#Terry as a caretaker

[whumpspicelatte]

Bathed in Chamomile: Terry in Prince's Solace

Now, some comfort :3

Tismoria and Echo's OCs belong to @echo-goes-mmm / @echo-goes-aaa

Warnings: slavery, past abuse, past implied eating disorder, self-starvation

One of the benefits of being a prince was never having to run your own bath if you didn’t have to. Terrance had savoured it when he was younger, having servants chatter over his head as kind hands ran over his skin and lathered up his hair, sinking down into the water until it went up to his chin. 

That was before his body began to degrade, of course. Before he took to dressing himself. Bathing himself. Taking care of himself. 

First it was to hide the scarring. Then the way his bones jutted out from under his skin. 

Needless to say, his princely status did not mean that Terrance was ignorant to how to prepare a good, warm bath to relax in after a long day’s work, even before his initial capture. 

Even if he had cried the first time he’d been settled into the hot springs beneath the Phaedron estate, brought down by one of the friendly household slaves- a maid, Iris. He hadn’t gotten to feel hot water that didn’t burn since being given over to Hesione Trading House, which had him trained and sold as a proper slave. The awkward hug she’d given him, while blissful, hadn’t helped to stem the tears that had flooded his vision. But she hadn’t minded.

Terrance couldn’t help but remember that now as he swirled chamomile oil and rosewater into the steaming hot water filling Master’s tub, a fresh change of clothing in the form of a flowy blouse, pants and underwear folded up neatly to the side. 

He’d need to send for some other scents too- lavender and jasmine especially, though perhaps lemon and a few others. They could explore what Master liked best over the next year or so. 

A proper meal and another set of tea had been sent for- he’d asked for fresh vegetables, sausages and pull-apart cheese rolls for now, in good part on the suggestion of the slave who had come when he’d rung for help, alongside a teapot of green tea that Terrance knew helped him keep the bad days lighter and more sparse. It should arrive in half an hour or so, according to the slave- Miriam-’s best guess. 

He frowned, grabbed the epsom salts and sprinkled a generous dose into the tub, then swirled his arm through the water some more until it had all dissolved. 

There. That should do it. 

Terrance got up, grabbing a soft bath robe and a pair of towels to set to the side, then paused. After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed a pair of heavy black riverstones and held them in his hands. Closed his eyes. 

Slowly, they warmed up. He bit his lip as he settled the spell, so that they’d heat the towels up to the perfect temperature for maximum comfort for his Master, then tucked them between the towels. 

After grabbing a few cups for pouring water- he should be able to get away with clearing the water of the epsom salts and essential oils with a hint of magic without Master noticing- and setting them to the side beside the loofah, washcloth, shampoo, body wash and body scrub, he stood up, looking around as water dribbled down his wet arm. 

Yes, that looked about right. 

With that done, he left the bathroom, heading over to where his Master still sat. He took care to scuff his feet slightly against the floor as he walked. There was little Terrance had liked least than when his trainers arrived and caught him off-guard, back before he grew numb to it. He doubted his Master would enjoy sneaking up on him either. 

“Master?” He set his hand carefully on the back of the armchair. “Your bath is ready. Would you like me to help you clean up?”

The boy  tilted his head back to look up at Terrance, hesitated, then nodded. A sand-dollar pale hand clutched the arm of his chair tight as he pushed himself up onto his own two feet. 

Master was small. Smaller than M- Lord Achilles had been. Florence had just been a little bit shorter than this boy was now the last time he’d seen her. 

Thank the gods for magic. He didn’t know how he’d be able to live with himself if he forgot her face, or those of her siblings and cousins. 

Gods, what he wouldn’t give to see them again. They must have grown so much. 

He quietly followed Master to the bathroom, keeping an eye out for any buckling knees, and shut the door behind them, going to kneel by the tub. Instead of potentially making Master feel nervous, he sank his hand in the still-steaming water again. Still nice and hot, though not enough to burn. 

A good bath. 

The sound of silk hitting the floor followed up with footsteps quietly padding over the smooth marble floors, a pale foot lifting to sink into the hot water, followed by another. Terrance averted his gaze as his Master entered the water, only looking back up as bony shoulders slipped under the transparent surface. Just in time to wash the tension begin to leave the boy’s body. 

Good. It was helping. 

“Master?” The boy startled at the sound of his voice, as if he had forgotten Terrance’s presence. Terrance suppressed a smile. “Would you like me to clean your hair for you?”

A pause. Master’s brow furrowed, anxiety pursing his mouth. 

Then a nod. A tiny thing, barely noticeable had Terrance not been looking for it. 

Terrance’s shoulders lost tension he didn’t even realize had been there to begin with. “As you wish, Master,” he agreed happily, grabbing a cup and casting a discrete purification spell onto it for a few minutes with a tiny nick against his finger, blood barely mixing in with the water before disappearing. 

He traced his fingertip against the cup, cut healing up as if it had never been there to begin with. Then he dipped the cup into the water and gently tilted Master’s head back. 

Master blinked up at him, a haunted look flooding those ocean-blue eyes. All Terrance did was cup the boy’s cheek. His thumb brushed back some of that jagged dark hair.  

“Please close your eyes, Master. To keep out the water.” Just in case. 

Those eyes fluttered shut, sealing the sea away for a time, and Terrance gently began to pour the water over his Master’s hair, careful not to let any go further than the temple. One cup. Two. Three. 

“There we go,” he murmured, setting down the cup. His fingers ran through the boy’s hair, very gently teasing out the scant few knots. Master’s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, all Terrance could see was Alouette curled up in his arms after Chaewon had shooed her away while Alouette was trying to show her something. “You’ve done well.”

A soft whimper dribbled out past Master’s lips as he relaxed into the gentle finger-combing, eyes wide and wet. Something in Terrance’s chest ached. 

“I’m going to start washing your hair now, Master, alright?” Adding the shampoo. 

Master sniffled, then nodded. Some bloody, aching part inside of Terrance surged forth at the way he leaned fully back into his hands, lashes fluttering closed against his cheeks. So small. So young. 

Terrance blinked back the blurring of his eyes in favour of drizzling shampoo into his Master’s hair and beginning to massage it into the black tufts as much as his scalp underneath. His heart squeezed at how Master promptly began to melt. 

He barely noticed himself humming a soft Timorsian slave-lullaby under his breath as he rubbed in all the shampoo, then gently rinsed it all out with a whispered warning, a few quiet words of praise slipping free as Master’s eyes slipped shut before Terrance even had to ask. Then Terrance began to lather Master’s hair up again, to get it properly cleaned up. 

