry guys!!

[luli-lads]

About dawnbreaker....I don't think he's a human being, I don't even think he has a body. The anecdote made it seem like he did but I think we were supposed to find out in this chapter. Dawnbreaker is not a different entity, he really is zayne, he lives inside zayne. Dawnbreaker's reality is bleak because zayne knew the experiments he conducted failed. So whenever he dreams, he imputs that guilt and sorrow to Dawnbreaker who then manifests in a horrible world full of alterum--failed experiments that haunt zayne.

And every time zayne is too tired, too angry, he lets dawnbreaker take over. That's why he tried to leave--because if he loses control again and if he's with mc during it, if he loses consciousness, he knows dawnbreak will hurt MC for having protocore syndrome. Zayne's absolutely terrified of hurting her again. But he loves us a lot. And he makes sure to point out that hurting mc would be the greatest regret of his life.

It's sad but they didn't leave on bad terms, no one is angry at one another, they're desperate, they went through an entire ordeal, zayne's nightmares, his worst fear, came to ife. MC found out she might destroy the world.. I also think something big had to happen for zayne to realize he wasn't in control at all. Not of his evol nor of himself. And he can't risk the consequences if the consequences all lead to mc. He couldn't keep being a doctor nor ignoring his nightmares and his past.

This is just a theory. I saw your posts about dawnbreaker and it got me thinking, you know??

Oh wow anon :O

That's a really interesting theory actually!!! All of Dawnbreaker's lore being a sort of inner world that doesn't actually exist.... Huh... Definitely an idea to keep in mind.

I'm really curious in general about Zayne's mental state, because as much as we joke about Caleb's, we haven't stopped to think about the rest of the LI's. I feel like I need to go over all of Dawnbreaker-in-Zayne's lore when I get free time to establish a proper timeline and key points.

It feels like a subject that should be treaded lightly, since dissociative disorders are already quite misrepresented in media so, from a narrative standpoint, I'm not sure if Infold should be taking that direction though. I hope if they are, they handle it carefully.

You're right about the control thing. I hadn't thought about that, but it's true that he was too confident in his ability to remain in control that it wouldn't let him see beyond, and though it's sad that it had to happen this way, it's better if he realizes now than when it's too late.

Still, I hope the lesson he learns from this isn't 'I can't do anything so I should leave everything to external forces' and instead he realizes 'There should be a balance between the things I can do and the things I can't'.

Gifted children and gifted people in general tend to have a strong internal locus of control, which means they blame their faults on themselves just as much as their successes, and it's reflected quite well here with how Zayne insisted on taking these challenges on his own. I hope he realizes he can rely on other people and the story doesn't isolate him completely (which would inevitably lead to the Foreseer's timeline).

As much as I hate that little kid that went looking for him, I hope he keeps Zayne company.

I'm probably going to be thinking about your DB theory all week now XD Thank you so much for sharing it!!

[haveihitanerve]

I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKK! (Kinda)

Why Did You Eat That

“Why did you eat that?” Tom’s little hiccup laugh because thats a glorious starting line

Aj starting us off with silent humor- i love when they do this because they do it so well- and his side eye at luke like “are you watching? You have to see when I eat it Luke.”

“Because you made it for me.” When Luke grabbed his arm to stop him Aj was fully ready to throw hands omg this whole exchange is so perfect- also ajs slight break as he returns to his “food” while luke just contemplates how he’s going to work in a deep voiced AJ into his planned scene

“Every sunday,” Luke’s little smile and head nod of “oh do go on AJ..” and AJ’s little smile of “shit” is priceless i love them so much

“And then you write your name on them.” AJ barely concealing his laughter at his own bullshit will never not be funny to me

“Wait for me to offer the sandwich-” Ok so I made a post a while back that was complaining about how Luke and AJ somehow never managed to have very positive/non-toxic relationships together- and I’m starting to think it might be Luke’s fault…

“I’m sorry.” Aj is so good at making himself the sympathetic character omfg

“May I continue to eat the sandwich that you’ve mad-” Laughs because the audience is losing it but oh no thats not okay for luke

“What are you laughing at??” See, I feel like AJ apologized and is trying to make amends so they can have a cute little date- but Luke is just pinpointing and hyperfocusing and not letting anything go… maybe im reading too much into it

“Um, ok well-” “IM VERY ANGRY RIGHT NOW. If thats not clear.” Gotta say the communication is pretty good though

“Im sorry, Janice, Im sorry.” I love how the audience explodes with this and Luke looks away because shit Aj you made me a lesbian- happy lesbians technically except Janice left her wife and kids so…

“Ill go. Ill disembark-” Has Tom been like reading thesaurus words to AJ or why is he pulling out these vocab words lmaoo

Nope now Luke is laughing too much- “I disembarked from a very successful lesbian relationship-” oh and the audience is gone Luke has said it aloud lol

“Women respect women Alfred.” “I respect-” listen, I adore Luke’s little rant right now because its just so absolutely beautiful and wonderful- but again AJ is being very sympathetic rn and why does Luke not want a happy relationship with him😭

“You hate me and so do all the other people in this park..” MY BABBYYYYYY😭 poor baby

“I had free bites.” Aj, babes I love you but that was more than three in the beginning there

“If you want to go back to your previous relationship-” AJ im gonna cry don't do this- “Then you can go.” The audience awwing is the most relatable thing ever. 

