#and also so i'm not hearing their kids running around loud enough i think they're gonna crash through the ceiling

[ashtonisvibing]

my upstairs neighbors have reminded me and given me the biggest motivator for hurrying up to get my id so i can get a job so i can move out

not having to hear their music playing so loudly i SWEAR i can feel it in my head HOW have none of them gone deaf

[wondersinwaynemanor]

imagine some Gothamites pretending to be in trouble or hurt and calling for a specific bat just because they have a crush on them, but the batkids purposely mess it up by sending another bat.

they also do this because they're little shits.

[i told myself i won't make this too long, but oh well]

scenario 1:

a woman, who's not even in trouble, she mostly wants to see Nightwing's new suit because.. oh.. the new suit causes his behind to form well.

Woman: Nightwing, Nightwing! Where are you? I need help.

Robin! Tim, hops down from the tall building and mind you, his skateboard tucked under his arm: Hi, Ma'am! Sorry, Nightwing is unavailable tonight. I, Robin, will help you.

Woman, judges the skateboard before looking at Tim: Uh. Thank you, Robin, but I was specifically asking for Nightwing. Is he- he around?

Robin! Tim, cheeks red from the cold, shakes his head: No, Ma'am. Sorry.

Woman: That's... That's okay. I'll figure out my problem on my own. Thank you again, kid.

Robin! Tim nods at her way before climbing back up the building.

Nightwing appears from the darkness, laughing his ass off. Tim joins his older brother until their stomach ache from the laughing session.

--

scenerio 2:

young teenage girl with pink highlights on her hair bikes through the neighborhood and out of nowhere, just falls down on the side of the road, on the grass. but gently. purposely.

Teenager, holds her ankle: Ow, ow. Is The-The Signal around? I kind of.. Uh... Fell.

Robin, comes out from the trees and he looks even brighter than ever with the sun still out: That was kind of careless of you.

Teenager, a bit annoyed: Robin? Don't you only patrol at night? Where's The Signal?

Robin, adjusts his katana and shrugs: You'd be surprised that I happen to do this at morning too. Well. Occasionally.

Teenager, skeptical: Uhuh.

Robin just stares at her, not even answering about The Signal. it makes the teenager a bit uncomfortable.

Teenager, manages to stand: Anyways... I think I feel better now. I'll head home.

Robin, lips twitching to a smirk: Stay safe.

behind the trees, Duke and Tim giggle like little children.

Robin: I must admit.. That was quite hilarious.

--

scenario 3:

two loud men exit the bar. they've been talking about Spoiler and Black Bat inside, fangirling like teenagers about their crushes.

little did they know, Red Hood was inside that bar as well.

Man 1: Fuck, I'm too drunk. Is Spoiler there? I need help to go home.

they are not even drunk.

Man 2, hides a smile behind his hand: How about Black Bat? We poor men need some saving.

before they can even lift their mouths to laugh, Red Hood apprears from the alley, gun on his hand.

Red Hood, voice so deep from the helmet: Need a lift, boys? There's enough room for both of you on my bike.

Man 1 gulps and Man 2 nearly passes out.

Red Hood, smirks: Not the person you wanted to see, huh?

Man 1: Uh.... You are a sight to see, Red Hood. Uh, Sir.

Man 2: But no, tha-thank you.

Man 1: We can manage. Right, dude?

Man 2: Right. Of course.

Red Hood, wants to laugh so bad but he has to keep this persona first: Well, let me know if you need anything.

both men run to the other direction. one of them even trips.

Red Hood hears Steph and Cass' lively laughs through the comms.

--

scenario 4:

a young adult man steps outside his building, doesn't mind the drizzle from the Gotham sky.

Man: Shit. I forgot my keys.

Man, looks up at the building: Is Red Robin out there? I need help in finding the keys to my apartment.

there's no sign of the vigilante so the man decides to just re enter his building.

out of nowhere, a sound of someone landing behind him makes him turn around and he is faced with Black Bat, holding his keys around her gloved hand.

Man, shocked: Um.. Hey. You found- you found my keys.

Black Bat doesn't respond, just lifts the keys higher.

Man: Tha-thank you.

Black Bat nods before grappling to the darkness.

the young man feels stupid for doing what he did, which is throw his keys behind the dumpster. and he didn't even get to see Red Robin.

somewhere, Black Bat joins Spoiler and Red Robin on top of a building to share some laughs and enjoy some Batburgers.

--

scenario 5:

a couple of bestfriends, woman and man, stop by at the side of the road. they were gossiping about Red Hood's arms, modulated voice and height, saying how sexy he looks.

out of stupidity, the man stabs his switchblade on one of the wheels of his car.

Woman, nods at him before calling for help: Someone help us! We don't have a spare tire.

Man, heart beating so fast: Red Hood, can you please help us? Red Hood!

after a few minutes of longing, Nightwing, Spoiler and The Signal appear from behind their car, startling the two of them.

Nightwing, grins cheekily: Good evening.

Signal, smiles: You called for help?

Spoiler, huge smile on her face with a spare tire on her hand: Glad we saw this lying around.

it's actually a spare tire at the back of the man's car.

the woman and man exchange glances, slightly nervous.

Man, touches his chest: Oh, thank goodness.

Woman, pretends to be in relief as well: Thank God for you, guys. We appreciate it.

Signal and Spoiler help each other in putting the tire.

Nightwing, grin hasn't faded: Sorry, the Red Hood is a bit busy tonight.

Signal: Maybe try calling out for him some other time?

Spoiler: We would give his number to you, but he's kind of a private person.

both the woman and man blush, embarassment creeping on them.

by the alley, Red Hood watches the rest of the batkids, a low chuckle on his lips.

--

a bonus:

a bunch of teenagers play around under the rain, splashing mud on their clothes. one of the blonde girls call out, "Robin, come play with us!" then the rest of her playmates giggle at that. they idolize the young hero.

and who comes out of the darkness? the rest of the batkids except for Robin. they make sure that the children are able to go home and are safe.

meanwhile, Damian is at the Manor with a stuffy nose as he is sick due to playing with his pets under the rain last weekend.

[theclaravoyant]

fireworks - bucktommy (T, ~1000wd)

AN ~ now taking prompts! because i can't help myself . in the meantime please enjoy this little hurtcomfort, inspired by the prompts "late night conversations/anxiety" for upcoming @evanbuckleyweek <3 (I couldn't wait that long!)

also on AO3.

-

Can't make it tonight babe :( Not feeling so hot.

Buck is running late, but not so late that he doesn't have time to stop by on his way to the Grant-Nash gathering for a little bit of boyfriending. Tommy had sadly had to pull out of this one, but not to worry, Buck has brought over his favourite meatball sub in case he's feeling like a pick me up.. and a bottle of ginger ale in case he's not.

Either way, as he approaches the front door Buck is surprised to hear music so loud – albeit muffled – that the bass in it shakes the windows.

“Tommy?”

He frowns. He, for one, isn't one to blast his workout mix when he's stuck in bed, or bent over a toilet bowl, or whatever other nastiness supposedly awaits him. The lights are off inside.

Brought dinner, he taps into his phone. All good?

He bounces on the balls of his feet.

Babe, let me in x

There's no response, not even those little bouncing dots. Buck is definitely not thinking about Tommy passed out on the living room floor or kidnapped or something. But he does pull up Athena's number before he reaches for the spare key. Just in case.

“Babe!” he calls, looking around. The house is dark. This still feels like something he shouldn't really be doing. “Tommy!”

He follows the sound toward the basement stairs, where light is coming through. From down below, he hears the grunts and slaps of rigorous exercise... or something else, and it dawns on him that well, he and Tommy haven't technically agreed, haven't really discussed, if they're exclusive or anything and he might be intruding on something and that little voice in the back of his head that tells him nobody's ever all in is getting so loud... He freezes at the bottom of the stairs, just before he can turn the corner and see something. What the hell is he doing. How fast can he back track without Tommy noticing that he's being jealous and weird and-

The music stops.

Well. Here goes.

-

“Evan?”

Tommy can't help it, his face lights up at the sight of him. Which is weird, because Evan looks sort of mortified. Probably because Tommy had bailed on something important to him under the guise of being sick and here he is, very much not throwing up or hiding from the light or anything, slicked with so much sweat his hair has dropped a few shades in colour.

“Tommy. Y- You're feeling better?”

“You brought a sandwich?”

“Botticelli's.”

Damn it. Tommy throws his head back, closes his eyes as a pang of guilt punches through him. The kid went and brought his favourite sandwich. He just wants to make sure he's okay. Damn it, damn it.