Then another rinse, and the boy’s hair was clean. If Master could purr, Terrance was fairly sure he would be by now, all the tension having drained from his frail body. His fingers gently scritched and rubbed behind the boy’s ears and along his scalp some more, despite not strictly needing too. 

Clearly, the boy needed some proper one-on-one pampering. Good for him that Terrance had been trained to help ease the tension of even the most uncomfortable pregnant individual. He could apply some of those hardwon skills here as well. 

His gaze flicked over the boy’s gaunt cheeks and bony shoulders. 

Master didn’t have the muscle Terrance had back when he was underweight himself. Somehow, Master was even more bony than Terrance had been too, he’d swear it. 

Hopefully Master would be willing to eat after this. Even if just a few bites. 

Gently, he eased Master’s neck back up. “Would you like me to help you wash up your body?” He offered. Master nodded, blinking up at him and making him think more of a hopeful puppy than a driftwood-and-sand dollar vessel of the ocean itself. 

Unfortunately, there was something Terrance had to ask. “Where should I avoid touching you, Master?”

Predictably, that had Master balking, gaze averted to the side. He wondered for a moment if the boy was going to pull away entirely and insist on washing himself after all. 

Instead, he simply gestured vaguely towards his groin. 

…alright, Terrance likely should have predicted that. 

“Alright,” he agreed. “Thank you for telling me, Master. You’re doing very good.” Best to reinforce the fact that setting up boundaries like this was something good. Best to encourage it. 

Master blinked up at him, startled, with that same vulnerable, wide-eyed expression, and some part of Terrance’s heart melted.

He brought forth the loofah and washcloth. “Which would you like me to clean you with?” 

The boy looked between the two, brow furrowed, then picked up the loofah and set it on the other side of the tub, somewhat out of arm’s reach for Terrance. He blinked at his Master then grabbing his empty hand and the cloth, holding them up a bit. 

“Would you like me to clean you with the washcloth and my hands?” He checked. Master nodded, gaze falling back to the water. Terrance couldn’t help the helplessly endeared smile growing on his lips. “As you wish, Master. Thank you for telling me.”

He drizzled body wash over his Master’s shoulders and back, prompting them to sit up a bit straighter, and got to work. 

The large, ugly brand across Master’s upper back was a surprise. An unpleasant one; the word SLAVE plain to see. So were the jagged whip scars tangled over the boy’s back. 

Terrance’s lips pursed where Master couldn’t see, something in him shriveling up to better hide away in his lungs. At least this boy had clearly managed to get free. 

…maybe Terrance might know more on how to help his Master than he thought. 

Gently, he began to massage the body wash into his Master’s skin, biting his lower lip just barely hard enough to bleed so he could use just a slight bit of magic to make heat pool in his fingertips. And just as predicted, Master immediately began to melt into it. 

Massage therapy had been one of Terrance’s more pleasant skills to train, in Terrance’s opinion. It felt nice to be able to make others feel good. To help them relax. And now it was paying off. 

He worked his way along Master’s nape, his shoulders, his back, his hips, his biceps and elbows and forearms and hands. Getting the boy nice and bubbly all over before rinsing him off. Then he worked on Master’s legs and feet with just a bit of prompting. 

A thread of satisfied pride flickered in his heart at finding Master half-asleep in the bath by the time he was done. 

Terrance dipped his fingers in the water, finding it was beginning to cool, then gently tapped Master’s shoulder. “Master. I’ve called for lunch to be brought over. Would you like some?” 

Master blinked sleepily up at him and nodded. The body scrub could wait for another day. 

He couldn’t help but smile, helping him out of the water and toweling him off with the heated towels. His Master didn’t even mind when Terrance helped to dress him up in the underwear, blouse and pants he’d taken out for him. 

Ruffling the boy’s hair dry managed to even pull the faintest glimmer of a sleepy smile out of the young man. Terrance couldn’t help but smile back. 

Maybe this would work out after all. 

[wumpyprincessdrea]

So, I recently discovered that the term used to describe the hurt/ comfort trope sern in fanfiction and media is called "whump." Well, after browsing tumblr for a while, I finally had the gumption to start a new series of my own. The series I will start with is a Legend of the Seeker/ Sword of Truth fanfiction, shipping Cara and Kahlan. Obviously the original story is not my own. I thought of the idea for this from one of the episodes on the show.

Legend of the Seeker

Kahlan and Cara pt 1.  

Cara walked a few feet ahead, pausing to wait for Kahlan. Something was up. Normally, she matched her stride.   A few moments later, Kahlan finally met up with Cara.   Cara spoke, "What's the matter? Do you need to rest?"

  "I'm fine. If you need to rest just say so.", Replied Kahlan.

  Cara smirked. "Alright, I need to rest."

  Kahlan smiled as if relieved. "Good, because my feet hurt."

  Her breathing sounded labored, and she leaned against a tree.   She adjusted her weight, taking the wait off of her left leg.   Cara looked at her, puzzled.   "I think it is more than your feet that hurt. Do you honestly think you can hide pain from a mord'sith?" 

  Kahlan glared at her.   "I told you... I'm fine..."

  Cara smirked..."Right, then let's keep moving." 

   She began walking at a moderate pace. 

Kahlan groaned as she struggled to keep up with Cara, she almost had it but then her leg gave out from under her.   Kahlan swore under her breath, holding her leg, she lifted her dress, and cursed quietly but loud enough for Cara to hear.  Cara turned and walked back towards her, kneeling at her side.  "Never try and hide pain from a Mord'sith. There is a reason why some call us maidens of pain. Now, show me." She said in a commanding voice.

  Kahlan reluctantly lifted her dress revieling a festering wound.   Cara sighed.  "How long have you been hiding this?"

  Kahlan gritted her teeth, applying pressure to her wound. "It was three days ago... when we were attacked.   I didnt say anything so I wouldnt slow us down..."

  Cara shook her head.  "It's infected.  If not treated, you will be dead in the next day or two.  Then who will be around to protect your precious Seeker?" 

  Kahlan groaned in frustration and pain.   "What do you propose?"

Cara smirked.  "It will need to be burned closed,it will kill any infection and staunch any bleeding."

  Kahlan winced hearing the woman's icy words. "But we can't make a fire, they will find us."

Cara laughed maliciously, "Who said anything about a fire?"

She drew her agiel, her face beaming with satisfaction, and almost a look of excitement.   "It will hurt."