“Im going to go into the trees” lmaoooo

Get Off The Plane

The prompt- immediate fear in Luke’s eyes when Tom takes his shoe off is brilliant

Tom please😭 his little joyous face as he realizes he can keep going and takes his socks off too because Luke hasnt said the line yet

“I don't like speaking to strangers.” So, this is gonna pose a problem. Because Luke has clearly indicated he is the pilot. Which means Tom is his co pilot. But Tom is not daft, he very well knows Luke intends to be the pilot. So he’s being stubborn too and sticking to his story. Luke will likely stick to his story too. So now we have two characters with opposite plans for the story. Lovely. I cannot wait

Draping a sock over his arm is foul and Luke is contemplating murder lmaooo

I love AJ’s intercom voice that was perfect and the way he loses it midway through

“Why are you holding the steering control now?” AJ fully folds in half and smacks the chair in his delight at Tom’s joke ahh i love them

Satisfaction as he drapes the second sock

“I think you're a bit weird.” The audacity and also AJ’s mad cackle in the background. The audience might not have appreciated the joke- but AJ sure did and I love that for them

“You like to fly barefoot and pretend your co-host is a stranger.” love how he’s flipping this onto Tom- but also co-host???

Tom’s little delightful eyebrow raise when he realizes Luke said “co-host” and wanting to correct it but Luke catching it and correcting it himself to not allow Tom the pleasure lol

“Could you not be really weird on this plane, before we take off?” Ok so Tom has decided to accept Luke’s plan because he actually kinda made sense and they want to have some semblance of control- but Aj as the chaos king has decided nahhhh fuck that and has taken Tom’s side and made Luke the bad guy and I love them so much

“Can you take your socks off me please.” he didn't even take a breath damn

“But planes don't have steering wheels do they?” Luke questioning everything he knows about planes. “Yes…? Yes they do?” firstly- they do not. Not really. Its like a toggle shift/control stick called a yoke. Secondly- you'd be easier to believe if it weren't in the form of a question luke lol (and toms being nitpicky they can be referred to as steering wheels its not that big of a deal lmao)

“Ever since your terrible divorce..” Oh no don't bring that into this XD. Luke almost breaking and Tom barely containing it 

“You remind me of my ex alfred.” “I know.” Starts undressing. Wild idea to have Tom but you could practically see the lightbulb go off in his head 

Aj cackling as Tom tries so hard to get both arms in the shirt

“OKAY! GREAT!” Tom making the choice to be named Amanda both hurts and is a stroke of genius LMAOO

Also Luke turning away from the audience to let a brief smile is everything

“We will now be landing.” Tom turns to Luke and both cant stop their laugh because what

Aj taking Tom’s side is crazy “Please make sure you have all your limbs inside your t-shirts” and also i love them and respect it

“Can you get in here?” AJ shuffling off stage because he does not want to get in there

“Shes never done this before!” Because AJ had his back earlier Tom has to defend him now but they are teaming up on poor Luke😭 who is just trying to remain sane and have some semblance of a coherent plot

“I’m sorry about the divorce.” AJ i love you

The disgruntled way Luke smacks the socks back on Tom’s leg lol

Oh Dear, This Might Be A Problem

Okay but AJ’s opening of the passAgeway was brilliant

“A secret passAgeway.” It speaks to British English that I seriously didn't question this pronunciation until he did because sometimes British people just sound like that

Luke laughing and AJ’s lips twitching- Tom even biting his lips to stop laughing and looking at AJ to see if he’ll point it out- but AJ doesn't know if he has any right to and has decided to stick with the having of Tom’s back and not pointing out his mistakes so he just moves past it 😭

“Did you notice the way i said passAgeway, before?” Now Tom is giving him the go ahead to talk about it

Aj smiling- unsure what to do 

Good gods their stagecraft is incredible i almost fully believe they're stuck in some heavy winds wow

“We’re on top of a lighthouse!” Please tell me you know what that is this time AJ

Aj genuinely caught off guard by Luke’s foghorn- which was incredible btw

“Im waiting for you to comment on the way I said passAgeway!” AJ breaking because he did not expect this to be such a point of interest (I think this is a genuine Tom concern tho- when someone messes up its highlighted by the others immediately and used against them- but AJ didn't do that for once and its throwing him off and he needs the insults and banter���)

“And also hear when we put effort into saying things in an interesting way.” AJ fighting a smile 

AJ putting his hand over his mouth before Tom keeps talking to cover his laugh is beautiful

“After 48 cases together-” wait these guys are so cute I wanna know more lore

“Detective…” “yes lucas.” “I feel like…” Tom taking a seat and doing a cunty leg cross and finger stiple

“Is because-” “WELL WELL WELL.” Luke has impeccable comedic timing

“Sorry can you give us one moment?” No i seriously need this to be a more common trope- the villain trying to do an evil monologue while the protagonists are just focusing on something else and being like “no no, very clever good job- truly yes i loved how you killed those guys great- just give us a second” like i need it

“I did yes for you!” Tom, baby, sweety,- this isn't as a friend im so sorry to say

“I've been- i've been luring the ships onto the rocks!” Luke is exasperated

“Yes, no, we know-” “Thats good-” “We hear, we know, because, we stil-” “Very impressive.” “Yes great.” “Thats great, thats really good.” “Really good.” “Very scary.” Both turn away from him and back to each other XD

Luke trying to argue his point while they just keep nodding and consoling him and promptly just arguing why their argument is more important currently

“I-I’m shocked. Are you shcoked?” “I’m impressed!” Theyre such good friend omfg i love them give me more

“This is the second most surprising thing i would say has happened today.” AJ nodding and pointing because hes in on it now too. “After the-” “After when I said passAgeway.” 