“I can explain.”

“Is this because you're not ready to meet Athena? 'Cause she can give one hell of a shovel talk but she's cool, really.”

“I've met Athena,” Tommy assures him. In spite of himself, a smile touches his lips, because that was kind of a significant part of this whole thing. “Evan – I promise, this has nothing to do with us.”

It seems to help a little bit. At least, enough that Evan trails after him into the basement proper while he paces and takes a swig of water and tries to wrangle the courage to say it.

“The fourth of July is just... not my thing,” he manages. “I don't really like fireworks.”

He looks Evan in the eyes as he puts it together. Maybe he knows Eddie doesn't either, maybe he knows it's a common trigger for veterans, maybe he just knows what it's like to try and pack the depths of unspeakable horror into words. Especially when you're meant to be a badass fearless firefighter.

“I'm sorry,” Evan says. The fear and confusion and anguish melts away, his expression painfully earnest and concerned as he closes the distance between them. Part of Tommy wants to bury his face, to freeze like a rabbit or run and hide, but something about Evan, as always, makes him stay.

“I'm sorry,” he breathes. “I didn't mean to lie. I'm just … used to dealing with this by myself. And you- you're so- I mean, you died? You actually, for real died in a thunder storm and you got in a helicopter to fly into a hurricane like it was nothing. I guess I worried you wouldn't get it.”

Evan cups a hand around the back of his neck and it's grounding, it's nice, and Tommy's forehead falls forward against Evan's. He takes a ragged breath. Evan's phone starts ringing.

“You don't have to tell me,” Evan says, “what you've been through. But I'm here for you, okay? If you want me.” He glances at his phone and adds- “It's Maddie. Just checking where I'm at. Want me to tell them I'm not coming?”

Tommy shakes his head. “No. Go. I'll be alright here, have a night in. My boyfriend brought me my favourite sandwich."

-

He smiles. Buck smiles back, and presses forward a gentle, comforting kiss before they part. Tommy shakes it off as he heads back toward the stairs, but there's a long stretch of silence. The muffled whistle and echoing boom of an airbomb sails overhead and he can hear Tommy's breath quietly catch and it's almost as if it pulls out the words from his chest.

“I can't remember the lightning.”

“Hm?”

He turns back. Tommy is watching after him.

“I can't remember the lightning, Tommy. That's probably why I can fly into a hurricane. It's- actually it's pineapple jello for me. It was all I could eat for weeks after they took the tubes out. Pineapple jello and vanilla icecream. The first time I smelt a piña colada after I got out, I thought I was going to die.”

I get it.

Tommy nods. After a beat, he adds-

“And hey, Evan. This is something I kind of like to keep to myself. So if anyone asks-”

“Violent gastro. Got it.”

He rolls his eyes, and huffs, and smiles as he tucks the little foam earplug back in place.

“I love you, too.”

[swifty-fox]

❝  you’ve stolen my heart,  the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it.  ❞ for Outlaw AU bc it’s cheesy but I can see Bucky being cheesy and also theft outlaw au etc etc it all comes together

ohh i got so many prompts for this au where. Sorry this one got a little saucy.

read here!

"So what went wrong?"

They're camping just outside of Abilene, Texas. Pulled off the road into the desert and spread atop several old blankets John had fished out from the depths of the back seat. John's head is pillowed on Gale's stomach, rising and falling with his breaths and Gale wonders if he can hear the sounds of their last meal being worked over. He wonders if it's gross, but John seems content enough, hair sticking to the back of his neck with sweat and shirt bunched awkwardly up around his neck like a scarf to cool off.

It'll be cold come nightfall, especially with winter racing them westwards, but for now the evening heat is still an oppressive blanket. Gale has his braid twisted in his free hand, trying to keep as much of the heavy weight away from his skin as possible.

"I got shot is what," John mumbles, ashing his cigarette just past Gale's hip.

The hand Gale had been scratching through John's curls drags down John's shoulder and torso to finger at the near-perfect round scar nestled just above his left hip, smaller in on the back entry, a little wider on the exit round the front. John grunts slightly, though there's no way the scar could still be painful and Gale worries his thumb over it in small circles.

"You told me to never do daytime hits."

"If you wanted a rule-follower you shouldn't have run off with an outlaw, doll."

There's a pile of candy by Gales hip, twizzlers and sour skittles and dumdums. He plucks one at random, unwrapping the tiny lollipop and humming as sour apple flavor blooms across his tongue, makes a face and passes it off to John instead. The second is cotton candy and he works it over his teeth just to hear the click.

"I woulda run off with or without you. Just woulda ended up dead in a ditch in one scenario."

John shifts uncomfortably, rolling so they were face-to-face. His brow is furrowed, lips pinched. He's a good man, well-raised and well-mannered despite it all. Tender in ways Gale thinks was carved out of himself long ago, "No, you would have figured it out."

Gale strokes a thumb under John's eye, brushes across his lips until they relax into something less sad. He presses a kiss to the exposed jut of Gale's hipbones, nuzzles the tease of curls there and nibbles at the waistband of Gale's briefs.

Fingers knotting in reprimand behind John's ear, Gale bites back a whimper, "I'm not having this conversation with you with my dick in your mouth."

"Is it a conversation?" John asks, the sound of Gale's zipper loud in the night.

"Bucky."

John sighs heavily, drops his head back on Gale's stomach with a put-out air. Gale tries to ignore the way his breath puffs over the suddenly tight fabric of his jeans.

"There was a kid," John finally says, "A little kid and his brother. And I froze. They don't need to see that shit, you know? That's why I do nights. No innocents."

"You were standing in front of kids and the clerk shot at you?"

"Yeah," John spits in only the way an older sibling could, "Piece of shit."

They're silent for a while, John returning to licking the sweat from Gale's hipbones. Probably, they'll have sex, Gale thinks. It's just a question of when one of them will muster the energy to retrieve the lube and roll of condoms from the center console.

John's straddling him, thighs over his hips and sucking red kisses along Gale's chest when he sits up straight and fixes Gale with a calculating look. Gale watches him stare, content to let the other man work through his thoughts.

"You wouldn't have," John finally says.

"Wouldn't have what?"

"Frozen," John laves his tongue across the peaked bud of Gale's nipple, tweaks the wet skin after, "Would you ever get this pierced?"

"Focus. Please."

"That's the whole thought, you wouldn't have frozen if you saw those kids."

"What're you saying?"

John sits back with a sigh and fixes him with another look. The muscles of his arm flex sweetly as he brushes the hair off his forehead, "You got a cooler head than I've ever had. You don't freeze."

Gale thinks of the home he grew up trapped in and shakes his head, "I freeze plenty."

"Hmm," John answers, pushing up off of Gale's prone body and stretching his arms toward the empty sky, "No."

"No, what? Can y'quit bein' cryptic for one minute?"

John grins at him, eyes crinkling to vanishing, and offers a hand to haul Gale up, "No."

"I'm going to get the condoms," Gale says, "Get a handle on your lunacy in the meantime."

It doesn't surprise him that John's arms wrap around his waist while he's rifling through the mess of the car. They needed to clean it out, badly, and he doesn't pause in his quiet muttering when John's broad hand drags across his stomach.

"You'd be a better thief than me, if you tried."

Gale snorts, "Name one thing I've stolen that hasn't been a plan hatched by you."

"You stole my heart," John murmurs against his neck.

"Oh for-" Gale finally locates a single elusive condom under the passenger seat, "Jesus, John."

Bucky hums, tugging Gale out of the belly of the Corolla and pressing him against the closed backseat door, "I mean it," He insists, bumping their noses together and grinning, "The least you could do is tell me what you're gonna do with it."

Gale tilts his head back to allow for the kisses trailed down his neck, sighs up at the stars and allows himself to smile close-mouthed and faint, "I'm going to eat it, if you're not careful."

