#Wetsuit Sweatshirt

[mellonyheart]

So MC was in charge of the aquarium outfits. Nearly everyone got full wetsuits or warm coats except dear Mammon. Who got a crop top and a choker. So the funny response is "MC is down bad lol". I mean... I am. Fair.

But here are some other options anyway:

Totally true. MC ♡ Mammon 4 eva

MC wanted him to freeze his balls off

MC did give him a sweatshirt and the guy took it off and tied it around his waist thus perpetuating the fanon that Mammon runs hot and is more comfortable in the cold. (Which may explain why his room looks like frigid converted garage)

[uriekukistan]

Am I allowed to ask beach AU fashion hcs or that counts as spoiler >_>?

(Doodle the answer if ur up for it?)

noo not a spoiler 🤞 im happy to yap abt this au forever i literally cant wait to release it o_o

okay originally i hadn’t pictured them outside of their lifeguard uniforms/surfing wetsuits, but now that i’m thinking about it, they spend a lot of time not in those outfits so thank you for this ask!!!

megumi runs cold, even in the summer, so he tends to wear sweatshirts, but layers them with a t shirt just in case he does get warm. lots of blue and black and white in his wardrobe. nike air force 1s for shoes. he picks clothes w really deep pockets bc he bikes everywhere and a) he thinks bags are a pain and b) he doesnt have anywhere else to put his stuff (i swear this is relevant to the rest of the hcs)

yuuji will definitely pull out some tank tops in the summer. he tends to run warm as well so that’s why….not trying to show off his muscles to catch megumi’s attention or anything….also my consistent yuuji graphic tee hc 🤞 and jorts. converse wearer (low tops, probably some fun color, maybe green or pink?). ignore the backpacks in the pics. yuuji has a beat up jeep and throws everything in the back randomly.

yuuta is a button up enthusiast. very yacht boy aesthetic (he does not have w yacht w his lifeguard salary but yk. it’s the vibes that matter). always layering the button up open over a t shirt, khaki shorts or mayyybe jeans. shoes are sperry top siders or The birkenstock sandals. i can see him being the type to carry a tote bag around too. he’s the type to carry around a ton of things - phone, wallet, keys, hand sanitizer, chapstick, lotion, breath mints or gum, and sunscreen

toge is another funky shirt wearer. honestly he just likes to be comfy. probably very little difference between what he wears to sleep and what he wears out in the world. he does wear a mask frequently, since he’s a bit self conscious about his birthmarks around his mouth (he’s working on not wearing it. toge self acceptance journey anyone?). he also carries a bag, mostly with things he needs for surfing, like sunscreen, surfboard wax, bandaids in case he gets hurt or something.

nobamaki also make a brief appearance but i havent actually given them an “on-screen” moment so i havent pictured their fits yet. soon 🤞

this is the closest i imagined for the wetsuits/lifeguard uniforms.

i have some bathing suit ideas but i have discovered that mens bathing suits are…not very cute most of the time so perhaps i’ll sketch a few ideas and send them via dm if ur interested 👀 and potential surfboard ideas for yuuji and toge

thank you for the ask! hope youre having a good weekend <33

[snootlestheangel]

i know you mentioned ness' eye color and that he has vitiligo, but do you have any other physical description of him?

Yes I do!

*I have to add that I just see one of his eyes being just the most beautiful green-ish color and the other being an almost honey brown. He got such pretty eyes*

He's got a darker skin tone. Part of it is his Greek ancestry (his dad is basically almost all Greek), and part of it is definitely the amount of time he spends in the sun (he's always coated in sunscreen, don't worry. The first time Graves saw him swimming without his wetsuit and the commander barely managed to control himself from freaking out that Ness was gonna get sunburnt really bad)

But he's got an aquiline nose (I go feral for one of these), and it's actually pretty prominent. His hair is dark, but not black, and curls so much. He's constantly swimming though, so odds are it's either wet or under a cap of some sort. He does not care for his hair like he should, but he really doesn't have the desire to. He's always rolling his eyes when someone says it is black cause "no, it's not. Yes, it looks that way, but it's also wet right now"

Despite being only about 5'6" maybe 5'7" on a good day, he's got such a swimmer's physique: his shoulder muscles are just so gorgeous, and he's got a nice comfy layer of fat everywhere. Definitely has thick hair, and it's everywhere, which makes him even more self-conscious about showing skin. When he's got vitiligo making his skin already look patchy, and he's got dark hair covering his chest and down his stomach, he's really self-conscious. (his happy trail *punches a wall*)

This is part of why he's always in a wetsuit when he's swimming cause it prevents him from having to constantly shave. It's not necessary he shaves, but it is a mental and slight physical benefit to swimming if shaved. For some reason, he's found that putting on a wetsuit gives the same benefits, so he's happy where he is.

When he's in normal clothes, he's typically got long sleeves (his boyfriend loves the ones that hug his body), and sweatpants. Or he's wearing sweatshirts and jeans. Some combination of those. Very rarely is he wearing short sleeves or shorts, but if it's above a certain degree, he'll sacrifice his mental comfort for physical comfort. He'd rather be getting the feeling of being judged/watched than overheat and pass out.

Constantly looks freaked out, but he really isn't. Like his eyes are always 0.0

Lot of heavy metal band shirts (sometimes he'll wear long sleeve compression shirts under these shirts during leave or something)

[theextendedzodiacas]

The Extended Zodiac as Fashion Boards: Feminine skater/surfer Aricorn

Belt | Cuffs | Patch

Sweatshirt | Bracelet | T-shirt

Jeans | Sneakers | Wetsuit

[holidaywithahobbyist]

for ur ask game uhhh ISHA. or cain i guess...