“When I could've said passageway.” So thats how they pronounce it

LUCAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“You looooovve mee!” Yes Lucas!🤧YES! “I DOOO!!!............ as- as a friend.” DAMN. 

Also Tom keeping a hold on AJ’s head the entire time and helping him back up at the end aw

AND SCENE!!!

Its been a hot minute, I have returned. For once video (for now) and this is for one of you lovely anons!!! Hope you enjoyed my sweet :)

[lazylittledragon]

what if i broke all the bones in your legs actually

[transusopp]

you ain't ever have to lie to me, i'm everything that i've strived to be! so do i look like him...? i don't look like him! (no text under cut)

i'm predictable. all i do is draw this man suffering during wci. sorry sanji

[r0semultiverse]

Happy 4/13, here's the Deltritan or Satyr Equivalent to Dragon Ball for their species and civilization.

[thebluebygracieabrams]

i think growing up is just life repeatedly sucker punching you and saying bitch you thought things were gonna better lmao no you're so naive and stupid for having hope in 20 years the world will be flaming bag of garbage and no matter how hard you work you'll get eliminated at some point

[cringefaecompilation]

idk guys but i think "black lady making a parody campaign of an overrated kid's book written by a transmisogynist where they mock the original book and its writer at every given venue and it barely feels like the original" is not nearly equatable to "white guy making a joke about an asian trans woman having a dick in her intro, immediately calling attention to it by laughing at his own joke, and not developing that poor trans woman as anything more than a mildly antagonistic force/love interest for another trans person"

[serenhob]

I have half after 3 HOURS

why am i so slow at drawing digitally

I blame my fingers

[fandomfuntimem]

Dp x dc: batshit crazy driver au.

Bruce hired a new personal driver for the Wayne's. He was a nice enough guy. His grades weren't great, but he was a great driver and very patient. Like, really patient. Like, he is so unbothered by traffic, stupid drivers, and villain attacks, its kinda scary. But all the background checks came back clean. Minus his mad scientists parents, of course.

Daniel (Danny) Fenton. He could relate to any of the Wayne kids and hold an intelligent conversation with Bruce. Bruce feels that he doesn't need to be all Brucie Wayne around the young man. He doesn't know about their nightly activities yet, though. They're not quite sure if he even needs to know.

The first sign there was something more to Danny happened when Tim was sitting in the passenger seat. Tim was struggling with a math problem. It was driving him nuts. It only took a quick glance for Daniel to solve it, though, "it's thirty-six"

"What?"

"The answer is Thirty-six. You forgot to carry the three."

"Huh..."

He was right, Tim made a simple mistake, sure. But that was advanced college level math. Danny was a straight c student and never went to college. It only took him a momentary glance to solve it. Tim, though suspicious, chalked it up to a simple case of gifted kid syndrome. He related to it and began to consult with Danny on some of his math problems. Danny was more than happy to help, for a price, of course.

Then, there was a villain attack. The villain's goons ran rampant through the city, terrorizing anyone unfortunate enough to be outside at the time. But not Danny, they'll tried, oooh they tried. But those goons swiftly found themselves zip tied, in the trunk of a car, and on their way to jail. All while Danny blasted some music by a small artist named 'Ember'.

Alright. He is in Gotham, and his mother was a black belt, so maybe he was just well trained. Its good to know how to deffend yourself.

Then, Damien was kidnapped. It was so fast they barely saw, but a white van sped by and grabbed Damien as he made his way tawords the car. Initially, Damien expected the chauffeur to panic and call the police. But when shouting and cursing were heard from the front seat, and the men in the back slipped the van door open to check behind them, it was revealed Danny had followed them and he had a gun.

What could only be described as an action movie chase scene ensued. Every corner they swerved, every shortcut they took, Danny was right behind them. Driving like a bat out of hell, he shouted and fired at the wheels of the van. Knocking one out, the van swerved and was forced to come to a stop.

A kidnapper grabbed Damien by the hair and held a gun to his head, but before the threat could even leave his mouth a bullet flew through his hand. He dropped Damien and fell to the ground screaming, clutching his hand.

The kidnapper in the van already took off running but was swiftly stopped by Redhood arriving just in time to see Danny helping Damien up and checking him over, profusely apologizing for "letting this happen."

When asked why he did all of it, his simply answered, "I don't think I would get paid if I let Mr. Wayne's kid die! I can't let a kid die in general!"

Bruce, of course, gave the young man a bonus and a few days off for the stunt. Accompanied wlth a few stern words about safety. What was truly remarkable was that there was not a single scratch on the car. Untouched, meaning he never hit anything during the whole ordeal. "I just learned what not to do from my dad!" He joked, but Bruce felt that, despite the clear joking tone, there was some truth to the statement.

The family is suspicious, very suspicious. The man they previously viewed as their simple and humble driver turned out to be a monster of a fighter, and they have no idea how or why.

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A/N: Feel free to add onto this in any way you would like :3

[bi-writes]

I can imagine asking Ghost to take my daughter to the daddy-daughter ball, only not to be able to get rid of him once he brings her home.

"you what?"

you rest your forehead against your locker door, closing your eyes as you tune out the nonchalant voice on the other end of the phone.

he always cancels.

but this?

"y-you can't cancel," you say finally. "you have to go. you can't do this to her, are you fucking kidding me?" you put a hand to your forehead. "you're a fucking asshole. i-i bought her a dress. it's for fathers and daughters, i can't fucking take her. it's all she's been talking about, i can't believe you--!"

you kick your locker shut and take a seat, resting your elbows on your knees. he gives you another excuse, but you just blink away your angry tears.

