#and my mother was like when in the hell did you get heelys

[platypusisnotonfire]

The post i recently reblogged about the Romeo and Juliet with heelys in reminded me of the way I got my first heelys.

It was when we lived in the states (NYC area) and my mother had a drs appointment that was going to take at least an hour. I was 8, and allowed to either stay in the waiting room or go to the rooftop garden, but that was all.

At the age of eight I had gotten my first job that paid like, appreciable money (I worked for the family business for five dollars an hour prior to this but got a job with a friend of the family pulling 100 dollars a week doing two nights of office cleaning with them. Yea, child labor. Not the point of my funny story tho. I liked my money. I’m honestly not mad about it.)

So I had cash.

And damn I wanted heelys.

So I illicitly left the building and walked six blocks to the closest Modell’s (gotta go to mo’s) and bought my gorgeous heelys for 30 big bucks.

At this age I had taken to carting around a huge messenger bag for all my books and I had premeditated this excursion and packed an empty box in the bag to make it look full, chucked that in a crosswalk garbage bin and carried the shoebox back.

Not questioned by the mother. None the wiser I had left.

No one was awake to see me leave for school wearing them and no one was home to see me come home wearing them and I got away with this for literal years (I had had a fairly large growth spurt at 8 and bought two sizes too big so they fit for ages)

[misano17]

K so my birthday wasn’t all that Poggers.

like the stuff my family and friends did was awesome. I’m having a little party next Sunday with the boys and I’m looking forward to it but something happened on my birthday and like, I’m still hung up on it.

Vent shit ahead. Tw transphobia.

So, I came out as trans guy to my karate instructor on my birthday. I had been building up the motivation to do this for literal months. He is one of the most influential people in my life and one of my biggest role models. This man is like a second father to me.

I learned how to be a man by watching him and learning from him. The respect he displays for his students and the reciprocity of our martial arts system is what I strive to achieve.

He’s always been pretty chill about the whole gay thing, cuz I was enrolled in martial arts because my mother was worried for my safety in this county as an ace person. So he’s known about the whole, being bi + ace thing and has been chill.

apparently this doesn’t extend to being trans.

his reaction to me coming out was “I ain’t gonna call you no guy.”

That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting. I guess I’m less upset now and more just, surprised? Disappointed?

In the moment it felt kind of soul crushing, and really invalidating. The man I based my concept of masculinity around just flat out rejected that I am a man, and it really fucking hurts. I think I had my first nightmare in years because of this.

I’m dreading going back to karate next week. I actively don’t want to go, and that’s not normal for me. I love karate, it’s practically my life. Even when I’m physically exhausted I still try to go. It’s my favorite activity and the people at my dojo like family to me.

It feels like four years of trust and respect just got tossed in my face and spat upon. It feels like a piece of my soul has been ripped out, AND I HATE IT. I fucking hate that it feels this way.

I feel like I have to go back because I don’t want to lose my edge. I don’t want to fall behind. I don’t want to regress in the art I’ve spent four years developing my body for and practicing. I don’t want to stop learning, I don’t want to stop sparring, and I don’t want to lose the bonds I’ve built with my fellow martial artists but I genuinely feel like if I go I’ll have a breakdown.

I don’t know what the hell to do. I assumed that my karate instructor would be cool about this. I assumed he’d act like he always does when I show him something new about my life. The same fatherly excitement he always shows when I show him a new dance style I’m learning, or a piece of art I’m working on, or a new song in writing, or even a trick on my heelys but that’s not what I got. I thought I’d be able to share my new name with him. I didn’t get to tell him that.

It’s been a few days but I still feel like shit.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

HASO, “In the Ambience.”

Had a conversation on discord last night where I became aware that I left Sunny and Adam’s interactions at a place where it was sort of nervous and awkward. So thank you DZ for talking that through with me.

I am not really well versed in writing relationships, and I didn’t want it to overshadow the rest of my writing, so I pulled back from it, but I think I pulled back too hard. So if you care about the Sunny/Adam dynamic, I wrote a story this morning to acknowledge that. Hope you like it, and I hope you all have a great day. 

She got up in the dark, with only the dim ambience of soft blue lighting to accompany her. She stretched all four arms, and rolled her neck. It struck her as mildly interesting in that moment, how something so small could connect them to humans, The thought was fleeting as she took another step forward to kneel down on the floor. There, in a little alcove in the wall, she had set a volcanic rock from Anin, dried moss, and other paraphernalia from her home world. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath resting her hands together.

Praise and respect to the spirits of Anin. Praise the fathers and mothers of war gone to their rest below the moss and the earth. Praise their spirits that watch from the sky and peer through the ether down upon us.

She continued the slow mantra in the style of Prayer learned from Naktan and pulled her concentration to her core ignoring anything and everything around her. A deep state of meditation overtook her. She would never have done this if she  thought there were any chance that she was in danger, but below she knew Earth glowed like a sphere before their orbiting ship. There was no worry of invasion.

She thought she heard something at one point, but chose to ignore it as she continued her mantra.

Eventually, and after an unknown amount of minutes, she stood and turned slowly to find-

She stopped, and crossed her arms over her chest.

“What are you doing.”

Adam burrowed his way further down into her blankets nuzzling his head up against her pillow, “So warm, and comfy!”

She tried not to smile, “You dumbass.”

He pulled the blankets tighter around himself, “You know, I did come here to talk to you, but I actually really am comfortable, so come back in two hours.”

“I-”

He closed his eyes and pretended to snore loudly.

She rolled her eyes as she watched him theatrically pretend to sleep. She looked around mildly for a moment before picking up another pillow and glancing at the door. She casually walked over, dropped the pillow on his head and then held it down as if she intended to smother him.

That got him up and moving.

Before long the two of them were grappling for the upper hand, him trying to put her in a choke hold, and her using her lower arms to pinch him.

He yelped, “Ouch! Pinching is illegal.”

“SIssy.”

He clamped his legs around her lower arms pinning them in place. SHe struggled for a minute and then went limp.

SHe could feel his smug smile, “I win, I beat the saint of Anin. Everyone bow at my feet.”

“You say that, but if this were a real fight, you’re the one with a self destruct button.”

“Self-destruct button…?”

“Meaning if this were a real fight, I would have punched you in the balls.”

“Please don’t”

Finally he let her go, leaving the two of them to lay on her bed, sheets scattered on the floor around them, and her pillows in disarray. Adam put his hands behind his head and sighed.

She glanced over at him, “I don’t suppose you came to just hang out. Here on Admiral-ly business?”

He groaned pulling one of her pillows over his face, “Please smother me for real this time.”

SHe leaned up on one of her elbows, “Why?”

“I don’t wanna be an adult anymore,” She tilted her head to the side watching in amusement as he attempted to throw a childlike tantrum, but only really had the energy to kick his feet once, “It’s boring and lame and they wont let me wear heelies to important meetings…. Children don’t have to pay taxes.”

She laughed, pulling the pillow from his face, “Adam you are many things, but ‘adult’ is not one of them.”

He grinned slightly, “True enough.” He sighed again and rested his head back against the pillows, “I just want to get back to what we are supposed to be doing, exploring the universe and making cool alien friends.” He threw up his hands in frustration, “But Suddenly I find myself embroiled in stupid annoying politics that I don’[t understand, being used by people who are, lets face it, WAY smarter than me, constantly finding myself getting manipulated.”

She huffed, “They aren’t smarter than you Adam, they’re just manipulative, and you aren't.”

He sighed, “Fair enough.” Then he looked at her, bright green eyes reflecting the soft ambient blue light, “I just, I miss this, I miss us, I miss hanging out and doing stupid shit, and all of the things I could do when I wasn’t so important and this operation was smaller.”

She smiled rather sadly reaching one hand over for his, lacing the four of her fingers through the five of his, “Well someone has to do the hard things, who better than you.” 

He glanced over at her raising an eyebrow, “Or you, miss saint”

She rolled her eyes again, “Can’t seem to get you off of that. I’m still the same person I used to be.”

“But with power.”

She elbowed him gently and he grinned, “But really, I am proud and impressed and…. Let's be honest super super smug that ‘I’ know you personally.”

“I know, I am pretty terrific.”

The two of them laughed for a minute before settling down again. He glanced over to her little shrine on the wall, “What were you doing just then?”

She looked up at the ceiling, following the lines of metal and rivets with her eyes, “Praying to the spirits of Anin.”

Embarrassed, he shifted, “I didn’t know you were….. Well I didn’t think you were all that religious?”

SHe shrugged, “Don’t feel bad, it’s sort of a new thing. Back before all this, it was sort of just stories to me. Like I believed it because that was what everyone believed, but I didn’t really accept it, or feel it the way I do now. After everything with my mother, it was hard to feel connected to something I felt I wasn’t a part of….. But then after visiting my mother, after becoming a saint for a religion I never really followed…. Well it started to make more sense. It feels real now in a way that it never did.” She turned to look at him, finding him watching her, the UV blue stripes in his skin glowing blue.

“I believe in the spirits of Anin more than I ever have.”

He smiled at her and squeezed her hand, “I’m glad to hear it.”

They lapsed into silence for a long moment staring up at the ceiling before, inevitably he broke it, “So this makes you like, space Moses.”

She frowned and turned to look at him, “What is a Moses?”

He grinned, “A guy from one of the Earth Religions. You know guy follows god’s directions to lead his people away from slavery, climbs a moutain, recieves the word of god, comes down to give it to the people, that sort of thing.”

Sunny tilted her head slightly to the side, “Are you religious?”

He paused, frowning, “I…. well I…. don’t really know. My family has been some flavor of Christian for a long time.”

“Christian?”

“Uh yeah, The general idea is that there is one all powerful deity who created everything. He has rules and laws that you are supposed to follow, The general tenants of this specific religion mostly boil down to, love everyone and don’t be a dick, which humans are notoriously bad at. You sin you go to hell, a very bad place after you die, and if you are a good person you go to heaven. Problem is everyone is a sinner and breaks the rules, so really no one was going to get into heaven.”

“That sounds bleak….”

“Well that's where the other stuff comes in. Basically this all powerful deity sent down his son in human form to live a perfect life, so when he was martyred he took on the sins of all of humanity and paid for them in the greatest act of mercy to open the gate for the rest of us into heaven.”

Sunny shifted as he tilted to the side to lay in the crook of her arms, “Of course that is just one religion among tons on earth, we aren’t really as cohesive in our beliefs as Drev are….. As for me…. I’m not really sure.”

She tilted her head to the side, cheek resting against his hair, “After seeing space, I become more and more convinced of some….. Thing that created everything, but beyond that it's sort of a tossup.”

She ran one hand through his hair, course but still soft somehow.

“You know my name comes from that religion.”

She turned her head to look at him, “Oh.”

“Adam was the first man.”