Kahlan sighed.  "I know, I have felt an agiel before."

Cara was almost grinning.  "Ha! Not like this you haven't."

Without warning she applied the agiel to the open wound while smiling, almost beaming upon knowing that her companion would be in pain.   She knew this would likely be the only time she would be allowed to touch the Mother Confessor in this manner, and she was enjoying every second of it.  Kahlan held back her tears of pain, knowing it was what Cara wanted.  She wanted to show her that she was tough. Beads of sweat formed at her brow from fatigue, fever, tension, and pain. A few moments later, Cara was finished.   Happy with herself, she resheathed her agiel.   "I'm impressed... you did well.  Even the strongest mord'sith would have fainted."

  Kahlan smiled weakly, nodding before her skin blanched and she toppled over unconscious.

  "Kahlan!?" Asked Cara.

-To Be Continued-

[syscord-out-of-context]

(I meant to say "four" not "for" btw 😭)

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[lazlolullaby]

"Nurse" Terry AU

i mean a reboot of Terry Mcginnis being a home medical assistant for elder care.

Not the grimdark cop out twist, "lol Bruce was Crazy the whole time, the doctors were his rogues gallery" but. Mundane elder care for the man who fought too hard for this city to even consider he would live to old age. + Bonus medical support for the future Batfamily.

TL:Dr Terry as Alfred's successor. Caring of people that have made/continually make dangerous choices, dry wit, checkered past, willing to kill, etc. He just needs time to grow into it.

More details under the cut, accidentally evolved into a not fic:

Bruce already has a partial caretaker in Alfred, and he's not going to live forever, despite all of the fandom jokes otherwise.

I'm thinking Bruce is 70, so Dick and Barbara would be 50s, Jason and Cass 45, Tim, Duke, and Stephanie 40s, and Damian is 35. Titus was replaced with a few other service dogs before Ace.

Maybe it's like Batman Beyond where Bruce drove everyone away. Maybe the Golden Age of Heroes wound down, with his contemporaries either dying or leaving him alone to stand vigil.

Maybe it's not. When his kids are grown with their lives and vigilantes or not, they can't be there 24/7 for Bruce.

I prefer the Batfamily is around, just that they have their own lives. Someone is always in the Manor in the mornings, but when Vigilante things happen, someone has to be home to make sure Bruce doesn't go out as well.

Bruce, thanks to his vigilante history, has heart issues, bone and joint issues, canon Childhood PTSD compounding with complex Vigilante PTSD, and bad reactions to drugs and medications thanks to all of the Chemical Attacks.

Bruce is still good at his ADLs (Activities of Daily Life). Things like walking without assistance, eating, showering, putting on clothes, and going to the bathroom.

He's gotten denture implants and is doing physical therapy enough to walk with a cane. He can't open jars, but he can still zip and button.

He's retired but still runs the Cave. He's mostly fine, but sometimes the Bats see him struggle. Someone finds him at the bottom of the stairs, unable to get up and refusing to say when he fell. Dick puts his foot down when Bruce has a heart attack.

The batfamily makes up a rotation sheet, but it's not enough. Vigilante first aid is different from elderly medical aid. Not to mention the mental and emotional toll that it's taking, seeing their parent/leader disabled and crabby as hell.

(also. Untrained family members who care for Alzheimer's patients by themselves have a severe risk of cutting their life short due to stress. Use the insurance. Get help.)

So they get Bruce a fully trained nurse assistant to check in every other day for the midmorning and a first aid assistant for the night time. And they'll keep rotation at "vigilante time" 9-9. It's flexible, he doesn't need them all of the time.

So about Terry. Despite everything, it's still Gotham. His family was held up at gunpoint after a trip to the movies. The gun does go off.

But it's also a Gotham with several active vigilantes.

The response was quick enough that only Warren was hit, and the gun was knocked on the ground fast enough so Mary was physically fine. They get taken to the hospital. Mary might remember which vigilante. Terry might need to see pictures.

Warren's insurance plan with Wayne-Powers is pretty great, he's off on disability for a few months. And Mary is pregnant, so as she was progressing she can't lift or help with heavy things. Terry tries to help. He's getting well versed in getting snacks, waters, basic house chores done, but he's only 8. There's no grandparents or extended family to call.

So they apply for help. The insurance sends a home medical assistant to come around a few days a week. And Terry sees how much it helps. How much of a burden that it lifts, how everyone in the house can breathe a little easier. That sticks with him.

When the insurance runs out and they still need help, Mary calls the support card that the Vigilantes gave her. They get a second volunteer (maybe a cousin of his highschool group? Chelsea or Dana?) that also helps.

The worst is over, Warren is safely back to work + working from home to help out, Mary is fully recovered, and baby Matt is perfectly healthy.

And Terry is restless. Energy spent worrying about his family and taking care of them is churning in him. He's lost some time with his friends and is feeling isolated.

The cracks become apparent in the parents marriage, it gets tense at home.

The second volunteer comes around sometimes to babysit him and Matt while Mary and Warren are "working their relationship out". They tell him about the community center that sets people up with job training and temp healthcare jobs like this. Activities for the neighborhood kids after school.

Luckily and unluckily, that's where Terry gets recruited into the Red Hood gang.

Jason isn't really using kids for gang things. Well. Keeping them as look outs, making them deliver care packages to the homeless/protected witnesses, maybe ferrying a little naloxone here and there to his addiction rehab centers. They know what they're doing is illegal, but it also helps the community. Terry is pretty content with that most of the time. Most of the time.

And then Charlie had to get it in his head he's going "Big Time", riles Terry up, and make them go off plan.

Terry and Charlie get caught, they get booked in Juvenile hall. They don't say anything, don't reveal about Red Hood's movements. (Not that Jason would tell any kids anything like that.)

Terry got out, his parents officially split, he went with his Dad, his Mom took his younger brother. Now that he doesn’t have Matt, he can’t go back to his gang friends, his parents don’t trust him, people are hesitant to trust him, he’s getting frustrated again.

The Bats are also...more focused on the Gotham villainy side of things, not the company. Dick never got a business degree so he can't really do anything, not that he was interested, Jason is dead + his civilian alias is handling Crime Ally, Tim is burnt out of CEO duties and recovering in R&D, and Damian tried, but he was frustrated in following his father's footsteps, so that was stopped.

Derek Powers is still a thing but not all "glowy". Warren brought up the weapons file + discrepancy to Tim, so Terry's dad is safe (for now).