"no. don't bother. in fact, i don't want to see you again. i don't want her to see you again."

you put the phone down, your hands trembling from how angry you are. you aren't even surprised that he's not calling you back.

he's never wanted her. never.

"sergeant."

the firm sound of your title immediately has you on your feet. you stand up straight, but you relax a little when you see it's just ghost. his head is tilted to the side, and he's watching you carefully from under his mask. you can't see his expression, but his eyes are intense. he's focused on you, very much so.

you wipe the few tears that are under your eyes, and then your phone pinging takes your attention away from him. you pick it up and curse under your breath, opening your locker again to grab your things.

"i'm sorry, lieutenant, i need to go. can i get back to you tomorrow?"

"it's pick-up time, isn't it?"

you freeze from putting your jacket on, eyeing him warily before zipping it up.

"yeah," you say finally. "and i have some bad news to deliver, so while i'd love to stay and chat, i really need to go."

"doesn't hafta be her father," simon shrugs, leaning up against the locker beside yours. "could be anyone."

you glare at him a little, "if you're trying to make some kind of crude joke about the lack of men in our lives, lieutenant, i'd be careful if i were you--"

you stop when he grips your chin tight between his gloved fingers. you blink, unsure of what to do, and he shakes your jaw a little.

"i could take 'er."

you frown up at him, too annoyed to notice how he bends a little more, his face nearly against yours.

"it's not funny, lieutenant."

"not laughin'."

"you..." you meet his eyes, deflating a little. "you...you'd...you'd do that for me?"

ghost merely clicks his tongue before letting you go. when you make your way to your car, he follows, and you try to hide your smile as you make your way home.

ghost exchanges his mask for something more discreet when you aren't looking. a black n95, but his eyes still kill the same. when you come back to the car with a little girl on your hip, she stares wide-eyed at the hunk of man sitting in the passenger seat. he raises a brow at her, saying nothing, and you swallow hard as you buckle her into her seat.

"uhm...this is ghost. can you say hi, honey?"

"ghost? like halloween?"

"like halloween, baby."

as you buckle yourself back in the drivers' seat, you side-eye ghost when you hear the crinkle of a plastic wrapper. when you peek into the rearview to reverse out of the parking lot, you see your daughter with a big smile on her face and a red lolly stuck in her mouth.

"always carrying around sweets, lieutenant?"

he shrugs. "maybe."

she makes him wait in the living room while you get her dress on (she wants a big reveal, coming down the stairs and all). you bought it off of etsy, a custom-made, princess-inspired dress. it has a big skirt of silk and tulle, with a big bow at her back, and when you look at her smile in the mirror, you feel that searing slice of something that makes you want to kill the man that almost ruined her evening.

she gets to do her big reveal. she spins at the top of the stairs to make her big skirt move, and then she's running down the stairs, giggling, laughing, and just as she makes it to ghost, he grabs her under her arms and tosses her into the air. she shrieks with delight when her big dress moves, and you bite your lip watching them. the sight of ghost hiking her up on his hip and commenting on her bow makes your mouth water.

fuck. have his arms always been that big?

they look funny. your daughter looks like the prettiest princess, and ghost looks exactly as he always does--like a SAS lieutenant. he might not have any of his gear on, but the cargo pants, thick boots, and windbreaker don't hide his physique.

"have fun, baby."

you come up next to her, kissing her face, and she clings to your superior, arms tangled around his neck as she waves goodbye. you give ghost the keys to your car, tell him to bring her back by seven, and then you pamper yourself while she's gone.

you drink a few glasses of wine. you take a hot bath. you pick a movie to watch and don't have to make sure the rating is at least PG.

when ghost finally comes back, you're laying on the couch with another glass of wine. pajamas on, blanket over your lap, and you smile when you see her passed out in ghost's arms as he closes the front door behind himself.

"asleep? already?" you giggle. ghost sets your keys down by the door before taking his boots off, and you watch intently as he carries your daughter up the stairs to put her to bed. you follow him, grabbing some of her pajamas from the drawer as he lays her down on the bed. you work together to get her little shoes off and shimmy her out of the dress, and as you get her into her clothes and back under the covers, she barely even moves. she's so tired, yawning and snuggling under her blankets, and you shut the door behind you, leaning against it as you blink up at your lieutenant.

he stares right back down at you. you reach a hand up and trace along the edge of his mask. it's quiet. inappropriate. he won't move away from you, and you won't move either.

you could get used to this. you could get used to watching more adult movies, drinking more wine, having time to fixed your chipped nail polish. you could get used to being bent over your unmade bed and fucked nasty.

you grab onto the crumpled sheets, arching your back more. your knees dig into the mattress as your ass hikes up, and ghost grunts as he uses your hips as an anchor and fucks into you harder. it's been ages since anyone's found your sweet spot, and ghost's cock is nudging it every single time his hips come back to meet yours. his thighs are nearly as fat as his cock, and you feel like your entire body is being rewired as he gives it to you so good, inside and out.

thumb against your clit, balls smacking your pussy, cock splitting you open--you used to think sex was made only for men, but maybe you just never found a real one to show you just how toe-curling it really could be.

if you thought it was good on your tummy, ghost shows you an entirely different feeling on your back.