“WHat do you mean.:”

Adam shrugged, “He was supposedly the first man that god created, from the dust of the earth…. I think?”

She gave him a sidelong glance, “Look, and you get to be the first idiot in space.”

He snorted and poked her in the ribs.

“There were PLENTY of idiots in space before me, believe you me.”

“Mmm I don’t know, you are pretty dumb.”

He laughed, grabbing a pillow and hitting her with it. She rolled over so she was lying on top of him and then went limp.

He struggled, “Get your big ass off me.”

“Oh no, I have been attacked by a sudden acute case of the, my spine doesn't work anymore disease.”

“If you don’t move, you’ll suddenly find yourself with a case of fist in your face disease.”

She laughed and rolled off him, making su7re the hard parts of her carapace were sticking down for maximum discomfort. 

He grunted.

They returned to lying down next to each other in the half darkness. Sunny reached over and turned on some quiet music in the background as the two of them sat and talked, and laughed.

“I can’t wait to get back to deep space.” He closed his eyes and hummed softly at the thought, “Just the crew and the darkness and nothing ahead of us but an endless frontier.”

Surprisingly, she found the thought to be more than a little comforting, and closed her eyes thinking about the vast reaches of blackness and the endless spinning galaxies. 

“And while we are out we can drop Conn into a pulsar.”

He snorted,

“That billowy bastard would survive and you know it.”

She huffed, “Still though, if I have to hear one more smug lecture how he has a child with you, I’m gonna wring his scrawny neck.”

He grinned teeth flashing blue in the light, “Is someone;.... Jealous?”

Sunny laughed, almost tipping him off the bed and onto the floor with her mirth, “Yes Adam, I am totally jealous, really I am. I mean who wouldn’t want to have a child with YOU, big dumb, dork. Really the perfect place to put my superior genes.”

“Superior genes, says someone who can’t reach the top shelf.”

She kicked him foot clanging off his prosthetic, “I am a foot taller than you.”

He placed his hand next to his ear, “What was that, I can’t hear you over how short you are.”

Sunny shook her head, “At least I have binocular vision and both my knees.”

“And weird neck nostrils, don’t forget about those.”

“Oh yes so I can house them on my face like you and your bigass nose.”

“Low blow, low blow.”

“There are…. Lower things…. I could make fun of.”

He snorted, “Can’t make fun of it if you’ve never seen it. You on the other hand, walking around in the nude.”

“You’re welcome. Who wouldn’t love.” Sse gestured to herself, “This.”

“Mmm yes,.... chitin , very sexy.”

“I am a gift to the universe, and should be appreciated by everyone.” He brushed a hand through his hair, “Well I find that real gifts are gift wrapped, so jot that down.”

“Oh yeah, like a prank gift when you put something lame in a box for something cool.”

He frowned at her, “You wound me,. My feelings are so very very hurt. I might even cry.”

“I drink human tears.”

“That, that’s really gross.’

She laughed and then they lapsed into silence. She could hear him breathing quietly next to her in the darkness, his chest rising and falling under the ambient blue light. She looked across the room to where her saint armor was hanging in it’s climate controlled case illuminated to a pearly sheen.

“Adam.”

“Yeah.”

“You know I’m just kidding about calling you dumb riught.”

“Yeah I know.”

“I’m proud of what you’ve been doing.”

Adam turned to look at her rather incredulous, “Me, of what? I haven’t been doing shit.”

“So we are just going to ignore you overthrowing a maniacal politician while simultaneously piloting a 2,000 year old spacecraft?”

“That was more Conn and Eris than it was me,”

“It was your idea.”

“Lets not forget Admiral Kelly.”

Sunny pulled him closer, “I am sorry, I will not be accepting anything other than you acknowledging that you did a good job.”

“Screw you.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.”

He sighed, “You’ve been talking to Ramirez WAY too much.”

She was only slightly smug as she rested her head back against the pillow, “I really should get up and train.”

“We should.”

Neither of them movies.

“Alternatively we could just…. Lay here…. All day and do… nothing .”

She looked up at the ceiling for a long moment and pretended to be in deep contemplation before “Well it’s official, you have convinced me. You and your silver tongue.”

“I am a master negotiator.”

He shifted position putting one arm behind his head, “Think about it, by this time tomorrow we will be back to space exploring and doing what we should have been doing all along. I can’t wait.”

“That makes two of us.”

[thatbeluga]

Wet Sock Part Nine: Another Sexy, Sexy Return from Hiatus

Part One / Part Two / Wom’s Chapter / Part Three/ Wom 2 / Part Four/Part Five / Part Six / Wom 3 / Part Seven / Part Eight

Elmo was lonely.

For the first time in... for the first time in... however long, she'd finally found someone she could connect to. Someone she truly felt like she belonged with.

But then that facking MARSUPIAL had to ruin it!

Elmo karate chopped the nearest tree, breaking it in half.

"What the hell man, that was so rude my god do you have any manners? Geeeez," the tree whined, before it died.

"This isn't fair," Elmo groaned. "We were supposed to have implied smut in a couple chapters, but that's all ruined now!"

What had Wombat said about Rad? That dating her would be life-threatening? That had to just be Wombat's own discomfort with her dating his mother... right? And in that case, then all she really had to do was talk to him, and explain herself. Surely he'd see he had nothing to worry about with her.

Elmo flicked on her Heely's, and wheeled back towards the manor

...

"Fuck, do you remember what we're supposed to be doing?" Beluga asked, looking out across the desolation outside the manor.

"We're supposed to be bonding over our shared longevity, the lives we've seen, the brief, ephemeral moments of connection we get to have with others before they pass on, the rise and fall of whole kingdoms that cannot break the one constant in time that is our friendship," Fuck said.

"Oh, so Wombat did say we should be bonding over our shared longevity, the lives we've seen, the brief, ephemeral moments of connection we get to have with others before they pass on, the rise and fall of whole kingdoms that cannot break the one constant in time that is our friendship," Beluga said. "I could've sworn he said something about keeping Elmo out of the estate but I guess I was wrong."

"I mean, I also don't remember why we came out here, or why the door was locked, or why I had to throw you at it seven times to break it open, or why I keep getting texts from Wombat asking why he's getting notifications about a security breach when he's having his quest, or why Misp had to capture Rad and put her in the dungeon," Fuck said, flicking their wings.

"Oh my geez, look, Fuck, look, look over there, Fuck, look, look who it is Fuck, look, look who's coming down the path, oh my god, look, Fuck, look who it is," Beluga rambled, smacking Fuck with his tail.

"Something Heely this way comes," Fuck said, as Elmo rolled up to the estate.

"Hey, weird grandparent things, can I talk to you?" Elmo asked, rolling up to a stop. Beluga and Fuck looked at each other.

"Hold on," Beluga said. "I'm gettin' a little red flag up in m'brain. Something about this isn't right."

"Right, right, I'm also getting that sense," Fuck said. "Should we ignore the red flag?"

"Don't we always?"

"You, person," Fuck said, smacking Elmo with a wing. "It's hella windy out here, and my auditory sensors haven't been updated since like the seventies. Why don't we talk about this inside?"

"That's a great idea, Fuck," Beluga said, opening the door to the manor. "I'll go put the kettle on!"

...

Far away, space and time rippled. A scar, barely healing, was shaken once more. So much time and bloodshed had gone into healing it, and soon, it would all be for nothing.

A tiny hole, no wider than a few atoms, opened.

[n-anon]

Fallout (Chapter 1)

Disclaimer: I don’t know how long this will be yet in terms of chapters, BUT THIS IS A SEQUEL SERIES. If you’re planning to read this, Please read My multi-chapter series of Ready Aim Fire, this will have spoilers to that! I’m linking it down below just so y’all can do so.

Ready Aim Fire Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

Okay done? All good? Then lets go.

Description: And as the ashes settle, everyone tries to return to what’s normal....And what’s left.

(TW: mentions of death, burning, and self-blame)

“Its been two weeks. His funerals on Tuesday. Are you coming?” Marvin stared at his hands. Still imagining the fire as it leaked through is fingers, he sighed, staring up at Schneep. “....Yeah. Of course.” Schneep nodded, jotting it down, he then set down the notepad, and grabbed  the cup of coffee, drinking from it eagerly, “Okay. Now talk to me.”  Marvin scowled, “I-I can’t. You know that.” Schneep hummed, “Can’t? Or Won’t? Jackie told me you will hardly speak to him. Hell, you can’t even look JJ in the eye. You did what you needed. It doesn’t make it any easier, yes. But locking yourself up for it in your own little mind prison and not talking is going to make it worse.” Marvin grit his teeth, the urge to just-burst out. Let it all burn.....let it go. He couldn’t. Not now. “Also. Jackie says the police need an account, they want it to go well with the public....That you didn’t mean to burn it down.” Marvin opened his mouth angrily, but Schneep cut him off, “I know you meant to burn it down, we all do. But ze people don’t. They want assurances that as Jackie’s new sidekick you weren’t trying to burn it down. That’s what their calling you by the way.” 

Marvin snorted. He was hardly a sidekick. He was the whole damn show...but the show was a mess. He nodded silently, “Can I go now?” Schneep sighed, then took another sip from his coffee, “Yes. Again, if you ever need to talk....well-You know.” the Magician nodded and with that he stormed out, unintentionally slamming the door as Schneep winced, and turned back to his work. He grabbed his pencil and began working, yet again. Of course, Marvin wasn’t the only one going through something right now...they were all suffering. The pieces were on the floor, and he didn’t know who was going to pick them up. Not without.....Nein. They would make it. It would be hard.....But they had to. His phone rang and he answered. “Dr. Schneeplestein’s office, how can I help you today?” 

JJ stood at the pier, staring at the spot. His fists were clenched, remnants...ashes. That’s all it was now. No heartbeat. Nothing he could do. The blaring yellow of the caution tape surrounding what little was left of them....He was happy. Sad.....All mixtures of emotions he couldn’t express out loud. He thought that when he died...It would return. That he could finally....But that was a dream, a false hope that kept him going. And now? All that was left was just the rubble. He felt the hand on his shoulder and the familiar steps. “Jameson? If you’re not ready we can-” He shook his head, and walked forward, glancing at the crumbled warehouse, “I just want to make sure there are no weird temporal differences...is all. They still found the knife, like you-made....them do. I’m just...worried, call it double checking.” Jackie told him that afternoon, JJ was eager to at least get out of the house, seeing boxes piled up near his door was too much to bare. If he was just stronger-No. They would’ve eventually found out. At least, that’s what he told himself. Jackie motions to the security guards, he had told them that JJ was a private investigator friend, he just wanted to double check, what little the police force knew of Anti-before...this, wasn’t much, but they understood he was dangerous, and could probably kill everyone in town if he wasn’t actually dead. He walked, looking around, what was left of the body of Chase had been removed. He sighed, closing his eyes as tears came up, he couldn’t think of that right now. He had to focus. He reached out for anything. Any sign, looking at his wrists he remembered the connection that was there before everything went wrong. Nothing. Not even a yoink. He turned to Jackie, and shook his head. Jackie seemed to relax, as he patted JJ on the shoulder, and the man left in a daze, he needed to get out. To breathe. Jackie stayed behind to talk to the cops, as he made the long journey home.

