#Purple Jon is my favorite thing ever

[cosmosnout]

They had to nuke Sasha bc she would have solved everything in like a week. Fly high queen

[robinsegghead]

Danny's Daycare Part 8

[Master List]

“And that’s pretty much it.” Danny ended their tour in his office. “Any questions?”

Duke shook his head. “I’m excited to start.”

Danny showed him back out into the main area filled with kids which Mia and Ember had been taking care of while Duke learned about the daycare, the schedule, and what was expected of him. It seemed pretty simple- though he knew kids would always create unpredictable problems, but the job itself would be fine. The things he did for Tim.

“Finally!” Mia shouted, picking up a crying kid beside her and carrying her towards Danny and Duke. “Clara’s been asking for you for a while!” She passed the crying blonde child off to Danny before pointing back towards the kids. “C’mon Duke, the kids are coloring for now.”

They left Danny to handle Clara’s tantrum and watch the rest of the kids. Duke settled down next to a group of five kids, all coloring different pictures of Gotham vigilantes. He settled next to a little blonde girl who was coloring a picture of Robin with only shades of purple.

“Whatcha coloring?” He asked.

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, assessing. “Robin.”

“That’s cool- why’s he purple?”

The girl sighed dramatically, like Duke had asked a stupid question. Apparently he had because nothing would have prepared him for the lecture he was about to get. “Not him- her. Robin was a girl and she was the coolest Robin ever! How can you not know that? Everyone knows that girl Robin is the coolest one! But since she’s gone, Spoiler's my favorite! So I thought- how cool would it be if girl Robin and Spoiler were the same person and now I’m coloring robin purple!”

“Oh.” Duke managed to respond.

“Boys.” She sighed, rolling her eyes and turning back to her coloring project.

He’d have to tell Steph about her little fan the next time he saw her. “Spoiler’s one of my favorites too.” He offers, hoping she’ll un-shun him. 

It works, she turns back with excitement on her face. “She’s so cool! I wanna be just like her when I get older!”

The day went by quickly. Mia left much earlier than Duke did so the last three hours of his shift were just him and Danny and the kids. Somebody named Ember popped in briefly in the evening to drop off food for Danny and Duke. Her aura was… strange- but not as strange as Danny’s. 

When Duke first met Danny he didn’t know what to think. No one had ever been as… bright as Danny. Duke figured he was some kind of meta and filed away the information for later. After meeting Ember, however briefly, he wasn’t so sure anymore. She was the same as Danny. They kind of… glowed and it was so similar- like how Clark, Connor, and Jon all had a similar aura. If that was true, then Danny and Ember were likely aliens.

He hadn’t told Tim that yet.

Tim had been busy lately and if Duke hadn’t taken this task off his hands we would be even busier. Truth be told, Duke didn’t understand Tim’s fascination with Danny. Sure, it was strange that someone willingly moved to Gotham and chose to use their, apparently very large, inheritance to help the people of a city they weren’t even from as a favor to someone else, but if Duke couldn’t believe in the goodness in people then what could he believe in?

Besides, there was no proof that Danny was doing anything nefarious. None of the kids had gone missing, he didn’t have any strange or large sums of money being added to any of his accounts, nothing seemed amiss. So Duke agreed to apply for a job at the daycare and keep an eye on the situation for the summer. Just to make sure Danny really was a good guy.

Spending more time with Mia was a plus. With school and his extracurriculars Duke hardly had time to hang out with any of his non-family friends. Tim definitely owed him one for giving up his summer vacation to work at the daycare.

“Thanks for all your hard work today, Duke.” Danny approached having just sent the last kid off with their parents. “I’ll see you on Wednesday.”

Duke nodded, putting away the books he had in hand. “You need any help cleaning up?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I’ve got a couple of guys who will be here shortly to help me clean the place up.” Danny smiled softly.

Did he have a cleaning crew? If so, why did he seem so happy about it? “Cleaning crew?” Duke asked nonchalantly.

Shaking his head, Danny fell back into a rolling desk chair that had been brought out earlier in the day. “Just a couple of street kids who need some money and won’t let me give it to them without doing something to ‘earn it’ so…” Danny closed his eyes, slouching in the chair, and rested his head against the backrest. “I’ll let them work for an hour or so, overpay them, and get out of here.”

That was… not exactly what Duke had expected. Just one more thing he could use to prove Danny was a good guy and get Tim off his back about this whole ordeal. Maybe he’d even convince Tim to take a day off. That was probably hoping for too much.

“Well, have a good night, Danny.” Duke waved, grabbed his things, and left. There was still a bit of daylight but despite originally planning on going out as Signal, he’d decided against it. Kids were exhausting.

How Danny managed to run the daycare every day for twelve hours without passing out from exhaustion was beyond Duke.

~~~

Danny was exhausted.

Along with the Daycare, taking care of Miguel and Santiago, and his usual Kingly duties, Clockwork had been on his ass recently. Something about taking his job more seriously- what part of doing a favor for a prominent city spirit wasn’t taking his job seriously? Apparently Danny was also supposed to find and appoint his own Fright Knight- which would have been awesome to know a long time ago but whatever-

Could he just get ONE night of sleep? Please.

He’d canceled on his friends for three weeks straight, unable to find the time or energy to even video call and catch up. They’d started asking if he was okay, Jazz had started threatening to show up and force him to rest but she had her hands full between school and her internship so he wasn’t convinced she’d actually do anything.

Duke had been great, having the extra help at the daycare was really great and the days he didn’t work were much more difficult. Ember had agreed to come back regularly on Tuesdays and Thursdays for a little while, but she really wanted to get back to touring and playing music and he couldn’t really fault her for that.

It was the Thursday night after Duke’s first day when she showed up.

“Danny- how the hell am I supposed to know this?” Miguel groaned.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific, kid.” Danny called back, serving the steaming bowls of paprikash. Dani got lots of souvenirs from her travels and while Danny had certainly not thought he’d ever need to use the recipes, he was grateful for them now. 

There was a shuffling sound and only a moment later Danny found Miguel standing beside him, pointing at a chemistry equation. “This. This is bullshit!”

Sensing Miguel’s rising frustration, Danny tried to placate him. “How about we take a break from studying for dinner? Afterwards I can explain it to you and anything else you’re confused about.”

“Except English.” Santiago muttered bitterly.

In the short time Danny had known the boys he’d learned a lot about their learning styles, their strong suits, what they liked and disliked, and what kind of smart they were. Santiago was a lot like Danny, scientifically minded- Danny had already caught him taking apart the toaster and the TV just to figure out how they worked. Which meant, while catching him up on STEM classes was relatively easy, they struggled much more with the arts.

Miguel, on the other hand, was competent. He was street smart. Although he wasn’t dumb by any stretch of the imagination, he struggled with learning anything from a book. Despite all of that, he really tried. He’d been keeping up with the worksheets Danny had gotten him and helped Santiago with anything he could, but he hated it and it showed.

Suffice it to say, the boys were struggling- all three of them.

“Dinner. Then we can figure it out.” Danny repeated, placing down the bowls and grabbing drinks.

Miguel left briefly to feed the cats, before joining them at the table.

“You know,” Danny started casually. “I was thinking about the cats.” Miguel tensed up. “It’s a lot of cats in my small apartment and I’m gone all day. I was thinking- if you had wanted- that you boys could have one of them.”

Like always, Danny spoke casually. He’d learned quickly that they didn’t respond well when Danny spoke too decisively. It was like they thought he was trying to tell them what to do, so in general, he made sure it was clear that he was only suggesting ideas.

He also knew that Miguel had taken a liking to the cats- especially Curiosity, and he wanted to find a way to give Miguel stability. 

“You…” Miguel swallowed. “You mean it? Really?”

Danny nodded. “Of course. We can go shopping for everything this weekend. You remember Damian- from the mall?” Miguel nodded, confused. “He taught me everything I’d need to know about owning cats. I’ll give him a call and see if he’d be willing to come over and teach you what he knows.”

Santiago opened his mouth but was cut off by a rapid knocking on Danny’s front door. The three exchanged looks, no one really sure who it could be but all prepared for the worst because of their upbringing. 

“Probably a neighbor or something.” Danny shrugged, hiding his own concerns as he moved away from the dining room towards the front door. Technically, they did have one neighbor on the floor in the apartment across from Danny’s and next to the boys but they kept to themselves. It was not likely to be the neighbor.

He didn’t see anyone when he looked through the peephole, saw nothing, and opened the door slowly.

“BOO!” A voice shouted only moments before a girl appeared out of thin air and lunged at him. Danny grabbed an outstretched hand, spun the body around, and slammed it into the nearest wall. “OW! Ancients dammit, Danny!” She shouted, phasing out of his grip.

“Dani?”

“Holy shit, Danny, that was badass! Maybe try not to slam me so hard next time though?” She chided goodnaturedly.

He let out a deep breath, calming his racing heart (Racing being a relative term because it was probably only beating as fast as a normal completely living human heart would). “Ancients fuck Dani, don’t do that!”

“Danny?” Miguel’s wary voice sounded.

Dragging his sister towards where he’d left the boys, Danny composed himself. “Sorry guys, this is my sister- Dani.”

“Danny?” Santiago squinted.

He shook his head. “She’s Dani with an ‘i’ and I’m Danny with a ‘y’. I know, it’s confusing. Dani, this is Miguel and Santiago.” Danny gave his sister a pointed look. “Have a seat, I’ll get you a bowl.

Dani plopped into the seat across from Santiago and waited for Danny to deliver the food. “So this is why you’ve been so busy?”

Returning with the food, Danny rolled his eyes. “No, I have been busy with everything else. Miguel and Santiago take up barely any of my time and I like having them around.”

“You two ever seen this man sleep?” She asked conspiratorially. They shook their heads slowly, looking between Danny and Dani. “Exactly. He’s been neglecting sleeping and eating because he’s a moron!”

“Dani.” All eyes landed on Danny who was rubbing a tired hand down his face. “I’ve been sleeping and eating- can we move on to why you’re here?”

Taking a big bite of food, Dani rolled her eyes. “Can’t a sister visit her brother?” She pointed at him and looked at the boys. “Can you believe this guy? Don’t ever treat your little brother as badly as Danny treats me, you hear?” She directed at Miguel who nodded in confusion.

Danny smacked his sister’s leg, which she’d propped up on his chair, and took his seat again. “I treat you just fine! You just don’t drop by that often- it’s been nine months since I saw you in person last and that was because you needed a favor!”

Dani cackled, shoveling down the food quickly and kicking her feet up onto her brothers’ lap. He rolled his eyes but let them remain as he finished his own food.

“I didn’t know you had another sister.” Santiago observed.

“You don’t talk about me? I’m hurt!” She gasped mockingly.

Miguel brought his and his brothers’ bowls to the sink and started washing them while everyone else chatted. “Miguel- I’ll do the dishes, don’t worry about it.”

“It’s fine, I’m almost done already.” It was just two bowls and spoons after all, but Danny still didn’t want them to do dishes when he’d cooked the meal. He wanted them to focus on school and making friends and forget about everything else- at least while they were at his apartment.

Santiago squinted between the two of them. “You look really similar.” He noted, suspiciously.

Danny offered a nonchalant shrug. “We’re siblings.”

“So’s Jazz but you two look nothing alike!” He exclaimed.

Miguel put a hang on his brother’s shoulder calmingly. “I think we’ll just head back to ours for the night.” He glanced at Dani a bit uncomfortably. 

“If that’s what you guys want, but you don’t have to. I promise she won't bite- probably.” Danny chuckled. 

The older boy shook his head. “We’ll let you two catch up and come back to do more school stuff tomorrow- if that’s all right?” Danny nodded and the boys left quickly.

“Awwww- I wanted to get to know your kids!” Dani pouted.

He sighed, grabbing his and his sister’s plates and carrying them to the kitchen sink. “Miguel’s pretty skittish- you scared him off. Not your fault really, but he doesn’t like new people, a skill that has kept him and his brother alive for the last three years.” Drying his hands on a towel, Danny leaned against the counter facing his sister and met her eyes. “But you didn’t come here for that, you didn’t even know about them. So what brought you here?”

She looked at the cup of water he’d given her and fidgeted with the condensation on the glass. Sheepishly, she looked at him before looking away again. Gathering her courage it seemed. “I… I want to get my GED… and go to GU.”

Although it seemed out of left field, Danny schooled his expression. She was always more in tune with emotions than even he was (whether that was because he’d been human before becoming a halfa and she’d only ever known life as a halfa or just because that was her personality, he didn’t know) and he knew that his opinion meant something to her- even if she pretended it didn’t.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” She squinted.

“Well,” He sat across from her, hands on the table. “Are you just telling me that, or are you asking for my help?”

“Don’t make me say it.” She groaned.

With a smirk, he shook his head. “Okay, so you want my help?” She didn’t respond and he took that as a yes. “You can join the boys and I when we work on school stuff, I can help with getting your GED and putting together the application to GU as soon as that’s done. Do you need a place to stay?”

She wrinkled her face. “I’m not living with you.”

“Hey! I resent that! Besides, I own this building and most of it’s just empty apartments.” 

Dani’s eyes widened. “Are you offering me an apartment?”

“Are you asking for an apartment?” He challenged, smirk on his face once again.

“I swear this is why everyone likes me better- I’m literally the better version of you!” She shouted, landing her forehead on the table and groaning at her brother’s silence. He remained silent while she continued to avoid looking at him. They were at a stalemate.

“Fine!” She shouted. “Can I have one of your apartments?”

He tilted his head to show he was still waiting for something.

“...Please?” She gritted out.

It was going to be nice having his sister around more often.