WES I HOPE YOU EXPLODE FOR SAYING ISHA HES ONLY IN LIKE 2 SCENES. IM NEVER INFODUMPING TO U ABT MAD SCIENTISTS IN PKMN EVER AGAIN . I wld do him but he has literally like ten minutes of screen time and doesn’t do much so . Hello mr Cain ^_^

Sexuality Headcanon: CANON BI SLAY

Gender Headcanon: he’s a boy he’s a girl he’s a creature he eats toxic slutch out of lake azurine. Yk

A ship I have with said character: Cain/Victoria has been my sleeper agent fave for so long but also Cain/fern has crept up on me and I sort of love that too………….. cal/cain is also really cute

A BROTP I have with said character: CAIN AND AMARIA FOREVER I LITETALLY HAVE LIKE THREE PAGES OF DRAWINGS W THEM. insane boy girl with commitment issues the size of the sun meets a girlboy who also has commitment issues the size of the sun just in the opposite way. Cain voice//we have got to get u on pokemon tinder girl you can not keep drowning people. Anyways post game them should start a punk band together I’m so serious . Other characters I think he’s funny with are him and the Belroses(he’s an honorary belrose sister) and also Anna Noel Shelly and heather. He’s such a good big brother too bad he was shit at being a little brother. Speaking of I also love him and ayas interactions

A random headcanon: piercings he has so many. Also I think him and amaria share clothes a lot so she sometimes accidentally goes out looking like a hot topic threw up on her and he goes out in her depressed girl slay wetsuit +sweatshirt combo

General Opinion over said character: literally my most beloved creature like he’s been my blorbo since like sixth grade . My best friend my right hand arm man my silly rabbit “does he call u that” no.

[thetravelvibes1]

Enjoying Baker Beach Weather: Tips and Tricks for a Memorable Experience

Baker Beach, located in San Francisco, is one of the most popular beaches in California. With its stunning views of the Golden Gate Bridge and the Pacific Ocean, it attracts thousands of visitors every year. But as with any outdoor activity, the weather can make or break your experience. In this article, we'll explore the best ways to enjoy Baker Beach weather, no matter what the forecast brings.

Firstly, it's essential to check the weather before you go. San Francisco weather can be notoriously unpredictable, so it's best to be prepared. If it's going to be sunny, remember to bring sunscreen and a hat to protect yourself from the sun's rays. If it's going to be cloudy or overcast, it's still worth going to the beach, but it might be cooler than you expect. In this case, a light jacket or sweatshirt could come in handy.

If you're visiting Baker Beach in the summer months, be aware that the water can be quite chilly. The ocean currents here can be strong, so it's best to stay close to the shore, especially if you're not a strong swimmer. Even in the warmest months, the water temperature rarely exceeds 60 degrees Fahrenheit, so a wetsuit might be necessary for those who want to take a dip.

One of the most important things to keep in mind when enjoying Baker Beach weather is safety. The beach has several dangerous areas, including steep cliffs and strong currents. Make sure to follow any posted signs and stay within designated areas. If you're unsure about something, don't be afraid to ask a lifeguard or park ranger for advice.

Finally, it's worth noting that Baker Beach can get quite busy, especially on weekends and holidays. If you're looking for a quieter experience, consider visiting during the week or in the off-season. This can be a great time to enjoy the beach's natural beauty without the crowds.

In conclusion, Baker Beach is a stunning location that is well worth a visit, no matter what the weather brings. With a little preparation and caution, you can enjoy everything this iconic beach has to offer. Whether you're looking to soak up the sun, take a swim in the ocean, or simply enjoy the scenery, Baker Beach is a fantastic destination for any nature lover.

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Baker Beach Weather

[erikitty]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Reebok x Local Hero's Mesh Icons Sweatshirt.

[caspianxth]

Hiiii!!! 🤶 sorry abt not sending anything, i promise you were on my mind, but life got ahead of me. As it tends to do. What have u been up to today? Yesterday? Eat any good food?

hello lovely! donut worry about it, life is like that! I have a magnet on my home fridge that we got from the tillamook cheese factory in tillamook county oregon (best dairy products in the usa in my humble opinion! it's a co-op so the farmers all work together there's not a corporate overlord hoarding the profits!!) on a vacation once that says 'life is like an ice cream cone. just when you've got it licked, it drips on you!' which like so true so no stress bestie!! I hope things start to calm down soon for u <3 also would highly recommend vacationing in tillamook county, oregon if u ever get a chance, it's so so so pretty!! the ocean's cold as heck tho so don't go in without a proper wetsuit!! but the high in the summer is like 60s-70s f (15c-21c) so prime sweatshirt on the beach weather which is my Favorite weather of all so it's a great summer destination for me personally. idk if u like hot or cold weather which do u prefer bestie??? I like a good 67f (19c) wish it was that temp all the time ever. not the larger point tho.

yesterday I went to my friend petey's house! he didn't have ideas on what to watch so I subjected him to the first enola holmes film on netflix (my icon is the actor who plays tewkesbury if u didn't know now u know) and then I'm gonna try to hang out with him again this weekend to watch the second enola holmes movie (which I prefer but the first is very important to establish characters and relationships imo)!! he and I are besties from back in my starbucks days. we slopped bean water together as I would say bc literally no one else would talk like that awiuefhidgr. today I'm just vibin! I keep meaning to get up and Do things but it's now the afternoon and I have done 0 things.......oh well such is life. I hope u get vibing no task time soon!!!!

[smooth-goat]

Realized that setting my owl house fic in California lets me complain about pg&e

[mellonyheart]

So MC was in charge of the aquarium outfits. Nearly everyone got full wetsuits or warm coats except dear Mammon. Who got a crop top and a choker. So the funny response is "MC is down bad lol". I mean... I am. Fair.

But here are some other options anyway:

Totally true. MC ♡ Mammon 4 eva

MC wanted him to freeze his balls off

MC did give him a sweatshirt and the guy took it off and tied it around his waist thus perpetuating the fanon that Mammon runs hot and is more comfortable in the cold. (Which may explain why his room looks like frigid converted garage)

[thelillykane]

blueberries for breakfast (and love in the afternoon) 

for VMTAP21 polyamory/ot3 + lilly lives!!!!  logan/veronica/lilly. established relationship. no plot they’re just in love. AU. title is taken from the song blueberries for breakfast by the mamas and the papas. 