Stacy Brody wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or just dying inside, but she cried anyway. Finding out that Chase did none of the things he thought he did, Jackie’s final explanation filled with words of vitriol and persuasion, her mind swam as she tried to wrap her mind around it all, but one thing was clear. Chase had died a hero. And she was going to do what little she could to make sure he had a funeral like one. “Mommy?” She turned to see their-her youngest son, still wearing that hat Chase gave him, he looked so much like-She wiped the tears from her eyes and turned off the sink, “What’s wrong?” She asked, turning to him and pulling on her best smile, “Nothing, honey. Just remembering your dad.” The boys expression grew muted, sad, quiet, “Oh.” She had surmised he would know what was happening soon enough anyway, and what kind of mother would she be if she kept that from them? They deserved to know what happened...what kind of person their dad was, before they started forgetting, anyway. “Is...Are Uncle Jackie and the rest gonna be at the funeral?” Her son asked in a quiet voice, “Of course honey, they’ve assured me they’ll make it.” She knew the kids all loved their adoptive ‘Uncles’ “Now, where’s your sister?” The boy crossed his arms, “She’s still in her room.” Stacy sighed, “Okay. I’ll go talk to her, its time for both of you to get to bed anyway. Its late.” The boy pouted, “But mom-” Stacy walked up and picked him up, he was just 8, and she was tired. “C’mon, help me go get your sister to bed, alright, Grayson? You gotta be strong for mommy. If you go to bed early we can read that story about sharks you love so much.” Her sons eyes lit up and she smiled softly, as he ranted on about sharks, she closed her eyes, we’ll be fine. I think.

‘Oh, so you’re new? Welcome to the group chat! You got a name or nickname you use?’

‘You can just call me Blip for the moment, I usually go by that lol. Sorry to hear about your dad D: that really sucks. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here. We all are, I think. Anyway yeah I know we’ve just met but hey, if you need someone to talk to...’

‘Absolutely! We’ll help you in anyway, if you need anything, we’ll be here for ya Oli.’ 

‘Thanks guys... I might honestly just take a quick break from....everything, ya know?’

‘Understandable, take all the time you need!’

‘Yeah. I think I can figure out how this place works before too long :P’

Oli laughed at the comment, and smiled, she was glad her friends understood that, she let out a hiccup and wiped the tears from her eyes. She just didn’t know what to think right now, Everyone online was saying it was an accident. She wasn’t stupid. She knew Uncle Marvin had something to do with it, and the funeral was the best place to confront him about it, they needed to know the truth, if not for her for Grayson...at least. She sighed as a knock on the door came, and she exited the chat without much of a goodbye, and laid in bed, “Olivia honey, are you awake?” Her mothers voice creeped through, she let out a very fake snore, hoping she’d take the hint as her mother sighed, “Okay...Love you honey.” She heard the door close as she just buried her face in the pillow, and eventually she fell asleep for real, dreaming of fire.

(A/N: THIS IS A LONG BOI. Also sorry for this very sudden, very out of nowhere sequel series, @rogue-of-broken-time’s post about posting fics we never thought we would make really got me thinking, and eventually thinking got me to go like ‘lol what if I wrote a sequel series based in this uni about the aftermath. And yes the sons name is Grayson cuz haha references, and if you get that reference, you get a gold star. Hope you enjoyed, and as for how long this series is gonna be-Uh...No idea lol We’ll see. This is just mostly set-up. If you want to be added to the tag list, as always, send me a DM, comment below, or ask, and I’ll get right on it!)

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[sanderssidesfanfiction]

Royal Growing Pains - Chapter Twenty Seven

Warnings: Homophobia, transphobia, misgendering, sympathetic Deceit

Royal Growing Pains Tag

Roman reluctantly climbed off the bed with Damien and left the bedroom. To his mild surprise, both his mother and Damien’s parents were waiting right around the corner. His mind froze. He had hoped he would have more time to think this through. But no, he had to answer now, apparently, and he had no words to explain his actions.

He was. So screwed.

Damien intertwined his hand with Roman’s and Roman took a breath. He wasn’t going to speak until spoken to, if only to buy him a few more seconds to think.

His mother barely gave him half of a single second. “Have you nothing to say for yourself, Veronica?” she seethed.

Roman just stared at his mother blankly and shrugged. “Nope,” he said.

“Stop being cute, Veronica, it’s not a good look on you,” his mother hissed. “I demand an explanation!”

“I told you I’m not speaking to you until you apologize to Damien. That is all I will say until you apologize,” Roman insisted.

“I will not apologize for saying the truth!” his mother growled.

“And yet you want Roman to apologize for being himself?” Damien mumbled next to Roman, and Roman snorted.

“Damien, don’t be ridiculous. To say there was never any sort of double-standard in my family would be a blatant lie,” Roman responded, smirking at Damien as his mother grew red.

“Veronica, pack your things,” his mother growled. “We’re leaving.”

“You wait just a minute, Diana,” the Queen said, ice in her voice. “You were so desperate to marry your child off that you threatened war. You’ve been nothing but antagonistic towards both your own child and ours. I will not allow you to simply return to your country to lick your wounds because you don’t like that our son refuses to be pushed around like you’re used to. You put everyone here through hell to accommodate your wishes. If you choose to force your way back home, then my husband and I will go public with what you threatened us with in order to agree to this. You think you have a PR nightmare at home now? That will be nothing compared to what you have on your hands after today. This wedding will occur, whether you like it or not, unless you’d rather your country hold an uprising knowing everything that you and your husband threatened us with?”

Roman’s jaw dropped open as his mother sputtered and tried to come up with an explanation. None came out of her mouth.

The Queen turned to Roman. “My dear, would you rather be known as Roman or Veronica?”

Roman’s heart leapt into his throat. “Sorry?” he asked.

“Your mother has been forcing you to be someone you’re not for too long. If you wish to go by Roman, we will respect that.”

Damien squeezed Roman’s hand next to him and Roman took a shuddery breath, tears coming to his eyes. “I...” he knew what he had to do if he wanted his mother even remotely cooperative. But the King and the Queen were giving him an out, a guaranteed wedding. He never thought he might want that, and yet, here he was. “I...don’t know.”

The Queen tilted her head to the side. “You don’t have to be anyone you’re not, sweetheart, it’s fine.”

“I...I know. I know that.” Roman took a breath. “It’s just...when I wanted to go by Roman. It was an experiment. It was all an experiment, to see how I would feel as the opposite gender. I had felt like a boy for years, true, but...but I still didn’t know if presenting as male would ring more true than presenting as female. I pushed back against my mother, because I wanted the freedom to experiment. But...I still...don’t know.”

The tears slipping down Roman’s cheeks as he spoke those words were real. It broke his heart that he had to play the part of the confused child when his opportunity to be himself was right there. But if he wanted Remus at the wedding, if he wanted continued contact with his friends, if he wanted to see anyone at home again, he had to play into this, just a while longer. “I thought...I thought I knew,” Roman said. “I thought I was sure when I pushed back. I wanted the freedom to experiment, and I wanted that freedom to be myself, whoever that was. But as this week continues...I don’t know. I don’t know who I am.”

The Queen looked him over. Damien was giving him glances. His mother was still red in the face. “Part of me...part of me wants to be Roman,” he said. “But there’s another part of me that I find difficult to explain. And I want to figure out what that part is as well. I want to know all of me, as best I can, before I make this decision.”

“Of course,” the Queen said, relaxing a fraction. “Still, we must call you something.”

Roman nodded. “You can call me Roman,” he said. “I still want to experiment. To see if it sits right. Give me twenty-four hours as Roman, and I’ll have a decision for you tomorrow afternoon. I just...I just need time.”

“We can do that,” the Queen said with a smile. “Now. As for you two running off...”

Roman and Damien got double-teamed by the King and Queen, talking about how they were scared to death and if they needed time alone, all they had to do in the future was to ask for it, but to never run off like that again. Roman nodded to all of it, and Damien just stood there, agreeing softly at the end. Roman’s mother said nothing the entire time, simply glaring at Roman, and Roman pretended that she wasn’t even there.

When they were ordered to go downstairs and grab something to eat before meeting with the dignitaries, Damien sighed once they were out of their parents’ earshot. “You put on a very convincing act, Roman, I’m impressed.”

“Thank you,” Roman said. “Your parents know it’s an act, I assume?”

“My mother caught on, for certain,” Damien said. “And she can clue my father in.”

Roman nodded. “My mother will expect me to go by my deadname around the dignitaries.”

Damien grimaced. “I don’t suppose that simply not correcting them if they call you either name is acceptable?”

“Not to her. But maybe we could play it off for the sake of the ‘experiment,’” Roman mused.

“And I assume at the end of the ‘experiment’ you’ll allow your mother to deadname you?” Damien asked.

“Lull her into a false sense of security, and then when the wedding comes, be my true self. It’ll keep her quiet until the wedding itself, at the very least,” Roman said. “And it will guarantee that Remus is there.”

Damien nodded. “I don’t like it, but I understand,” he sighed.

Roman laughed a little. “You’re so protective,” he said. “I think it’s a little funny, especially when I’ve been able to handle myself this long.”

“My mother just stepped in to save both of our hides,” Damien pointed out.

“Would she have done that if I hadn’t won her over with my charming smile and good looks?” Roman teased.

“Yes,” Damien said.

“Oh.” Roman considered this new information. “Well, whatever. Minimal interference does not refute the fact I can handle myself.”

“You keep telling yourself that, my love,” Damien laughed.

Roman stuck his tongue out at Damien and Damien did it back with a laugh. They walked into the kitchen and Patton just about shrieked in surprise. “Boys! Where have you been?!”

“Roman’s room,” Damien replied. “Their Majesties already tore into us, no need to call them.”

Patton gave Damien a side-eye. “You remember the first time you lied to me Damien?” he asked.

“We were six, and I said I had worn heelies before and so you didn’t have to worry when we raced around the castle,” Damien said.

“You nearly cracked your skull open when you fell down the stairs and I sobbed so hard I nearly puked because I thought you were dead. And since then I’ve never been able to completely trust you about anything except your inability to cook,” Patton said. “Did you two really get chewed out?”

“Yes, we did,” Roman sighed. “And I got permission to go by Roman for twenty-four hours because my mom was being a witch-with-a-b. But heelies? Do tell.”