~~~

Turns out, tutoring kids who haven’t been in school for three years and one who has never been in school was a lot harder than Danny had anticipated. He didn’t know how to teach certain subjects (curse the arts) and was struggling to get Miguel and Dani to understand what he was saying when it came to math and sciences. He’d finally had the brilliant idea to go to the library and pick up a bunch more books.

Danny had left a clone to finish up at the daycare for the last couple of hours and made his way to the library. He’d need a couple of textbooks, a GED study book that was highly recommended, and a bunch of different literature books. Probably. He thought. Who knew really? He certainly didn’t.

He noted the library was pretty empty, the only patron was leaning over the front counter talking to the front desk girl. Danny didn’t pay them much mind as he moved throughout the library collecting books- though he was sure he felt their eyes on him any time he passed by the front desk.

Eventually, he had a stack of books that would keep his three ‘students’ busy for a while. Hopefully a long while, he was kind of out of ideas after this round of books. 

Dropping them onto the front desk, the side opposite where the man was still standing, Danny sighed. 

“That’s quite the collection.” The man noted.

Finally, Danny actually looked at the man. He hadn’t been expecting the most beautiful man he’d ever seen to be casually checking out his stack of books. He had short black hair that was slightly longer at the top with a shock of white right at the center of his forehead. His eyes were blue with a hint of green around the edges and he was built like a brick house. 

He was wearing a red t-shirt, brown leather jacket that hugged his body nicely, and tight black pants which Danny refused to see how they hugged him. 

With a shrug, Danny leaned against the counter, the front desk girl nowhere to be seen. “Yeah, they’re not for me.”

“Who’re they for?” The man asked casually. 

“I’m helping a couple of kids get back on track in school but they haven’t gone in three years so there’s a lot to catch up on. I’ll admit,” Danny chuckled. “I’m only really built for STEM… the English side of things is… not my forte.”

The man nodded slowly. “Yeah you’ve got quite a collection of works there.” There was amusement in his voice.

Groaning, Danny rubbed a hand down his face. “I’m just going to have to hire a tutor in Literature or something. I barely have the time to teach what I know- I almost failed literature in high school.”

The man -Danny really needed to get his name- watched Danny closely for a moment. “Who are these kids to you? Why do you have to get them into school?”

“I said I would.” Danny shrugged.

“They family? Friends of yours?” The man probed.

Danny shook his head. “Just a couple of street kids who needed help and were willing to let me give it.”

The man squinted. “So you’re trying to help a couple of kids you barely know?” Danny nodded slowly, unsure if the man was judging him or not. “Well, if they get in- great. But if they don’t- at least you tried, right?”

Something about the way he said it set Danny on edge. “Excuse me?”

“They’re just some street kids, who cares, right?”

“What the fucks that supposed to mean?” Danny asked, voice rising. He didn’t give the man a chance to answer, anger already overflowing. “I promised I’d help them cause I have the means so I’m going to. And the reason Gotham’s such a shithole is because of people like you who think the homeless population are worthless good-for-nothings instead of the intelligent and down-on-their-luck people I know they are. Ancients- this whole city is fucked!”

The man began chuckling, setting off Danny’s anger even more. “What are you laughing about now, asshole?”

Offering a genuine smile that took Danny completely off guard, the man offered him a hand to shake. “I’m Jason, former street kid, it’s nice to meet someone who actually cares.”

Stupefied and completely confused, Danny shook his hand without meaning to. “Danny- did you say all of that shit to test me or something?”

The man- Jason- shrugged. “Had to make sure you weren’t some kind of creep.”

“What the fuck?” Danny breathed trying to reign in the anger he’d let seep out before (he had years worth of repressed rage and nowhere to put it, he’d thought he might finally have someone to unleash the anger on). 

“Well, if I haven’t completely scared you off with that little stunt,” Jason smirked, grabbing one of those flower pens libraries always seemed to have and scribbled something down. “Literature was my best subject in high school. I’d be more than happy to help you tutor a couple of street kids in need.”

Jason slid the piece of paper to Danny. It was a phone number. People were giving him their number a lot recently- what was that about? As a teenager Danny could count on two hands how many contacts he had in his phone, after… the incident, he could count on one hand how many contacts he had. After moving to Gotham he’d slowly begun collecting numbers from apparently the entire city.

“What was that yelling about?” A woman’s voice cut through the silence Danny hadn’t realized was there.

Waving his hand casually, Jason smiled. “Just me being an asshole and Danny here defending his people. I’ll see you at brunch?” He directed the question at the red headed librarian who nodded suspiciously. “Nice to meet you Danny, think about my offer.”

He didn’t mean to track Jason’s movements as he left but he couldn’t help it. He also didn’t realize he was doing it until the librarian cleared her throat. “Ah, right, sorry.” Danny pushed the books towards her sheepishly. 

She began scanning the books, typing something in the computer between each one. “Danny was it?” He nodded. “I’m Barbara, sorry about Jason, he can really get under people’s skin if he wants to.”

“Nah he’s fine.” Danny sighed. “I probably would have done the same thing.”

She eyed him curiously. “What did he do?”

“Just wanted to make sure I wasn’t some asshole who was just using some street kids I’m helping.” He paused, offering his library card to Barbara. “I’m not- for the record. Just trying to help them get into school again.”

Barbara bagged up his books during his explanation. When he was finished she handed him the bag. “Jason really is one of the smartest people I know- if you’re considering letting him help you with that…. You won’t be sorry.”