it's so intimate. no one has ever looked at you this way before. his hands are intertwined with yours, and all you can do is cry and squeeze his hands as he sinks all the way inside of you and barely moves apart. in the dark, he takes his mask off, and you can feel the pant of his hot breaths as he grinds into you deep, slow, purposefully. the stimulation on your clit has your thighs shaking, and when you think the tears are too much, ghost flattens his tongue to lick them off before kissing you wet and languid.

ghost barely pulls out. he just circles his hips, punching back into you, and you see spots behind your eyes when he finally opens his mouth and groans into your ear. something about hearing his voice, hearing him falter, it makes you come. as soon as your cunt squeezes, ghost chokes, gripping your jaw tight and coming deep. you squirm underneath him, arching your back--he fills you up, so much so you can feel it spurting out around his cock and spilling out between your thighs.

you're too tired to protest when he sinks between your thighs after--you have to get clean somehow, right?

when you come into the kitchen in the morning, ghost is at the stove, your daughter on his hip and an egg frying in the pan.

he doesn't leave you when you take him back to work; and he doesn't leave you when you go back home. you should've known better, maybe. it's your own fault. ghosts like to haunt.

and this one is home.

[bloggerspam]

Cousins, Clones and Conning the Family

Family Reunion AU, where cousins Maddie and Clark try to smuggle their clone children into the family reunion that happens every 5 years and pretend they've been there the whole time.

Spoiler alert, one of them does significantly better than the other. Mainly Kid POV, and also on AO3! Multichapter. ===

The problem with big family reunions, Danny thinks, is how utterly fucking lost Danny is all the gosh dang time.

"Well now, you're Maddie's son now ain'tcha? How old is you now?" The woman standing before him guffaws, ruffling his hair. He lets it, trying desperately to remember the speadsheet Jazz created for the family and (obviously) failing to recall this woman's name.

Agatha? Selene? Riri? No, Aunt Riri is over there—

"Yes ma'am," Danny smiles up at the unnamed aunt, accent going a little twangy like it always does at these functions, "I'll be hittin' 17 in a coupl'a months or so."

"My, my, you youngin's sure grow like weeds!" The aunt coos, gesturing to a height by her hip, "You used to be this tall last time I saw ya, betcha don't r'member me now do ya?"

It's a trap. If he says he doesn't remember, which is expected at reunions such as these that happen every 5 years or longer, she'll start going on and on about the stories she has of the family. Danny would have to stand here and demure and laugh at these cousins he doesn't really remember too well, but know enough to know that she's gotten them all mixed up.

"Pshaw," Danny doesn't react when a whisper breathes the answer into his ear, "I'd never forget a pretty lady like you, Aunt Helena!"

It works like a charm.

The second he's out of her clutches, he feels around for a cold spot. There, trailing just behind him, is Ellie. She's not invisible anymore, so he tucks her under his arm and bee-lines it towards the metaphorical kid's table.

"Thanks, Ellie. Weren't you supposed to stay with Dad?" Danny leads them around, trying to avoid any other mishaps. "Did Jazz send you?"

"She made me flashcards!" Ellie smirks up at him, ignoring his other question and pulling a corner of an index card out from the palm of her hand. She's always been better than him at manipulating the ecto in her body, for obvious reasons. Danny's not bitter about it at all.

"Damn, all I got was a presentation." Danny grumbles. Jazz and Dad somehow know every single one of their family members, which is ludicrous when even Mom doesn't know despite it being her side of the family.

He still can't really believe how big his family actually is, but he supposes that's natural. He only sees them once every couple of years, the only relative they see even on a remotely regular basis is Aunt Alicia, who has no kids and refuses (rightfully so) to remarry.

Danny's fine with that, he gets the best of both worlds after all. Cozy holiday stays with Aunt Alicia and he has places to stay all over the country if he really needs it, no questions asked.

Plus, crazy as they can be, these reunions have always felt like a big country festival for Danny.

"She likes me better." Ellie snickers, tugging him back to avoid Uncle Charlie's drunken stumbling.

"Everyone likes you better," Danny rolls his eyes, pushing Ellie's head down and ducking to avoid a stray kid's toy flying overhead, "I like you better."

As if somehow knowing Danny's being self deprecating again, Jazz shows up to smack him on the head. "I like both of you equally in special ways."

Danny makes a disgruntled noise, grumbling as he rubs his head, "Mooooom, Jazz is therapizing me again!"

Even though he was only half joking, Mom does show up specifically to laugh at him. "Honey, your father and I love all our children equally!"

"It's a secret," Dad says from behind Jazz, kids climbing all over him, "But Ellie's the favorite!"

"Jack!" Mom yells at the same time Jazz screams, "Dad!"

Ellie dissolves into giggles, making everyone but Dad helplessly laugh. It's good to see Ellie laugh, she does it a lot but it still doesn't feel like it's enough. Danny picks her up, giggling mess and all, and tosses her at Dad.

She lands, as expected, straight into the pile of children who scream and accept her easily.

"Nice." Jazz chuckles, this time patting him gently on his head in approval. Danny shrugs, dusting his hands off and heading back towards salvation: the food.

He and Jazz mingle a bit, exchanging greetings and school updates with the Aunts and Uncles they occasionally bump into, making their way slowly through and keeping an eye out for the other cousins.

Eventually, Jazz gets nabbed by Cousin Dermot just as Danny reaches the table, tossing a pig-in-a-blanket into his mouth and chewing with glee. The locals of the family usually something potluck style—and though Dad's genes are strong and the Fentons can't cook, the bulk of the Walker family definitely can.

In fact—Great Aunt Martha said she was going to bring some mini pies right?