“Nothing much else to tell about it,” Patton laughed. “My mom was the head cook before me and I had off school. That happened. You get to go by your name for twenty four hours?”

“As part of an experiment,” Roman agreed. “It’s going to be interesting trying to convince everyone that I didn’t like it enough to continue afterwards, but I get gender euphoria for twenty-four hours.”

“Hey, congrats!” Patton exclaimed, grinning. “That has to be a fantastic feeling.”

“It does feel pretty nice,” Roman said with a shy grin.

“So, Roman,” Patton said with a pointed grin, “Anything I can get you and Damien?”

“Anything that’s filling is fine by me,” Roman said with a shrug. “Damien?”

“I’m not picky, I’m just hungry,” Damien said simply.

“Something fast and filling, got it,” Patton laughed.

A dignitary Roman didn’t recognize walked into the room and snorted. “I knew I’d find you here eventually, Damien!” he said. “How are you, dear?”

“I’m fine, Max,” Damien responded. “Have you met my fiancé, Roman?”

“Never had the pleasure,” Max said, walking over and shaking Roman’s hand.

Roman smiled at Max and said, “I assume you have, however, seen my mother?”

“Yes, she was fuming after what she referred to as your ‘little stunt’ and I must say, anyone who can irritate someone that uptight is a friend in my book.”

Roman laughed. “Uptight is certainly a...kind word for her. I prefer ‘control freak,’ among others.”

“Transphobic, cruel, stubborn, and abusive are what I favor for her,” Damien said simply.

“Jesus, don’t do anything by halves, do you?” Roman asked.

“Not when it comes to this particular topic, I’m afraid,” Damien said with a small and pained smile.

Roman scratched the back of his neck. “Just don’t let her hear you say that and you should be fine. She pokes fights with everyone, anyone who knows her won’t be surprised if she snarls at you.”

Damien made a discontented noise. “I now understand why the diplomats from your country are recorded as some of the kindest and most patient in all the world. And I have to say, that if this is what they have to put up with daily, it’s a surprise any of them make it through the training process.”

Roman laughed and Max winced in sympathy. “Yeah, Her Majesty can certainly be a piece of work,” Max mumbled. “Don’t tell her I said that, of course.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Roman assured. “Especially when I know exactly what you have to go through around her when she likes you on a good day.”

Patton came over with food for Roman and Damien and both of them made quick work of it, chatting with Max in between bites. When they had both finished lunch, they shared a look. “I’m not ready to go out to all the other dignitaries,” Roman groaned. “I’m tired, and I want a break from the wedding and the performance around it.”

“I know, my love,” Damien said, kissing Roman’s knuckles. “But I won’t make you go through this alone, if it’s any consolation.”

Roman shrugged. “It’s nice, but the fact remains that this will be a highly draining act, explaining everything that is going on.”

“I can help explain a few things, if you’d like?” Max offered. “Go to the little groups around the room and chat with them before they get to you?”

“You’d do that?” Roman asked, relief evident in his voice.

“Of course,” Max said. “I probably can’t get every group, but I know enough people to know who to talk to about it, and the rest of the room will hear the gossip soon enough.”

“Nice,” Roman said. “I’d appreciate that.”

Max offered Roman a smile. “Shall we get to the ballroom, then? Everyone is waiting for the both of you.”

“Let’s get it over with,” Damien said, linking his hand in Roman’s.

Roman walked side-by-side with Damien as they entered the room, and Roman shuffled a little closer as nearly everyone turned to look at them. “I found Their Highnesses in the kitchen!” Max exclaimed with a little laugh. “Try not to flood them!”

Roman put on his best polite smile and Damien stood next to him, looking relaxed but somewhat resigned. Immediately, the closest group to the door came over and dragged them into a conversation about the wedding. What they planned to wear, and oh, wasn’t it exciting, and what was their first dance going to be? Roman responded with answers that ranged from, “Yes, I suppose it’s rather exciting,” to “I want to leave the details of the wedding to be a surprise.” Damien was similar, trying to deflect any questions specifically about Roman’s dress, and anything that spoke about “the bride.”

Dysphoria stabbed Roman in the chest every time someone said that, but still he smiled and responded politely. They didn’t get a word in edgewise with the first group, and couldn’t explain that Roman was going by Roman for the day. The second group, though, Max had spoken to, and it was a breath of fresh air when someone asked, “So, how are the grooms-to-be faring?”

Roman laughed, beaming and honestly answering, “We’ve been all right,” as Damien smiled at the dignitary who had asked the question.

The conversations were about things that Roman didn’t find important, for the most part, but he was able to answer them honestly and openly, seeing as how his mother currently was not in the room. Damien, again, deflected prying questions about Roman’s gender and anything related to the reveal at the wedding. Roman squeezed Damien’s hand as they were let go to another group. “What was that for?” Damien asked.

“For being willing to help dodge questions about the wedding day,” Roman said with a small smile. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, my love, it wouldn’t do for the surprise to be spoiled,” Damien responded.

“A surprise?” a dignitary asked. “What sort of surprise?”

“A secret surprise,” Damien replied simply. “And no, you will not get either of us revealing anything more about it.”

Conversation became a bit more prying after that, but Roman and Damien didn’t give anything up. They talked, they laughed, and never once did they let go of each other’s hands. Their parents walked into the room at some point, which Damien pointed out by mumbling, “The Dragon Witch has entered.”

Roman took an inconspicuous look around the room and spotted her and Damien’s parents talking with a few other people. “Great,” Roman sighed.

“Don’t worry, we can get through this,” Damien said, voice holding a lot more confidence than Roman felt.

The afternoon went on slowly, everyone’s shadows slowly creeping longer and longer, until the sun was definitely setting. Roman and Damien went through the last group of dignitaries and both of them sat down in a corner of the room with a sigh. “This is so hard,” Roman sighed. “I know my mother caught me smiling a couple times when people called me Roman. How do I know if she’s going to buy my story tomorrow, asking to go back to Veronica?”

“She’s desperate enough to not question it too much, I think,” Damien murmured back. “I mean, she shouldn’t be, but she is. I can’t wait for that world to crash around her, and real life to kick her in the face.”

“That would be great,” Roman snorted. “I doubt it would happen, but it’s nice to dream...”

“It will happen, if for no other reason than because I will ensure it happens,” Damien said. “I’ve put up with too much from her to not gloat.”

“Fair enough,” Roman laughed, resting his head on Damien’s shoulder.

Damien kissed Roman’s head and murmured, “Do you think we can be affectionate around your mother while you’re performing this little ‘experiment’?”

“I don’t know,” Roman admitted. “She’s quite obviously homophobic. I think if we’re affectionate she’ll try to brush it off. She’s realizing that scolding me doesn’t have much of an effect on my behavior here, and she can’t take away my phone; I won’t let her do that again. So we can do as we please within reason. Eventually, she’ll find a threshold where being at risk of a PR disaster is worth it if I’m in her grasp again, so we’d have to tread lightly on the bigger stuff, but I think just being close, like this, sitting together, isn’t as big of a deal.”

“So what I’m hearing is that I won’t get to kiss you for the next twenty four hours,” Damien sighed.

“Sadly,” Roman agreed. “If we did that, she would instantly freak out and drag me home by my ear.”

Damien winced. “She’s a horrible woman.”

“She is,” Roman agreed softly. “Don’t tell her that I said that.”

“Of course not,” Damien said. “Everyone knows that men are the only ones who are allowed opinions anyway.”

“Hey!” Roman exclaimed, a fraction of a decibel too loud, as some people looked over at them. “I’ll have you know that I am a man. A manly man. A man who is manly!”

“Of course you are,” Damien said. “I was trying to play off a joke from your mother’s flawed logic. Was it not funny?”

“Strikes a little too close to home,” Roman said, lips pressed into a thin line.

“My apologies, in that case,” Damien said.

They turned to look at the crowd in the ballroom and lapsed into silence. “Dinner is going to be a trial,” Damien sighed. “Not everyone here will be staying for dinner, but enough people will be that we cannot escape the horrors that are small talk and wedding planning.”

Roman laughed. “I’m not looking forward to it either,” he admitted. “At least your descriptions of everything are funny, though.”

“Well, good, I’m glad,” Damien said, puffing out his chest a little and preening under the praise.

“And I think dinner will be at least somewhat bearable,” Roman said.

“Oh? And why would that be?” Damien asked.

Roman squeezed their intertwined hands and smiled. “Because we’ll be going through it together.”

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ʻ   /   wow ,   i  am  so  excited  to  introduce   jessica delaunchy   to  our  current  students  at  cape  coral .   she  is  extremely  excited  to  join   track / field  &  latin .   coming  in  as  a  twenty one  year  old   junior  ,  they  shouldn’t  worry  about  fitting  in .   the   cisfemale  leo   has  always  reminded  me  of   zoë love smith   ,  but  some ��people  don’t  see  it .   trying  to  keep  the  fact  that   she was under witness protection    from  getting  around  this  school  is  going  to  be  tough .  no  worries ,   though ,   cape  coral  will  create  a  new  life  for  them ,   i  assure  you .  ʼ 

                     hiya  beans  !  i’m  nae  (   she  /  her  ,  twenty  ,  australia  gal  /  acst tmz !  )  and  i’m  real  pumped  to  get  crackin’  &  introduce  you  to  this  walking  tragedy !   ──   this  is  my  gal  jess  ,  who  is  rlly  smthin  else  ,  phew .  i  truly  am  in  love  with  her  tho   &  i  hope  ya’ll  like  her  too !  click  ....  the  ....  read  more  ....  now .

basic stats .  

*    find  her  full  stats  here !

current  legal  name  :  jessica  blaire  delaunchy.

nickname  /  alias  :  jess  ,  jj.  /  none.  

gender  /  pronouns  :  cisfemale  ,  she / her.

dob  /  age  :  august 13 1998.  /  twenty one.

place  of  birth  :  long  beach  ,  california.

currently  living  :  portland  ,  maine.

ethnicity  :  curaçao  ,  indonesian.

nationality  :  american.

languages  spoken  :  primarily  english  ,  learning  latin .

religion  :  her  father  was  christian  &  her  mother  was  muslim  ,  so  she  was  exposed  to  both  growing  up  (  her  dad  wanting  her  to  feel  closer  to  her  mother  in  a  way.  )   jess  doesn’t  really  know  which  bracket  she  falls  in  ,  if  at  all  ,  so  instead  she  respects  both .  does  this  make  sense ..... no.

sexual  /  romantic  orientation  :  pansexual  ,  panromantic.

occupation  :  self - employed  ,  ig ?  she  takes  odd  jobs  wherever  possible  ,  and  the  $$  is  always  under  the  table   :  house / pet / baby sittin’  ,  deliveries  ,  written  papers  /  tutoring  ,  even  ...  dare  i  say  it  ...  gambling.  

education  :  scholarship  student  at  cape  coral  international  school.

major  :  archaeology. 

biography . 