"That's hot," John remarks, falling to his knees in the dust

[cakemoney]

completely separate from anything that's going on (for real, not being sarcastic), there exists an AU in my mind where after the events of the first season, jammer does still drop out of gowpenny and go back to his normal high school, but like six months later very soon after graduation evan shows up at his door like "k and i broke up 🥺" and then stays with jammer for a while, helping around the house, playing basketball with jammer's friends (jammer is like guys be cool. and the guys accept him cause evan is so tall and his arms are so long he's fun to practice against). sam and jammer do video calls all the time and k and sam are roommates in london so during the calls evan and k would both be like tentatively poking their heads into line of sight from the screen and then run away and hide but not before sam can go "hi evan!! how are you!!" loud enough for k to hear in the other room (and vice versa). evan gets a normal gas station job still and goes to all of jammer's games with appropriate team merch on top of his black outfits and helps babysit jammer's sisters. when sam gets her bbc show evan and jammer watch every episode together on evan's lumpy couch in the apartment that evan gets near jammer's school where jammer can visit him often and just decompress away from leadership roles. evan also goes help out with LEEP where the kids asked once (1) why he doesn't have a shadow and evan said he lost it at the magic school and now all the kids are like omg the british magic school steals people's shadows D: and jammer's family is like omg... we're so glad you left before your shadow got eaten... and jammer is like you know what, let's just let them think that. it's fine. k lets teddy go on sam's show along with t2 and teddy loves it and any time he sings in a musical episode the clips go so viral (and also it leads everyone to believe that t2 stands for teddy 2). and also throughout all of this, k and evan literally still play fortnite together every week, and sometimes they'd even do voicechat and just talk about what's up, or more often k will be like rubberducking some programming stuff going on with itsy and evan will just make sounds to indicate he's listening while having no clue what any of the words mean; sometimes jammer will also join but he generally respects that this is k and evan's ritual. three years after graduation, sam and k do a trip to visit evan and jammer, surprise jammer in the stands at one of his games, and then they all hang out like no time has passed at all; k and evan hug like they're friends, because they are.

I don't have any particular point I'm trying to make or reach or whatever, i just like to envision a version of events where these kids were there to support each other as they moved into adulthood. because growing up is so lonely man. goat house forever

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

With the Random Hobie HCs Post, I'd like to add that he probably advocates heavily for education in general. He absolutely holds little meets for students where they can learn history that they'll never find in the textbooks.

He would absolutely make sure students get the uncensored version of history. He's absolutely a strong believer of "if you don't know history, you're bound to repeat it"

He also makes sure to include the good parts of history as though to say "this is what it could be".

Overall you got my brain smiling at the idea of Hobie being a reader tySM

TEACHER HOBIE I'M SO SOFT

Teacher!Hobie Headcanons

No wonder he's so good with MayDay.

Like imagine, Hobie is strolling along and hear Peter foreloin that MayDay is having trouble with her shapes and colors. And MJ really wants to start her ahead on early pre-k. Get the big Parker brain going and all. And Peter's so frustrated and is he doing this dad thing right and maybe- Then he walks past a room while complaining to Miguel, only to see Hobie and MayDay sitting there with cards, practicing shapes and colors. She's delighted, it's like a game to her, and she's bright eyed and reacting. Hobie doesn't stop to acknowledge Peter and Peter doesn't interrupt, but he's so incredibly happy. He later tries to thank Hobie, but Hobie is like 'My pleasure, mate. Great kid."

He probably gets it from back home in 138, where he's more often 'Hobie'. I could see him in his time off, hanging out with local organizers.

Spider-punk sneaks in and steals books that are set to be burned or destroyed, and Hobie passes the books on to them.

I HC he tells the best stories, so the kids will sit around and hear stories of revolution, and indigenous people fighting for their land. Or about hippies protecting old forests. Or Black Panthers on the steps of the court house (*cough* Di *cough*)

But of course their favorite stories are the ones about Spider-punk. Hobie has told him that Spider-punk is his best friend and 'not to tell anyone'. And they make sure to keep his secret locked tight.

He tells them heroic stories of Spider-punk kicking the cops asses, and the kids all cheer - because it makes them a little less afraid when they see the pigs in the streets.

Some stuff can be hard to explain to them, or tell them - because history isn't always pretty. But they know they can ask questions and Hobie will always be kind. He always has an answer, never an 'I don't know', instead a 'I hope to learn that one day too'.

They really admire him. Sometimes hanging around the organizations and communist groups he'll read by himself, and the kids will see and run and grab their own. Sitting around him for impromptu reading time.

Even the teenagers the pass off to him. Kids like Gwen.

13 - 16 year olds, runaways looking for a better life, kids who lost their parents and are angry, ready to fight for the cause. Or sometimes, kids of cops, disgusted enough to wake up and leave.

Sometimes they're scared or quiet. Hobie always helps them open up, always figures out what they're willing to fight for. And some of them are angry, loud, some don't trust them. But he can get on anyone's good side. He understands the anger, he knows how to direct it.

Soon they just follow him because he leads by example. Everyday he comes in and ten different people are ready to talk to him about the recent developments on the fight for freedom in South America, or a recent anarchist rally over in Ireland.

Hobie loves it, because he loves people and he loves being a teacher.

Even at Society

Pavi probably didn't know much when he joined. He knew Gwen and Hobie very well, and he's been Spider-man 6 months, so he had to have joined maybe 3-4 months into being Spider-man, or even earlier.

He was probably so green, now look at him. How many 'bits of advice-' do you think he gave Pav?

If you're a new recruit with mechanical webshooters, he'll casually ask to see them - compliment their worksmanship, give you some new ideas. Or try to help out in little ways. Sewing kit in his vest for patches and rips in Spidey-suits.

Imagine learning how to Spidey-quip from Hobie!!! And having him be your hype-man during jokes in battle!

Just like he throws Pav in ATSV, Hobie throwing a Spider-person so they can get the last attack in.

Or even just helping around campus. He'll walk people to the food court if they're lost and looking for it. Or stop and talk to people who look like they need help with something.

Pulling others aside and asking if they need someone to practice training with, telling them 'Don't worry, you'll get it'.

I BET HES A MENTOR like Jess or Peter! Having him as a mentor would be so cool. Him lazily checking in on your during missions from his houseboat cause - hey he gets to work from home? cool.

Always defends you to Miguel.

[theflyindutchwoman]

You know what we don’t freak out about enough…

Our kids.

OUR KIDS

The way these two had only been dating for what like 3 months? When they watched Jordy and are already joking about their own kids.

Which on one hand, like isn’t surprising because Lucy did mention their grandkids on their first date. But also I feel like it is because they’ve both been so idk “uncommitted” in their previous relationships — minus Tim married but after that he was not as serious with Rachel and Ashely — like Lucy wouldn’t move in the Chris and never said ILY to him after being together for like probably well over 6 months. And Tim wouldn’t move for Rachel and wouldn’t retire for Ashley after being with them for long too. But here they are at the most 3 months together and are already so all in their talking about their own future kids. And neither is scared or nervous or wanting to run away and I feel like we don’t scream about this enough 😂

I think that also shows just how different this relationship is compared to all the others they’ve had. And it makes me so emo

Lucy said she wanted to take things slow and that lasted like 5 seconds 😂 they basically live together and their talking about OUR KIDS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Not but wait… not only were they joking about their own kids after spending two minutes with Jordy (before they lost him), they were doing this in the middle of the station… Loud and clear for everyone to hear… The insanity!

I still don't know which part was better : Lucy admonishing Tim to take this more seriously if they ever lose their kids… Or Tim feeling insulted that she dared insinuate that their very own kids would even think of pulling a stunt like that… This wasn't the "our kids" that made him react, it was the implication that they would be this chaotic... Again, the insanity! Also, Tim saying they didn't lose the kid, they simply 'misplaced' him was so hilarious! That whole exchange was gold.

But seriously though… None of them batted an eye or freaked out after mentioning their kids. Lucy might have previously joked about their grandchildren but still… It felt more here, with the way they were so casual about it or how Lucy told Tim he will be a great dad. They're all-in and it's so freeing for the both of them. They're finally in the right relationship, with the right person and they're absolutely loving it. They know that they both want the same things… Lucy is getting the love story she always wanted and Tim is at peace now that he realises that he can have it all. It's so blissful that they can actually joke and tease each other about this And I love that they get to kid around the topic… That they're secure enough in their relationship that for them, it's a fact of life, but at the same time, they're not actively making plans either, you know? They're just enjoying this journey together.