Danny spies a pile of them in the middle of the large table and reaches for one, only to bump into the spikes of black fingerless gloves.

The gloves are, of course, attached to someone else.

It's a boy, around Danny's age, in a spiked leather jacket (matching the gloves) and white tee shirt with ripped jeans. He's got the tiniest John Lennon sunglasses and piercings everywhere—it makes Danny squint at him, with how much the sun keeps catching on everything—the spikes, the piercings, the metal arms of the sunglasses, is this dude also wearing lipgloss?

Danny's not judging, a guy can appreciate proper hydration to avoid chapped lips or even just for the aesthetic, but it doesn't help with the glare.

"Sorry, my bad." Right, okay, city slicker then. Not that Danny's much of a country boy or anything. "Did my spikes get you?"

Maybe Cousin Jenny brought a plus one? Danny eyes the guys jeans—they look tight. Was Cousin Mark into guys? Is this dude a guy or possibly a masculine girl? Ack. Stupid sun frying his brain.

"It's okay," Danny says, blinking away and tossing mini pie to the other person. "Aunt Martha's pies are worth the minor injury. You comin' in with one of the cousins?"

"Uh, yeah." Citypunk looks at Danny nervously, "I mean, I am one of the cousins." The guy bites his lips, shrugging, "Uh, one of the Kents, actually. Ma's real proud of the pies."

Danny blinks.

"…You're not Jon." Danny says, very carefully and slowly.

"…No…" Stranger Danger draws his vowels out, "I'm Conner. His, uh, older brother? Can't blame ya for being confused though!"

"…You can't." Danny agrees, because out of the two them, Danny definitely isn't to blame for the confusion.

"Yeah, lots of cousins, and all," Curiouser and Curiouser beams at Danny, shrugging and rubbing the back of his neck, "Plus, I know Jon's more sociable at these things."

"Right, he really is rambunctious, that guy." Danny nods, as if that's the problem, and not the fact that Danny knows every single cousin his age. Big as his family might be, Danny's generation came out the smallest. Cousin Jenny and Cousin Mark are the only two his age.

With Ellie and Jazz each being four years younger and older than Danny, and the other cousins being well beyond those ages in gaps, there is no way this guy is a cousin.

"Don't worry," Punk'd laughs self deprecatingly, "I know he's the favorite. even if Mom won't admit it."

Danny feels a vein throb in his right temple.

He's unsure if he should slowly back away or get up in the guy's face. It's just—now that Danny thinks about it, if wedding crashing is a thing, does that mean family reunion crashing is a thing too?

What's the protocol here? Should he fight this guy for having the audacity to use Great Aunt Martha's name in vein?

Wait, no, that's Jesus.

Is Great Aunt Martha Catholic? ...Is that the one with Jesus, or was that Christianity?

Wait, Danny, you knuckle head, Uncle Clark was adopted. Conner could be adopted too! Even though he looks exactly like that Uncle Clark when he was younger…

"Is this your first time at a reunion?" Danny ventures, "We only have 'em—"

"Every 5 years, yeah." Conner huffs, "Nah, I just used to hide with Ma in the kitchens."

Okay, clearly Great Aunt Martha isn't in on this, because Danny used to hide with Great Aunt Martha in the kitchens. Danny's about to lose his shit on this guy—or maybe sic Ellie on him. Whichever is worse.

"Oh yeah? That's must have been cozy." Danny grits out, taking a deep breath so his eyes don't flash.

"Yeah, it was!" Conner beams shyly. though all Danny sees is a smug smirk. "She's real nice-like, I'm sure you know. Real lucky to have her for a Grandma."

"Real lucky." Danny agrees, because Great Aunt Martha really was one of the better Great Aunts. Though most of the Walker Kin were hardy and tough, in that badass kind of way. Mom really liked Great Aunt Martha's lessons on bull wranglin' back when they were younger. "Speakin' of, she ain't here?"

"Nah," Conner makes a sad little pout. "She hadta stop by Auntie Agatha's for an emergency. She left two days ago, so she's runnin' a little behind. Cl—Dad went to go pick her up."

Danny squints at the possible imposter. That sounded like he was going to call Uncle Clark by his name, which makes things confusing for Danny. Guy will call Aunt Lois Mom but he won't call Uncle Clark Dad easily?  Maybe he's a kid Aunt Lois had before marrying Uncle Clark? But Aunt Lois would never hide a kid, and Great Aunt Martha would never let her treat a kid like that. That's not even taking into account that this kid looks way too much like Uncle Clark for it to be a fucking coincidence. Plus, Danny knew about Aunt Aggie's emergency and how she might not be making it to this year's reunion—this gives Conner's story credibility.

But Danny knows that the best way to lie is with truths, even if the truths are confusing.

So what the hell is going on? Is Clockwork fucking with him? Did an alternate timeline get switched with his?

It wouldn't be the first time, but Clockwork at least had the decency to let him know at least.

"What the—" Danny blinks, as Conner picks up a very familiar, eye-searingly green colored post it note that was stuck to the plate under a mini pie. "Is this yours?"

"Yeah," Danny huffs. taking the note and rolling his eyes as lies roll off his tongue, "Sorry, y'know how it goes with Jazz."

"Oh, yeah." And Danny has to give it Conner, he at least rolls with the punches real quick, "I heard about it but didn't ever uh, see it in action."

"Really?" Danny feigns surprise, head pulsing in irritation at the words all is as it should be written in purple pen. There's no mocking smiley face, but Danny feels it in the ink anyway. "Thought she got all the cousins at the last reunion."