*    tw  :  parental  /  family  death  ,  murder  ,  gang  activity  ,  &  nae’s  obsession  with  rlly  bad  tragic  backstories .

the  unfortunate  beginning  to  this  story  is  this  :  a  girl  understands  death  before  she  understands  life  ;  a  sad truth  ,  a  lost  mother  on  the  birthing  bed  as  they  try  reviving the  infant  &  succeed  ,  a  broken  family  from  day  one  ━  she’s  born  novi  ovard  ,  with  a  head  of  thick  raven  hair  &  a  set  of  lungs  you  can  hear  three  floors  down  ,  but  healthy ,  alive  ;   her  mother  meets  a  much  more  grim  fate  that  very  hour  ,  and  it’s  almost  as  if  she  carries  that  misfortune  as  a  stain  for  the  remainder  of  her  childhood  ,  because  if  she  wasn’t  here  ,  maybe  her  mother  would  have  been . 

her  father  is  a  stern  man  ,  strict  &  abrasive  ;  he  loves  his  daughter  though  ,  that  is  crystal .  nora  grows  up  wanting  little  ,  and  some  could  say  that  is  her  father’s  way  of  over - compensating  for  the  lack  of  maternal  parent  in  the  household  and  the  way  he  works  long  hours  at  the  police  department .  he  remarries  when  nora  is  twelve  ,  to  a  woman  with  a  couple  of  daughters  &  a  son .  it’s  not  a  bad  thing  ,  no  evil  step - mother  or  new  step - siblings  horror  stories  ;  nora  likes  the  feel  of  a  feminine  presence  ,  likes  having  siblings  to  confide  in .  most  importantly  ,  she  sees  her  father  smile  for  the  first  time  in  years  ,  and  that’s  more  than  enough .  it’s  a  family  ,  not  entirely  by  blood  ,  but  it  feels  just  as  close  ;  like  pieces  that  finally  form  a  whole .    

FAMILY  OF  FIVE  FOUND  MURDERED  IN  LONG  BEACH  SUBURBAN  HOME  :  nora  comes  home  from  a  night  out  with  friends  to  find  strange  men  in  her  house  &  bloody  stains  on  the  carpet .  they  don’t  see  her  ,  if  they  had  perhaps  she  wouldn’t  be  breathing  right  now  ,  but  she  see’s  them  and  that’s  just  as  bad  ━  the  lights  flash  bright  red  &  blue  as  the  cops  ask  for  a  recount  of  the  events  that  occurred  ,  but  she  can  only  describe  faces  and  remember  a  few  names  shouted  as  the  culprits  ran  from  the  crime  scene .  they  presume  it’s  connected  to  the  L.A  mafia  ,  looking  for  justice  from  a  cop  that  did  them  dirty  a  few  years  back  ,  but  there’s  not  enough  evidence  yet  &  they  say  her  safety  is  at  risk  now  .  so  ,  they  offer  her  protection  ,  say  it’s  for  the  best  if  she  leaves  her  california  life  behind  ,  leave  everything  behind  and  start  anew .  

portland  is  a  big  city  ,  not  entirely  ideal  but  it’ll  do  for  now .  she  leaves  california  as  novi  ovard  ,  and  is  reborn  as  jessica  delaunchy  in  maine   ━   no one  remembers  a  jessica  delaunchy   ,  or  at  least  ,  no one  truly  knows  who  she  is .  she  lives  with  her  aunt  ,  no   ;  her  parents  work  overseas  so  she  lives  alone .  she’s  from  somewhere  in  west  virginia  ,  except  she  doesn’t  sound  like  it  ,  so  maybe  it  was  oregon  ?  apparently  she  got  expelled  from  her  last  school  for  setting  fire  to  the  gym  ,  or  was  it  trashing  the  headmaster’s  coupé  ?  in  truth  ,  not  much  truth  is  known  about  jessica  delaunchy .  she’s  only  at  cape  coral  because  the  thought  of  getting  a  free  ride  to  an  expensive  school  sounded  appealing  ,  and  a  refreshing  change  from  a  life  of  constant  camouflage  ;  she  only  joins  track  ,  because  everyone  hates  track .  she  only  joins  the  latin  club  because  who  really  has  the  patience  for  it  ?  jessica  blends  in  ,  jessica  is  just  jessica  ━  an  enigma  ,  hell  in  heelys  ,  possible  undercover  secret  agent  (  ?  )  and  a  heck  of  a  lot  of  fun  to  have  by  your  side  on  friday  nights .  

other  tid  bits .

phew  ,  where  do  i  begin  .  .  .  in  general  she’s  a  pretty  fun  gal  !  knows  how  to  let  loose  &  have  a  good  time .  we’re  here  for  a  fun  time  ,  not  a  long  time  ,  homeboys .  

this  is  also  her  downfall  because  she  will  literally  do  ANYTHING  to  have  fun  ━ jump  from  a  moving  car ?  sounds  cool .  jump  into  a  tank  full  of  piranhas ?  best  idea  she’s  ever  had  ,  get  the  camera  ,  tony .

does  NOT  understand  boundaries !!  at  all  !!  she’s  not  sorry !!

bit  of  a  compulsive  liar  too  tho  ??  she’s  one  of  those  people  that  you  never  rlly  know  if  they’re  telling  you  the  truth  or  just  mucking  around  ,  which  she  is  like  99 %  of  the  time  ,  and  no  -  matter  how  much  you  pester  her  ,  she  will  just  come  up  with  more  extravagant  ways  to  deter  you  from  the  truth  because  she  has  some  sort  of  .  .  .  allergy  to  sincerity  ,  ig .  

for  ex  .  don’t  ask  abt  her  family  unless  you  want  a  5  hr  presentation  on  how  she’s  related  to  the  lost  romanov  family  &  was  disowned  because  they  were  too  intimidated  by  her  big  dick  energy .  

really  in  denial  ??  over  everything  that  happened  ??  she’s  been  ignoring  the  truth  for  years  &  tries  not  to  let  her  thoughts  wander  too  close  to  family .  which  is  # yike !  

as  much  as  the  portrays  this  too  cool  for  school  persona  ,  she  actually  enjoys  it !  she’s  v  smart  &  studious  ,  loves  history  ,  philosophy  ,  literature   ,  loves it .

a  complete  DORK .

rlly  bad  attention  span  tho  &  one  of  those  annoying  ppl  that  waits  until  a  person  finishes  talking  and  says  ‘  u  say  smthin ?  ’

lives  on  her  own  w/  her  cat  larry  ,  who  she  uses  as  a  judge  of  character  but  he  hates  everyone  so  its  ....  useless  ,  but  one  day  this  asshole  is  gonna  like  someone  and  she’s  gonna  be  STUNNED .

has  a  big  heart  ....  somewhere .  she  just  forgets  she’s  supposed  to  have  one  sometimes  dfkjlhhfdhg 

will  always  do  the  unconventional  way  of  doing  things  because  she  hates  following  the  norm  or  being  labelled  as  a  stereotype !! def  one  of  those  ‘  i  liked  it  before  it  was  COOL  ’  bitter  ppl  too. 

i  think  that’s  iT ?? I  THINK .

wanted connections .

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[nerdsies]

Graduation Headcanons

So...I graduated! I dedicate these to my terrible public school, my lovely friends, and my writing teacher who has no idea that my final screenplay project was an Anthony Norman self-insert fic I translated into screenplay format.

Race pulled the fire alarm at 2:00 on the last day of school. Brought water guns and started a battle between his friends (and even some students he didn’t really know)

Finch stole people’s things and put them on top of lockers, just out of their reach

Elmer wrote a graduation song to the tune of We’re All In This Together and got Buttons and JoJo to sing back-up vocals. Flawless choreography was, of course, included

Jack brought his Instax camera and took too many photos

Sniper forgot to get everyone to sign his yearbook, so he’s running around frantically getting signatures and goodbye messages

Romeo wrote everyone personal letters about his favourite high school memories with them

Henry slept in and showed up 4 minutes before his name was called, but still looked great

Davey was valedictorian and everyone thought it would be deep and emotional (which it was), but he sprinkled in plenty of memes and at one point put on a tiny cowboy hat on top of his grad cap

Jack teared up at Davey’s cowboy hat. Smiley boy the whole time. Attempted a little heel-click-jump and nearly fell off the stage, but he made it across in one piece.

Les and Sarah came to the ceremony, so incredibly proud of their brother. Sarah was annoyed that she still had another year of school, but clapped and cheered the loudest when “Jacobs, David” was called

Mush was scared he wouldn’t graduate. He’d missed so many classes, lost so many assignments, he was surprised he passed his classes, much less actually got C’s. He had the biggest smile when his name was called, and couldn’t help but jump off the stage instead of the instructed formal step

Blink made Jack paint the school insignia on his eye-patch

Mike and Ike swapped places when their names were called, and only their mother noticed

Tommy Boy flexed after taking his diploma (because of course he did)

Specs forgot his glasses, so he almost tripped three (3) times crossing from one side of the stage to the other. A lot of people thought he was drunk or hungover, but the boys knew he was just blind as a mole-rat

Albert pulled a John Mulaney and got high on cocaine the night before. Still not 100% back to normal, he leaned into the mic on the podium and dedicated his graduation to “Racetrack Higgins, you wonderful son of a bitch, I love you. Thanks for keeping me in school.”

Finch’s gown was the longest size they had, and was still too short. He wore highlighter-green sneakers so everyone would see them.

JoJo didn’t like hearing his full name being called, and he flinched a little when it was. After crossing the stage, he heard Buttons yell, “Hell yeah, JoJo! I’m proud of you!” JoJo couldn’t help but tear up a little as he flashed Buttons a huge grin.

Katherine wrote a grad column every month for the school newspaper. Everyone agreed that her June one was the best, and lots of people asked her to sign their copy of it instead of their yearbook. She thought ahead and wore comfortable flags instead of heels to the ceremony, judgemental looks from other girls turning to jealous ones as the unceasing hours went on

Race wore heelys and zoomed across the stage. The principal was not even slightly amused, but the students thought it was amazing. He winked at the crowd after receiving his diploma, and enthusiastically threw his cap higher than everyone else.