Funny how being with the right person makes all the difference in the world. Like you said, Lucy was already having trouble naming her relationship or even simply using the word 'boyfriend', so forget about meeting the in-laws or buying a house. And Tim spent 6ish months with Ashley before finding out that marriage and children weren't in the cards (and that was only due to Lucy's meddling). And yet, here they are now… Ready to change jobs or stations for the other, joking about their future kids, coaching Little League together, making breakfast together, practically living together… And it's so wonderful to see! *insert 'I'm so used to giving and now I get to receive' gif*

[that-darn-clown]

so. thought about something.

i know i've already got a Rewrite for Fnaf (that i adore), but...i thought of another way Fnaf could be rewritten that, in my opinion, would make it scarier and/or more dread inducing.

well...technically it's two things put together:

what if, instead of playing as a nightguard, you played as a child caught in the building after closing?

what if instead of the pizzerias all looking like they're still pretty decent (specifically looking at Fnaf 1 with this comment, considering that we know Somewhat Canonically it probably wasn't doing too great financially...like it's the smallest pizzeria and yet it still looks like a pretty popular place to take your kids. even though it doesn't seem like it would've been at that point), Fnaf 2 has the only pizzeria that still seems to be in its prime? the rest just look like liminal space looking places. think the way that the building looks in Fnaf 1 is similar to how it looks in that one fangame: the Graveyard Shift. like those vibes are what i'm going for.

like. let me set the scene for Fnaf 1, because i have the clearest image of the vibes for that game:

you are a child, likely no older than nine. for whatever unknown reason, you are left behind in an empty animatronic pizzeria place. it's clear that the animatronics are the most expensive thing here. the tables clearly reused from somewhere else, with their wear and tear being covered by confetti-patterned tablecloths. the chairs plastic, but colorful, with the fact that any adults can fit in them being a miracle. balloons decorate the place, but it's clear that they'll have to be replaced soon, given that some are sinking to the floor. confetti and streamers, as well as cups, puddles of soda and other various drinks, and even dropped pizza and cupcakes, litter the ground. the pizza is relatively decent. but it's the only place for kids to have fun that is affordable to your family.

there is an arcade, and it's the only place that feels relatively safe to you right now as you continue waiting, hoping that someone will come pick you up. the problem is that to get there, you'll have to pass by the Owner's Office....and you don't want to get in trouble for being here after closing; it's one of the rules, after all. but the place is still decently lit, and you've heard that people work here afterhours...you just need to wait for the nightguard, and then you can get out of here and head back home. you know the way, after all.

but as you explore around at night, you notice the animatronics moving. they don't hurt you...but once you get close enough to one of them, it makes an odd noise, almost seeming concerned that you're still here. then you hear something chilling, and something that seems to agitate the animatronic in front of you.

footsteps. shoes clicking against the tiled floor.

the animatronic stands defensively before you, and it gives you a clear indication that you need to hide. NOW.

and then you realize that this is what you've gotta do each night as you're here. hide. make sure you stay as undetectable as possible. the second you make a loud enough noise, you're in trouble, and will be the rest of the night. you hear someone approaching, and you've gotta constantly keep moving. as the nights go on, the "trigger sounds" become lesser and lesser. on the first two nights, the "trigger sound" has to be big, noticeable. slamming doors shut and knocking things over will get you noticed on night two. by night three, the sound of using doors, not even slamming them, will get you noticed. by night four, running will get you noticed. by night five, you better have learned how to sneak, and sneak well. regardless of the night, getting noticed by an animatronic is also counted as a "trigger sound," and the fact that the animatronics get more active, and thus are now easier to run into, does not help.

once a "trigger sound" has been made, you need to keep moving, and hide once you've gotten a good distance away from Him. hiding under tables, in dark rooms, in the bathrooms, even in the kitchen. but be warned, the more often you hide in a particular place, the more likely it is that He will check there first when you start hiding. don't screw yourself over.

darkness becomes more of a comfort to you than the light, though you do have the option of having a flashlight and turning on the lights in dark rooms. because even though it is easier to see things like hiding places and secrets in the dark, the presence of light makes it easier for you to be seen as well. so do you risk it? turning on a flashlight to see what lies in the shadowy corners of the building? turning on the lights in a dark room? knowing that you are also shining a beacon for your location?

the game includes a fear mechanic. the more fearful you are, the more your character shakes and trembles. it can cause you to trip, to drop whatever you're currently holding (which, depending on what you were holding, could make a loud noise), and to, seemingly, "hallucinate" things in the shadows. it is the only reason for light to be of use to you, to comfort your character.

you never see Him, the man pursuing you. you know it's the Owner, the only other person who would be in here before the Nightguard would be. but He is always in the shadows. whenever he is chasing the player, it's almost like they refuse to turn back to see him. if caught, all the player sees is the blur of where they have been grabbed and pulled back, and then a shrill, terrified scream. the "Game Over" screen just shows a missing poster, presumably of the protagonist. whether the child got killed or simply kidnapped is not clear. (but, considering it's Fnaf...i think the player could guess)

but, along with all of this, you discover secrets, mostly hidden in the shadows and rooms with cracks in the doors. missing posters with pictures of children, dated in the 80s. drawn pictures of crying children. newspaper clippings of events in the past of horrific circumstances surround Freddy's. the words "IT'S ME" scrawled on the walls as the desperate cries of the lost souls roaming the halls of Freddy's. in the shadows, animatronics appear to have blood covering their faces in the shadows, only for the blood to mysteriously disappear when light is shined on them.

the player has to survive all of this from 9:00 PM to midnight, waiting for the Nightguard to get there.

but those hours are gonna feel long to a young child. especially when they're scared for their life.

(tl;dr- Avoid Getting Caught By William Afton For Three Hours SImulator)

(like...think about it; part of the horror of Fnaf is the knowledge that there have been children murdered and shoved into suits, now haunting the halls of the pizzeria, looking for vengeance and freedom. wouldn't it technically be more terrifying to play as a young child, an outsider looking in, just trying to avoid Afton?? and if Freddy's looked more like an actual Chuck E. Cheese rip-off place? down to having cheap decorations and furniture?? Do You See My Vision???)

Holy shit why can I fucking hear this game in my head this is wild as shit

No kidding: this reminds me of this old place we used to go when I was little that I can barely find any mentions of online. It had two attractions: knock-offs of chuck e cheese skytubes and a rock climbing wall. I was too young for rock climbing, so I did the sky skytubes thing. I ADORED that place. It got shut down pretty quickly because, in retrospect, it was very unsafe.

But I was a very anxious child, and everywhere I would go, I would come up with a plan for if I got left behind after the place closed. So this concept feels like home to me <3

Note: upon further research of the place there is one in ohio?? Which I am not from???? And no mentions of a place where I'm from/near. Huh.

[flecks-of-stardust]

¡¡Hola, Stardust!! Esta pregunta es opcional, te la envío en caso de que quieras escribir algo en chino hoy.

Cuando escribes alguna historia, ¿te gusta pensar en qué patrones de habla tus personajes tendrían si los escribieses en tu idioma? ¿Qué personajes te imaginas que usan mucho "slang"?

Que tengas un lindo día c:

hi fran

finally getting around to answering this but! i am using this to share more about the characters of IWSY! because yes.

i've actually,, never really thought about my characters speaking cantonese before, bar one character? but i specifically made her because i wanted to see myself and my origin in a story, and she's for a very different story i haven't talked about on this blog. for the IWSY characters i've never done it before, but tbh it's comforting to think about it. i'm gonna put the rest under a cut because this is pretty long.

the baby group is the easiest to answer for. they're all intended to be kids (or, well, 'kids.' relatively speaking.), so slang is going to be pretty common for them, especially slang that's currently used. anything vulgar is free game, but really it's just about like. modernity, i guess? my classmates were very crass when talking to each other LMAO and that's kind of how i think the baby group would be. loud, chatty, every three words a slang term is thrown in, etc. des and prayer i think are the ones to use the most slang as well. des because... des. i don't know how to explain that, it's just right, and prayer because it will Absorb whatever it hears into its vocabulary. so in a way it's des' fault i guess FKJGS

i don't actually have examples of the slang they'd use because i myself don't know jackshit about the slang because i live under a rock 👍 but that's how innocence is as well. they and moth use slang the least, but they don't Not use it. these two are just generally the quietest, and cantonese is. ah. loud. :D it depends obviously! but cantonese is definitely part of those languages where if you're talking cheerfully and excitedly someone that doesn't know the language might go 'hey why are you arguing?' and that's definitely a thing that des and prayer and grace, sometimes, will run into, but usually innocence and moth are quiet enough that it never comes up for them.

silver is the one who uses the ~fancy~ words because he's a fucking nerd. everyone makes fun of him for it. they love him but they dunk on him for it fJKNJKSD but he'll fire back readily, it's all in good fun. second place for fanciness would be grace, but silver definitely wins on this front. they're both pretty eloquent for sure, and would just know more literature and so more, like, idioms than the rest of the baby group. silver just does it more, and grace does it when he's being dramatic. though granted, he's dramatic pretty often.