So Jason sees this kid who wants to help but just needs to be mentored and his act cleaned up. And Bruce, who's a little bit listless and needs a project that won't be too taxing.

So the Batfamily talks and throws them together.

BUT ALSO - fun storylines:

Derek Powers tries to kill Bruce through his medical assistants. He's a manipulator, also trying to get Terry for cheap, but Terry isn't biting. Terry checking the medicine before giving it to Bruce and finding it wasn't the usual. (Bruce knew, but he also wanted to make sure no one was slacking.) IDK if the day nurse/pharmacy tech got turned by Powers but Terry was planned to take the fall.

Bruce subtly training him in stealth tactics and strategy. The rest of the Batfamily getting in on it too.

Terry was able to clock that "Father Peterson", a pillar of the Crime Alley Community, was a civilian alias of Red Hood. (Peterson checked in on him in juvie. His foot stance is similar to Red Hood, the cadence when he's talking with his goons slips, their morals don't directly align but do intersect, people thought they were grudging allies, but if they're the same person it tracks.) Terry does further digging and connects the deceased Jason Todd-Wayne's old photos to Peterson, but realizes, "oh. There's reasons why he doesn't involve his rich family", and decides not to bring it up.

Maybe finding an actual CEO replacement for Wayne-Powers? Stephanie could pull a Cinderella rags to riches story. Or have the Fox family come back? Tam or Luke?

Terry following Bruce down to the Batcave a couple months in. "Sure. A nerd Collection." But not actually believing that it's the Batfamily base until he sees the collection of suits. When the family shows up after patrol he just shrugs, "you told me stick by him."

[donnatroyyyy]

What I love about Donna Troy’s character is she turned sexist writing into a solid and complex character core. Like she went from being the caretaker and mom friend of the teen titans because she was a girl to being the caretaker and mom friend to everyone because that’s her. She takes care of everyone around her, she lives and breathes for everyone around her, not because she’s a female character that is written only for the benefit of the male characters around her, but because she has insecurities and she has fears. She lives and breathes for everyone around her because she believes if she didn’t she’ll lose all her worth, because to her, she’s only what she does to others. That’s why her friendship with Kory is so good and so realistic, because they’re both like that. That’s also why she was an easy victim for Terry, because people like him prey on people like her. And there’s something so realistic about that being the core characteristic of a girl, especially one who was not only raised by warriors, but fought beside a team that has always been the root of insecurity in its members (each TT member thinking they are beneath/worse then the other four). And again I want to highlight how incredibly realistic this depiction is, and how it all stemmed from sexism, because most of girls’/women’s insecurities stem from misogyny.

Also this is why her and Kory are the most deserving characters of their own run because the storyline is that easy, the arc is right there.

[adashulaz]

A new AU because I'm a loser who desperately wants a tft relationship despite being cupioromantic, this one is silly I promise though

Leola lives because she isn't accused of teaching humans magic

There is no border so there are elves within the human kingdoms and humans within elven towns/villages

Callum, Ezran, and Rayla still meet because of Rayla, Runaan, and the other elves from the first episode going to Katolis(have yet to decided why)

Soren is still sick in this AU, this is due to his lungs not being permanently healed/fixed with dark magic, his spine is also a little messed up because he was doing some trick and fell on it weird

Soren is commonly seen with Mukho(Mushroom Mage) and the mushroom critters because they are his main caretakers as they help ensure he can still breathe properly and that his spine doesn't get worse

Viren and Lissa don't get a divorce since she doesn't end up seeing Viren as a monster

Claudia and Terry still end up together, they meet earlier though

Leola, Claudia, and Soren are all friends/siblings due to Aaravos and Viren being close, it's very hard to tell if they kiss romantically or not

Corvus and Soren do kiss romantically though, they also hold hands romantically, no one knows how or when it happened but it's a thing now and no one is questioning it

Harrow and Sarai live happily, along with Aanyas moms(I can't remember their names)

There is conflict but only because Sol Regam believes that Aaravos and Leola will end up teaching humans magic

This comes to a head when Callum ends up doing magic

It all goes downhill from here, Sol Regam is going after that boy because of it

That dragon will end up dead at some point but it will take a bit

Janai and Amaya end up together still, they meet while Sol Regam is trying to remove Callum from life

Kazi and Gren as well perhaps

Thats all I fear, this will seem much more interesting as a fic I swear

[foursaints]

what do you think regulus' relationship with all the skittles is like. ik he and barty are the secret thurd thing but i am extremely curious about his interactions with the twins. do he and pandora exchange resigned looks whenever rosekiller is being their Very peculiar brand of Rosekiller? and also evan and regulus. ?? i always imagined regulus (if he met the twins in his childhood) as slightly protective of them in a older sibling type of way. i think that might be from my own need to protect my friends (especially as a child). like i used to be desperate to show someone love the way my sister showed me. so yeah im absolutely bestowed with your regulus and i do wonder if you have headcanons abt his interactions with the other skittles<333

i was discussing this ask with @fernhelm socratic-seminar style and ive compiled the results for you...

regulus is a fundamentally selfish person but he's selfish on behalf of the skittles. he's folded them into his life & his care, and part of that is finding excuses for every ugly thing they could possibly do. in his eyes they (the twins, barty) fundamentally just deserve to do whatever they need to

fern said thesis of the skittles is this terry pratchett quote: "All witches are selfish, the Queen had said. But Tiffany’s Third Thoughts said: Then turn selfishness into a weapon! Make all things yours! Make other lives and dreams and hopes yours! Protect them! Save them! Bring them into the sheepfold! Walk the gale for them! Keep away the wolf! My dreams! My brother! My family! My land! My world! How dare you try to take these things, because they are mine! I have a duty!"

pandora is his best friend. he is capable of understanding her in a way that he doesn't understand the rest of them. if regulus is something cold hiding something warm, she's the inverse. part of their mutual understanding is the fact that they ultimately ended up on the same side in the war.

regulus only understands evan through pandora. they're close but not super close to me!! pandora is a warmer, brighter, more expansive version of evan & that is more accessible to reg... i think regulus fronts like he's cold & unfeeling but evan actually Is That and that fact is alienating

anything i could say about barty and regulus's friendship warrants its own post but genuinely to me they have a greg & rodrick heffley type dynamic and i stand by that

i see the skittles relationship as quiet & abiding. they are all using the friendship to self-soothe in their own ways and it makes it codependent but in a gentle sense... layers of caretaking. the weird kids who eat lunch on the picnic bench and don't seem to talk much but are never seen apart. they don't banter loudly like the marauders but they're all holding hands under the table

[re-whump]

Day 5 - Concussed Caretaking

more Mozzy! maybe catching a break! it's a little over 500 words, oopsie. and on a comfort prompt, can you believe? (you should, it's what happens when I don't take time to edit) contains: tiny whumpee (borrower), concussed whumpee, unprepared caretaker

Mozzy was on the ground, soaked and freezing and vulnerable, and before they could blink, they were on their lying back under bright lights. It was dry. Their coat was missing. They were on a folded towel or something else soft. Warm. Inside. It smelled like…food? Old grease and something sweet. Some kind of kitchen.