Logan shed his wetsuit and hung it out to dry over the banister, making quick work of drying himself off before he stepped into the house, a handful of water droplets still gleaming in his hair..

The suns up now; He liked to surf with it as it rose, coming back home once the sky was a beautiful, promising blue and the air smelt sweet and bright. He padded through the back door as Veronica came through the front, swimming in one of his old sweatshirts with her hair done back in braids.

“How was the stakeout?”

She glanced up at him from under her eyelashes, studying him in a way that made him weak, his belly flooding with heat.

Once she’d gotten him riled up, she smiled, knowingly, and then pouted, “I don’t smell coffee.”

“You really should be going to bed,” he said, because she should, but he turned in the direction of the kitchen anyway to sate her caffeine addiction.

Veronica tucked her legs up in front of her on one of their stools, resting her chin on her knees as she watched him put a pot on. “It was good,” she said, after a minute.

“Hmm?”

“The stakeout.” She smiled at him, big and soft. “It was good.”

“Good,” Logan pressed a kiss on her forehead and brushed his thumb fondly against her cheek.

“Are you making breakfast?” Lilly asked, half-yawning. Like Logan, she had chosen to forgo clothing and he eyed her appreciatively before answering; Veronica out stretching a hand demanding for Lilly to come closer.

“Coffee,” he said, passing Veronica her mug and snagging another one for Lil.

“You should make breakfast too.”

“I made breakfast yesterday,” he half whined.

“You’re our house boy,” Lilly teased, nipping Veronica on the jaw and pressing soft, fluttery kisses against her neck. “You have to make us breakfast every day. Besides, we want to admire the view.”

“You’re also naked. Maybe we want to admire that view.”

Lilly shrugged, settling next to Veronica, the two of them looking up at him with matching mischievous grins and twinkling doe eyes. “I don’t need the attention like you do,” she dismissed and then gave him her very best smile, leaning over the counter to grab him by the chin, pulling him down for a kiss.

“I want french toast! And bacon! And more coffee!” Veronica prompted when she felt they had kissed for quite long enough thank-you-very-much. She stuck her mug up under their faces and wiggled her fingers expectantly.

Logan pointedly gestured to the pot.

“It tastes better when you pour it for me,” Veronica said sweetly, her eyelashes fluttering up a storm.

“Jesus,” Logan groaned, refiling her cup, and rolling his eyes fondly as she savored the first sip. “You’re annoying.”

“Come on, baby,” Lilly took his hand and kissed his palm and each of his fingers. “I can mix, and you can pour.”

“That’s not even how you make french toast.”

“Okay, so you can mix,” She kissed his adam’s apple. “And you can pour,” She kissed right below his belly button. “And you can stop being a giant brat.” She pulled away from him, sitting back down in her stool, and stealing Veronica’s coffee mug for a sip.

“Lilly,” Logan whined and then gave up on forming words to express his feelings, instead flopping his torso down on the kitchen island and burying his face in the crook of his arms, breathing heavily.

“I know, baby,” Lilly soothed as she scratched her fingers over his back mindlessly.  

“You know what’ll make you feel better?” Veronica asked after a careful beat. “Making me some fucking breakfast.”

“You’re crabby in the mornings,” Logan grouched, but he pushed off from the counter and grumbled on over to the pantry to please her anyway.

“And you’re beautiful,” the girls intoned solemnly, and then burst out giggling when he flipped them off.

Afterwards, when Veronica was through licking the remnants of syrup and crumbs off all three of their plates, she crawled over into Logan’s lap and brushed a sleepy half-kiss against his lips. “Thank you for making breakfast.”

“Any time.” He kissed her feather-light on the forehead and Veronica snuggled deeper against him, yawning as she gave in to resting her eyes.

Lilly rose neatly and carried the dishes over to the sink. “Hey,” she said after a moment, reappearing behind him and tugging gently on his hair.

“Yeah?”

“I really love you.”

Logan ducked his head and beamed, feeling soft and tender. “I love you too.”

“I know. Put Veronica to bed and then maybe -- if you’re good -- I’ll show you how much I love you.”

She put an extra sway in her step as she walked away, knowing, of course, that he would be watching and Logan huffed out a breath, squirming a little with anticipation.

“Down boy,” Veronica murmured. “You have to carry me to bed first.”  

“Yes, your highness,” he said, cradling her to him as he stood, and then laughed as she found enough energy to smack him on the ass for his comment.

“I love you too you know.”

“Yes,” Logan agreed, blinking back the sudden onset of tears from how wonderful it felt to hear her say it, knowing how hard it still was for her to say it, even all these years later. He rested his forehead against hers, basking in her warmth and her existence and that she was there in his arms sporting a tiny smile and doing this day in and out with him and Lilly. “I love you too.”

[melancholic-pigeon]

Too Short For Ao3 Fic #3? 4?

SO this is the extended edition of the bonus wip I did with Sally's birthday. The overall fic it belongs to is Extremely Smutty, so I went in and revised out the brief references and I'm posting the family-centric g-rated stuff for anyone who wants that but not the smut! Cough.

Also, I felt bad about missing WIP Wednesday again. Lolsob.

Percy rouses at around eleven PM to a sketch of himself on Jason's pillow. There's a note on the other side. 

I wanted to wake you up to say goodbye, but you looked so comfy I didn't have the heart to. your mom's presents are in the bag by my desk. say hi to everyone for me. I'll call tomorrow anyway.

love you to the moon and back.

-J. ❤

Complete with a little red heart. He doesn't even care that the doodle of him next to it, burritoed in a pile of blankets, includes a little spot of drool— he can tell by the rest of his cartoony, ballpoint features that Jason put it in because he thinks it's cute.

(And by the fact that he's said so, several times.)

Percy gathers up his junk. The cornflower blue sweatshirt he steals goes halfway down his fingers. He's come to accept that at six foot three and counting, Jason is the taller of them and always will be— barring some sort of horrible wood-chipper accident or curse from a grumpy deity. 