night is just chill, as it usually is. it and innocence are just chill vibes generally, with moth usually in that corner as well. night isn't quiet though, that's something else. just chill. probably has the nastiest mouth though actually. night would curse your family out in a very mellow tone and not bat an eye :D

as for day, she's much, much older, so her speech patterns are going to be more reminiscent of someone who's approximately in their 60s. her pronunciation will be different, with less 'lazy' sounds, so like there's a more clear separation of /l/ and /n/ phonemes and also the nasals are more distinguished. she also, by default of being older, sounds a bit more fancy, like she's sometimes. less direct about what she means i guess? but it's also because of how much she knows and the experience she has. she's easy to talk to still, she just markedly talks Different because she communicates with what is common in her generation. it's basically like talking to your grandparents. i guess. actually idk if that's applicable generally, but for me talking to my grandparents was always a little different. something something chinese culture i guess, idk. also regarding slang, idk she probably uses slang from her generation. no idea what it'd be though.

for reference, the approximate human ages i'm working with here have innocence as around 19, the triplets (des, silver, and night) being 18, grace and prayer being 17, and moth being 20, almost 21. these are Very rough approximations that don't match up to the actual age difference between these seven. day is somewhere in her... early 60s i guess? mid 60s maybe? to compare with the timescale in rain world:

unparalleled innocence — first came online in late 1515 clandestine question, nine silver linings, no mournful night — came online in mid 1522, in that age order. they were turned on only a few cycles apart each, so they consider each other to be the same age mist on the horizon — came online in 1503 gracious mercy — came online in early 1529 one final prayer — came online in late 1528 delight of day — powered on in 808

for reference, pebbles came online in 1509. these 8 are all part of the final generation, while day is part of gen 1. also, my generations are probably pretty different compared to a lot of other people's headcanons. moon and wind are gen 18, sig is gen 19, and suns is gen 10. there's more generations and different generation cut offs. the point here is that day is Very, very old, and the baby group are really really young.

[madraleen]

Bungo Stray Dogs - Kafka Asagiri/Sango Harukawa Vol. 13: I have enough to say to make a post just for a single volume apparently - A Commentary (*anime spoilers and manga spoilers up to ch.114)

-@cover: AND I REPEAT! FYODOR, IF VILLAIN WHY SO PRETTY! also dazai-chan looks extra pretty princess, i approve. atsushi lowkey looks like he's about to fuck shit up, which i also approve. and aku-kun i approve in general.

-the colored page always takes me by surprise, it's so pretty

-OH LOOK, A DAZAI OUTLINE AMONG THE MEMBERS OF THE AGENCY! REMEMBER WHEN THAT WAS A THING?! WHEN DAZAI WAS PICTURED AMONG THE AGENCY? HA?!

-also, another thing on manga vs anime: because the timeline is so streamlined, so far the character appearances have been pretty even. there's not too much or too little of anyone, it feels just right. i wonder if that'll still stand for the s4-s5 arcs and their many side-plots. of course this feels different when you're reading month to month, i assume you start screaming in exasperation at some point over who you see and who you don’t, but in the volumes it works great

-atsushi, angry, uncomfortable: "let me go , dazai-san!" akutagawa, docile, obedient: "senpai asks, senpai gets."

-it's funny, 'cause an injured dazai technically wouldn't be able to do much if atsushi or akutagawa threw fists with him right now, yet he's holding them by the scruff like stray cats.

-oh that's such a different vibe, i feel like! dazai's "could you not go running wild? you'll open up my stomach wound," in the anime it was played as a funny moment to restrain the kids, whereas here it feels like dazai is actually serious in the comedy of the panel

-dazai: "could you not go running wild?" atsushi: *presses himself against dazai's side and by extension his wound* BUT WHY IS AKUTAGAWA-" oh atsushi i love you

-there's a certain way that harukawa-sensei draws mouths that you can practically hear the obnoxiousness of the characters' tone, especially with ranpo and dazai

-*mutters something about dazai's hands*

-dude, the panel composition is beautiful idk. very dynamic

-"it's no wonder dazai-san chose to abandon you and disappear!" omfg atsushi. also yes bitch, slay, but omfg you ruthless little man-tiger.

-atsushi ain't having anyone's shit. everyone around him is deranged, foe and ally alike, and he's gonna react via expression or call them out for it, i love that about him. he's such a rich character, because yes he's been abused and he's traumatized and has low self-esteem, no self-worth and so on, but goddamn he ain't gonna stand there and take all this insanity

-"hellhound" akutagawa, dogs, mafia dogs, agency cats, i'm still on that.

-"what are you, a lawn mower!? dazai-san left you because all you think about is chopping up the enemy!" AHAHAHA ATSUSHI PLEASE!

-"I'LL TURN YOU INTO A TIGER-SKIN RUG" - AKU-KUN, PLEASE! atsushi and aku-kun have upped their bickering game, good for them

-like in the anime, aku-kun isn't coughing anymore so i'll just go ahead and assume his lung disease has flare-ups that come and go (or is affected by certain environments, eg the sea)

-babe. atsushi. my love. not only dazai-san trusts you, but EVEN AKU-KUN ACKNOWLEDGES AND SAYS OUT LOUD THAT DAZAI-SAN "PUTS A LOT OF TRUST IN YOU"! that's like almost too much trust in layman's terms

-"bamboo shoots come from bamboo, so mushrooms come from mush" oh god, that's something *i* would say

-oh actual rat members, great, thank you.

-akutagawa went from "wha-!?" to "how do i steer that thing" in a heartbeat when riding on atsushi, i love him. they're hilarious, bsd is so entertaining

-i imagine the creative conundrum, "how exactly do we position akutagawa so that he can ride on atshushi's back"

-ATSUSHI'S AND AKU-KUN'S COLOR PATTERNS ARE SO COMPLEMENTARY I CANNOT

-dude seriously though, the panel composition. it's beautiful.

-i mean, the kids are big-braining it. they're not five-braining it like the geniuses, but they're big-braining it alright

-lol, dazai-san is so shocked that the climber's not dostoyevsky that his eye veins popped out, good good

-"far crueler than my own mentor," akutagawa's "own mentor" being dazai? then yes, orphanage director is far crueler.

-lemme make an interlude here, 'cause i'm still on my dazai and the nurse bullshit. i just keep thinking that if you don't interpret it as another "actually, dazai didn't do that" moment in the long line of "dazai didn't do to that woman what you think he did" gags, and you actually interpret it as dazai fucked/sexually pleasured the nurse in order to get his phone and continue with business, it's one of the subtly darkest, saddest moments, because he probably learned that in the mafia, and he employs that tactic while physically in pain, to a literal stranger, and then goes on with business completely unbothered because he doesn't give a fuck about the nurse, his physical discomfort or his own body in general, and only used himself as a tool so that he can continue operations, STILL uses himself as a tool even though no one wants that of him now (not like this), and that's just so sad and fucked up.

-"most people are unaware that the tiger's claws can tear through skills themselves" aku-kun is pleased that he knows this

-no seriously,  mori-san is so much prettier in the manga. like wth, sometimes he's serving looks

-your master cut out the parts of your brain that feel unhappiness?! WTF IS FYODOR'S SKILL

-ahaha, dazai contacted francis, later atsushi contacts francis... like senpai like kouhai

-interesting. dazai yells "don't touch him" FIRST, and then fyodor kills the man, so it could very well be that he only does it to mislead dazai that touch is necessary for his skill, to play right into his false(?) guess.

-well yeah, dazai is conflicted because he doesn't know fyodor's skill, therefore lacks very important information, ACTUALLY miscalculated fyodor's moves until the very end (as did ranpo), and fyodor just let himself get arrested without any real fuss, which is sus. dazai's at a major disadvantage information-wise and he knows this ain't over (it's never over. it's never ever ever over, never ev-). but it's sweet that it's atsushi that notices this in a scene where it's just the two of them. idk, the fact that it's atsushi and that he doesn't really dwell on it, just reinforces how human dazai is in atsushi's eyes. to everyone else, it'd be a "!" moment. atsushi just notices it, as a fact.

-it feels like in dazai's eyes, atsushi is at his core all that is good and pure and righteous and shiny. the oda vibe in its purest form, never wavering, never tarnished.

-LOUISA IS ONLY 18?!

-"WHO GIVES A CRAP ABOUT YOUR INNER DRAMA!?" AHAHA RANPO-SAN <3 if that ain't the essence of bsd, i don't know what is.

-this ain't no rivalry, dear poe, you're just ranpo-kun's bitch. it's alright, we understand

-this "the conjurer" that they refer to fyodor as is the anime's "majin"? demon fyodor?

-i forget, DO we know the real reason fyodor let them capture him? we know why fukuchi wanted him imprisoned, but fyodor himself?