Crutchie could not stop smiling. He was so proud of himself and his family friends. It took a moment for him to respond to “Morris, Charles,” but a little nudge from the girl behind him triggered another smile as he made his way across the stage

Smalls was ridiculously hyper. He kept bouncing on the balls of his feet and could not, for the life of him, stay still. He dropped his diploma as soon as it was handed to him, but laughed it off with a bow before hurrying off to sit with his friends

Buttons cried in the car before going out. Everyone had always said high school was the best time of their lives and that’s what he expected going in. But it wasn’t — not at all. He was bullied and friendless for the first two years...until he found his friends, his family, and everything changed. He was Buttons, and he belonged, and life didn’t seem so awful anymore. He could be himself, be loud and proud and not give a damn. He checked his reflection in the rear-view mirror, wiped his tears, adjusted his cap and joined the others to take pictures before they had to get in line. He got some group polaroids from Jack’s camera (they got Medda to take the pictures so everyone could be in them) and hung them up in his bedroom. He kept one in his wallet, too, for safekeeping

Elmer, Buttons, Sniper, and JoJo did a Charlie’s Angels-like photo — as did Race, Albert, and Finch

Everyone went to Brooklyn for the grad party that night. Medda kept her phone close-by in case of emergency or anyone needed to be picked up

[sciencelings-writes]

Heart of Gold-Titanium Alloy: Chapter 1: The Curse of Peter Parker

find more chapters on here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16127408

Peter had always had terrible luck. He assumed that it was just a curse after Uncle Ben died and now he was sure of it. He wasn’t sure how, but he had managed to go through four parents in less than sixteen years.

There wasn’t anything that he could’ve done. Aunt May was just on her way to work while he was on his way to school. They were miles apart but Peter felt like he should have been there. At least so she wouldn’t have been alone. But now she was gone. Just like Uncle Ben and his parents. So yeah, he was definitely cursed.

It had been hell to get the call while he was at school. He left the high school without telling anyone as being tardy to class was the least of his worries. He had taken the subway to the hospital that May had been rushed to. She was gone before he even arrived.

It was a blur from there. There was crying and an agent from some child related government service or something. Peter couldn’t make himself listen. All he heard was something about being young enough for foster care, not having any living relatives and an empty apology.

It was deja vu of Uncle Ben all over again. He had the same reaction of an explosion of emotion including unbearable anger and sadness followed quickly by numbness. It took a little while longer to get to the acceptance part of grief.

Despite being young and there being several years to get over it, Peter was still tormented by his parents deaths. Then there was the loss of Ben and he was back in the cycle. It was barely a year and a half to deal with Ben’s death before May joined him.

Peter was not known for his healthy coping mechanisms. He ditched his foster home as often as he could, he went out Spiderman-ing for hours longer than he usually did. Eventually he just decided to run away from his foster home. He was successfully homeless for a week before someone called CPS on him and he was back in the system. That was the cycle. It repeated itself four times until he met Harley.

Harley was his age and was the only one that treated him like he wasn’t made of glass. Harley’s mother died after they had moved to New York from Tennessee for a business opportunity. His little sister got adopted a years before Peter even met him. He didn’t take any of Peter’s shit when they were put in the same foster home. Of course, they became friends.  

Peter found out Harley was incredibly smart and had even helped Mr. Stark during the whole Mandarin thing. That was pretty cool. Harley was sarcastic and dry witted and was as much of a nerd as he was. Harley was also more confident than Peter could ever be. It was nice having more than one friend.

It took a month of lying to Mr. Stark and hoping that the billionaire didn’t care. After the whole vulture thing, Mr. Stark decided to not have Happy in between their communications. Thankfully, the guy was surprisingly easy to lie to. As long as they weren’t face to face. Then it was infinitely harder. Peter was honestly surprised that he was able to last so long.

He was out with Harley, avoiding their foster family, when he got the call. He looked at his phone and raised his eyebrows when he saw the caller ID that popped up. It was Mr.Stark. The caller picture that took up the screen was a rare picture of the billionaire looking ridiculous. He looked at Harley and showed his pseudo-sibling his phone.

“What the fuck? Does Tony just… call you?” Harley’s eyes went wide and he looked at the phone. “Well, answer him! You better tell me what he says. I thought your internship was terminated or whatever…” Peter rolled his eyes and answered the phone.

“H-hey Mr. Stark… what’s up?” Peter tried to sound casual but his voice broke and he stuttered so that didn’t work out so much.

“Hey kid, you okay? You sound nervous. Please don’t tell me you’re going after another animal themed super-villain behind my back…” Mr.Stark immediately sounded suspicious but Peter was kind of confident in his ability to keep big secrets. Not little ones, but the whole being Spider-Man one was relatively still a secret.

“I’m fine, everything’s fine…” Peter said too quickly before he covered the phones microphone and looked at Harley. “I’ll tell you what he says but can you give me a minute? You can get yourself a coffee or something…” He hissed as Harley rolled his eyes.

“Only if you’re paying.” Harley nodded and held out his hand for money. Peter sighed and managed to get his wallet and give Harley a five-dollar bill. Harley grinned and strolled into a nearby coffee shop. Peter put his attention back to his call.

“You are really bad at lying Mr.Parker. Tell me what’s up.” Mr.Stark ordered.

“I mean, it’s fine, it’s not a Spider-Man thing or anything…” Peter muttered.

“Spit it out. Come on, my time is precious. Did you get a girlfriend or something?” Peter could hear Mr.Stark smirking and he winced.

“No… I learned my lesson after homecoming. No girl deserves my flaking and all that. I’m not particularly desirable anyway. Uh, It’s not that. It’s not… anything like that. Don’t worry.” He rambled.

“When you say ‘don’t worry,’ I automatically worry. Just tell me.” Mr.Stark insisted.

“I swear that it’s nothing. I’m not dying or anything.” Peter winced at his own words. He may not be dying but it would’ve hurt less if he did instead.

“You better not be. Whatever, maybe if you ask your aunt if you can do an overnight thing for the internship, we can work on your suit in the compound. It’ll be fun.” Peter winced.

“Yeah… will do. I gotta go, I’m with a friend and I don’t want to keep him waiting.” Peter rushed his words because the last thing he wanted to do was tell Mr.Stark what was actually going on.

“I’ll find out what you’re hiding kid. I know that something is up. But i guess it’s good that you’re hanging out with your friend. Don’t do drugs, we don’t know how your body will react to heroin anyway, don’t take the tracker out of your suit and tell me if you get dramatically injured.” Mr.Stark ordered.

“Yeah yeah, of course. I’m not doing any drugs if NyQuil gets me sick. Maybe I should figure that out… I don’t want to get gravely injured and have no painkillers that will work. It’s too bad that Doctor Banner is off of the grid, he would be one of the best people to talk to, you know? If anyone knows about weird DNA, it’s the Hulk.” Peter rambled to try to convince Mr. Stark that he was fine and normal.

“Yeah that’s a good idea. There’s a woman in Korea that could be good at that kind of stuff, we could discuss it so you don’t have to worry about it. Anyway, bye kid, play with your legos or whatever.” Peter chuckled as he hung up and walked to the coffee shop where Harley was waiting with two lattes.

“So… what did he say? Why is your superhero boss calling you?” Harley took a danty sip out of his latte as he handed Peter the one that he got for him. Harley got Peter one of those brightly colored ones but he didn’t mind. The joke was on Harley as Peter loved unicorn themed foods.

“He was just checking up on me I guess. I was his personal intern so he could be worried about me? I’m not sure. That wasn’t it, apparently he wants me to work on him with some things up at the compound. At the moment, It’s nothing too cool. I’ll tell you when I get to work on rocket boots or something.” Peter shrugged and indulged in his overly sweet drink. “I think we’re going to be working with someone in Korea to work on medical stuff. I guess it would be helpful to use Starktech in the medical field.” Peter smiled as he thought about it.

“I mean yeah, didn’t Tony make those prosthesis for his friend? It would make sense that they would integrate the tech for other medical things. Imagine the kind of prosthesis he could make for people without limbs. Like dude, He could make an arm with more features than a smartphone.” Harley shrugged.

“I mean, imagine a robotic leg with a camera on the toes or something. Just do yoga and you could take a selfie. Someone could just have one rocket boot.” Peter grinned. It was a silly image.

“It would be hard to steal shit from you if it’s actually stored in your body. You could keep your tunes literally in your armpit.” Harley matched his grin. “I would have a compartment just for skittles.”

“What about rocket powered roller skates as default transportation? That would be fun…” Peter imagined Iron Man with roller skates instead of hoverboots. He would have to talk to Mr.Stark about it.

“Not quite practical but other than that… It’s a cool idea. Like extreme heelys.” This made Peter laugh a little.

“If I ever get a hold of an Iron Man suit, I am definitely adding retractable wheels that are motorized. Then when Mr. Stark is fighting aliens or whatever, he can roll away from attacks.” Peter made a little motion with his hand to demonstrate the greatness of wheely rocket shoes for a superhero.

“You better. If you do, you have to send me Tony’s reaction. I could see it being a perfect reaction image.”

“I’ll do my best. Mr. Stark does have some stellar facial expressions.”

“Why do you call him that. I mean, sure, he’s your boss kinda, but literally everyone calls him by his full name. I mean Tony Stark is a super iconic name.” Harley raised his eyebrow.

“I was kinda conditioned to call ‘adults’ by their titles out of respect.” Peter made air quotes when it was appropriate. “It kinda stuck. Mr. Stark teases me a little for it but it’s not like it’s that bad of a habit to have.” He shrugged and realized with disappointment that he was nearly done with his colorful latte.

“I’m not attacking you for it, I was just wondering. I mean it’s part of your whole goody-two-shoes polite kid thing right? You act all sweet and perfect but you run away from foster homes and get in fights at school.” Harley scoffed.

“I don’t get into fights.” Peter rolled his eyes. “Or at least I don’t start them… or continue them… Dude have you seen me? I’m a wimp.”

“Sure sure. Just because I’m six inches taller than you doesn’t mean that you’re a wimp. That just makes you tiny.”

“I’m not… tiny…” Peter muttered. Harley looked completely unimpressed. “Okay, I’m kinda small but tiny is going too far.” He admitted to Harleys delight. Harley liked being right and Peter had no problem admitting his faults. Even MJ practically towered over him. He had accepted that his maximum height would not exceed 5’6”.

His internal conflict about his lack of height was interrupted by his phone buzzing.

“You’re popular today Pete…” Harley was only surprised because Peter rarely got calls, so two in the same hour was not normal for him.

“It’s probably Mr. Stark again. I haven’t told him what happened and he doesn’t like not knowing everything. I guess I must have been suspicious enough for him to look into it. I guess I’ll face the music or whatever the term is.” Peter's heart fluttered with anxiety as he answered his phone. “Hey, Mr. Stark, that was quick…”

This time Peter couldn’t make Harley leave so he was going to try to be discrete with the whole Spider-man stuff. If he had to. The problem wasn’t with Spider-Man though, It was with Peter. He was the one with the problems. Spider-Man was relatively unaffected. And that’s all that Mr. Stark cared about. Right?

“Kid.” Mr. Stark’s voice was soft through the phone’s receiver. “What… what happened.”