He hesitated, unsure if he wanted to accept the stranger’s help. “I’ll think about it, thanks.”

~~~

When Danny left the library Babs immediately pulled out her phone and texted Jason. She hadn’t seen him smile like that since before he’d died, there was no world in which she let him let Danny get away. Whether that boy knew it or not, he was going to be a part of the family. It was like fate- he even looked the part, black hair, blue eyes, completely exhausted, going out of his way to help people he barely knew- he was perfect.

Now to strategize getting them together- she’d need Dick’s help. He’d be more than excited for the task at hand.

If she closed the library a little early in order to find everything she can on Danny Nightingale- the man Tim had been low-key convinced would become a rogue and had begun obsessing over for the past couple of months- and find a way to orchestrate is integration into the family then who could blame her?

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[saintbleeding]

2 things for u-

1) I love your character designs for both Jon and Martin so much but I think martin’s nose in particular is like, one of my favorite things ever, it’s such a good shape and it brings me joy

2) ooooooof that comic, I’m in pain lol it’s really good and I’m gonna stare at the almost-kiss panels and the way martin’s fading back to blue for probably four hours now and essentially tattoo it on my eyelids

omg,,,, firstly thank u so much this is such a delight of a message!!! secondly ur in luck bc today i had time and inclination to be self-indulgent about purple and this ask was the nudge i needed (also, martin nose enjoyers unite)

[ID: A digital sketch of Martin Blackwood and Jon Sims, shown from the chest up. Martin is shorter and fat with wavy hair, wearing a jumper, scarf, and glasses. Jon is taller, thin, and wearing a t-shirt, hoodie, and overcoat. Jon has long, curly hair tied in a low bun, and his face and neck are covered with various scars, most notably a slash on his neck and a burn scar at his hairline. They are facing each other, and Martin smiles up at Jon as Jon kisses his nose. They are both coloured a muted purple, and there is a pink-and-orange sunset behind them. End ID.]

[i-know-how-my-story-ends]

Thank you so much for the tag, @there-must-be-a-lock <3 I love your fics!

1.) How many works do you have on AO3? 170! And I've orphaned a few.

2.) What is your AO3 wordcount? 419,917.

3.) What fandoms do you write for? Mostly DC and associated fandoms these days! I've had Supernatural, MCU, TMA, and Daredevil phases, too.

4.) What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Five fics in the Emergency Line series.

5.) Do you respond to comments? I try to!

6.) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I'm sure there's some with more acutely angsty endings (like Nerves) but for me, it's the ending of flatline. Most of that series is angst, to be fair.

7.) What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? This one is from awhile ago, but it's sort of a fix-it: North Star. Or possibly One Thing Right.

8.) Do you get hate on fics? Not really. Comment moderation is great.

9.) Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Occasionally-- it's not really my thing, but it can be a fun challenge. I usually write dom/sub dynamics when I do write it. I'm too asexual to see the appeal, otherwise.

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest crossover you've ever written?

Not many. The oddest one I've written is probably the X-men/Sandman Slim crossover that I wrote in high school. It will never see the light of day.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of. I have had a case of not being listed as the inspiration for a work, but it wasn't malicious.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated? Once! A lovely human translated Hardwired into Russian.

13.) Have you ever co-written a fic before? I've worked with people on fics before, but never properly cowritten, I don't think.

14.) What's your all-time favorite ship? Ooh, tough question. Superbat is always a favorite. We'll go with that.

15.) What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have a WIP somewhere where Jon Sims and Agnes Montague run away from Hilltop Road together, but it's more vibes than actual content.

16.) What are your writing strengths? Layered characterization and complicated relationships. Conveying things between the lines.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses? I tend to get into purple prose territory.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics? To me, it really depends on if you're fluent in another language/have someone who's willing to help you translate. Otherwise it can be a bit clunky.

19.) First fandom you wrote for? Oh boy. Star Trek, I think? Or possibly Lord of the Rings.

20.) Favorite fic you've written? Tie between Cracked Headstones, because Slade's POV is endlessly fun to write, and flatline, because I pulled it off the way I wanted it to.

No pressure tags (if y'all haven't already done this one): @stoplookingupforheaven, @skydaemon, @skalidra, @fantastic-mr-corvid

[pin-crusher2000]

1 Favorite DC duos (can be both from actual comics and your stuff)

2 Favorite Dc relationships (Once again can be from both comics and your stuff)

3: What are some of the your biggest inspirations for this universe

4: what does each characters swim suit look like

5: Have they ever had a pool party, if so how disastrous did it go (I presume Jake kept doing cannonballs and splashing everyone)

6: If they were all to wear onesies what would each characters look like

7: Whats each characters favorite superhero place (like the watchtower, or themyscera, or fortress of solitude) (This question might not make sense so you can just skip it)

8: do any of the team members have pets, and does the entire team have like a group pet

9: If each character were deserted on a desert island what would the one thing they bring be (I’m fully aware that half the characters could fly/swim/run off it but we’ll ignore that fact)

10: Have any of the characters ever been on other teams?

1: super sons, Wonder Twins (jake and Robert) and timkon, plus Solar Sons (Jake and Jon Kent)

2: Clois (Clark x Lois) dickkory (dick x Kory) Jon Kent x Kathy Branden, speeddemon (Damian x Irey) and Kon x Cassie sandsmark

3: definitely my buddy @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 who inspired me to create Earth-66, he made me a Jake Grayson fan and a dickkory fan too ;) shout out to you buddy!

4:

Jake: blue swim trunks

Robert: red swim trunks with a star on the front and back

Mar’i: purple or pink one piece

Lian: red one piece

Irey: yellow bikini with lighting bolts

Jai: orange swim trunks with those flowers on em (white)

Cerdian: sky blue trunks with sharks on them.

5: yup lol at the titans tower, pretty solid except:

Jake keep splashing everyone by pushing water and cannonballing

And

Cerdian decide for the sillies to slide down those tube slides you see at water parks on the outside and went over 3-4 bumps crotch first, moaning with each hit and his eyes crossed, and he also peed himself due to that. (Don’t worry he’s ok, just sore XD)

6:

Jake: blue cat

Mar’i: pink cat

Robert: red dinosaur

Lian: yellow cat

Irey: purple cat (canon)

Jai: orange dog

Cerdian: blue shark

7: all of them like the titans tower and the watch tower

The girls love themyscria (plus Robert)

The boys like the batcave

8:

Jake/mar’i: Haley (three legged puppy dick has in comics)

Robert: magical wolf cub name spot (or was it hunters I forget lol)

Cerdian: pet shark name finy

9:

Jake: tent

Mar’i: marshmallows

Robert: surfboard

Lian: a book that’s called: how to build a raft

Irey: soccer ball

Jai: handheld game system XD

Cerdian: trident for fishing

10:

Hmmmm

They are honorable members for (new) Young Justice,

They also team up with their parents and uncles/siblings titans and the justice league when they have to.

Thanks for the questions @ireywestnumber1fan

Let me know if you got more! :D

Next time just do at least 6 if you want each members “answers” lol

[jjtheresidentbaby]

I don’t know if you’re still in the stranger things fandom but…Stancy adopting baby Johnny. That’s all.

Caregiver Stancy adopting Baby Jon headcanons

Ahhhh caregiver Stancy adopting baby Jon!!!!! Oh my lord I love this so much!!!

[ @berrymoos this ask made me think of you & all the time we spend talking about baby Jon 😭😭]

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So obviously I think this all happens after the season 2 part where they all fight the monster together

Jonny’s a little more reluctant to lean on Steve at first but warms up pretty quickly

They become a duo that Nancy just can’t say no to

Steve’s the more lenient of the caregivers when it comes to him buying Jon toys or an extra scoop of ice cream

Whereas Nancy will let the little one stay up past his bedtime most nights or put on just one more episode of whatever show Johnathans really into

So they even each other out, Steve’s perfectly fine being stricter about putting Jon to bed or cleaning his toys up, Nancy’s definitely okay with cutting baby Jons sugar intake off

They usually meet at Steve or the Byers house depending on what their plans are

If it’s just a movie and some cuddles type of night they’ll most likely be at the Byers house on their couch sprawled atop one another

But if Johnny wants to run around or go swimming they’ll go to Steve’s, he’s got a decently private house with the woods around and his parents aren’t home so they’re never an issue

Going to Nancy’s is a last resort as there’s always too many people around that’ll bother the trio

And they take Steve’s car places, he drives the six kids around and is okay with getting it dirty

They could take Johnathans but honestly Steve would rather only worry about cleaning one vehicle

As Johnny is a messy eater

For such a polite and well mannered baby, he can’t seem to get food in his mouth

Steve and Nancy never noticed just how clumsily Johnathan was until he regressed around them

This is also why he can’t use his camera, he’ll drop it and break it

Nancy takes plenty of pictures though (and Steve’s not opposed to being behind the camera despite all of Johnny’s teasing)

A lot of the time Johnathan will regress closer to night time so they never do super high intensity activities unless it’s planned prior

But they bake a lot

Like way too much for three people to ever eat

Joyce and Dustin’s mom get cookies dropped off almost weekly

The party all have their fair share of treats to trade amongst themselves

Even Hopper gets a box of muffins dropped off at the police station most weeks

Going back to swimming at Steve’s, Johnny loves the water!!

Bath time is his favorite and he has to be practically dragged out

Swimming goes the same, Steve always ends up lifting him to his hip while Nancy wraps a towel around them both

Jon’s bound to have purple lips and a little shiver to him by the end of any water event

This goes for washing dishes too, he likes the sensory of the hot water and suds so he’ll stand at the sink splashing about if left alone

This prompts Steve to take over the task so half the evening isn’t spent trying to lure Johnny away from the sink

This is also why Nancy sets a timer during bath time

The caregivers always try to make getting out of bath time easier/more fun

Duck themed towels, a portable radiator to heat up said towel, fun hairstyles with hair clips, little songs Nancy comes up with, a promise of going swimming the next day or telling Jon when the next bath will be

It only sometimes works, not that the caregivers can care that much, baby Johnathans too cute to ever hold a grudge at

[cryptidswitch]

Get To Know Me Tag!

LI was tagged on my old blog by the ever gracious @salemssimblr​

So now I’ll answer it here :P

Show your wallpaper and the last song you listened to