-ahahaha kunikida makes glasses with his skill and dazai knows and can nullify them? AHAHAHAHAAH that's cute

[underswitch-official]

Ch2 P2

I continue forward and pass by a box. I look inside, and my old clothes, as well as some other clothes and an old glove, are in there. I decide to put the pie in the box.

The sign next to the box says:

This is a box

You can put an item inside or take an item out.

The same box will appear later, so don't worry about coming back. The SAME box. With the same contents.

Sincerely, a box lover.

Asriel reads it again and again but still can't wrap his head around it. I move on and see the skeleton brothers at the other side of the next section. I approach them, and I get close enough to hear what they're saying.

"SO, AS I WAS SAYING ABOUT ALPHYS–"

They see me and start looking between each other and me, eventually spinning very quickly. Then they turn around and face away from me to speak privately, but I can still hear them.

"PAPS!! OH MY GOSH!! IS THAT… A HUMAN!?!?!??!?!"

"uh, i think thats a rock."

"OH."

"hey, what's that in front of the rock?"

"OH MY GOSH!!! (IS… IS THAT A HUMAN?)"

"(yes.)"

"OH MY GOSH!!! PAPYRUS! I FINALLY DID IT!! ALPHYS WILL… I'M GONNA… I'LL BE SO… POPULAR!!! POPULAR!!! POPULAR!!! … 'AHEM'. HUMAN! YOU SHALL NOT PASS THIS AREA! I, THE EXCELLENT SANS, WILL STOP YOU!!! I WILL THEN CAPTURE YOU! YOU WILL BE DELIVERED TO D.C.! THEN… THEN!!! I'M NOT SURE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. IN ANY CASE! CONTINUE… ONLY IF YOU DARE!!!"

Sans shouts "TYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!" as he runs away.

"well, that went well," Papyrus says. "dont sweat it, kid. ill keep an eyesocket out for ya. oh, and in case you were wondering, d.c. is short for 'da capital'."

Papyrus turns around and follows Sans. I also go in that direction.

A new monster called Icecap struts into view, sending my SOUL shooting out of my chest. I press ACT and select Check.

*ICE CAP – ATK 11 DEF 4

*This teen wonders why it isn't named 'Ice Hat.'

"I just looooooove my hat, okay?" It says.

Grey chimneys pop out of the ground and shoot white ice spikes.

I go to the ACT menu again and try Ignore.

"*You manage to tear your eyes away from Ice Cap's hat," Asriel mutters. "It looks annoyed…"

"HELLO??? My hat's up here."

A cool pattern of white lines appears, and I find a spot where I don't have to move to not get hurt.

ACT, Compliment.

"*You inform Ice Cap that it has a great hat!"

"Hey, my hat's too loud for me to hear you!"

More chimneys and ice spikes.

I try Steal.

"*You tried to steal Ice Cap's hat, but it's not weak enough!"

"I KNEW IT!!! THIEF!!!"

More white lines, and I accidentally get hit. 16 HP left. That's karma, I guess.

I tap it with my knife for 15 damage, and it comments on how much it loves its hat again. More chimneys, I don't get hit.

I tap it a bit harder for 20 damage, and it says, "What a nice hat! (Mine)"

More white lines, and I don't get hit.

I try to steal the hat again.

"*You tried to steal Ice Cap's hat, and succeeded! (It melts in your hands…)"

No more attacks. I check the ACT menu again. I choose Compliment.

"*You inform Ice Cap that it still looks fine…"

I spare Ice, and Asriel says, "*You won! *You earned 0 EXP and 22 gold."

I continue walking and manage to ignore the extremely flashy and shiney station. I bet it belongs to Sans. I go to the next section and run, but I'm stopped by a talking dog asking if it saw something move, then admitting that he can only see moving things. He then says that if something WAS moving, like a human, that he'll make sure it never moves again.

"*Doggo blocks the way!"

I reach into the ITEM menu and pull out a stick, then I throw the stick. We play fetch for a while. Then, a big golden sword passes right through my midsection. I'm so scared that I don't move, and don't get hurt. I spare Doggo and get 30 gold. Doggo tries to wrap his head about what just happened, and I take this opportunity to escape.

[thewornoutandtired]

Throwing

Thock!

The sound of an axe hitting a bullseye. It's easy to throw, easy to aim, easy to lose myself in. Throwing, retrieving, and tallying the score; a simple little dance that I know well. It gives me time to think when I need it, or time to space out if thinking is the last thing I need to do.

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

Three knives thrown, three missed shots. The knives are clustered close together, just to the right of where I wanted it to be. The target I'm aiming for is smaller than the bullseye, and it's taking a lot of effort to keep my aim and my arm in sync. I keep missing, but it's fine. I'm using it as a wonderful distraction, while also keeping a goal so I don't get bored.

Click, clack, click, clack.

The sound of dice in my hand, and the clatter as I throw them onto the floor. My players all groan in frustration as they hear me count out loud. The dragon hits hard enough to hurt, but not enough to kill. The game is still on, and they're not going down without a fight. Laughter rolls through us. The best nights are spent with friends and stupid jokes.

Crash!

The sound of a body slamming down on the hood of a car. All my focus is on the man I just threw, but I can feel the eyes of the people gathered around us, feel their shock at what they just witnessed. "Did that kid really just throw him?" Yeah, I did. And if he gets back up, I'll do it again, except I'll put him through the windshield this time. My pulse pounds in my ears, too loud to really think, but I don't need to. I'm running on instinct and pure, undiluted rage. And I'm loving it.

[izzy-b-hands]

"We don't need a map," Alma rolls her eyes. "We take the bus to the museum, see the stuff there, then take the same one home!"

"But Mum-"

"Mum said I'm in charge while she takes Doug to hospital, and we were supposed to go to the museum today anyway. Don't you still want to go?"

Louis frowns, but nods and walks after her.

--

"Oh ew," Stede grimaces and holds out his phone to Ed.

"Whoa," Ed peers closer. "What is it?"

"Doug's finger."

"Oh god...well, Mary has said he's very enthusiastic-"

"Edward! He was chopping up vegetables."

Ed raises a brow. "Is that what the kids call it now?"

"We need to go; the kids are at their place alone right now," Stede says, waving down their waiter. "I'm sure they'll be fine, but-"

"So what was he chopping to fuck himself up that badly?"

"Does it really matter?!"

"Kinda."

"...cucumber."

"Ha! Knew it."

--

"Alma-"

"If you want to do big kid things, then you can't be a baby about it. Are you going to keep being a baby?"

She holds his hand and drags him through the crowd by the bus stop. "See? We're already at the bus!"

He doesn't want to be a baby, but also, their mum has never once said they were allowed to go on the bus alone, or to walk any further than down the block to see friends that lived there.

He holds her hand tighter.

--

"We brought fancy desser-" Ed stops. "Kids? "

"Maybe they're in the backyard," Stede says. "Probably horribly traumatised by seeing that bloodbath."

Ed motions to the two plastic cartoon character covered plates on the table. "Plates are cleaned."

"Well, let's get to looking anyway."

The yard is empty. Their rooms, empty. The entire house, empty.

"Take a breath," Ed sets the styrofoam container with the cheesecake bites into the fridge. "Stede."

But he's in a thousand yard staring contest with the empty plates. He'll own, now at least, that he's been far from the best father.

He's been trying to do better though, and you can't do better if your kids are lost or dead or kidnapped or-

"Okay," Ed gently pushes him towards the door. "We're gonna go walk around and see if they're running around playing with their friends. I bet they are! Then we'll come back and have cheesecake."

--

"I don't have enough money for snacks," Alma sighs. "We just ate lunch!"

"Mum says I'm growing and need-"

"Oh my god, she just says that so you'll eat your vegetables!"

Louis blinks. He'd never thought of that, and he certainly won't forget it now.

"Okay. I'm sorry I asked."

Alma wraps an arm around his shoulder. "Look, we're almost to the museum. Sometimes they have exhibits about foods from other places with samples, maybe there'll be one there today."

He leans into her and tries to watch the cars passing by on the other side of the street, hoping one might be Mum and Doug.

--

"Stede," Ed says, hands on his shoulders. "Look at me."

He's already been sick in the gutter, after the last house that had the same answer as the rest: no, they haven't seen the kids all day.

"It's fine. Kids get adventurous!"

"There's a huge main road close; they probably tried to cross it," Stede fumbles for his phone. "They put out alerts if they find hurt kids, right? Or missing kids?"

"Alma has her cheap phone for emergencies," Ed says. "Call her, and I bet they just went another block over or two. A little bit of rebellion since they got a surprise moment of freedom!"

--

"Hey Dad," Alma says into the chunky, slightly out of date flip phone. "We're just hanging out waiting for Mum and Doug to get back."