Fortunately, there's something about looking up to meet someone's eyes that Percy finds incredibly attractive. He has since Annabeth outgrew him for the first time in eighth grade. 

He heads out in his own jeans and the boxers he packed and the sweatshirt that smells like cinnamon. Once he boards the train, he stands with his arm around a pole and the other holding the bag against his chest, and tries to stay casual and keep the grin off his face.

It's almost midnight when he gets home. His mom, of course, is still awake, so he heads into the living room to greet her.

"My other half says hello."

There's a pile of presents on the coffee table. He puts the bag with the rest of them and sits down, kissing her cheek.

"He didn't have to get me anything." She closes her book and eyes the bag with a fond sigh. "How is he?" 

Percy's the same way she is, always happy to do favors and give gifts, but feeling pretty awkward about receiving them. Jason's even worse, the three of them in an ongoing and circular competition to never let any of it go reciprocated. 

"Working too hard, as always. Pulling As and winning games and barely sleeping to do it. His stepmother's up his ass and his father's a bully, so, you know, news at eleven." He leans his head onto her shoulder. "That's why he gives you stuff. He's trying to show you how much he appreciates you." 

She sighs, and Percy knows it's because she's just as frustrated by the whole thing as he is. 

"He knows I appreciate him too, I hope." 

"Without a doubt." Percy smiles at her, watching as she goes a little pink and smiles back. "You have a talent for making him feel appreciated." 

"He treats my baby like a prince," she says softly. "That's why I appreciate him so much in the first place. How could I do anything else?"

Percy turns his face into her shirt collar, another futile attempt to hide his goofy expression, 

"He really does, doesn't he?"

Holding doors, pulling out chairs, offering an arm on unsteady streets. Jason's never laid his coat over a puddle, but Percy's pretty sure he would, if the option presented itself. 

His mom starts playing with his hair, her fingers light and familiar.

"I'm just happy you're happy, sweetheart."

He knows that feeling too. 

Half asleep from the petting, Percy lets himself be a little babyish. It's after midnight now, which means it's her birthday, and he knows that sometimes she misses when he was Estelle's age and little enough to curl up in her lap. He's way too big for that now, obviously, but he can still slide down the couch and rest his head there. 

"You too, Mama." 

She looks at him, her eyes misty with emotion and almost green in the light.

She's smiling, too. 

She smiles a lot, these days.

—

In the morning, Paul makes coffee while Estelle helps unwrap the avalanche of presents. She's at the age where ripping paper makes her squeal with hysterical laughter, which worms its way into Percy's heart and melts it into pudding. 

Several of them are from Percy's friends, including a handbound book of original recipes from Leo, a lovely silver bracelet inset with mother-of-pearl that Beckendorf made himself, and a huge sheathed knife with a matching decorative handle from Clarisse. The last one makes his mom snort as she gets up to put it on the bookshelf, out of reach of curious toddler hands. 

"Decorative. Sure." 

"I bet she'd teach you how to use it if you asked." 

"I know how to use a bowie knife, dear. Your father and I used to catch and cook our own fish when we went camping."

"Which reminds me, he still hasn't taken me out," Paul cuts in, frowning. "I've been saving up dad jokes and embarrassing stories for four years."

"I'll bug him about it the next time we talk," Percy promises. "It's probably the ADHD." 

"Do you want me to bug you about bugging him?" 

"If you haven't set something up by blueback season, yeah." 

Percy and Paul went in on a pound of jasmine tea, which his mom reaches for next. She immediately asks for a cup— it's one of two days out of the entire year where she lets other people wait on her, for a change, and even that took a lot of cajoling. 

Paul makes the tea, since Percy usually scalds the leaves and it turns out tasting like grass. She probably wouldn't complain anyway, but it's her birthday, and she deserves to have the best tea that can be made in their kitchen. 

"Is the last bag from Jason?" Paul sets the mug on a coaster in the middle of the coffee table, and Percy scoops the baby into his lap so she doesn't try to grab it. She mashes her tiny hand against his cheek.

"And Thalia. I'm not sure if they went in on stuff or he just packed them both in one bag to make it easy." 

Either is a possibility. He watches as his mom reaches in and pulls out a large wrapped frame, Thalia's spiky handwriting answering the question. 

Whatever's inside, it makes her shut her eyes and exhale deeply through her nose. 

"Please pass on that I am absolutely furious."

She turns the frame around. An autographed vinyl EP of Sign O' the Times by Prince— one of the albums Percy grew up on, though she skipped a number of the songs when he was little. Thalia must have spent a fortune on it. 

"That woman is incredible," Paul breathes, lightly touching the glass. "How does she get this stuff?" 

"See!"

"She has friends in high places." Percy grins as Estelle reaches for the album, and holds her over the glass so she can touch it too. "She's also really good at barter chains."

His mother shakes her head, but he can tell how delighted she is— the two of them have spent hours animatedly talking about music, Thalia hanging on every word and groaning with jealousy over the concerts his mom went to in the eighties. 

"I know exactly where I'm going to put it." 

Thalia got her a turntable for her fortieth birthday last year, as well as a full set of replacements for every worn-out record in their collection— and had the originals framed too, since they had sentimental value. They're currently occupying the better part of two walls of his mom's study. 

There's a blank spot by her bookshelf, right underneath the first copy, that the autographed album will fit into perfectly. Percy grins. 

"I'll hang it up for you later."

She doesn't argue. There's only Jason's left, his careful print written out across the same paper Thalia used. The crinkling draws Estelle's attention, and she gleefully reaches over to help tear it off.

Their mom gasps at what's inside and puts a hand to her mouth, her eyes going bright.

It's a watercolor portrait of Percy and Estelle, laughing by the shoreline. She's dressed in a little bucket hat, a ruffled swimsuit patterned to look like a clownfish and the coolest shades in the world— sparkly blue frames shaped like seashells that he kind of wishes he could get in his size. He's in a wetsuit, having spent the morning surfing, and he's holding onto her hands so she can jump at the waves. In the distant background is the Montauk lighthouse.