They glared at the ambient brightness as they slowly sat up to try to get their bearings. Their head was killing them. It felt like a vise meant to pop their eyeballs and it made their vision even blurrier than usual. They hardly wanted anything more than to lay back down and get more sleep, but they knew they weren’t safe here, wherever here might be. It was bright and open and that meant they were basically serving them up to whatever hungry predator happened to wander by.

When Mozzy stood up, the light on the horizon shifted into a large shadow that fell towards them. They flinched automatically at the movement and stumbled in the opposite direction. The shadowy shape came into focus just before it reached them and they tripped over their own shock. Their tail just hurt when they tried to catch themself and landed against splayed fingers, each nearly as long as Mozzy was tall. They were too afraid to move except for the slight sway from their lost balance until the hand gently guided them back to where they’d woken up.

“Okay, no, we’re still gonna sit here for a bit, hm? Lay down?” the human said.

Mozzy stared up towards the rest of the shadowy figure. The lights around the edges burned and their eyes really didn’t want to focus on it besides confirmation that the human certainly did have a face. Dark hair, maybe?

The hand let go of them and tapped the towel several times to try and coax them back into bed. They waited for the hand to pull away then broke into a run.

Or, into a stumble. Between their broken—missing!—tail and whatever was happening with their head, their legs were having trouble remembering how gravity worked. The human caught Mozzy again and this time the fingers curled around them and pulled them off their feet.

“Hey, hey. You can’t run off yet. Sit down or you’re going to hurt yourself. You almost ran straight off the table, you know.”

Mozzy shook their head and struggled as the human lowered them back into the makeshift bed. Before they could even try to get to their feet, she tucked a corner towel over them and held them down for a second. They thrashed, but this was more than warning enough that she could crush them whenever she wanted. They went still.

Her hand drifted away to poke at another light Mozzy assumed was her phone. Calling someone? Photographing them? That, they couldn’t see no matter how hard they squinted their blurry eyes. A few more taps of glass and her hand returned to stroke the side of Mozzy's head.

They didn’t like being under her hand one bit, but they could admit the motion was about comforting enough to balance out that discomfort. They closed their eyes and pretended they didn’t know what it was that was touching them. Or maybe just that they didn’t know they shouldn’t trust a human so easily.

“I know this is my fault, I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t know”—she swallowed the rest of the sentence and her voice forced a smile—“It looks like we finally got your tail to stop, um, oozing though. God, I’m sorry. I don’t suppose you’ve got some secret, tiny doctor around I could take you to?”

Mozzy shook their head.

“Then guess I’m the best you’ve got, sorry. I don’t think anyone is stubborn enough to be out this way in this storm except me. And apparently you.”

They shrugged deeper into the towel-blanket with a resigned sigh. They were so sleepy they relaxed easily into the thick terry cotton even with the giant looming over them. It was at least as comfortable than most of the beds they'd had over the years. And surely, having her messy help was better than facing this alone.

[balancethescales]

love love love a character who is so universally loved but doesnt realize it in the slightest and the craziest thing is that this statement applies to like every main character of the bear but most especially syd and carmy

like syd who despite quitting the fine dining industry for not having her own voice is clearly well appreciated by the people she did work with, to the point that they are giving her favours and telling her that she always has a place in their restaurant???? and not to mention sugar crying over something as simple as her omelette, richie telling her shes apart of the family now, and carmy affirming that she is a giver a caretaker and a lover through and through??? absolutely scrumptious!!

and then carmy who has connections in copenhagen, the trust of chef terry, and being like an actual microcelebrity?? plus sugar constantly looking out for his well being and mikey wanting to protect him by keeping him away from the beef and richie yelling i love you to cut through the vitriol hes throwing at him, and syd who chose to stay because she believes so deeply that he is first and foremost a good person before he is an incredible chef??????

like UGH that shit is my bread and butter they are so disgustingly humble and unaware of their own value to the world but they try try try to be so so good to everyone so when they fail they think the worst of themselves but everyone around them knows and sees how lovely they are and the heights they could reach if they would just look in the mirror, past their weary eyes and dull skin to see that they are good and loved and deserve to be happy UGHHHHHHH

[fan-stuff-and-things]

Reveal Option 1

He didn't move then he woke. He rarely did anything on his own, unless he was with Terry. It only took one incident to learn not to let him know he was in the doctor's office until you strapped him down. She sighed, "I don't know what we need to do for you to feel safe enough to move on your own." She slumped in her chair, hand in her chin, "If only you'd tell us." She never would've noticed the tensing muscle if she hadn't been looking for it. "Can you talk? It's not like-" His nod was somehow smaller and less noticeable than the shaking of his limbs. Wait. Her hand dropped and she was on her feet fast enough to make her head spin. Wait wait wait wait. "Do that again. If you can understand me, nod." A half-second of nothing had her wondering if she'd gotten enough sleep (she hadn't, but that wasn't the problem right now) before he nodded. It was a motion anyone could see, not just the keen-eyed watcher. She stumbled back, collapsing onto the chair. This was- was- A strangled grinding noise found its way from her throat.

---

"Why didn't you say anything?!" He slowly raised a claw finger. "Me? What did I do?!" Becides treat him like a dangerous animal. But they'd tried to get him talking before that!

"Please, tell me what I did." His hands twitched. "I need it in words. If you can talk, please." Their camera was on and recording. "Orders." It was raspy, quiet, and… German? "I didn't give you any orders." He didn't respond. "Whose orders were not to talk?" "Rules." "Which rules? Actually, no. Tell me the rules. All of them." He did, and each one dug the pit in their stomach that much deeper. His actions made sense. His rules didn't. At least he could still- oh. No, he couldn't even do that. They grit their teeth, swallowing unfortunately familiar righteous fury. Right now, the guy didn't need someone to rip his prior "caretakers" a new five. He needed, "New rules here. These override the old ones. You can sleep when you feel tired. You don't need explicit permission from anyone. You can eat when hungry and drink when thirsty. You don't need explicit permission for that either. You can talk without being given explicit permission. We want to know more about you. You are allowed to express emotions."