"I wanna hear!" Louis snags the phone from her hand and runs to an open bench in the museum lobby. "Dad? We need help-"

"No we don't!" Alma plucks the phone away. "He's scared for Doug, that's all."

"It's loud and I'm scared and we're at the mu-"

"Shut up!"

The phone snaps shut, and they both shut up.

"You hung up on him," Louis says. "You're gonna be in so much trouble!"

"I'll call him back and say it was an accident. Now, I think we should start with the dinosaurs..."

--

"You can go faster on this road," Stede snaps.

"Hey," Ed flashes him a look before turning back to the road. "I'm worried about them too, but that's not fucking necessary."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Look, you said it sounded busy, and Louis shouted out that it was loud. Middle of the day like this, there's a few spots that might be more likely than others."

"The mall isn't far."

"I don't think kids hang out at the mall much anymore. Not at their ages, that's for sure."

Stede frowns. "Right. The library is a bit far for them, but it wouldn't be that noisy."

"Well, we'll just drive around until we find them then."

--

"He's not answering," Alma says softly. "He almost always picks up."

"Maybe he figured we were okay after you hung up on him."

"Stop saying that!"

Louis shrugs. "You did. Do you think if giant sloths were still real you could ride them?"

"What?!"

"Like, instead of riding the bus-"

"Dad isn't answering, and this is what you're worried about?!"

He shrugs again, and sneaks another bit of popcorn from the box of the kid standing next to them.

She wanted to go to the museum, and they're at the museum, and he's trying to have fun even!

There's simply no pleasing a sister.

--

"Museum is the last place that might be that loud," Stede sighs. "There's no school today so I'm sure everyone is out there with their kids."

"That's not so bad," Ed signals to turn, and reroutes them towards the museum. "It's farther away than ideal, but if they're there, they did it safely."

"I'm...I have a lot of thoughts right now, about that. Not all of them that happy."

"Fair enough. They also really shouldn't have left like that without at least telling us-"

Stede chuckles. "I forget you and Izzy used to run rampant as kids."

"And we survived! We're fine!"

"You've both been in therapy on and off for issues with your families for the last two years."

Ed smirks. "And now we're fine! More fine than we were before!"

"Oh my god-"

"Got you to smile a little!"

--

"Louis, stay here!"

Alma looks ready to cry.

"I'm not going anywhere," he grabs her hand and pats it. "It's okay. Dad will answer again. Maybe someone else called him and he can't get off the phone yet."

She drops onto the marble and bench and sobs. "Louis, he's mad at me."

"You don't know that."

"Then why won't he answer?!"

He sits beside her and hugs her. "I don't know. When does the bus to go home leave?"

"I don't remember."

"Oh."

--

"Let's take a minute before we go in," Ed snags Stede's arm. "Deep breath. They're just kids. Kids fuck up and do stupid, absolutely terrifying shit. But they don't mean anything malicious by doing it."

"I know," Stede nods, but his eyes are scanning over the crowds milling in and out of the museum. "But they need to know that this was dangerous."

"And we can tell them that without flipping the fuck out."

"Your therapist is too damn good sometimes."

Ed smiles. "I know, right? It's almost irritating."

"It is."

--

"I'm gonna go find a security guard," Louis says. "Or an adult like the lady at the front desk. They'll get us home or call Mum."

"That's not better!"

Louis sighs and sits back down by Alma, patting her back again. "They're gonna be mad. We can't do anything about that now. But we got to see the dinosaurs, and I got popcorn, and you got to see your favourite dress in the old clothes part, right?"

She sniffles and nods.

"Then we had fun, like you said we would. And it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't got us here."

"Yeah."

"Want me to stay here?"

"Yeah."

--

"Like me except smaller!" Stede stresses to the increasingly befuddled security guard. "They didn't have an adult with them; aren't you supposed to be looking out for things like that?!"

"Sir-"

"He's worried; I'm sorry," Ed smiles and quickly but gently tugs Stede away. "Hey. Let's just look ourselves. They're probably still here, looking at stuff themselves."

"You're right," Stede nods. "Okay. Let's-"

He turns to lead the way, only to let out a grunt as Alma runs directly into him, head into his gut.

"I didn't mean to hang up on you!"

Ed kneels down for Louis. "Hey! Everything okay?"

"Kinda. Alma did a good job getting us here, but we couldn't remember when the bus would leave to take us back."

He scoops Louis up. "That's not bad for kids your age!"

Stede groans and lifts Alma up. "You're almost too big for this, you know?"

She wraps her arms tighter around his neck.

"Not yet she isn't, thankfully," Ed remarks, and leans behind Stede's shoulder to try and see her face. "Hey kid. You did okay."

"We should have stayed home," is the sobbed response.

"Probably, but now you know for next time," he continues. "Wait and ask one of us, or Mum or Doug instead before heading out on your own, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well then," Stede sighs. "Let's work on the story. To explain the tears, maybe you stubbed your toe outside?"

"Babe, we asked all the neighbours where they were," Ed murmurs. "Can't lie to Mary and Doug about this anyway, you know that."

"Right. We'll plan how to tell them about it instead, over those cheesecake things-"

Alma's head pops up slightly. "You brought us cheesecake?"

"Not here, but at the house," Stede continues. "Should we get you two home?"

"Yes please."

"And it's okay, by the way. My phone battery died on the way here, so you couldn't have called me back anyway, sweetheart."

They both snicker lovingly at the frustrated "Oh my god!" from her.

[radiant-reid]

reid reallllyyyy in love hcs?

okay, here we go, i'm not very good at these but here we are and now I've realized that i really love writing these so request more

Spencer Reid x GN!Reader in love headcanons

Literally, the world's biggest simp, and I mean that in the best way possible. There is not a single thing that he would not do for you

LITTLE SPOON !!! No matter what season/era, he is the little spoon. Unless you need the comfort but it's almost more comforting to be spooning him

Practices saying your first name with his last name. Like when he thinks you're not awake and then one day he's introducing you and he totally slips up

The World's Best Gift Giver™ He's very good at knowing what you like and he's even better at finding the perfect present that will have you smiling every time you look at it. From big birthday gifts to smaller things he randomly finds.

Very very nervous to meet your parent/s, but they easily fall in love with him when they see primarily how kind he is to you, and how he looks at you, but also how polite, intelligent and thoughtful he is

After a while, he really starts to like hanging out with your family and hearing stories about you from before you met, especially if they're embarrassing

one day, you read a book right after he's just read it, and find a few of the names had been circled so you check through some other books and, lo and behold, more names are circled. when you ask him about it, he rather blushingly admits they are names he thinks would be cute for your kids

teases you that you're shorter than him, when you're not, he's just really tall

does your hair sometimes because it helps relax him

GIGGLES in the cutest way possible, and it's music to your ears. It mostly happens when he's drunk, but also when it's really late at night, and you two have been talking for hours

tries his absolute hardest to cook for you, but he never learned, so you mostly have to teach him yourself, but he's a quick learner. although there are lots of surfaces in the kitchen that are good for distracting activities

Comes shopping with you and will sit there for hours while you model clothes for him, showering you in compliments because he just can't take his eyes off you

He watches reality tv shows with you. it definitely wasn't his idea at first, but it's mindless entertainment, and he can't help but profile which of the real housewives are deeply insecure and which are pure narcissists

Lets adores you doing his makeup, specifically eyeliner, and painting his nails, especially if they match yours. and he paints your nails better than you can

FLOWERS, FLOWERS, FLOWERS. He buys so many flowers from the local florist that she thinks he's a bit of a player with three or four partners, but he only ever talks about one person.

He can be quite petty and sassy when he's mad (as seen onscreen) but if he's upset, he does a lot of loud sighing until you ask him what's wrong. Although you wouldn't tell him, you think it's better than him bottling things up

Continuing his sassiness, he'll pout all day if you don't kiss him enough

Brings you to every BAU event, if you're not part of the team, to show you off

He's so proud of his willing baseball home run against the secret service and displays the MVP trophy you buy him in a more prominent place than his PhDs

Easily convinces you to wear mismatched socks. Which makes everyone else disgustingly sick

Pulls funny faces, specifically poking his tongue out, at you when the team is around, and he thinks they aren't looking. Not only are they looking, but Penelope's also taking photos

Uses the same type of hair tie as you when he has long hair, but when he cuts it he keeps one of your hair ties on his wrist for you

Even though he's a technophobe, he loves taking pictures of you and will shamelessly pull his phone out to capture some of the moments when you look particularly beautiful

only learns a conversation level of detail about the things you're interested in so you can ramble about things he doesn't know

he doodles, and the first time you caught him doing it he was super embarrassed, but you assure him it's adorable so not only does he annotate books when things remind him of you, he draws little pictures

never, and i mean NEVER does he go anywhere without telling you he loves you, and never does he get back without telling you he missed you

smiles when he sees you smile, even if it's across the room, but both of your eyes subconsciously drift to each other when you're smiling

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I saw a post recently where someone else analysed how Luz's love language is acts of service and Amity's is physical affection, and it got me thinking so in light of today's incredible episode I want to do some serious digging into Luz's feelings for Amity. This is probably gonna get pretty long but hey, these two are more than worth it.