Conner chuckles nervously, "Oh, yeah—Guess I'm just, easy to miss you know?"

"Uh huh…" Danny eyes the guy and his piercings and very distinct style, from the tip of his clearly styled hair and needlessly ostentatious big black studded boots. "…Right."

Conner laughs, wincing. "These're new. High school debut."

"…You're a freshman?" Danny tilts his head, squinting.

"Junior." Conner automatically corrects, before stiffening. "…I just wanted to reinvent myself for Junior Prom."

"Right." Danny repeats, drawing out the vowels and finally giving up. He can tell Conner already knows what Danny is going to ask, and is trying to exit this conversation post-haste.

Fortunately for Conner and unfortunately for Danny, Jazz comes barreling in, almost knocking the former out in the process as she grips the latter's biceps tightly with her eyes wide and nervous.

Unfortunately for Conner and fortunately for Danny, though the look in Jazz's eyes thoroughly distracts the latter and gives the former a window to escape, Jazz's hissed out words end up keeping Conner rooted to the floor.

"Baby Jon has powers!" Jazz hisses as she moves Danny away from the possible imposter a couple feet. Even though she says it low enough for only Danny to hear, Conner's wide eyes as he whips his gaze towards them suggests that Jon's not the only one with powers.

And then words actually register along with that thought.

Danny hisses out the first thing he thinks of. "Since when?? I thought he took after Aunt Lois!"

"Since now," Jazz gruffs, switching her grip to drag Danny away, "and I need you to do something about it!"

"What?" Danny doesn't struggle, going along even as he eyes Conner who seems to be following them at a distance. "Why?"

Jazz pushes him towards the kid's area, rushing out a frantic "He's in the bounce house with Ellie!"

Danny freezes, or tries to even as Jazz keeps tugging him along, before shaking off her hand and booking it towards the bounce house.

Once the bounce house (a castle) comes into view, Danny clocks several things in succession:

One: Ellie and Jon are thankfully the only ones in the bounce house right now.

Two: Ellie and Jon are laughing, and through the mesh Danny can see Ellie watching Jon jump way too high to be considered normal.

And three: The bounce house is about to fucking tip over.

There's a gaggle of Aunts herding the younger cousins towards the food that's dense enough for cover, but sparse enough for Danny to dash through.

Between one blink and the next, he disappears.

[kabukinomoe]

YOU ARE DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT

YOU ARE DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT.

Don't get your head in those doubts like, 'Oh, what if I can't shift?' That's not possible. You were chosen to know about shifting for a REASON. There are 8.2 BILLION people in this world. Think about it. 8 BILLION people.

Now, how do you feel? Do you feel special? GOOD. Keep feeling that way. Some of you, not all of you, read these posts on Tumblr but don't really READ them.

'Oh, I'm the creator of my universe.' Yes, but do you really UNDERSTAND that? I feel like for some of you, it's like you're in front of a teacher, and each word just goes in one ear and out the other. Now, shifting isn't this ELABORATE and majestic thing that needs to be taught in a specific way. It's not like driving, okay? There are no rules, no directions, just YOU. Understand that it's just YOU.

That drink in your hand? You created that. The computer or phone you're reading this on? You created that. Everything in this world YOU created.

You are doing everything right. You know what I mean.

You will wake up in your DR. Those sleep methods you're doing? They're working perfectly. You aren't just 'close,' you are THERE. You have always been there, since the beginning of whatever. No need to think you are close, because you are there.

'Oh, but what if I don't shift today?' Shifting isn't something that needs to be rushed. Everything will happen eventually. You have shifted before; you know this. You know you need to just let go and let it happen. Don't overcomplicate it. Listen to yourself. Do you know how stupid you sound? Thousands of people have shifted to their DRs, and somehow you can't? That's just rubbish.

'Oh, what if that shift was just a dream?' What dream feels so real that you can feel the bedsheets? What dream looks like your desired reality so perfectly it has everything, even the rings and jewelry your aunt placed there on the dresser? Why did you get up and look in the mirror and see yourself perfectly and clearly? That was REAL. You shifted. Do not doubt yourself.

'But what if shifting is one elaborate joke?' Seriously? That's one of your doubts? People spend months, YEARS, shifting, and you think people are JOKING? You have spent 5 YEARS knowing about shifting and 2 or 3 actively shifting, and you still think it's a joke? YOU have to be joking with those doubts. This isn't like that one movie people suddenly made up on TikTok and started creating a plot, characters, settings, etc.; this is something real. People have been doing this even before you were born. Now, doesn't that doubt sound silly?

Now, you don't have to be perfect. Listen, people have shifted with doubts. But listen here, if you assume it is true, it is true. 'Oh, he's so in love with me.' Yeah, he is! 'Oh, my cat's super distant. Yeah, they are. Your subconscious isn't this mystical entity trying to work against you. It's like a mirror; if you look in that mirror and say, 'I can't shift,' then your subconscious repeats it. It has an IQ of 0. Like a little kid repeating every word and agreeing with your opinions. You tell that little kid, "Oh, I can shift! Everyone shifts." Then it repeats it; it agrees. That's how simple your subconscious is.

Now, what about intentions? Intentions aren't this super complicated ritual; they're just your thoughts. You don't have to write out your thoughts, burn the piece of paper, and bury the scraps in the ground. Just think. 'Oh, I set my intention to shift.' That's literally all you need to do. Your subconscious will look at you and shrug like, 'Oh okay. Let's shift!' And guess what? BOOM. You're in your DR. Simple. Literally so simple.