It's beautifully done, like everything else Jason's ever put to paper, but Percy's never choked up like this over one of them.

"You remember that, Beluga? That was on my birthday, when you came and visited me and Jason at the beach."

"Beach?" she asks, expectant. Paul bursts into laughter, sounding as rough-voiced as Percy feels.

"You're your mother's daughter, sweet pea."

"Beach!" Estelle insists. Percy noses her pudgy cheek.

"It's too cold to swim, baby." His mom's eyes are sparkling, still a little teary. He can see Estelle in the smile on her face. "But we could go for a walk and visit." 

"Brunch first." Paul kisses her— Percy averts his eyes, wrinkling his nose at his sister to make her giggle again— and gets up, heading back into the kitchen. 

It's a lovely way to spend a late morning. Pale blue araucana eggs courtesy of Grover's new hens, a blueberry coffee cake from Nico by a fantastic hole in the wall in Hell's Kitchen, Paul's signature home fries made with blue potatoes and seasoned to perfection; all of it delicious.

Jason calls while Percy's doing the dishes. After his deep, resonant performance of the happy birthday song, the five of them chat on speakerphone for a little while, though he has to excuse himself pretty quickly to keep banging through his reading. 

"Maybe next year," Percy sighs. His mom puts her hand on his hip, then crouches down to help Estelle with her light-up sneakers. 

"He's always welcome for a rain check."

"He's always welcome, period," Paul adds. For the second time, Percy gets dangerously close to sniffling. 

Montauk is a little far for a day trip, so they head to Brighton Beach instead. Estelle's shrimpy legs get tuckered out more quickly than the grownups' do, so Percy ends up carrying her on his hip, snuggled into his jacket to block the chilly breeze. She points at seagulls, shouting triumphantly every time. 

"More bird!"

"That's right. A whole flock of 'em."

They watch for a while as the gulls fight over a discarded pizza crust. Then Percy feels an arm around his back and a head against his shoulder.

"I don't know how I got so lucky," his mother murmurs, barely audible over the rushing of the waves.

Percy's eyes sting. 

For most of his life, her birthdays had been spent without fanfare. He was rarely actually there for them anyway, and Gabe complained so much it was easier to just ignore the day and focus on survival instead. 

She'd been triaging like that since before she even met his dad, keeping herself afloat when nobody seemed to care if she drowned. It would have been easy to lie down and give up. Percy's pretty sure he would have, in her place. 

He turns to hug her with the obligatory proclamation of a Stella Sandwich. He catches Paul's eye over her shoulder, and gets a wide, sentimental grin in response. 

"Luck's got nothing to do with it," Percy tells her, leaning his cheek against the top of her head while his sister wriggles with delight between them. 

"Listen to our son," Paul adds. "He's very wise, as you raised him to be. This is all on you, honey." 

Within moments, she's surrounded by her whole family on all sides, and Percy has another arm around his back, and he's getting a little choked up over it all. 

When she first started dating Paul, back when Percy was still in middle school, she'd spent weeks all aflutter. It was the happiest he'd ever seen her at the time. They'd sit outside and work on her car together, and she'd slip into song like a grease-stained fairytale princess without even thinking about it. 

Seeing them interact is like cool water on a burn, Paul's devoted kindness soothing a lifetime of sitting back and watching people treat her like dirt. He worships her, just like she deserves and long overdue.

"I love you," she says, tearful and muffled in someone's shoulder. "All of you, more than anything." 

"Love Mama," Estelle replies, and that's it— Percy's blubbering.

It'll never undo the damage, but it's about time she got a chance to heal and thrive. 

-here in our bed, chapter 7, ~6200 words

[halfgclden]

@halfmortals​

Gene sat down heavily on the docks and began pulling off his sweatshirt, peering down at the water below as he leg his legs dangle over the edge. He glanced back to his friend after a moment, a smile crawling across his face. “Ey, you can make da water more warm, yeah? You even bother with one wetsuit surfing right now?” There weren’t any waves large enough to surf at the moment, and that’s not what they were there for, but that could all change in a matter of moments with Pascal. “Man, I heard da Atlantic ain’t da kine. You go more hard anywhere else, or if it’s water, you got it, bruh?”

[katerdaddy]

Angel Wings and Hand touches

Part 1

This is a Harringrove X men Au based off of @memes-saved-me

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"Steve." He was sitting in his room, an old magazine in his hands. Standing there was Nancy. They'd had a fling. Well, that's what Nancy called it. He'd thought it was a relationship. Nancy had the ability of walking through walls and other objects. She was damn good at it too.

"What's up?" He glanced at her. That was a mistake. She was as gorgeous as ever. Her hair curled nicely and a new sweater over her shoulders. He was smitten all over again.

"It's your turn for a mission." Steve groaned. Nancy just smiled, leaning against door. "On the plus side, Dustin gets to go with you..."

Steve perked up. He lifted up from his bed, moving around the room.

"Henderson? That means this is his first mission." He grinned, moving his way to his closet.

He could feel Nancy smirk.

"I figured you'd enjoy it way more than me."

Steve slipped on his gloves and followed Nancy out the door.

.......

They'd made their way to the common room. Dustin was zooming around the room as usual. Talking far to quickly than was usually possible.

The rest of their party was on the couches.

El was lazily moving a pillow around, Mike was fiddling with his glasses, which he shouldn't be. That would be dangerous. Lucas who was sitting down and eating his lunch. Like a well practiced mutant who didn't have to flaunt his powers. He was able to control explosions. Charging energy into balls to throw. Basically his own personal fireworks.

Next to him was Robin. She had the ability to create high powered sonic waves with just her voice. She was Steve's favorite.

That left Will. The quiet one. The cold one.

He was off freezing and unfreezing his glass of water (and mikes soda).

His brother Jonathan, Nancy's new boyfriend, was near them, scrolling through his camera.

Being able to turn invisible had it perks. He could sneak in anywhere unnoticed.