I'm going to go through three key episodes for Luz and Amity's relationship so that I can properly illustrate my points, starting with Lost in Language.

First, I want to talk about how, despite the fact that Amity had been nothing but objectionable to her so far, literally all it takes for Luz to decide she wants to befriend her anyway is reading about Azura befriending Hecate in her book and seeing Amity reading to kids at the library. This clearly establishes that Luz is intrigued by Amity and willing to go out of her way to connect with her, even when Amity hasn't yet given her any particular reason to do so.

Next, let's talk about the manner in which Luz tries to save Amity from Otabin later in the same episode. This is one of the first times we see Luz attempt to be Amity's hero, as she chooses to make an unnecessarily dramatic entrance dressed as her own version of Azura, playing the role of the dashing knight come to rescue the fair maiden albeit not quite as gracefully as is usual in these stories lol. She even takes the time to doodle Amity being impressed by her performance too, introducing the idea that Amity's perception of her means a lot to Luz.

Finally for this episode, we get another example of both these things: Luz putting in a substantial effort to bond with Amity, and Luz wanting to impress Amity or get specific reactions from her. After impulsive plan to get them away from Otabin works, Luz finds the time to be a good even when they're running for their lives and actually manages to make Amity laugh which was an impressive feat at that point tbh, looking extremely pleased when her comment is received positively.

These next two moments provide a neat link to the next episode I want to discuss, Adventures in the Elements, so I'll cover them in one go. We see Luz's first Act of Service for Amity when she offers her the Azura book she's missing to show that she wants to be friends, and then when she meets Amity to get it back we see how important the gesture was for Luz. She's very eager to hear Amity's thoughts, loves it when she finds the fanart Amity drew, and in general it's just obvious that this was another attempt to impress Amity on Luz's part.

This only continues as Luz proudly proclaims that she's going to join Amity's class at Hexside, even winking at her in the process, and solidifies the significance of her giving Amity the book even more by suggesting they start a club to talk about it further. Like, seriously, this entire episode is pretty much just Luz being adorably excited to share classes with Amity and flat out learning a whole new spell just to make sure it happens.

The interesting thing here, though, is that Luz gets really nervous as soon as the twins suggest they all train together, enough to lie to them in a moment of panic, and then gets super embarrassed when she sees that Amity is also practicing at the Knee. This doesn't seem to make much sense since Amity is being pretty nice by this point and not at all mocking or condescending, and Luz has given up on trying to look cool to the twins by now too. But it actually makes a lot of sense when you consider that this is another instance of Luz wanting to impress Amity and worrying about looking inept in front of her.

There's also the way that Luz is just... so clumsy and awkward around Amity in these episodes. The girl knocks a book to the floor and falls off a rock just trying to say hello, for crying out loud, complete with stammering over her words. Yeah, it's safe to say Luz is lowkey crushing on Amity here.

Don't worry, because I saved the best for last. Enchanting Grom Fright is basically the culmination of everything those two previous episodes set up. Not only do we get two Acts of Service from Luz, with her offering to face her own worst fear for Amity with zero hesitation and then happily offering to go to Grom with her so that Amity wouldn't end up alone, but she also brings out some dramatic flair when she declares herself Amity's “fearless champion,” like a knight in shining armour vowing to protect her princess although she still hasn't got the graceful part down lmao.

Plus, there's the fact that in both of their Lingering Eye Contact in Close Proximity with Romantic Tension™ moments in the episode, Luz's expression is the exact same as Amity's, wide-eyed and curious like she's not quite sure what to make of what she's feeling. And that's even before she just full on starts flirting with Amity later on. I'm sorry, but those smirks and fancy show-off moves while dancing are not remotely heterosexual, Luz.

All of this brings us to their current situation: Amity is aware of her crush on Luz but thinks that Luz only sees her as a friend, and Luz is subconsciously flirting with Amity as well as trying to show off for her and be her hero but remains fairly unaware of her crush on her and thinks that Amity likes someone else. So in conclusion, teenagers are useless, but we been knew. Rather, the point I want to end on is that there's a reason why Luz and Amity were so in sync with such amazing chemistry during their dance when they weren't talking, and it's because they both have different ways of communicating their emotions but when they let their actions speak for them they were finally on the same page albeit briefly.

tl;dr - Luz and Amity are both crushing hard on each other, they just need to realise that the other has a different way of expressing their feelings and find the courage to be honest with each other. Amity's crush is more glaringly blatant, what with all the blushing and gay panicking and wanting to ask Luz to the school dance, but Luz's crush on Amity is also pretty evident in the way she tries so hard to impress her and often steps in to help her out with grand gestures, which she never does to anywhere near the same extent with any of her other friends.

[roththeprimordial]

Sokka: So... You're the smartest member of your group?

Edd: Indeed. Perhaps the smartest kid in all of Peach Creek. Yet, unfortunately, I am also very physically weak. And I get looked down on.

Sokka: Don't get me started, in my group, everyone is a bender of some kind. They can control one of the four elements, except for me. I'm just the idea, meat, and sarcasm guy!

Edd: I know, I love to use sarcasm when Eddy is acting foolish or manic. Isn't sarcasm wonderful?

Sokka: Tell me about it!

Edd: Anyway, that is indeed an unfortunate set of circumstances. However, intelligence can be it's own strength. I myself make inventions and have brilliant ideas of my own! Yet, I am also bossed around by the proclaimed 'leader' of my group, and it's usually my job to look over them so they don't go to far in whatever they're doing.

Sokka: Yeah, that reminds me of my sister; Katara. She always nags us and tells us what to do. But, in a way, I'm also kind of the leader of our group. When it comes to tactics and fighting that is.

Edd: Intriguing... So, tell me more about this 'bending' your friends possess.

Sokka: Well, there's Katara who I just told you about. She can control water. Toph can control Earth. Zuko can control fire. And Aang can control air, but he can also control the other three elements, he's the only one who can do it and he's the Avatar.

Edd:... I would be lying if I said I believed in everything you said, however, my friends can perform some odd feats too. Eddy is a schemer, he's rude, greedy, and loud enough to rattle the timbers of every house in a four block vicinity. And there's also Ed, who is my opposite. Very strong and is able to life a house, yet not very smart... He also manages to break the laws of physics constantly, which gives me a massive headache... I sometimes feel like I'm the only logical person in my group.

Sokka: Tell me about it! Me and my friends once went to a village with a fortune teller, where Aang and Katara believed in every word she said! The whole village believed her, she said the volcano they lived by wouldn't explode. And it EXPLODED! If it wasn't for me and my friends, that town would've been DESTROYED!

Edd: Magic and superstition is preposterous! One of the kids in our neighborhood was scared of a telephone his family had, so Eddy took it and he was convinced it was cursed! IT WASN'T CURSED! IT WAS PLASTIC!

Sokka: Plus me and my friends had to run away from three crazy girls who tried to hunt down me and my friends...

Edd: Me and my friends face the same thing! The Kanker Sisters are always trying to chase down me and my friends! And one of them is infatuated with me!

Sokka: ME TOO! One of the three girls chasing me and my friends had a crush on me too!

Edd: Come to think about it... There are several girls who were interested in me over the years, May, Nazz, Sarah, Marie...

Sokka: That's so weird! The same thing happened to me too! There was Princess Yue, Suki, Ty Lee, and even Toph...

Edd: And one of my friends has an aggressive bratty little sister who always pushes him around...

Sokka: Mine too! Except, she's a little less bratty and a LOT MORE psychotic...

Edd: Also... My parents aren't around very much, they leave written notes for chores for me to do around the house.

Sokka: I know what you mean, the Fire Nation took my mother away and my father and the other men of my village had to leave to fight in the war. Leaving me and my sister to look after our small village.

Edd: I'm sorry to hear that. I guess we have a lot in common then...

Sokka: Yeah, looks like it... Hey, I got a few silver pieces, you wanna go out and get some lunch or something?

Edd: I say that sounds like a wonderful idea.