Now, some of you are like, "Oh, I did that! But I'm still in my CR." Look deep within yourself. Are you scared of the possibility you're going somewhere new? Or, do you expect to wake up in your CR again after doing your method? Really think about it and begin to change. Tell that subconscious that you don't expect to wake up in your CR, or tell it that you aren't scared; you're excited.

Now, as one of my favorite quotes says,

"You are a consciousness with a body, not a body with a consciousness."

Go shift. Go do your method, or just fall asleep and wake up in your DR. It's that simple. And every time you feel doubts, PERSIST. 'Oh, what if—' NOPE. I am going to shift.

You know about shifting for a reason. You can shift. It is INEVITABLE.

Now don't look at me all dumb; you know this. You've heard it a million times. Don't roll your eyes; THINK, and absorb this information.

Now go do whatever silly little thing you are going to do. But just know, you can shift. You WILL shift.

[This whole thing is for me, but I feel like some of you need it as well.]

some dividers by @si-eunnis

[babycharmander]

(BOOK OF BILL SPOILERS)

I just finished reading The Book of Bill and I am kindof losing my mind over some of this stuff.

I had wondered if Alex Hirsch might make Bill sympathetic in some way and oh boy I was not expecting him to do it so successfully (and without cheapening Bill's character).

So, we learn that Bill was born into a 2D world... as a mutant who can see into the third dimension. He claims he was absolutely loved by all, but when talking about his powers, he mentions under Pyrokinesis:

"Cipher, Cipher, he's insane / Starting fires with his brain." The kids in grade school could be so cruel. But where are they now, huh? WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

So probably not quite as liked as he was letting on. To add to that, there's the silly straw page, which looks like silly nonsense until you decipher some of the codes:

"EYE DOCTOR OF A DIFFERENT KIND / WHO WANTS TO MAKE HIS PATIENTS BLIND" "THE DOCTOR SAYS / THREE SIPS A DAY / WILL MAKE THE VISIONS / GO AWAY"

I wasn't sure what this meant until I saw someone point out... he was seeing a third dimension that no one else could see. His parents probably took him to the eye doctor to try to "fix" him. Which, speaking of his eye doctor, the coded message in the section about human eyeballs says something interesting:

"MY OPTOMETRIST NEVER SAW IT COMING"

It could be a joke given beforehand he's talking about dissecting a human eye, but given the previous hints of medical abuse, I wouldn't put it past him that he tried to get revenge on his eye doctor.

Oh yeah and the whole thing about him setting his entire dimension on fire? Yeah it turns out it was entirely a mistake (he just wanted everyone to understand the third dimension he was seeing so they could be free of only two dimensions), he was so traumatized by it he blacks out when trying to recall it. He deeply, deeply regrets it, and...

"What? Your ENTIRE home dimension? destroyed? How? By what?" Bill looked distant, more distant than I'd ever seen him. "By a monster."

He sees himself as a monster.

And yet, he's not some innocent, misunderstood being. He still revels in causing pain and chaos. He's terrible in general, but becomes incredibly abusive toward Ford.

"YOU'RE MY PROPERTY. DON'T FORGET IT. The hillbilly abandoned you, your father won't want you returning without millions, you have no friends, and if you died out here in the snow, who would even miss you?"

Which... speaking of him and Ford...

Yes, yes, I know people ship them. But like, whether you see their relationship as romantic or platonic (I see it as the latter), there's some interesting parallels to be made here.

Both Bill and Ford are mutants who were mocked for their being different. (Bill was not physically a mutant, as far as we know, but more in the sense of him having vision stronger than that of everyone else in his dimension, and also having special powers. And he does describe himself as a mutant.) Both became social outcasts, separated from their families but still haunted by them (Ford seeing commercials of Stan on TV and running across old photos of him and his brother, Bill being haunted by his family in some form). Neither could return home for one reason or another. Both more powerful than their peers (Ford intellectually, Bill in terms of actual powers). Both of them isolated and alone. (Yes, Bill does have the Henchmaniacs, but they seem like shallow friends, and only really seem to follow him out of a desire to have a place to party.)

Ford was not aware of most of this, aside from knowing that Bill could not go home because his dimension was destroyed. But Bill absolutely saw himself in Ford. There was no other person he tried to use whom he felt a stronger connection to.

And he actually seems to care about Ford--he actually gave him a birthday present, and when Ford didn't like it, he decided to get drunk and party with him instead to make up for it.

And then when Ford realizes what Bill's plan actually is and refuses to go along with it, and fights back no matter what Bill does, Bill completely breaks down.

After living for trillions of years, he met someone who was like him, and that person rejected him.

He goes berserk, wreaking havoc, being caught by the dimensional authority that he's been taunting for most of his life.

And then after dying and being cast out of hell for being too annoying, he winds up faced with the Axolotl, who sends him to therapy, where he continues to break down further, sending out the book in a desperate attempt to find someone, anyone who will help him break loose and wreak havoc once again.

"You have no friends, and if you died ... who would even miss you?"

I don't know, Bill. Who would even miss you?

In short,

[ID: The front and back of one of Bill's Valentines cards. On the front is a black void with Bill Cipher lying down without his hat, gazing blankly upwards, with the text "I DON'T WANT TO DIE ALONE" above him. On the back is a simple white "TO/FROM" in red, with a red outline illustration of Bill spontaneously growing a mouth and eating a realistic, bloody heart. /end ID]