Masterpost

[cosmicterrorthe8th]

The Closes pt1: Dndads dance moms au

So I wanna be back to this again. For the close family, I think bill close did absolutely nothing. Glenn was as he is in canon. Morgan used to send Nick to dance and help him with costumes and all at the beginning. That time dance wasn't the worst. Since he joined when younger, he had Ratticus Finch (who does it for fun, they are a boss lawyer at work). So those were the golden times. These years were elementary school.

Then Morgan died. Around this time he has been promoted to being taught by willy (boo). Glenn is grief stricken. He wants to keep Nick in dance to keep stability. He isn't exactly able/ willing (?)(he wants to help but didn't realise how much it was?) to help with the costumes, makeup, emotional support part of dance and can't make it to most competitions. So Nick's stuck with the other parents for caretaking. And they were all chill. Nick's group and duet/trio costumes were fine since other parents were responsible for it but his solo costumes weren't that good since willy wasn't exactly making custom costumes for PPL who weren't the twins (the favourites). He would be mean to Nick about his lack of costumes tho and he was punished for it. And he would be mean about Glenn not being there. The other parents were iffy abt Glenn that time.

Since Glenn wasn't there at all, he didn't see the willy do his stuff (evil stuff). I mean the other parents didn't just sit and watch classes either but they were at competitions, or would be waiting to pick them up or something. Nick was near enough to walk home on his own or take a ride from the Wilson's. And Nick knew how much this was convenient for Glenn cuz he needed to keep working to support Nick and there was always someone watching Nick there to make sure he was safe. So he didn't tell Glenn abt Willy. He also actually liked dance. He was friends with Terry who was like tell him.... Please tell him.

His last competition was in Terry's high school and Terry broke a setpiece by mistake while working as a volunteer and Nick's arm paid for it. Terry didn't mean to but he was happy that Nick could get out as an excuse since Willy didn't want to work with him afterwards. Nick was sort of pissed since Terry seemed happy about it but that was due to him being able to leave. This is not the proper betrayal. That happens on the show but it gives something to the producers to manipulate to push them to fight.

Glenn was there, that competition and Nick wanted to show him what he was capable of but he got injured severely by the setpiece. Another reason Nick may be resentful. Glenn was panicked and sad and the parents organized to get him to hospital and the other parents got to know glenn better while helping and supporting the Closes during Nick's recovery.

Afterwards Nick started going to Jodie and Scam likelys studio, who is Glenns step brother on father's side here. Glenn and Jodie have beef so Glenn didn't send Nick to them specifically. But after knowing Willy didn't want to work with Nick, Glenn does what he needs to to make Nick happy and follow his passion. It's much better.

I'll talk about the swifts later when I can think and get some of the studio drama and hermie in.

[whumpspicelatte]

Two Steps Back: Terry in "King's Counsel"

Terry's POV to @echo-goes-mmm's Regress

Juno belongs to @echo-goes-aaa / @echo-goes-mmm

Warnings: sickness (fever from magic poisoning), delirium, Terry's canonically horrible self-esteem

Something was wrong. 

Magic inebriation, Wright had told him in private. A seemingly harmless name for a potentially deadly phenomenon. There was too much magic in Juno’s system. While Juno had grown accustomed to trace amounts in his system from the ointments and the curse in Terrance’s blood that had been used to ink that tattoo into Juno’s skin, not to mention atmospheric magic in the air, he still could in no way handle the high saturation needed to save his life. It had become poison to him. Any further magic in his system could prove fatal. 

Terrance had to…sit down, after that. Rest his head in his hands. His puffy eyes still watered. 

The court mage had sealed off Juno’s room so that no magic could get inside and drained it of all atmospheric magic. A week of bedrest would allow Terrance’s boy to drain of the magic in his system thanks to the enchantments, while also letting him recover from the exhaustion of his body being forced into overdrive to so thoroughly heal those injuries in such a short amount of time. 

None of this was told to Juno. The young man was of Timorsia, born and raised; there, magic was all but reserved solely for war and conquest. It would only make him panic.

…Terrance probably should have taken that into consideration before bringing in his court mage along with his medics. 

Damn it. 

At least, so long as they were careful, Juno should be safe by the end of the week. He just needed rest, and to stay in that room. No magic. None at all. 

So Terrance had to wear gloves when he went in to take care of Juno. 

As petty as it was, he didn’t like them. Even though he knew it was for the best. Even though he still made himself wear them, because they were for the best. He wouldn’t put Juno’s health in danger just because he didn’t like wearing these gloves while touching Juno. 

He didn’t like the distance they imposed between the two of them. 

But if this would make sure Juno could rise back to full form from that body on the bed, hollowed out by exhaustion, sweat clinging to those flushed cheeks…

The fever had started only two days in. “A natural reaction,” Wright had told him. “Just the body cycling out the excess magic. Burning through it, as it were.” An unfortunate metaphor; now all Terrance could think of was fire burning his boy from the inside out, eating away at everything until all that would be left was a hollow husk of paper-thin skin and charred ashes and bones, tanzanite stones resting in empty eye sockets. 

“Food and water,” Wright reminded him. “He’s going to need plenty of food and water to sweat this out.”

Food and water. He could do that. 

Juno whimpered, face scrunching up, and Terrance’s heart squeezed. He paused mid-feeding to gently run his knuckles over Juno’s cheek, the way that always had made his boy’s lashes flutter and body melt before. Had always helped his boy relax. Help his boy know he was safe. 

Instead, Juno flinched. 

Terrance’s knuckles hovered over that pale, clammy skin. 

Slowly, he drew away, and his boy relaxed, throat bobbing beneath a delicate, unenchanted collar of ribbons and lace, the pearls dripping from it rising and falling with the Adam’s apple. It had been the only clothing-adjacent thing they’d been able to purify of all magic contamination. Just the blankets alone had been a struggle. 

It took everything he had not to yank his gloves off and throw them into the nearby wall. 

He quietly fed Juno a mulberry, and did his best not to pay attention to the claws spearing his lungs as those ocean-slits filled with tears. A whimper trickled free, and Terrance’s fingertips flinched, unnoticed. 

When his boy began to cry, little hiccups struggling to stay as silent as they could, he closed his eyes before they could blur. 

Food and water. 

He picked up the waterskin and gently began to trickle water down his boy’s throat. 

He could do that. 