Currently I have a wallpaper from Wallpaper Engine (so the rain and the leaves move!) which is the Mystery Shack from Gravity Falls! This is the night version and then there is a sunny version for the day time it automatically switches to!

The last song I listened to was Anything You Want by JAWNY!

Currently reading?

Right now I’m about to hop back into listening to Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir! My boyfriend read through Gideon and I told him when he started listening to Harrow I’d go back and listen to the rest of it so we could talk about it.

Last movie?

Ponyo! Watched it with the kiddo (not that she paid any attention to it haha)

Last show?

Guys Grocery Games! We finally got access to Food Network on streaming again (thank you MAX) and my mom, Matt, and I binged like half a season today lmao

Craving?

Currently craving these microwaveable shepherd’s pies things that I’m not even sure if they make anymore but the brand was called Crikey’s lmao. I know that’s weirdly specific but cut me some slack, it’s shark week

What are you wearing right now?

Ohhh, are you so curious ask game? ~eyebrow waggle~ God I need to go to bed lol. Currently in a pair of super soft grey jogger pj pants and an olive green crop top cami

How tall are you?

For the longest time I measured in at like 5′4″ and some change but that’s because they always told me to put my back against the wall and I couldn’t do that and stand straight apparently so I’m actually 5′6″ and some change!

Piercings?

Just two lobe ear piercings!

Tattoos?

Currently none, I’ve got several I want but the money and time never seem to line up x.x

Glasses or Contacts?

I have glasses that I need to wear more! I don’t think I’ll ever do contacts tbh

Last thing you ate?

Right now I’m eating Skittles :P

Favorite Color?

Emerald green, any shade of purples, and black!

Current Obsession?

So, I’m an absolute slut for stationary and back to school/college season is coming up and I’m practically frothing at the mouth for all the new stationary coming out! Otherwise I’ve been really into stuff from the Edwardian era lately!

Any Pets?

I’ve got two cats that hate each other lol. One is a one eyed, black and white, manx cat named Ciel (after the anime character) and Smudge who is a teeny tiny tortoiseshell cat

Favorite fictional character?

This is such an evil question lmao. I have fallen deeply in love with Gideon and Harrow from the Ninth House series. Jude Duarte from The Folk of the Air series made me obsessed with the name Jude and I just adore her. Charlie from The Book of Night is a complete and total badass! Kaz Brekker and Inej from Six of Crows, Delilah Greene from Delilah Greene Doesn’t Care, Booker and Elizabeth from Bioshock Infinite, Iron Bull and Blackwall and Cullen and Josephine from Dragon Age Inquisition, Arthur and John from Malevolent, Jon and Martin and Bashira from The Magnus Archives, Caduceus Clay from Critical Role campaign 2, and many MANY more! I can’t pick favorites lol

Last place you traveled?

Last place we went to beyond our usual haunts was the mall down in Cincinnati to attempt to go to the Squishables store for Mother’s Day (it hadn’t actually opened yet in spite of what google said)

I will tag anyone who would like to do this!

[megan-loves-surveys]

#39.

Your Life

name: Megan. sex: Female. occupation: Admin assistant. favorite people: My boyfriend, my Mum & Dad, my friends, Jon Moxley xD favorite place to be: NYC. favorite color(s): Purple, green, blue. three main interests: Wrestling, video games & music. your house is: Two stories, part of a complex of 21 with a gate, two bedrooms, right at the end of the complex. describe yourself in four words: Talkative, funny, kind, bubbly. best sex: Uh... any with my boyfriend? Haha xD

Rewind

most memorable memory: Oh, so many! worst memory: Getting hit by a car. favorite word of all time: Mox xD first best friend ever: Anna. first sex: I was 14.

Love?

love is: Great. are you in love: Yes. love or lust?: Love. when love hurts, you: Get upset but then work it out. true or false: all you need is love: False, it's great but you need more than just that.

Preferred Sex

turn ons: Good sense of humour, likes wrestling, likes to go out and have fun, has a car, dark haired, tall, nice ass, nice muscly arms and shoulders, goes to the gym. your parent's opinion on your bf/gf matter to you?: Not particularly, but my parents love my boyfriend, so that's nice. the sweetest thing a member of the preferred sex can do for you?: Surprise me with something small they know I'll like. tall or short: Tall! I'm short, so most guys are taller than me xD looks or smarts: Both. are you the type of person to HOLLA and ask for numbers?: LOL no.

Picky Picky

best pets: Cat for sure. short or long hair: Depends on who it is - for myself, longer hair. sunshine or rain: Sunshine. ink or piercings: On myself, neither. On other people, I like a few tattoos. hugs or kisses: Both. favorite drink: Water or Starbucks frappe. snail mail or e-mails: Email. playstation or nintendo: Nintendo. car or skateboard: Car. sing or dance: Both.

More About YOU!

if you were a crayon, what colors would you be?: Purple. ever OD'd?: No. what's the next CD you are going to buy?: I don't buy CDs anymore. what's the last drug you took?: None. what's the best advice ever given to you?: Always have fun, but be careful. what's the stupidest thing you have ever done?: Don't even ask. how many kids do you want to have?: None. plan on getting married?: No. what are you most scared of?: Spiders. how many TV's do you have in your house?: Two. The one in my room is broken though, I'm getting a new one for my birthday xD vegan, veggie or carnivore: I eat both vegetables and meat lol. who do you dream about?: Lots of people. who do you tell your dreams to?: Depends. your boyfriend/girlfriend is: He's great and I love him. your parents are: Amazing. your body type is: Slim, mostly. eyes: Green. skin color: White. in school: No. prejudices: None that I know of lol. pet peeves: Migraines, slow internet, cold rainy weather, hypocrites, when I can't fall asleep etc.

10 bands and singers you've been listening a lot to lately: 1) Madison Beer 2) Blue 3) Ayumi Hamasaki 4) Five 5) Girls Aloud 6) Namie Amuro 7) Taylor Swift 8) NewJeans 9) Spice Girls 10) Charli XCX

09 things you look forward to: 1) Weekly wrestling 2) Eating out 3) Hanging with my boyfriend 4) Traveling 5) Weekends 6) Going to the gym... most of the time lol 7) Getting paid xD 8) Buying Converse 9) Watching anything Jon Moxley does

8 things you like to wear: 1) Converse 2) Yoga pants 3) Wrestling shirts 4) My Mox hoodie 5) Short shorts 6) Tank tops 7) Flip flops 8) Push up bras xD

07 things that annoy you: 1) Migraines 2) Slow internet 3) Cold rainy weather 4) Hypocrites 5) Not being able to fall asleep 6) Idiots at work who don't understand that things can't be done immediately and take time 7) When I get stuck on a video game and can't keep playing it

06 things you say most days: 1) Haha 2) LOL 3) Hello, you've reached [name of company I work for], my name is Megan, how I can help? 4) Mox's name lol 5) Yay 6) Sure

05 things you do everyday: 1) Listen to music 2) Watch YouTube videos 3) Watch wrestling of some kind 4) Play Pokemon Go & Sleep on my phone 5) Waste time online

04 people you want to spend more time with: 1) My boyfriend, always 2) Ngawari 3) David 4) All my other friends

03 movies you could watch over and over again: 1) None, I'm not a movie person

02 of your favorite songs at the moment: 1) Angelina Mango - La Noia 2) Clea - Stuck In The Middle

01 person you could spend the rest of your life with: 1) My boyfriend

ABOUT YOURSELF name: Megan gender: Female height: 5'3" haircolor: Blue & purple eyecolor: Green location: NZ fears: Spiders, clowns, ladders, deep water

HAVE YOU EVER peed your pants: Not that I know of lol cheated on someone: Yes fallen off the bed: Yes fallen for a relative: No lol had plastic surgery: No failed a grade: Yes had your heart broken: Yes done something you regret: Only small things

CURRENTLY wearin: Black yoga pants and a Seth Rollins sweatshirt listenin to: Nothing chewin: Nothing feelin: Tired readin: Nothing in particular located: In my room chattin with: Nobody watchin: Nothing

DO YOU brush your teeth: Twice a day like anybody: Of course have any piercings: No drive: I only have my learner's believe in santa claus: No ever get off the computer: Yes lmao

LAST PERSON YOU… hugged: My boyfriend gave e-props: ??? IMed: Ngawari talked to on the phone: Someone at work yelled at: This guy on the phone at work, he was bugging me about his case and he wouldn't stop going on and on so I actually had to yell to get his attention cos he wouldn't STFU xD fell in love with: My boyfriend tripped: Nobody

PERSONAL what was the worst day of your life: Day I got hit by a car what is your most embarrassing story: Prob when I knocked over the light at the Warrior Wrestling show lmfao do you have a boyfriend: Yes if you had an extra set of eyes where would you put them: On the back of my head what you usually think about before going to bed: Depends

FAVORITE movie: None song of the moment: Angelina Mango - La Noia group of the moment: Blue store: Converse outlet store relative: Mum & Dad sport: Wrestling vacation spot: NYC ice cream flavor: Cookies & cream fruit: Banana candy: Gummies holiday: Christmas day of the week: Saturday color: Purple magazine: None name for a girl: Cheryl name for a boy: Nathaniel aka Nate

DO YOU like giving hugs: Yes like walking in the rain: No sleep with or without clothes on: With prefer black or blue pens: Black dress up on halloween: No have a job: Yes like to travel: Love it! sleep on your side, tummy, or back: Back want to marry: No have a goldfish: No have stuffed animals: Too many lol

ARE YOU single or taken: Taken simple or complicated: Both law or anarchy: Law mtv or bet: Neither 7th heaven or dawsons creek: Neither sugar or salt: Salt silver or gold: Silver tongue or belly button ring: Neither chocolate or flowerz: Chocolate color or black-white photos: Colour m&ms or skittles: M&Ms rap or rock: Rock stay late or sleep in: Stay up late tv or radio: TV hot or cold: Hot taller members of the opposite sex or shorter: Taller sun or moon: Moon diamond or ruby: Ruby left or right: Left 10 acquaintances or one best friend: One BFF kids or no kids: No kids cat or dog: Cat half empty or half full: Half full mustard or ketchup: Ketchup but I love mustard too newspaper or magazine: Magazine spring or fall: Spring give or receive: Both rain or snow: Neither a year of hot sex or a lifetime of friendship: Friendship happy or sad: Happy wonder or amazement: Amazement mcdonalds or burger king: McD's mexican or italian food: Italian lights on or off: Depends... duct tape or scotch tape: Duct tape candy or soda: Candy a house in da woods or city: City Converse or DC: CONVERSE!!! <3

[tonyskittymug]

rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with

Thank you @theproblemwithstardust. I love that you think of me for tag games!

Favorite colour?

PURPLE

Last song?

Good Things Fall Apart by Illenium & Jon Bellion. I'm trying to look for songs for my Crosshunt playlist. Which I will eventually finish. But probably not until I finish my TBB rewatch because I'm using it for inspiration. But I've been pretty slow in my rewatch.

Currently reading?

Nineteen Eighty-Four for the first time. Also reading Darth Bane: Rule of Two. So far I'm not as into it as I was in Path of Destruction.

Currently watching?

Just finished TBB S1... and about to start S2. Also been watching Belief it or Not on YouTube. He talks about the toxicity of evangelical christianity and I find it very therapeutic. Also almost done with Daredevil S3.

Currently craving?

Eh not sure...

Coffee or tea?

I prefer coffee but I will never ever say no to a chai latte

[gifsbysimplysonia]

9 people I Would Like To Know Better