“I think you already know… Don’t tell be that you didn’t do some research in the last twenty minutes…” Peter’s voice was a little quieter than before.

“I just want to hear you say it. I want to know what happened.” Mr. Stark’s voice was uncharacteristically reserved and it left no doubt in Peter’s mind that the billionaire knew exactly what happened.

“Uh, A month ago, May was… she was in a car accident. I was at school so there was nothing I could do besides rush to the hospital. She was gone before I even got there. I don’t have any family so I got put in foster care. I ran away a few times… but I’m fine now. I have an almost brother and everything.” Peter really tried to sound convincing that he was fine even though he really wasn’t. Who would be?

“Peter…” Mr. Stark sighed. Oh no, he brought out the real names, this must be serious. Peter had been almost exclusively called some nickname by him so when the real names came out, it was not to just be ignored. “Why didn’t you say anything… I could’ve done something.”

“You’re my boss. I didn’t want to… I didn’t want to force you to deal with my problems. If I’m honest, I haven’t even called Ned or anything. I’m still processing it myself…” Peter muttered as Harley awkwardly left to buy a pastry or something. Peter wanted to apologize but Harley had left earshot quickly enough not to take notice. He’ll say sorry when he comes back.  

“This isn’t like not telling me about your homework kid, this is… this is big. I wouldn’t want you to go through that alone. Been there, done that, you know?” For once, Mr. Stark sounded awkward but Peter assumed that it was because of the billionaires emotional constipation. He wasn’t used to trying to comfort people. Peter appreciate the attempt nonetheless.

“Yeah… thanks but, I don’t know. I’m just probably going to be in a temporary family until I can get my inheritance. Then I can buy an apartment or something. Apparently it’s not easy to get adopted as old as I am. And I’m not sure that I want to be thrown into a family for the rest of eternity. I just… I don’t know. Everything changed so fast and I have no idea what to do.” Peter found himself frantically rambling and stuttering out his ideas.

“Well it’s a good thing I don’t have a family then.” Mr. Stark commented quickly.

“Uh, what do you mean?” Peter said slowly.

“Peter, you don’t deserve any of this. I’m not just going to stand by and watch while there’s something that I can do. That’s kind of our motto right? Reckless superheroes and all.” Mr. Stark rushed his words but still managed to sound casual while he was changing Peter’s life. He seemed to do that a lot lately…

“Mr. Stark… I don’t… oh my god, are you serious? You would…” Peter could barely manage sentences as tears welled up in his eyes. While his mentor was emotionally constipated, Peter was the complete opposite. He’s an emotional mess but he didn’t feel bad over getting emotional now. This time he had a valid reason.

“I’m as serious as a terminal illness kid. I can get all of the paperwork done in no time and poof, no more foster care.” Mr. Stark promised. “My only requirement is that you call me Tony instead of the whole mister Stark crap.”

“I’ll try- I just-” Peter sniffled and wiped his tears away, obviously embarrassed. “I’d feel bad for leaving Harley, he’s my foster sibling kinda, we were paired in the same foster house. Apparently he met you during the whole extremis thing. Small world right?” Peter rambled because, holy shit, Tony Stark was serious about adopting him.

“Wait… Harley? Like Harley Keener? Potato gun kid? He’s not only in New York but also in the same foster care system as you?” Mr. Stark sounded surprised.

“Yeah, He said that you guys are connected. His mom uh, actually he can tell you himself. We’re avoiding our foster family and getting highly caffeinated.” Peter waved at Harley and motioned for him to come over. He rolled his eyes and took his time in strolling over.

“You know I’ll have to talk to Pepper but I think that she will agree with me on this whole thing. I think that she would be fine with having children that aren’t in diapers. You met her right?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty badass. I’m surprised that she’s not a superhero herself.” Peter tried to pull himself together before Harley came close enough to see the tears in his eyes. “So Harley just came over, wanna talk to him?” Peter was kind of anxious to let himself internalize what the hell was going on. And he wanted to see Harley react to talking to Tony. Peter still thought it was weird to call Mr. Stark by his first name but he would have to get used to it someday.

“Yeah, hand me to the other kid. I haven’t heard from him since he was like eleven.” Mr. Stark chuckled as Peter handed Harley the phone. Harley looked a little confused as he put his ear to the speaker.

“Hey Tony. What’s up.” Harley handed Peter the muffin that he had bought. Peter was not going to complain, he needed a lot of calories but he usually told Harley that it was because he had a normally high metabolism rather than a superhuman metabolism.

“I know, It’s because we’re connected.” Harley smirked at the phone. Peter tried not to use his super-hearing to intrude on their conversation, but it wasn’t that easy.

“Yeah, my mom died a few years ago. My little sister got adopted a while ago. I haven’t seen her in awhile. Actually I do still have that watch… come on, Pete looks like he just cried, what were you guys talking about?” Harley started out smiling but his expressions changed quickly.  First he looked shocked. Then he put his hand over his face as he started to tear up. He whispered to the receiver of Peters cellphone.

“Really? Tony, Jesus Christ… no. I’m not disappointed, you asshole. Don’t apologize, you didn’t know… shut up, I’m not crying… fine, not as much as Peter is though.” Harley smirked a little at Peter while trying and more successfully hiding his eyes well up.

“Shut up…” Peter muttered as he wiped his eyes again. He honestly didn’t think that he would have a family again. That anyone would actually want him. Then his childhood hero wants to adopt him as soon as he finds out what happened. It was, almost overwhelming. No, It definitely was overwhelming.

“Thank’s Tony… I guess you’ll see us soon. I think that we have to go soon anyway, it’s getting dark. Yeah, I’ll make Peter text you all that stuff. Now go call Pepper!” Harley weakly put down the phone and grinned at Peter.

“What the fuck just happened dude.” Peter’s comment made Harley laugh. Peter realized that this was the happiest he had been since Aunt May had died.

It felt pretty good.

[karens-vest]

newsies pjo au headcanons

more headcanons i made with that one friend i made hp headcanons with

what i say is bold what he was is in italics but sometimes i fucked up who said what

we started making these like right after the hp ones

anyways if you like percy jackson a newsies au w that could be 👌👌👌👌

fUCKIN HELL YES

ok so race is a hermes kid lets get that out of the way bc YES

crutchie is an apollo kiddo fight me on it

katherine is an athena child

o bv

oof whats davey

i’m not really sure?

what if hes like,, a satyr or smth

yes

then i could see jack maybe being a child of zeus?

tjat sounds h ella

now for these headcanons to turn into complete angst

but before that

i could see jack being hella good with a sword

also spot’s an ares kid

definitely ,,

but before angst

crutchie got claimed in the best way ok he accidentally cursed race to speak in rhyme for a week aftee race cheated during ctf

ahdjaj perfect

& like i could see katherine not even needing to be claimed like everyone just knows but like athena’s so proud she’s like “haha yeah that’s my kid”

t b h

spot comes to camp and he looks very angry and shit,, he intimidates even jack then the next week jack is just walking around and he sees spot feedin a chipmunk in the forest out of his hands

p l e a s e

then i could see the delancey bros being some of the demigods trying to bring kronos back

raise ur hand if u wanna punch the delancey brothers

raises both hands

raises one hand bc only oscar i’d slap morris tho bc hes still a dick but mike faist even said that deep down he’s a good guy

true,,

smh did u notice that one (1) time when davey is first getting his papers oscar like checks him out or smth

i only just noticed and its Awkward™

oscar wyd

hold on theres a gif of it i think

also like i love how crutchie said “morning mr. wiesel” & like wiesel actually smiled & he was nice to crutchie like augh crutchie’s so nice

crutchies just like,,, soft

wair wait fpund it

what a mood

right

an y ways back onto the subject of the pjo thing bc we went from,, that to oscar lookin at daveys ass somehow,,

yeah these hcs get very steered away

sw e ats i wonder why that is

o o f

o,, o of

ok so before this gets too off track i think jack would either use the shield thalia had with the medusa head or be too scared to even be near it 

ppff probably the second one

spot called him a pussy for it

but spot got scared too

and then race called him a pussy but race is scared too

theyre all scared

and crutchie just like, picks it up and hes like “woah, this is cool!” he shows no fear 

spot has resolved that crutchie is a cryptid

& jack would be like !? excuse me??? bc he’s supposed to be the one using it & not afraid i mean ut’s the shield zeus used he should too

crutchie is a cryptid, confirmed by,, everyone whos seen him with it is he even real is he even half human???? we just dont know

i mean crutchie & cryptid both have cr at the beginning so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

g asp

i think i cracked the case that yeah hes a cryptid

the world needs to fuckin know weve figured it out

the world will know

gdi

and the journal too

(( we got sidetracked & started talking about newsies quotes. )) ((  “ thEY Was c O R Onas! ” “w oah” ))

anyways back to the pjo newsies au i feel like katherine would send any messages by owl bc her mom’s athena & she thinks it’s cool

h ella like jack and crutchie are out at night,, sneakin around and settin up a prank, and then they just see kath with this bigass owl on her shoulder or smth

then more owls land on her & during ctf she has the owls distract or scratch people she just always has an owl. she names them all. the one that stays with her the most though is named olive.

both boys are confused and jack brings it up once,, but hes kinda rude abt it like “why do u keep those weird owls around?? i keep finding owl droppings everywhere” she g lares at him and the next day he finds owl droppings under his pillow race and crutch make fun of him for it

she’s like,, queen of the owls,, & she likes olives a lot too & bc her mother made the olive tree she can too & sometimes one of the boys is running & she just plops a tree in front of him & he hits it

its race running from spot bc race owes spot like ten dollars for losing a bet and race b reaks his nose its not a happy day

& spot’s like “thanks kath” then takes the money from race chaotic good

race is Not Amused everything bad seems to happen to him

he thinks he got cursed by someone but nah everyone just likes picking on him

a concept; romeo is a son of aphrodite and he just,,, charmspeaks everyone nonstop

it does not work on anyone,, except crutchie and specs

yes yes yes sometimes people pretend it works then they’re like “haha sike”

bc crutchie is just rlly nice but specs is just,, really bad at restraining himself

but romeo’s like “one day this will never fail” & will it never fail? the world may never know.

p much hes so bad at it though and he never actually practices

he’s just like “i mean i’m son of aphrodite shouldn’t i be able to just,, do it”

hes lazy and,, everyone else can relate bc they never wanna do any practicing either

katherine’s the only one that does

& like jack can shock people w lightning but like they don’t feel like practicing magic when they’ve got weapons

yeah,, and davey too he just like, randomly trots out of the woods one day,, nobody has seen him for a week?? he just goes right up to some other satyrs that crutchie is talkin to and hes just dead quiet before saying,, “the newts are out of control again,, theyre eating trees whole now” crutch is c onf us ed

and yes theyre all too lazy for their own good

also i find it funny that the apollo kids were the best healers but crutchie has a bad leg

yELLS I JUST REALISED THAT LMAO

crutchie is a good healer??? but when it comes to like,, paper cuts or smth he just,, cant also he uses Sensible Elbow Crutches,, fi ght me

yes & also i feel like while everyone else fought he’d just be there healing everyone like he can use a bow but not very well

also since pjo is also technically modern times race wears heelys

hes one of the best medics,,, but also if anyone calls him medic he will punch them

hOLY FUCK YES??