<><><>

The fever worsened. Wright had warned him of delirium. Of how Juno might be unable to recognize anyone. How his boy may behave somewhat erratically. How he might not be able to think clearly. 

Such as trying to get off the bed when he couldn’t even hold a feather between his fingers. 

Terrance set the tray of fresh fruit and fish and warm honey-ginger tea, all prepared the Tismorian way, down on the bedside table harder than he should have, making the glass shiver. “Juno,” he rasped, head already pounding from the even heavier duties that came with getting rid of most his council for thinly veiled treason under other pretenses. His remaining Minister and the Duchess did their best to help, but they could only do so much. Already, the court was jockeying to fill the power vaccuum left in the wake of the six removed advisors. 

It was almost enough to make him regret his decision to have them taken from their posts, warded off with the reminder of why he’d done it every time he saw his boy like… like this. 

His boy, who was on the verge of tipping right out of the bed and cracking open his skull. 

“Juno, no!” Terrance shot forward, gloved hand pushing his boy down as gently as possible. Regret shot through him at the young man promptly bursting into tears. His boy…

Why was it that all Terrance seemed able to do was make his boy cry?

“Juno,” he croaked, shaky fingers coming up to brush away those tears with dabs of his gloved knuckles as he propped his boy up on the pillows, making sure Juno was as comfortable as he could make him. “Please, don’t cry. What do you need?”

Before now, Juno and him had figured out ways to understand each other through actions for them both as much as words and hums from Terrance and soft little noises and gestures from Juno. But now, all the feverish boy could do was sob into his pillows, unable to even lift his own head. 

“I think I should teach you some sign,” Terrance mumbled, feeling stupid for not thinking of that beforehand, just because they had seemed not to need it. How isolated had Juno felt for the lack of it? “Or some writing. Or something.”

Terrance didn’t know what the fever had warped his words into, because then Juno began to thrash. 

All he could do was gently hold his boy still enough to not crack his skull open against the headboard or bedside table. Until Juno sank back against the pillows, hollowed out and empty all over again. Dull eyes looked off into distance. Terrance swallowed around the lump in his throat, head pounding. 

He deserved the pain. Deserved the throbbing ache. Deserved how it hurt.

He knew it was a likely useless endeavour with Juno left in this state, but Terrance still busied himself with trying to talk through the alphabet and simple flash cards he’d once used with his niece when Florence had a hard time remembering words as a toddler, all drained of all echos of magic still otherwise clinging to the paper. All Juno did was make his head loll away. Terrance hoped that the white noise of his voice, at least, might help. Somehow. 

When Juno’s eyes fluttered shut, breathing evening out in sleep, Terrance let himself fall silent. Let himself set down the flashcards, rest his face in his hands and weep. Let himself be weak. 

Terrance was a selfish, impatient, useless man. And it burned. 

He wanted his boy back.

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Alright you three @auds-and-evens @energievie and @lingy910y

that have tagged me in WIP Wednesday.

My indecisive, ADHD, executive dysfuntion having ass can't decide which WIP to work on, which means I haven't worked on ANY.

SOOOO I'm gonna put little synopses of each and have the good people of tumblr decide.

Since I don't have the poll feature you'll have to comment.

Kight In A Shining Youber the one shot that turned to a multi chapter. Mickey is an Uber driver and picks up a fucked up Ian at the Fairy Tale with an older man. During the drive he keeps older man from fucking with Ian and then takes care of Ian. Finds out Ian owes a drug lord thousands of dollars and helps him with that, both of them falling in love along the way.

The Upside A mashup 'Me Before You' and 'The Upside' AU, Mickey is just getting out of prison and Svetlana won't let him stay with her and Yev. He applies for a job not knowing it was a caretaker position.

Ian is a C6/C7 quadriplegic thanks to a manic bipolar episode. After getting out of the hospital for another reason Fiona and Lip decide he needs a caretaker. In comes Mickey.

Can We Skip To The Good Stuff- Ian and his brothers are in a band together PICL and are performing in Chicago. This go round they have a VIP concert experience where they play dodgeball with the fans and Mandy Milkovich brings her brother Mickey along. Mickey beams Ian in the face not knowing who he is, he gets taken to a room where Ian finally comes in and they talk, set up a date later. Then when the show starts Mickey is completely thrown that the bruised redhead is the lead singer.

Valorous Vigilantes- Ian and Carl work together in a EMT/cop unit. They get called to the Alibi where a fight has broken out. Mickey just came out for his boyfriend Trevor (who dumped him right after) and Terry beat the shit out of him. Ian gets a soft spot for Mickey and goes above and beyond the typical EMT duties to help him out.

Once Upon A Food Truck- Ian and Mickey have rival food trucks in the park pavilion. Mickey's truck keeps stealing Ian's customers so a prank war starts. After a few weeks of that they figure out that they are being shipped online and decide to start fake dating to get them both more customers and possibly win a food truck competition.

I have two Stranger Things fics that are WIPS, but I really want to finish my Gallavich ones. Especially because I have a whole fuckton of ideas for more.

I'm tagging more of my mutuals to get more eyes on this to help me figure out what I want to write on next because I miss writing SO MUCH.

@ian-galagher @suzy-queued @celestialmickey @xninetiestrendx @gardenerian @michellemisfit @such-a-barbarian @suchagallabitch @iansfreckles @mikhailoisbaby @juliakayyy @gallawitchxx @flamingbluepanda @trans-alpha-male @milkmaidovich @surviving-maybe @deedala @whatwouldmickeydo @scurvgirl @lupeloto @imnotbrokenimme @guinguin1984 @stocious @too-schoolforcool @golden28s @francesrose3 @softmick @deathclassic @gillyp @look-i-love-u @tsuga-of-mars @creepkinginc @mzshko @sweetbee78 @mmmichyyy @smokey-mickey @ianstummy @imikhailotakeyouian @sickness-health-all-that-shit @twinklyylights @rayrayor @spacerockwriting @thisdivorce @sleepyfacetoughguy @deedala @tidalrace

I tried to tag as many people as I could remember off the top of my head (and a few I had to look up) if I didn't tag you feel 10000% free to comment and vote, hell share around too if you want.

[leighlew3]

Remembering how much of a caretaker my mom was especially when we were young. Comfort gestures… like washing our lil feet before bed. Endless back scratches. Doting on us when sick.

Whether as kids, teens or adults we really were her world. Her favorite people to be around.

She was my best friend.

Mom… 💜

And you have to understand we were also in hell and surviving abuse by the other person. But it was those moments...