On September 23, 2023, @dirtytomatoedwrites tagged me HERE and I just want to say THANK YOU and I'M SORRY. I am the worst with tag games lol

Putting behind the cut to try and keep your dash unclogged, and as per usual, please consider yourself tagged if you want to do this!

last song? Changes by David Bowie

favorite color? Purple or Black

last movie/tv show? Hell's Kitchen

currently watching? NJPW Battle In the Valley (I'm taking this literally, it's up on my screen right now)

sweet/spicy/savoury? Is it funny when I read these options, I assumed they were about fan fiction? I got to "savoury" and I was like "Is that a mix of fluff and smut?" LMAO

It honestly depends on the day. I'm new to spice but I find that if it's a kick that doesn't linger? I really enjoy it.

relationship status? All by myself

current obsessions? Hayden Christensen / Anakin Skywalker. I'm huge into New Japan Pro Wrestling right now cuz I'm catching up on Battle in the Valley and am going to see them live for the first time in forever on April 12, 2024 and MY KING - Tetsuya Naito - is not only the heavyweight champ but HE IS GOING TO BE THERE aaaaaaaaaaand he's going to wrestle Jon Moxley. When I tell y'all I am BLESSED?!?! I'm also trying SO gee dee hard to get back into writing my medieval Anakin Skywalker / Star Wars / witch fan fic but the Fear Block is strong, I'm afraid :( Hoping after I get back from 2 weeks of vacation - the longest I've ever been away from work - I will experience a miraculous surge of writing creativity.

My brother also bought me Marvel 1602 after we saw that What If? episode and I geeked out over it because when I googled and saw that it was written by Neil Gaiman, I was like, omg I need to read that! So hopefully I get started on that soon. I have about 5 books I need to read - actual hardcover hold in my hand books - and I really wanna get through them in 2024.

last thing you googled? Where is Nottingham in the United Kingdom, north or south?

[selkiewife]

TYRION APPRECIATION MONTH

Day 7: A Game of Thrones

Favorite Tyrion Quotes in AGOT

"Speaking for the grotesques," he said, "I beg to differ. Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities."

"Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you."

“Even a stunted, twisted, ugly little boy can look down over the world when he's seated on a dragon's back.”

“Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it."

"We all need to be mocked from time to time, Lord Mormont, lest we start to take ourselves too seriously.

Tyrion wondered what it would be like to have a twin, and decided that he would rather not know. Bad enough to face himself in a looking glass every day. Another him was a thought too dreadful to contemplate.

Suddenly a strange madness took hold of him, a yearning to look once more off the end of the world. It would be his last chance, he thought; tomorrow he would ride south, and he could not imagine why he would ever want to return to this frozen desolation. The King's Tower was before him, with its promise of warmth and a soft bed, yet Tyrion found himself walking past it, toward the vast pale palisade of the Wall.

"Your brother Jon asked it of me. And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things." Tyrion Lannister placed a hand over his heart and grinned.

"Will I truly be able to ride?" Bran asked. He wanted to believe them, but he was afraid. Perhaps it was just another lie. The crow had promised him that he could fly. “You will," the dwarf told him. "And I swear to you, boy, on horseback you will be as tall as any of them."

Catelyn Stark was trapped against the stone face of the mountain with three men around her, one still mounted and the other two on foot. She had a dagger clutched awkwardly in her maimed hands, but her back was to the rock now and they had penned her on three sides. Let them have the bitch, Tyrion thought, and welcome to her, yet somehow he was moving. He caught the first man in the back of the knee before they even knew he was there, and the heavy axehead split flesh and bone like rotten wood. Logs that bleed, Tyrion thought inanely as the second man came for him. Tyrion ducked under his sword, lashed out with the axe, the man reeled backward … and Catelyn Stark stepped up behind him and opened his throat. The horseman remembered an urgent engagement elsewhere and galloped off suddenly.

He had been born in the dead of winter, a terrible cruel one that the maesters said had lasted near three years, but Tyrion's earliest memories were of spring.

'The Seasons of My Love.' Sweet and sad, if you understand the words. The first girl I ever bedded used to sing it, and I've never been able to put it out of my head." Tyrion gazed up at the sky. It was a clear cold night and the stars shone down upon the mountains as bright and merciless as truth.

“She was scarcely a year older than I was, dark-haired, slender, with a face that would break your heart. It certainly broke mine.”

“…and at the end she had so many silvers the coins were slipping through her fingers and rolling on the floor, she …" The smoke was stinging his eyes. Tyrion cleared his throat and turned away from the fire, to gaze out into darkness. "Lord Tywin had me go last," he said in a quiet voice. "And he gave me a gold coin to pay her, because I was a Lannister, and worth more."

He dreamt of the sky cell. This time he was the gaoler, not the prisoner, big, with a strap in his hand, and he was hitting his father, driving him back, toward the abyss …

Pale crimson fingers fanned out to the east as the first rays of the sun broke over the horizon. The western sky was a deep purple, speckled with stars. Tyrion wondered whether this was the last sunrise he would ever see … and whether wondering was a mark of cowardice. Did his brother Jaime ever contemplate death before a battle?

That was when he knew. You have given him up for lost, he thought. You bloody bastard, you think Jaime's good as dead, so I'm all you have left. Tyrion wanted to slap him, to spit in his face, to draw his dagger and cut the heart out of him and see if it was made of old hard gold, the way the smallfolks said. Yet he sat there, silent and still.

Favorite Quotes said about Tyrion in AGOT

"Oh, I think that Lord Tyrion is quite a large man," Maester Aemon said from the far end of the table. He spoke softly, yet the high officers of the Night's Watch all fell quiet, the better to hear what the ancient had to say. "I think he is a giant come among us, here at the end of the world.”

“Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs." And with that he turned and sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune. When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king.

[charlie-artlie]

[ID: A tiermaker list of five nights at freddys characters.  The categories are Desolation, Hunt, Flesh, Spiral, Corruption, Eye, Vast, Lonely, Stranger, Slaughter, Buried, Dark, Web, End.  Desolation: Jack-o-Foxy, Jack-o-Chica, Jack-o-Bonnie. Hunt: Michael Afton, Evan Afton, Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Funtime Freddy, Funtime Foxy, Gregory, Roxanne Wolf, Montgomery Gator, Glamrock Chica. Flesh: Mangle. Spiral: Shadow Freddy, Shadow Bonnie, Lolbit, Phantom Mnagle. Corruption: No characters. Eye: Psychic Friend Fredbear. Vast: The Blob. Lonely: Henry Emily. Stranger: Elizabeth Afton, Circus Baby, Ennard, Ballora, Molten Freddy, Scrap Baby, Glamrock Freddy. Slaugher: Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, Foxy, Withered Freddy, Withered Chica, Withered Bonnie, Withered Foxy. Buried: Golden Freddy. Dark: Nightmare Freddy, Nightmare Chica, Nightmare Bonnie, Nightmare Foxy, Freddie’s, Nightmare Mangle, Nightmare Fredbear, Nightmare, Nightmarionne, Sundrop, Moondrop. Web: Glitchtrap, Vanessa, Vanny, Lefty. End: William Afton, Springtrap, Scraptrap: Burntrap, The Marionette, Phantom Freddy, Phantom Chica, Phantom Foxy, Phantom Marionette, Child Spirit.]

Hope this clears it up

Anyway I’m going to ramble excruciatingly under the cut

Some of these are just me having a bit of fun, case and point, the Jack-o-animatronics: I don’t really consider them to be real entities but they fit so nicely with the desolation I couldn’t resist. If they were in any way tangible I’d stick them in with the dark as they’re still technically nightmares. I guess.

I’ve already talked abt Mike, but I wanna defend my Evan classification as well; you could argue that Evan would be better for the end or the dark, I think hunt works better (in general I think this series is hunt/stranger coded) because that’s what haunts every aspect of his life. He never feels safe and is always being watched.

Returning to my having-a-bit-o-fun clause: do I really think that characters become avatars for different entities over time, i.e. Evan is hunt when he’s alive then buried when he’s Golden Freddy? No —I picture it more like certain entities marking them throughout their lives, like Jon and Martin. I classified them by the entity that dominated their life at that time. Example: when Jon was a child, I’d put him under the web, when he’s an adult, I’d put him under the eye.

Idk if I need to defend the toy animatronic classification here. I don’t personally think they’re haunted, so their purpose is to hunt down and kill Afton. Nuff said

Notice how Funtime Freddy and Foxy are in hunt while Baby and Ballora are in the stranger! Interesting! Same with the toy animatronics, I don’t consider them to be haunted, more like driven by some other desire to kill. Side note: the funtimes are my favorite animatronics and SL is best game. Moving on.

I feel like flesh mangle is self explanatory, but i just wanna caveat that I consider them 50/50 flesh/hunt with the rest of the toys.

Spiral is all the hallucination animatronics, which is why phantom mangle is here but the rest are not because, again, I don’t consider the toy animatronics to be haunted. I consider these ghosts of soulless beings.

Nothing for corruption! Sad. The only thing I could think of was that purple mold Springtrap from special delivery, but like hell I’m bringing those non-canon assholes into this. This is complicated enough as is.

Again, the eye is kinda a goof, if anything I’d say that it’s an object with fear power, like Annabel’s camera or Jon’s tapes. I think it’s actually pretty fitting with the way it literally stalks Evan through the story. I take it back it’s not a goof I’m a genius.

The blob is so stupid. I almost hate to acknowledge it. It goes into the vast because it’s canon universe existence is that it’s the melded forms of all the animatronics ever I guess? Including chica and other animatronics that weren’t at the fnaf 6 location when it burned WHATEVER I’m not getting into it— it’s a writhing screaming mass of murdered souls it’s going under vast.

We don’t actually have any solid proof this grey pixel man is Henry but that’s how I’m gonna interpret him for my purposes. (Don’t get me…fucking stated…on how these games delivery bits of lore….so stupid…) Henry’s going under lonely because he lost his daughter and the tragedy of that consumed his life. (bluh bluh but in the books it says he has a son and wife— I do not care about the books 🔪)

I’m kinda using the stranger classification for all the characters with intense identity issues? Can I also tangent about something else that bothers me? I do not believe that Ballora is haunted with Mrs. Aftons ghost. I say I don’t believe because I acknowledge that this is the reality the canon wants us to believe, but can we stop for just a second and ask where this fact is presented?? I have no idea if it’s in the books. I don’t care about the books. As near as I can tell the only piece of in game confirmation is the Easter egg in security breach where the Ballora-looking staffbot is sitting at the Afton table. That’s IT!!! How fucking insulting is that, like you’re such a discarded piece of set dressing that your murder and dismemberment aren’t even worth bringing up. I can’t understand making this canon it makes no fucking sense, so like throughout all of sister location Mrs. Afton just had nothing to say to her son or her daughter and THEN in ultimate custom night she still has nothing to say to her husband like I’m not asking for a monologue but why bother canonizing it at this point