When Nancy and Steve entered their room, Dustin zoomed up to them, bouncing. His usual energy on a day to day basis. They were used to it now.

"Steve come on!" He dragged him. Pulling a bit to hard. Steve's glove flinging off in the process.

"Hey dude! Henderson! Watch the glove." He stopped him with his good hand. Aka, his gloved hand and yanked his glove back.

"Come on, trouble. Let's go."

......

They didn't have to travel too far.

Just over 2 hours drive by jet.

Dustin couldn't keep still in his seat.

Asking Steve questions like, " So do we use our hero names or do we just come in like 'hi I'm Dustin and this is Steve.' Or is that to casual."

Steve smiled an answered.

"Well that depends. What do you want to do?"

Dustin was basically vibrating by now.

"Duh! Superhero names! Ok I was thinking, lightning strike. Or, or , or the speed. Or the streak. Or-"

Steve chuckled, ruffling Dustins hair.

"You've got to choose something cooler than that."

Dustin just elbowed him away, saying something about his well quaffed curls.

"Well, how did you choose your name? Cause I like your's."

Steve smiled. Turning his attention back to clouds below them.

"Someone just called me it one day and I thought 'Hell yeah, that's bad-ass."

Dustin shot him a look. An unbelieving look.

"Really... someone just called you 'Rouge' one day and you stuck with it?"

His mouth was open. Eyes lidded. Arms crossed. And for once, he was holding still.

Steve grinned. Bad memories flashing past him of a freckled boy, toad like in every way. And his girlfriend who was nearly indestructible. Like a diamond.

"I wasn't always the guy you know now..."

Dustin snorted. Head falling back.

"Yeah you were a grade A ass-hole."

Steve snorted back. Caught off guard.

"Thanks dingus." He'd caught that word from Robin. They need to spend less time together.

"It's good to hear you care."

The boys arms lifted defensively, but he still smiled nonetheless.

.....

They were finally there.

And on a beach no less.

Somewhere in California.

Dustin mentioned San Francisco.

"Alright...what is your name again?"

Dustin smiled. All teeth.

"Quicksilver."

Steve grinned back, ruffling his curls again.

"Attah boy, now that's one bad ass name."

They shared a few steps in silence.

"Who are we looking for again?" Dustin piped up. Wiggling around in the sand.

His running shoes and rash guard weren't really made for this.

"Someone they call Angel and Hot head. The first, a boy. Looks to be around 17-18. And a girl like 13 or twelve or something."

"Alright. I can get the girl. You get the boy?"

Dustin prepped to speed forward.

"Woah,woah, woah! No. This is a duo operation. We can't split up."

But Dustin just smiled, circling around Steve once. Giving a thumbs up before zooming down towards the pier.

"Asshole!" Steve yelled out, knowing full well Dustin could hear him.

He'd start with the surfers. They were closer anyway.

He was getting weird looks. Of course he was.

It was blazing hot and he was in dark leather gloves and a leather jacket with Sherpa lining.

He noticed someone. Sitting on a board. Just a few feet in. A sweatshirt on and a wet suit slung on halfway.

Steve examined him for a few moments more.

He stretched for a second. But only a second. And there he saw it. A white feather.

Bingo.

So he called after him. Urging him to move out of the ocean.

He listened cautiously.

"Hey Amigo. Need directions?" He asked, board tucked under his arm.

"Um actually... I need to speak with you." The boy cautiously set down his board on the sand, blue eyes never leaving the other.

"I know what you are.  They call you angel right? My name is Rouge."

He saw the boys jaw tightened. It didn't loose yet.

"Not here. Let's go under the dock."

So he did. They walked in silence. Mostly the sound of the wetsuit the boy was wearing rubbing against his knees filled the silence.

He'd gotten a look at the boy from afar.

But now so close to him, he could see the freckles that danced across his tanned almost golden skin.

He saw his blonde, salt infested hair that curled around him.

Saw the mark across his eyebrow and the bruise on his jaw.

His sweatshirt read something about San Francisco on it in red lettering.

But all too soon. They were under the dock.

"You smoke?" He'd asked all too nonchalantly, arms folded as he leant against a barnacle and salt infested wooden pillar.

Steve smiled, pulling out a pack of camels and a lighter.

The boy made a face.

"Camels all you got?"

He rolled his eyes and put one between his teeth.

"If you wanna bum one off me, you gotta deal with the camels."

He lit the cig, letting some well needed smoke disappear out of his lips.

It had been awhile since he smoked. Nancy hated smoke, so he quit for her.

Everything he did was for her.

"Alright fine. Pass em' over pretty boy."

And he did. He wanted to show this boy he could trust him. And that it would be okay to come with them to a safe place.

He tried not to think about the pretty boy comment.

"So Rouge... how'd you find out it was me." He placed the cigarette against his teeth, holding his hand out for the lighter.

"You uh, stretched... I saw a feather."

The boy blinked. A small grin fighting against his lips.

"S' that easy huh?"

"Well, and I was looking for you also."

If Steve didn't know better, he'd think he just saw a gleam in the boys eye.

"Lookin' for me huh? You some sort of admirer?" He smirked against the nicotine and smoke.

"No. I'm part of Hawkins school for gifted youngsters. And we think you'd like it."

The boy shook his head. He laughed sourly while his curls bounced across his face.

"No way in Hell pretty boy, I'm not going to some lab to get tested."

Steve sighed. Him and this boy we're almost one in the same.

"I thought that too when they recruited me."

He smiled at the memory.

Hopper holding out a freshly gloved hand to a heaving Steve. Tommy and him had done a number on their group.

Hopper had said "Son. I know you want better. You deserve better. Come with me and I'll show you."

And he followed. Still anxious though. He didn't trust anyone except Hopper. It took a long time to open up to Joyce. Especially when the first thing she did to him was surprise him with a bone crushing hug. Which made him get spooked and grab her arm. Causing her to pass out.

"You're a freak like me?"

He didn't have time to answer. Because he was blown back into a pillar by a screaming Dustin.

"Steve!!!!"

He saw the tan boy jump a little. His sweatshirt puffing out.