We were so damn loved, despite so much evil around us.

She did that for us.

She wasn’t perfect, but she really was the fucking best.

Terri Lewallen should be here.

[msfbgraves]

Cobra Kai 2.0

Something that struck me about the new Cobra Kai versus the Cobra Kai in the films -

Nearly every Cobra Kai member they focus on in the series is underprivileged. Hawk is disabled. Miguel is a poor boy whose family are immigrants. Tory is a fatherless poor caretaker of a sick mother and younger brother. Kenny is a poor black kid picked on by a bunch of rich white kids. Yes, there's Parker, but did he ever get his own episode? Aisha is a bullied black kid, though she's rich (which got her booted off the show).

The Miyagi Do's are the rich ones, the stable ones (no one we know of among them, other than Robby, has much hardship to overcome). Beautiful dojo and everything.

But that wasn't what the films were selling! The Cobra Kais were a group of mostly white preppy rich kids ganging up on one new poor kid, who, to some people in that Encino club, might still have counted as not-quite-white (if Aly was born around 1966, her parents will have been born around 1930-1940, and to those people, Daniel LaRusso would have been called a swarthy wop, guinea or dago by some people they grew up with, if they're too polite to use such language by 1983). Daniel definitely takes pains not to seem other to his environment even in 2018.

Sorry, but if your message is: "Cobra Kais are people too", why can't you simply try to win sympathy for preppy white kids? Why make Johnny into a blue collar worker? Nothing in his background suggests that. Why not make him a divorced, washed up, bankrupted investment banker? Why have Eli not simply be the vaguely Jewish kid who has trouble making friends? Really, if your whole raison d'être is "shitty rich kids are people too", why are you making it so that your protagonists are always fighting the rich kids? Who... aren't even shitty? Who did Samantha LaRusso ever hurt? And maybe there's Anthony, but he's barely in the show for three seasons.

Teaching poor kids to fight dirty because life can do you dirty is borderline justified. But The Karate Kid was about rich kids being taught to fight dirty and then taking all their advantages out on poor kids, because might makes right. Johnny, with his bike, and his preppy clothes, laughing at Daniel who has to sneak in through the kitchen to see his uptown girl. Chozen, the strong henchman to his insanely rich uncle, ganging up on the poor foreign boy. Terry Silver, making business deals with career fighter Mike Barnes. Humanise that all you like - but we also see what that looks like in the films, and that's Aly. The rich girl who really likes this new sweet kid, and doesn't care his mother is probably too outspoken for her parents' liking, and doesn't care her girlfriends don't much care for him. Aly, who is nothing but polite to Mr. Miyagi (compare that to Terry Silver's openly racist taunts), and only breaks up with Daniel when he jumps to conclusions (once about the class difference, another time when he was openly jealous about her talking to other guys). Show why, as taught by Johny, Cobra Kai 2.0 is good for those kids, or indeed show Johnny figuring out why it isn't and trying to make a change.

Because a poor kid learning "No Mercy" because they're trying to survive in a world that is trying to crush them is a very different setup than teaching a rich kid with all advantages in the world how to go around and pick on people, which is what Kreese was doing. The closest we get to that in the show is Hawk. It indeed isn't pretty and his redemption is entirely rushed, but even Eli, vaguely Jewish kid with a scarred face and trouble understanding social cues, had it much harder than, say, Tommy, who simply liked to win fights with his friends, if that meant nearly beating a young Newark boy to death after a school dance.

[angelkitty54]

Yet another Sonic AU idea, coz I can never focus on a single one for very long! Also, was rewatching the Incredibles movies and had thoughts(tm)!

So! An AU set in a world kinda like the Incredibles wherein Sonic and the other hero characters were like proper Superheroes, but then were forced to retire and go into hiding when laws were passed that made superheroes illegal.

Sonic is in a committed relationship with Sally and Shadow, the three of them being former Supers now trying their best to live as a "normal" family with their four kids. All of which have powers, except for the baby.

Sally was one of the few Superheroes without any powers. A lot of people forget that about her, partly coz she later gained cybernetics after a terrible accident (ironically unrelated to her hero work) that took her limbs nearly took her life too. Still thinking abut her hero name but she spent many years struggling to balance her superhero career with her civilian life. She has a lot of complicated feelings about it all now that she's been forced to give up one side of her life. These days she reluctantly works at her father's company, trying very hard not to draw any attention to herself, or her family.

(Nicole is also here, integrated into Sally's cybernetics. She's quite literally in Sally's head, which kinda makes them a package deal. Her bond with Sally is incredibly strong, tho neither see it as romantic, same goes for Sonic and Shadow. They all consider her as part of the family, and the unofficial fourth parent.)

Sonic and Shadow didn't really have secret identities. Shadow had to invent an identity, going by Terios while dyeing the red parts of his fur and quills black to blend in better. He now works a boring desk job and also tends to wears grey sweaters or plain button down shirts. Shadow is very dissatisfied with his life. He's supposed to be the Ultimate Lifeform! He was meant to protect the world! He made a promise! And now he's just Terry, a boring guy working a mind-numbingly dull office job, barely able to protect his own family much less anybody else. (Yeah, Shadow be Mr Incredible here.)

Now Sonic, he pretty much lived as his superhero identity full time, so very few people actually knew he even had a secret identity. See Sonic used to be Nicky (like from the manga), a quiet, timid kid with freaky powers that always got picked on. One day he ran away from the orphanage he lived in, changed his hair, changed his whole look, changed his attitude, and started calling himself "Sonic". Becoming a superhero was never the intention, but after his first run in with Eggman, well, it all just snowballed from there.

Sonic had the hardest time adjusting to the new status quo in the beginning, having always thought he'd just be Sonic forever, even if he ever got the chance to retire from the hero life. He's had part time jobs, but was never able to hold one for very long. His lack of formal education makes things a little harder on that front too. These days he's settled down as a househusband, being the primary caretaker for their children. He loves his kids and wants to give them all the things he never got to have growing up, like loving parents and a stable home. It would be a lie to say he didn't miss his old life, but if was a choice between that and the life he has with his family, he'd pick his family every time.

I feel like Infinite would fit the role of Syndrome here. With Gadget (that's what the custom avatar is called right?) as Mirage.

Thinking maybe Knuckles and Julie-su would be Frozone and his wife?

Can't really decide who would be Edna. Maybe Rouge?? She kinda has the style for it... There's also Honey the Cat who is a designer I think? Dunno if she fits the Edna Mode vibe tho...