Sorry I just had a moment of clarity and became hyper aware of where I am and what I’m doing *shudders*

Anyway, I’m gonna summarize my whole beef with this headcanon: Baby and Ballora aren’t haunted by the spirits of Elizabeth and Mrs. Afton, rather I think they’re metaphocally haunted by their memory. Like, we can’t really speak for Ballora but Baby talks at length about the incident with Elizabeth, the only child she ever killed. You could say her distress was all a ploy to gain Mikes trust, and I think that’s probably mostly true, but I really feel like she’s been down here all these years just thinking about it, going over it again and again. Why did that happen? Especially poignant if you pair it with the idea that William might have assumed Elizabeth haunted her after this and spoke to her as such. I just think it’s a much more compelling narrative to have a sentient robot (we know she’s always been completely sentient even before she killed Elizabeth because she describes details of her life from before the incident) be haunted by an action she had no control over, and then an identity thrust upon her that she didn’t understand or want. Pretending to be Elizabeth may have even been a coping mechanism she learned, being the only thing that would make William stop torturing her.

Since this is already as long as it is, another tangent: I like to image that William tried to meld his wife and Ballora together, and with her last dying breath she told him to fuck off and spat in his face, then faded away to the Christian afterlife, which is canon in all Scott’s Games games.

Glamrock Freddy also gets to go here for his intense canon identity issues. This is also the reason I’m not down with the mike-possesses-Glamrock-Freddy theory, I think it cheapens his character. “I am not me” is a much more powerful line for a robot who’s struggling with this identity he had no say in than the ghost of Michael Afton like, idk trying to disown himself?

I’m still very unsure about putting the main four under slaughter instead of hunt or stranger. My reasoning here is that they’re compelled towards senseless violence because they came from senseless violence and are now cursed to perpetuate it. Shrug. They could fall under a lot of categories.

Buried Golden Freddy is one I feel pretty passionate about. Trapped, confined, cannot move or communicate. Literally locked away to bury the Fazbear troubled past.

Also I’m not acknowledging Cassidy. Possibly the worst introduced piece of lore. If she has to exist why not have her haunt one of the other main four animatronics, it makes no sense for her to be in golden freddy, like William started killing kids and just decided to stuff one of their bodies in the incredibly emotionally significant one that ruined his life? Why? Also the game that “proves” her existance, UCN, when referring the “the one you should not have killed” they use he pronouns. It just makes sense for it to be Evan, like narratively and with the lore already presented. Like I’ve seen some people quibble like “but the newspaper clippings said five kids went missing” yea and the fifth kid could have been Charlie! This isn’t a loose end, there’s no reason to introduce a character like this and furthermore *just imagine me fading into static here*

The dark is pretty self explanatory: all the nightmares go here. Whether you consider them tangible animatronics used to scare Evan or literally just nightmares, I think theyre pretty clearly entities of the dark. Sun and Moon are here too —at first I put them in the stranger cuz they also sorta have an identity thing going on, plus, literally clowns, but someone on insta (I think it was awacatin but i can’t remember and i dont know how to check!!) mentioned they’d be good with dark which is actually so much better. Like their whole think is lights on/lights off like the dark kinda runs their lives.

Web gets the SB subset of glitchtrap/Vanessa/vanny —I think the webs pretty good for mind control stuff already but then its also like. Computers/interweb/bugs/viruses etc Big evil plan type of characters, lying in wait, putting everything into its place to get the desired result etc. And then Lefty gets to be here cuz its a device for capturing, luring, tricking, secrets, etc etc etc.

William again could go a lot of different ways. Someone else on insta (again no idea who sorry!!) mentioned it be pretty satisfying to put him in the slaughter (cuz you know, the man behind the slaughter) but I dont really think violence was what drove him, I think it was an obsession with death and a need to control it. My personal interpretation of him is that he was partially driven mad by the loss of his son and then daughter, hating the weak helpless feeling it left him with, hating feeling vulnerable, so he tries to overcome it to, like, literally beat death. It’s not so much that he wants to bring his son back to life (though I think he does) it’s that he wants to nullify death as a concept completely. And through those means, becomes an avatar who cannot die. Ergo, all the traps go here (except glitchtrap, which I don’t really think is imbued with Williams soul or whatever? Cuz how could it be that doesn’t really make sense. I prefer the more esoteric explanation of just like, an inanimate non-living object becoming possessed and malevolent just because of the evil fearful entity it was born from.)

Charlie/Marionette also gets put here because of her deathless powers. I like to think, like Georgie, she got made into a death avatar against her will. Just through the act of being killed by a death avatar but being too stubborn to succumb to her fate. I think also, the reason she possesses her animatronic longer than the others, withstanding the fire etc is because she’s not actually haunting her suit the way the others are. Like, the others are haunting their suits because Charlie helped them and they’re literally hidden in the suits bodies, but Charlie isn’t inside the puppet (there’s literally no way, the puppet is too small to hide a body inside) she’s more like merged with it? And then also the phantoms. Deathless creatures without bodies haunting you and driving you insane. Pretty cut and dry.

So, uh, I hope that clears it up.

[gentlemancrow]

In its Vastness, Floats Some Fragment of a Song - A Fairytale (Preview!)

AAHHHH CROW WRITING? ON YOUR DASH? IT'S MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK!! (ER WELL SORT OF!!) This, my friends, is a little PREVIEW of my fic I am writing for the Summer in the Archives event over at @seasons-in-the-archives!! It is not quite finished, but I am posting the first little bit as a prologue so that my AMAZING AND INCREDIBLE AND BREATHTAKING INIMITABLE ARTISTS might post their pieces as well! I CANNOT thank @lucky-numberme and @fadesinthelight enough for their ABSOLUTELY MINDBLOWING ILLUSTRATIONS for this fic I was reduced to a puddle every time I saw them and they are just RADIANT please go check out both their stuff!! And please do stay tuned for the full fic SOON!! It's got everything! Mer!Jon, Martin with big sailor rowing arms, Peter Lukas suffering for eternity, the works!

In its Vastness, Floats Some Fragment of a Song Artists: @lucky-numberme [ART HERE] and @fadesinthelight [ART HERE]

In a tiny little town far up north, there is a strange lighthouse keeper with a story... The story, he says, is true, no matter what anyone says, and it is all about the strange fog that seems to both haunt and protect the town all at once. It is about a young Sailor full of song and hope and passion, and a Captain, full of salt and cold and greed. It is about a beautiful Siren of the deep, doomed to be fascinated and consumed by both. But it is also, as all stories are, a story about love, and how love, above all things, is the most powerful force in the universe.

Way and away up North in the pink heather-speckled Highlands, watched over by a plucky herd of wooly cows and cradled by the sea, lies a sleepy little town.  Many stories begin just like this, but this town is not a sleepy little town like the kind found in the once upon a times of myth and legend.  No heroes have been birthed, nurtured, and then launched to glory from its humble foundations.  No illuminated manuscripts have been penned singing the humble origins of a tale that changed the course of history and the world.  It is not the resting place of holy artifact, arcane knowledge, or treasure beyond the wildest of dreams.  It is not even the first step on a journey to greatness and discovery for anyone seeking answers or absolution.

It is nothing and nowhere.

Naught more than a barnacle crusted dock with a few stalls that pass for a fish market, a ratty old pub that leaks in the summer and the winter, and a smattering of cottages huddled up against the sea cliffs, most maps won’t even bother giving it the dignity of a dot.  There is not much to earn it one, either. 

Perhaps the best piece of fried haddock you ever had in your life and would never have again, yet always crave when the salt air hits your tongue just right.  Maybe a beautiful piece of scrimshaw to take home to a spouse or child as a souvenir, but then never being able to recall exactly where it came from or what, exactly, it depicts.  A harrowing tale of a town so dank and damp and dripping from every rafter the favorite coat you wore would never be fully dry again.  A pressed thistle so purple it recalls a bruised seaside sunset and the lines of poetry you read when you plucked it and laid it down against the lines of it.  More likely, though, it would become a wistful memory of the last restful stop before heading out into the blinding white of arctic waters for a whaling voyage.  Just a desperate sliver of idyllic peace before steeping yourself to the elbows in blood and gore and bone.

Truth be told though, even the whales know better than to waste any time in that particular dreary little cove.  But there is one thing even the smallest, humblest bastion of quaintness, no matter how dull, always seems to possess.

A secret…

Something buried in the sands of time, hidden betwixt dusty vellum pages of history, whispered and polished on so many tongues it hardly resembles itself anymore.  There are stories here, indeed.  If one were to stay in the town long enough, treat just the right local to an extra pint, they might be lucky enough to catch one.  Though none would give anything much away of the truth of what really happened there all those years ago. The thing about a good secret is no one knows truly what the truth of it is.  It only knows itself.

And this town’s secret lies in the fog.

There’s really only one thing any poor soul has ever said upon taking their leave, and that would be something along the lines of, “Thickest fog I ever did see in my life!”, or “Like pea soup, it was!”, or “Blimey, I couldn’t see me hand in front of me face!”.  For, truly, that is the one thing notable at all about the place.  It is visited, nay, haunted, by a wicked fog that presides over the town as mayor, ruler, deity, judge, jury, and executioner— all of the above at once.  When the fog rolls in, everyone in town knows to close the shutters and close their hearts against the silvery sovereign that guards them from ancient evils they are privileged not to comprehend.  Nor does anyone care to.  They need not know how it came to be to accept it for what it is.  Though, it is not a cruel thing at all, despite how it may sound.  It looks out for them as much as they look out for it.  It is their guardian and custodian.  The billowing mists are as much a lonely embrace as they are a shield.  There is an ineffable and beautiful sort of love there and the residents wouldn’t have it any other way.