“take your wheels off, racer, its dinner” “race, you cant climb the wall with those” (‘yes i can’ he says, and then falls) “can you just,, not wear your wheels rn?? this is an important meeting”

like he’ll wheel to the hermes table every night & do the exact same thing he wheels over then hits a table or chair he has never not

except once, but only bc crutchie stopped him with one of his crutches and ordered him to take them off race was like “or what??” and crutchie just givrmes him this g l are needless to say race always nyooms to the take on the other side now he does not want to have to speak in rhyme for so long ever again

“givrmes” wyd @ self

also RACE IS AN OUTDATED MEME HE USES FUCKING MEMES FROM YEARS AGO IT ANNOYS EVERYONE EXCEPT THE OTHER HERMES KIDS

RACE, THE STALE MEME OF THE HERMES CABIN

also #LetCrutchieSayFuck2k18

#LetCrutchieSayFuck2k18

also this one isn’t modern or pjo but race has 100% flirted with the delanceys to get extra papes (spoiler alert: it didn’t work)

romeo has also done this once before (it didnt work) davey has never done it before, hes shit at flirting (he somehow got 2 extra papers anyway. from who, he doesnt know)

every newsie has done this (except les ofc)

only crutchie and davey got extra papes once davey returned them tho bc hes a law-abiding citizen crutchie,, did not crutchie flirts unintentionally and its funny when people are like,, “what are you implying?” and he just gets rlly confused,,

crutchie’s just so,, hufflepuff like i can’t stop thinking about how hufflepuff he is 

(( we got like,, really sidetracked. we started talking about books & then the bee movie & idk whatever ))

we were talkin abt crutchie and then divergent and then fantasy and scifi books and then the bee movie

oof right so like i honestly think all the newsies & katherine would be so good at capture the flag like if they’re all on one team the other team already knows they’re losing but if they’re split up so they’re on two different teams against eachother that’s when things get difficult

and there are a lot of newsies so its hard to get em all on one team??,, but usually athena and hermes team and take aphrodite and apollo ares yoinks everyone else it is hell davey watches from the sidelines, either studying or texting race or jack memes while theyre fighting

& tbh i feel like newsies vs newsies would be hilarious like a ton of taunting & distractions & picking on eachother

jack and spot end up on the same team and its chaos always the same team,,

except one time & it was even more chaos since one can create lightning & the other can create fire 

they learned it’s better for them to be on the same team, even if it’s still chaos.

davey is not amused when they almost kill one of the oldest trees when fighting kath and race

he probably slapped them after

he did no one has ever seen dave so mad

also remember race’s heelys? he uses those in battle. it either helps him or causes him to fuck up even more. there’s an even mix of both.

wait but like,, tb to davey bein a satyr his,, horns,, h orns theyre just little nubs pokin out from under his hair the horns,, are cute

dbahsh YES also i can see some of the others making fun of how small they are & like pulls out his reed pipes & plays them & makes any plants surrounding whoever’s making fun of him trip

if they arent making fun, theyre flirting davey is Exasperated™

and katherine just relates to him on a spiritual level bc the first time ppl see her, they usually immediately check her out davey and kath have to suffer through romeo flirting endlessly

but they both have the best anti-flirts & they’re the platonic power couple

theyre going to have to kill if anyone asks if theyre dating again though like once bc everyone kept sayin they were, they pretended to for a week and then yelled “just kidding, we’re not dating! april fools, motherfuckers!” (katherine also yelled really loud “im p sure daveys like,, gay lol” and davey refused to speak with her for a week)

he did that bc she found out

i m

ur not wrong but

so when he started talking to her again he was like “howd you know”

“i saw you staring at finch’s ass the other day” “gdi”

& she’s the only one that knows

then the next week, daveys saying hi to everyone before ctf, and jack walks up like “so,, why were you staring at finch’s ass???” and he just fuckin,, looks at kath and she snorts abd falls over laughing

okay so like idk if you like dear evan hansen or not but if you do tbh i could see jared & race either being best friends or like very hateful enemies.

y es??

connor murphy does art and he and jack bond over it

& if it’s still the pjo au then alana’s totally an athena kid too & she talks to kath all the time

evan,, an anxiety filled satyr who can only talk to davey just bc they have a lot in common

hed be really annoyed that he has so many siblings and that hes son of hermes of all gods and connor and zoe would both have different dads zoe is a daughter of nemesis,, so she has to stay in the hermes cabin, and connor is either son of dionysus or someone else

wait no scratch nemesis

i thought abt lesbians when writing that my mistake

shed be like,, daughter of,, either hades or like,, hermes idk

i could see hades for her

davey and evan talk about snakes and trees,, “did you know a ball python can go up yo a month without food?” “ !! woah! did you know the oldest living tree, the mutheselah, is nearly 5000 years old??”

(( then we were wondering who connor’s parent would be & didn’t talk about it for like a month ))

i was thinking about our old pjo au & i thought about zoe as a kid of hecate & connor’s a kid of hades they’re a badass duo since they can both raise the dead they’re great to bring on missions since zoe knows where to go at crossroads so they don’t get lost or anything & like i said they raise the fucking dead

evan the satyr has to go on a quest with them and they argue the whole time hes Not Amused

bc like they disagree always but put them on a battlefield & they suddenly work together amazingly also if there’s the same prophecy percy was in with kronos rising & if there’s gonna be angst then zoe’s a spy & connor’s like “well whatever fuck you” but in reality he’s like “i trusted her” & it’s Not Okay

oh n o  (( it returns ))

then during the first battle zoe gets hurt bc she had just summoned a lot of dead people & got kind of worn out & one of the campers went to kill her but connor saved her & after that nobody really trusted him

correction: he sacrifices himself to save her

hes dead now and everyone is sad

zoe can’t forgive herself she leaves kronos’ army to fight with the camp they don’t really trust her & nobody talks to her but she’s there

evan is Not Okay At All

alana is all over it though

evan doesn’t really know how to feel about zoe he kinda hates her because she’s the reason connor died

whys this angst smh

there’s always goddamn angst when we do this

ffs

here i’ll fix it zoe brings connor back & they win the war & everything’s perfect & fun & happy

nah it sounds like a fairy tale now

i’ll fix that too zoe brings connor back but she dies doing it

better

[stellarfoam]

If you're in need of a prompt.... first time Vax met Trinket?

*heelies in 2 hrs later*

Why did he ever leave his sister alone? Why were they ever out of each other’s sight, why did he leave her, why why why?

And Vax knew the answers of course. He left his sister alone so they could get multiple things done at once - like watching the camp while he gathered illicit gold for a few more days of survival. They were out of each other’s sight when they had to do strange things like sleeping and pissing.

And he left her because it needed to be done, and she could take care of herself, and nothing had ever happened before.

That reasoning felt so stupid in hindsight, but Vax was known for his thievery, not his general intelligence. This left him to stew in an abandoned camp featuring glowing coals and the upsetting lack of his sister’s things.

She wouldn’t leave him. She would never. They were in this together, for life, them against the world. No, he wasn’t worried about his sister’s loyalty. But the world never did play fair or allow jackshit for them, and this knowledge covered every action and thought in a layer of sick worry.

He filled the slowly stretching hours with mindless tasks. He built up the fire again, taking extra care that it wouldn’t smoke (much). He patrolled the perimeter. He sharpened his knives. He paced around the fire and broke sticks into more kindling than a half-elf could possibly need. He sharpened his knives. He re-tied his boots, recrossed the laces, rubbed halfheartedly at the smudges on his leather, and contemplated learning to sew so he could patch his clothing.

The sun moved a little.

Eventually enough time passed that the embers from his fire added tiny dots of light next to the stars. A hunched figure melted out of the shadows and he was on his feet in a moment, daggers in hand, before he saw that it was Vex.

Vex, clutching a bundle of quivering brown fur.

“Where the hell have you been?” Vax demanded, his voice sharp with concern and an unhealthy amount of relief.

“You’re always finding little trinkets to take with you,” she scoffed as she put the lump on the ground. “I wanted one of my own.”

“So you wandered into the woods and came back with a bear cub?” And that’s exactly what it was, down to the tiny claws that would someday grow large enough to kill a man, round ears, and the black eyes showing their whites.

“His mother was killed. He needed a home.” She began rifling through his pack and pulled out one of the little bits of food they had left, offering it to the fearful cub. It sniffed at it then pulled back. Vax couldn’t blame the little thing - he’s not sure he would touch something edible from the bottom of his pack either. She sighed and placed the food next to her on the ground before studying the woods and the fire fiercely.

Vax braced himself for an argument. “Vex, we can’t feed it, we can barely feed ourselves –”

“Trinket isn’t an it, Vax,” she hissed before he could even really get started. “And don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.”

“Whatever,” he snapped and sat down on his bedroll with a huff. There were some moments of tense silence as she continued to try and coax the thing to eat. “Where did your pack go?” he asked eventually.

“I lost it,” she replied, and if she hadn’t been avoiding his eyes before she certainly was now.

“You… lost it,” he repeated slowly. “You –”

“Yes, I lost it, I’m a terrible sister and a horrible person and I randomly adopt bear cubs from the woods, I know Vax, I know, okay!” Her voice cracked and he was next to her in the next second to hold her close.

“Shh, Stubby, it’s okay,” he murmured. The feeling of tears began to seep into his shoulder. “We all have our faults, hm? I steal gold, you steal baby animals, it’s okay. We’ll make it through this. We always have -” he took her face in his hands to brush the tears away - “we always will.”

Tears still spilled from her eyes but she nodded and cracked a wavering smile. The cub toddled up to lay on her legs and stare up at Vex balefully as if only one of the two of them could afford to be upset at any one time, and it was Vex’s turn to be unhappy. She ran her hand over his fur as Vax watched silently.

He sighed, then asked, “Trinket, you said?” He reached out to pet the cub; it - he - shied away from his hand, but at least he didn’t try to bite it.

“Yeah,” Vex sighed softly. “Yeah. His name’s Trinket.”

Vax nodded and pulled his bedroll over. It seemed the two of them would be sharing tonight, considering Vex’s pack had gone for a mysterious and unwelcomed stroll. “Welcome to the family, little guy,” he said. “You can eat my vegetables.”

Vex giggled wetly and he knew that they were going to be okay. And, well, maybe it would be nice to have a foot warmer.