Probably his feathers ruffling.

But his focus soon came to the wide eyed boy gripping onto his jacket.

"Hothead is Hot Head for a reason!"

Was all he said before looking over his shoulder and zooming behind Steve.

A young girl shot down to the sand. Her body entirely enflamed. She was panting. Her eyes glaring straight at them. Nostrils flared, she planted her feet.

"Shit Steve!" Dustin squealed, gripping the boy closer, covering himself fully.

"Dude! What do you expect me to do?" He glanced behind him and then glanced to the winged boy, scowling into his cigarette. Staring at the girl.

"You creep!" The girl roared running straight for them.

Steve hardly had time to think about moving, but Dustin zoomed them out of the way before anyone was hurt.

But the wood behind them wasn't safe. The girl rammed into it, fire spreading up.

"Shit dude the pier!" Steve gawked.

"Handle the girl I'll get the fire!"

Dusting shook his head, shoving Steve forward.

"No! I'll get the water, cause I'll get it done in double the time. You get the girl. Get her into the water and use your voodoo hand stuff."

Dustin zoomed down.

"It's not voodoo hand stuff! That makes it sound dirty!" He yelled.

And the kid was right. He was dousing the flames double the time.

The girl was still charging straight for Dustin.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

He yelled getting the girls attention. She sneered, snapping to look at him.

The other teen was just watching. A small smirk on his features.

"Gee thanks asshole!" He called before he was barreled over into the sand.

She grabbed his shirt, holding a flaming fist up.

"What do you and that creep want!"

Steve panicked. Trying to crawl to the water to douse the flamed girl. But she was strong and held him there.

He tried to throw sand, sand can douse flames.

But it wasn't enough.

"Hey shit for brains!" He heard the teen say, but Dustin was already on him. Zooming around him in a circle.

"Hey! You stay there."

"ANSWER ME!" The girl roared, her hand getting closer than comfortable.

"Ahh I'm sorry!" Steve called out struggling to pull off his glove.

"What are you doing? Hey! Stop!" She gripped his forearm, burning through the leather, just barely grazing his skin. Cheap Melted leather melded to his forearm.

He wheezed out. Burns never felt good.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Dammit. I'm sorry!"

With his ungloved hand he reach for her face. His hand reaching for her cheek. Burning his hand in the process.

But the flames were gone and the girl fainted, falling on top of him.

Her once flaming hair, now bright red and falling down against her shoulders.

"Sorry! Shit sorry kid!"

"Hey what did you do to her!" The boy roared. Placing the exact moment to kick Dustin in the stomach, sending him towards the water. Besides Steve.

"Listen! She's okay!" He scooped her up, placing her slumped against the dock.

"Like hell she's okay! What did you do!"

The teen roared, gripping off his sweatshirt, wings unwrapping from his waist, on full display.

They were beautiful, white and strong and gorgeous.

Steve just stared. His words leaving him.

"Woah..."

He heard dustin whisper, his eyes the same place his was.

Staring at the beautiful man in front of them.

"What did you do!" His wings flapped, Steve stood from the sand. Moving away from the girl.

He tried to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth he was met with a jab to the jaw.

"HEY!" Dustin yelled, zooming forward to lunge at the teen.

Steve had, had enough of this. Let's see what this girls power can do.

But before he could try, there was another fist to his nose. He stumbled.

Dustin was thrown against a pillar. He slumped down. Passing out.

"Shit." Steve hissed. His nose gushing blood. Searing pain coming from his forearm and opposite to his hand.

He was over this. He wasn't going to let some angel winged boy beat him down.

He focused his breathing. Engulfing his body in flames. The girls power.

And he loved it.

He looked forward. The winged boy a few feet in front of him. Stumped and looking between him and the young girl.

Steve smirked, lunging forward, pushing against the boys waist. Pushing them to the ground.

He crawled on top of him. Flaming hand above his head.

"Stand down!" He yelled, gripping the angel by his pendant with his gloved hand.

He put his hands up and nodded assuringly.

Steve sighed, deflating. The fire disappearing before anyone knew it was there.

"Good." He huffed. Catching his breath. "Can we just talk?"

The boy nodded. Steve crawled off of him. Helping him up. He noticed the boys burned sides. Steve had tapped him there. Dammit.

"Sorry about... your torso." He muttered. The teen laughed letting his head fall back while he lifted him off the sand. "Sorry about your nose.... and jaw. And your friend there."

Steve smirked, brushing himself off. "Asshole." The teen smirked back, his chest puffing out and wings flicking. "Back at ya." ....... They talked. They got them packed. The girl. Max, woke up. She threw a fit. Because, who wouldn't.

The boy, Billy. Seemed ecstatic to leave, ready to leave actually. Packed up 2 bags and a suitcase worth. Even brought his surfboard.

Steve didn't have the heart to tell him there was no ocean in Hawkins.

Max, packed her skateboard and just a suitcase. Less than her brother.

Steve had asked if they wanted to wait for their father to be home before they left, but Billy shook his head and kissed 'Susan' on the cheek goodbye. Max barreled into her mother. Squeezing her tightly while she promised to call and write once a week. Billy said he'd call. Never said when though.

Steve figured they didn't have the best family atmosphere, most mutants didn't. ......... They boarded the jet, placing it on manual. The way home already programmed in.

Steve unbuckled from his seat. Moving towards  Billy, Walkman in his ears. Close to asleep. Max was awake asking Dustin questions. Dustin was his usual talkative self. Answering Max's question with the same amount of energy a sugar high kid would. But in Dustin's case, he was always on a sugar high.

Steve shook Billy awake. His eyes shot up and his body stiffened. Going cold. But soon he relaxed, deflating like a balloon. Steve motioned to his headphones and made it look like he was taking his own off. Rounding a hand by and beside his ear.

Billy caught on and moved his headset away. "What's up?" He whispered, leaning towards the boy.