The more skeptical amongst visitors might say upon hearing this lore, for one cannot help but hear it from someone, that it sounds like romantic balderdash, or utter poppycock, tripe, drivel, or whatever colorful word they like best to describe something out of a fairy story.  Just a tale for children and old folks in their cups shameless enough to believe in magic again.  And perhaps there is a small bit of merit in that.  Everyone knows deep down fog is just fog.  It has no soul, has no master and obeys no laws of humanity or divinity.  But the locals will swear on the graves of all their ancestors before them to you that their fog, above all fog, is indeed a living thing with a will and a mind of its own, and you would do best to give it the reverence it is due.  Lest it claim your very soul from your body to drag out to sea with it when it goes, forever to wander the watery wastes.  Or to turn you into fog yourself, forever restless, forever intangible and mutable.  Or to forever be lost no matter where you wander, never to find your way home again.  It has happened before and it will happen again.  Or so the stories go.

That strange tenet, or superstition, or legend, or whatever it may be, lays as thick upon the town as the fog itself, coiled like a silver dragon guarding its secret and guarding its home.  Then it vanishes from waking memory just as fiercely with a snap of white-fanged forgetfulness.

Strange, indeed…

Though perhaps it is a bit of an exaggeration to say the fog is the only thing strange about the little village.  There would be little to tell if there were only a nasty bit of weather to the place with a few fanciful tales to give it life.  There is also something to be said of the lighthouse that stands sentinel high atop the misty cliffsides to watch it. 

And there is especially something to be said of its keeper…

He is an old man.  Not old in the way that creases the face and rots the tooth and loosens the tongue, but old in the way of the stone of the cliffs, softly etched by the wind.  Of the dauntlessness of the waves that crash upon the jetties, knowing they will someday, even if eons from now, prevail.  Of the stars that still guide sailors home from their cosmically fixed points in the sky.  The locals say he has lived for a hundred years and he’ll live for a hundred more yet.  No one knows exactly when he came, but no one remains who can recall a time without him.  He has always been.

He is built like those very cliffs upon which he roosts, dresses only in a faded blue peacoat and a mariner’s cap over his silver-white hair, and says very little. He has rheumy blue eyes with a clouded pupil that some swear rolls and swirls like the fog, but he has never made eye contact with anyone long enough to be sure.  He keeps his hands in his pockets and his gaze on the ground and the smoke from his pipe seems to cling to him like a shroud.  His rare comings always feel like a prophecy come to pass, expected and yet somehow unexpected.  A scrimshaw etching come to life from dead and yellowed bone.  He lives a solitary existence in his lighthouse, and might just fade away into myth and memory himself, if not for the command of the full moon and the story of what truly happened in that sleepy little town so long ago that lives inside of him and only in him.

Everyone in town knows there is only one chance to hear it.

On the evenings of the nights when she shines her brightest and the tide pulls back its curtains wide, he comes.  He stops at the market for the few paltry supplies he always buys, smokes his pipe on the dock as he watches the tide roll out and away from him, and then, without saying a word to a single soul, heads into the pub.  The owner already knows to pour him a pint without his asking— stout, dark and frothy, and placed on the table beneath the window as far from the other patrons as possible.  The Keeper takes the same chair, faces it toward the window, toward the mocking moon, and takes out the same book of folk tales from his pocket in a vain attempt to look unapproachable and absorbed.  It never works.

Every time The Keeper thinks perhaps this time they will not come, perhaps this time they will leave him alone.  He is always wrong.

He barely has time to even get through the haunting description of the selkie standing upon a cliff, without her coat, without her home, without anything, before the first child skitters bashfully up to him with wonder and stars in her eyes.

“E-Excuse me, sir…?” the tiny voice quivers behind him.

The Keeper winces.  He closes his book slowly, deliberately, and draws in a long, shuddering breath.  She is only spared the frostiest of glances out of the corner of an eye peeking from beneath a bushy brow.  The girl rocks to and fro on her heels and chews her lip, brimming with innocence and absolutely unafraid.  The Keeper says nothing.  She had been warned of this, she is prepared, and she continues undaunted.

“They say, sir…” the girl starts up, glancing back at her eagerly grinning father for reassurance, “They say you have… A story?”

The Story again.  The Keeper feels its weight tighten around his throat.  An albatross.  A noose.  A curse.  A duty.  It is all of these things, and he may not refuse it.  He has not the power to do so even if he dared.

“Is that what they say…?” he rumbles at length.  His voice creaks like an old castle door pulled open after centuries.

The girl bobbles her head in affirmation.

“Yes, sir!  They say it’s the greatest!  They say it’s a story about the merfolk!  And that it’s TRUE!  And-!” she chirps, then suddenly turns bashful, her voice lowering under the weight of some unutterable secret.

“…And that it’s a… a love story?”

The Keeper grinds a pensive note between his teeth and down his throat.  It is no longer avoidable.  They are no longer avoidable.  The Keeper can feel the aroused ears and eyes of the pub patrons turn upon him, luminous and yellow like a pack of wolves in the night.  He knows has but one weapon to keep them at a safe distance, loathe as he is to lay himself bare once again.  Yet he knows he must, and he deigns at last to turn his solitary chair.  The legs scrape mournfully in harmony with the crackle and pop of the hearth.  A collective breath is held. 

The storyteller faces his audience.

“A love story, you say?” he asks, painting each word in hushed calligraphy with his tongue.

“Mmhmm!” 

The girl, unafraid of the craggy, shadowed face hollowed out by wicked firelight even still, grins from ear to ear as a few of the not quite as brave children scuttle to flank her and claim their spots.

“Is that what you desire to hear?” The Keeper rumbles, his eyes everywhere and everywhen in the room but the child before him.

“Yes, yes!  Very much!”

The Keeper snorts and scoffs loudly, drops his forearms to his knees, and looks the brazen child dead on, eyes full of fog and eternity and a nameless, primordial darkness.  The blood chills in her veins and she swears she feels the fire falter and its warmth flee, but she does not look away.

He demands payment of her, “What’s so dreadfully exciting about a silly old love story, then?”

She answers the call.   She answers it with a fearless step forward and her full chest.

“Oh, everything!  Everything!” the girl cries, “Love is the best thing in the world!  It’s what gets us through life!  It’s the meaning of it all!  It’s what they always fight for in the best stories!  Love is the only thing worth dying for!  Isn’t it?  Isn’t that true?”

The Keeper’s weathered face splits into a bitter, cryptic grin.  The eyes vanish beneath the brim of his mariner’s cap.  The payment is accepted.

“I see.  Aye, you do speak true.  But I’m afraid you’ve missed the most important part-” he corrects, and hoists himself back up to his full height like a mountain crushed upward into agonizing, epochal existence as he goes on.

“You see… Love is so much more than just two people choosing to spend the rest of their days together.  More than just something to fight for, something to get you through the dark of the night and the cold of winter, something that makes life worth enduring.”  

“Love is… a force of nature- no, no… more than that… so much more than that.  It is everything.  Literally everything.  So I suppose, then, that one could say all stories ever told or will be told are love stories if you look at it the right way.  But that only makes it that much more essential.  Love is the only force in this universe stronger than death, the only one to outlive it and the only one to destroy more utterly.  It is the only one that needs no other force to sustain it.  It simply is.  It always has been and it always will be.  It is creation and destruction together incarnate.  Just like the wind will always love a cliff and by the end of the eons it takes to destroy it with its passion another will have risen to love it right back.  That’s what love is.  A constant, binding force that weaves the very fabric of the world.  And all stories are about those who would either be bound or unwound by it.  Mine is a story about both.”

The adults are captivated by him now, even the ones he knows have heard his story a thousand times before.  He must tell it.  He doesn’t want to.  He never wants to.  He knows if he doesn’t there will be a greater price to pay.

He takes out a piece of half-finished scrimshaw from his pocket, as well as a scriber, and etches at it for a while in contemplative silence.  The Story comes back to him in undulating bluegreen waves, unseen, unheard, as he adds a few delicate scales to a sinuous, achingly beautiful mercreature upon the whale bone.  His thumb runs almost mournfully across it, and his lip curls back into a barely perceptible sneer.  The ceaseless tide inside of him wells up.  The rest of his fingers tighten ever so slightly, imperceptible to all but the few children seated closest to his boots on the floorboards.  The fog in his eye swirls, furious, indignant, but then gives way and parts like a silvery curtain upon the beginning of his story so many years ago.

When he finally begins his voice is thin and shivery, almost inaudible, like seafoam slinking over shimmering sand.

“Once upon a time…”

[pumpkinspicenietzsche]

why do tma fanfics fuck so hard

bro im not a fanfic person whatsoever i havent read an ao3 in my life aside from my friend’s joke prescription fanfic but i just stumbled upon nature has taught her creatures to hate and its genuinely one of my favorite things ive ever read ever in the history of forever and i wish i was a better artist i wanna draw so much based on just this fic alone and im drawing jon with at least a spot of purple in his hair now not even in context of the fic ive just been changed that much

[march-harrigan]

Arkham Dork Squad: 5, 6, 18! And for another one: 13, 20, 21 for your lovely lil haresona u-u

OKAY, SO! I answered 5 and 18 for Jervis here! The rest, I'll put under a cut.

Jervis

6- Favourite thing this character has said? - This is a tough one, because I love just about everything that comes out of this man's mouth and it also really depends on the version! From his entire monologue in his Joker's Asylum story and his breakdown in BTAS(Perchance to Dream). Or sillier things like his rhyming argument with cash in Arkham Knight or... Just about anything in Secret Six.

One that did stick out to me though, in terms of characterization and how I generally perceive his motives was in Arkham Origins. When he's testing the mind control devices on his "rabbits."

"That's always been the trouble, though, hasn't it? No one ever wanted to hear what Jervis had to say. He might as well have been invisible."

THIS is exactly what I mean when I say he feels overlooked. Jervis has a need to feel seen. To be important and valued enough to be heard. And that's exactly where at least some of his issues with control begin.

Jonathan

5- What do you not like about this character? - I'm gonna be honest. The major thing I dislike isn't even that deep. I just think he should be depicted as Southern more often. That we should have a selection of official, Southern-accented voices to pick from.

Don't get me wrong, I love the depictions of Jon that we have. But ever since I learned about Year One Scarecrow, I need that Georgia boy!

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6- Favourite thing this character has said? - You know that part in Arkham Knight where you go back to the clock tower and you have to take out a bunch of militia guys and Scarecrow's waxing poetic about fear? Describing the effects it has on the body, how ancient it is, the kind of primal fear our ancestors felt?

Yeah, all of that.

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18- What’s something you associate this character with? E.g. a certain colour, object or scenery? - I associate him with autumn colors. Orange, brown, and red mostly. Obviously, there's just the entire concept of fear. He's usually on my mind when I get the urge to binge some horror content.

Halloween is another big association. Whether he loves it because it suits his motif or hates it because of related trauma, I feel like every version of Jonathan Crane has some strong feelings about Halloween, one way or the other.

Eddie

5- What do you not like about this character? - I don't really have a lot of negative to say about Ed. At least as a whole.

I guess if I were to gripe about a specific version, it would be Gotham. I liked him well enough? But his transition from Ed Nygma to the Riddler was just. Not great in general. I feel like someone who's watched the series more than once could explain it better than I can. It was all very weird, and not in a good way.

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6- Favourite thing this character has said? - Honestly, everything out of Arkham!Riddler's mouth is pure gold. He's quickly become my favorite just for the shit he says and Wally Wingert's flawless delivery of that shit! The most memorable though would probably be the classic:

“You solved it? Ah, but this is merely check, detective. Soon I will be mating you. Wait, I meant chess! Chess, you base, gutter-minded savage!”

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18- What’s something you associate this character with? E.g. a certain colour, object or scenery? - The obvious color is green(and to a lesser extent, purple). I associate the Riddler with games and puzzles of all kinds. Just going by the things on my desk there's crosswords and Rubik's cubes and... Yeah, even dice, although he's more about skill than chance.

Portal comes to mind too. I feel like he'd enjoy the games(and making his own test chambers).

March

13- Contrary wise if it is an OC, what’s your favourite story with them in it you’ve written? - I am... Honestly so bad about actually writing the content for my self-inserts and OCs. Any plotlines that happen are either in my head or RP if I'm lucky.

I guess one of my favorite ideas I have for them(on how they meet Jervis) is the one where Jervis has recently broken out of Arkham. He returns to his old hideout to grab a few things only to discover that someone's broken in.

He finds them at the table. Full costume, feet propped up and sipping tea. They claim to be the March Hare and he just kind of... Accepts/goes along with it? All is forgiven because, after all, "what's a little breaking and entering between friends?"

However, what Jervis will not tolerate, is their FEET on the TABLE!

Shortly after this, he helps them improve their costume, including a set of ears with a neural link that enables them to control the ears via thought and emotion.

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20- Contrary wise, if this character is an OC, how does their presence change the story? - Call me Mary Sue, but the biggest change is just. To Jervis. The friendship(and eventual romance) helps stabilize him to a certain degree. Though, at the same time, March is a huge enabler for some of his crimes. A simultaneous "I can fix him" and "I can make him worse."

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21- Wild card! Talk about anything to do with this character! Anything at all! - Gonna do a Jervis-related one and one that's not related to Jervis because like. This sona is for self ship, but I also wanna develop them as their own character beyond "haha date Jervis."

Depending on version(AKA if it's one of the takes where Jervis does the rhyming thing), March will rhyme along with him. In fact, it's not uncommon for the two of them to have conversations entirely in verse where they complete each other's rhymes. They are both VERY good at improv this way.

March likes to collect weapons and has quite the assortment. Various swords and knives, a medieval mace. Some throwing knives in the shape of playing cards if they feel like being a bit more On Brand. They have a few guns, but those aren't really favorites. It's more that they can acknowledge them as more efficient in certain situations.

There is, however, a tommy gun they've gotten attached to. They favor it during heists.

Bonus: Their favorite tea is Earl Grey, but they're also big on breakfast teas.

[jin0]

OK NVM I CAN’T DELETE THE ONE I’VE ALREADY SEND AND I WANT TO CHANGE IT- so I won’t send it anonymously and start again nice. So my name is Sofie. I’m white and I have something between dirty blonde hair and light brown. I have light blue eyes. My big three is aries, Leo and sagg. I’m 5,4 (163cm). I’m really quiet at first, but than I’m really “friendly” yk. I’m smart and I’d say good looking, but I’m insecure at the same time. My favorite color is purple and red. I have ADHD, I like to be productive but at the same time I’m kinda lazy yk. I’m bipolar (thanks mom). I’m sarcastic and I like to make fun out of everything- like my trauma or when I hurt myself etc… I like to make people happy and proud of me (*cough* praise kink *cough*) and smile yk. I HATE when someone yells at me or is mad at me. I after think everything’s my fault and have breakdowns. I understand if you won’t respond, but I love your work and was hoping you’d tell me which Andrew Garfield character/ fancast you’d “ship” me with. I Love you and I hope you have a nice day❤️

you and jon walking around a dancing room at night. he's on the piano, watching you pitch ideas for his play and sing melodies that inspire him. he's so focused on you, he doesn't notice that he's playing on the piano and you're throwing in lyrics that he can barely hear but will remember by heart and write later. you pull him to dance with you and slowly in his head places itself the perfect play, the story of the girl with such a big heart she did not know what to do and enough energy to fuel a village. he wrote down each of your adhd fueled ideas and would paint the perfect character, you.

jon couldn't lie, when he first met you he thought you were absolutely insane. he had no recollection of how the conversation first started but all he knew was that he was taken on the ride of his life with you. he'd been so immersed in your words and his failed attempt at following what you were saying that he forgot what time it was or where he was. he felt like be was high the entire time and had been looking, craving for that feeling all over again.

he'd been going through the worst writers block right before he had to hand in his assignment, the one that would give him the degree he needed to become one of the greatest screenwriters ever. but right after coming back from that first encounter with the random crazy girl at his job, he'd never felt more inspired.

that waw when he understood how much he needed you in his life. not to pass his exams, but because you were the muse he'd been asking for since he knew he wanted to write.

you were the physical representation of what inspiration was and you didn't even know it. you just said and noticed the weirdest and most hidden things in life, bringing in new perspectives and throwing him in new dimensions of possibilities.

he was so inspired by your every actions that everywhere you went and everything you told him, he'd write in a notebook specifically for you. it even had your name, a sign that the whole thing was entirely focused on you. but he couldn't show you yet, not when he wanted everything to be perfect. he'd show you the whole thing or nothing, but the world needed to know who you were and how incredible you were.

and it started with you kissing him repeatedly as he tried to explain the new songs he'd come up with. he was trying to focus but your lips on his neck, grazing and biting onto every part you knew drove him crazy weren't helping. you were just like that, the biggest inspiration and distraction there was to him. but no moment with you was ever wasted.

"so... you wrote a song on a green dress ?" you asked, looking at him curiously.

"no..." he scoffed, laughing against your shoulder and settling you on his lap by grabbing your waist. "I wrote a song on what the green dress did to me."

"who's green dress though ?"

"yours baby, your green dress."

"i have a green dress ? since when ?" you exclaimed, racking your brain to remember.

"you wore it last week love, when we went to the park ?" he chuckled at your incapacity to remember. you were adorable.

"oh that one ! yeah, it's green !" you reminded with a goofy smile, nodding as the image of the dress showed up in your mind.

"yeah, i know baby." he smiled, watching you remember the dress in question.

you stood up, kissing his lips with a loving smile that made him reach up towards you. he wanted you close to him, breathing in your scent and playing the notes they remind him off. he needed to feel you close to be his best.

watching you walk around the studio, he closed his eyes listening as you hummed to an strange melody. it didn't make much sense at the first listen but the more he focused, the more it started to place itself in his mind.

his eyes opened to look at you and then he felt it, the inspiration that would surge through him every time he'd look at you. you were dancing and each of your step represented a beat. everything you were doing was perfectly placed together, forming a song you could see in your mind and he could hear in his.

you both were in sync in building this play, and relationship. this was what having a soulmate felt like and he would never praise you enough for being the shining star of his life. you'd make his dreams come true without even knowing it and never in his life would he be more thankful for having you around.

looking at you twirling around to the notes he'd started to play on the piano, he smiled like a lovesick idiot. you were truly his muse.

"love ?" he called out. you head snapped towards him, smiling wide and waiting for his question. "you know i love you right ? and i'm proud of you ? you're the best thing there is on this planet and you should know it. whatever flaw you think you have is what makes you you and you should celebrate how great of a woman you are."

when he saw the smile on your face, he felt another wave of inspiration for a new song. you ran to him, hugging his chest and squealing in his shirt when he caressed your nape, praising you for being the most beautiful and intelligent and perfect being on the planet. his lips never left your forehead, but when it did, it would be to kiss your lips tenderly.

that night, he finished his script, writing the last song as a celebration to you and a declaration of his love. writing the play about a beautiful girl that the world would know as sunshine, a ball of craziness, a funky mix between the laziest couch potato and the most productive being there was, pure sarcasm and adhd wrapped in skin and in size tiny. they would know you through the play, as this girl but thet he would know as you, his muse, the woman who held his heart, the love of his life.