"I noticed I burned your sides earlier...We have a pretty incredible first aid kit near the back compartment, want to join me? Your sister burned me pretty bad..." He gestured towards his sleeve where a red and blistering hand print was on his fore arm. And where melted leather had suck itself to it.

Billy thought for a second but nodded. Unbuckling from his seat and following after. Well that was a start.

[chowtrolls]

Not everyone celebrates the same. Old, young, and anything in-between, everyone handles their succession through life differently.

Somewhere under the waves, in an old hive, a fuchsia stands looking out of the glass wall at his lusus. His arms are folded behind his back as he stands with a proper posture. One of the few good habits he learned from the fleet. He didn’t learn much that was helpful when he served, but he owed them a few things. 

His palmhusk goes off from the other side of the room. He leaves his lusus to pick it up, finding the message from his hatchmate. 

“Hey Leo, I found this old picture of us when we were wrigglers. Your hair used t’ be to da^^n long.” 

The image attached was a bittersweet one. Two near identical fuchsia wrigglers in wetsuits, each holding a little trident. Their lusus had made them take formal pictures in case they died young, so their memory wouldn’t be erased. Leonra studied the image closely, zooming in on what used to be his round and chubby cheeks. Bruuno was right, his hair used to be long. Itw as a disaster back then. Leo closed the image and replied, “It’s vveird seeing you vvith tvvo ar^^s.” 

--

In an old bar miles away, a seadweller with stained-glass fins leans over a desk to get a better look at the computer screen. Another seadweller leans back, letting them get a better look. The maroon woman finally speaks, prodding the anon’s arm with a finger. Her voice is scratchy and has a wobble. “Do you see the problem, Mae?” “Not yet, Zel. Be patient.” Maesun replies, moving the mouse up to X out of a tab. 

“....Mae. It’s that one holiday you used t’ like as a wriggler.” Zellie’s ears twitch slightly. 

“I know. We’ve had many of them at this point. And your computer’s still busted. We can get drinks and be nostalgic later.” 

“There’s nothin’ to be nostalgic over.” She snickered softly, “Things’re better now.” 

---

While cleaning off the shelves in her lab, the tall blueblood found an old bone. She carefully examined it, holding it close to her face. 

“Whatcha got, Thersa?” The cerulean boy watching her asked curiously. 

“I think it’s my first bone! If I recall, I found it outside while walking hive from class one day. I still don’t know what it is, possibly a squirrel femur. Do squirrels have femurs?” She giggled as she passed the small bone to Zoltan. 

“I ‘unno, my dude. Looks cool as shit though. Maybe we can take this ‘n a few other lil bones and do a cool photoshoot with ‘em.” He looked up, meeting her blue eyes with a smile. 

“We can! I have some girlfriends I’m meeting for dinner tonight, but maybe tomorrow after work?” She tilted her head slightly as she brought up the question. 

“Sure. Who ya meetin’? What’s the occasion? Can I come?” Zoltan was eager to hang around her more, and any friends of Thersa’s were friends of his! 

“Hm…” Thersa pondered for a moment, “I suppose you can. Zi, Jahspr and I are going out to celebrate my tenth sweep post transition. You can come! We can make it a double occasion! Celebrate your first sweep on T and my tenth sweep having transitioned.” 

Zoltan’s face lit up excitedly, “I’d love that! I’ll dress real nice. Meet you here at 8?” 

“8 sounds good, Zu, see you then.” 

---

In an alley, an anon wearing an orange sweatshirt throws a match into a dumpster. The dumpster lights up the damp alley in a bright blaze. Kiurii sets his hands on his hips with a proud grin. His moirail pats him on the back. 

“You good now? Got it all outta yer system?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good now. Let’s go find Major ‘n Aldier, ‘n get some ramen. I’m starvin’.” Kiurii looks up at Vonmar, then turns sharply and heads out of the alley. Vonmar pulls out his palmhusk to ring up their mysterious hitman friend.

While the pair make their way down the deserted streets, a familiar face pokes around the corner. White hair with a fancy sheer shirt, Major meets up with the mismatched duo. Major doesn’t smile, but quietly hands Kiurii a small pin. “I was at Troll Hot Topic today. They had a nonbinary pin. Made me think of you.” Major had even stolen it for the little anon, knowing how much it meant to Kiurii to not pay big companies. The cerulean finally cracked a little smile, and they felt a spark of happiness as Kiruii’s eyes went wide. 

Kiurii was quick to put the pin on his jacket, accidentally stabbing himself a few times. Once completed, he turned to his moirail, “How’s it look Vonnie??” 

“Looks sharp. Lil crooked, but it fits ya.” 

---

A violetblood struggles to climb through the window of a seemingly normal hive in a lowblood neighborhood. He flops onto the floor once inside, and shakes the shock off. His fins are the last to wiggle. 

“Aye! Chow! Chow-ow-ow-ow!” Thunder jumps to his feet quickly, darting out of the room to tackle the short blueblood. Chow, adorned in pajamas and holding a mug of tea, nearly spills said tea as he is tackled. He shoves the violet away with a huff. 

“Dude chill out, I could’ve spilt my tea…” “I could’ve dropped my croissant!” Thunder’s laugh echoed through the empty hive. The massive barkbeast lusus lazily lifts his head. Chow sighs. 

“Yeah, yeah, troll Vine is dead, whatever. Did you need something? It’s been like...a month.” Chow was a bit hurt that the violet never came around anymore. Thunder was always busy with new friends and causing problems. 

Thunder’s eyes softened, and his fins dropped slightly. “Well, it’s T-D-O-V. Remember? I thought I set a reminder on your palmhusk. You’re visible today! I see you!” 

“I see you too, idiot. I’m drinking tea, though. And about to like, sleep or whatever. Come on, let’s go lay down.” Chow grabbed Thunder’s arm with his free hand and gently tugged him into his sleeping block. 

Thunder laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling while Chow sipped at his tea. 

“Chow?” 

“Crosse.” 

“It’s been a long time. We’re so old now.” “I know, it’s weird.” “Chow…?”

“Crosse?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Happy Visibility day.”

[erikitty]

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