#april fools day was such a special day to us both as friends and a couple

[cowboylikedean]

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[goldenwitherphoenix13]

(Sighs) no one asked for it, but Im gonna share it anyways because no ones asked for it and i want to put an end to this Canary curse debockal.

Here is my interpretation of Canary Jimmy in the life series, the canary curse and why i think the fandom has flanderised it. Its extensive, its repetitive, its probably inaccurate, but I want to both clear up confusion on what the curse is and then share my own interpretation. Spoilers below for today's session of Wild Life, if only brief.

The Canary in the coalmine is all about how when the Canary starts to go quiet or die, that there is danger about. There is poison in the air. That if the coal miners do not evacuate, then they will die.

And when Jimmy was seen bringing death wherever he went, or being out first in the first 4 seasons of the life series, people started to dub him as "the canary" and say he was cursed with "the canary curse". But I think the Canary curse has lost its meaning by now. Its been so consumed by the idea of it just being about Jimmy dying first that I think that we all forgot that it's first ever mention was during Scar, Grian and Joel's series, 100 hours in hardcore minecraft, was not solely about him dying first.

Let's recap.

Part way through the 100 hours series, Scar had to go and get some major surgery done, so he couldn't play on the server for a while. So, while Scar was away, Grian and Joel invited some other friends on to fill the void as they waited for their friend to return. The first friend they invited of was Jimmy and they decided to go to a woodland mansion where this resulted in Grian dying.

This event had happened not too long after the finale of Empires season 1, Where Jimmy (and Fwhip) had just accidentally destroyed the entire server, plunging all the kingdoms into a multitude of disasters and starting the event known as the rapture.

And, remember, this series occurred just after Last life, the second season of the life's series, had ended, where Jimmy had been out the series first twice.

It was ALL of these events that lead to the creation of the fandom dubbing Jimmy as a canary. And the Canary curse was born.

Jimmy then proceeded to die first for 2 more seasons of the life series. And that is when the canary became canon as multiple people started referring to Jimmy being cursed, including Jimmy himself, and Martyn wrote it into his lore. It's also where alot of the fans started to associate the cursecwith just the lifecseries, not really remembering its connections other series.

Back to present day. Jimmy has now gone 2 seasons of the life series and an April fools special without dying first, which is amazing! I'm very proud of him for that! But the fandom feels divided on this, half of them saying him not dying first has broken the curse and now it can't be used as a headcanon anymore, and the other half saying how him breaking it is temporary or that it's only out the first stage and now he's doomed to die second. And to all of you I say... no. No it hasn't ruined the canary hybrid headcanons, no it hadn't been taken to stage 2, the canary curse was NEVER JUST about Jimmy dying first, because it was never just about the life series. The original canary comparisons mentioned Empires and 100 hours, and he never permadied first in either of those series.

Let's go back to the idiom. Canary in a coal mine.

This idiom is based of of a real life practice of taking living, breathing canaries into the coal mines. Coal miners wanted to keep down the costs of having to breed and buy new canaries every time one died, and didnt want to always leave the cute birds that kept them company to die. Its like just using a pet as death foder. They wanted to keep these birds alive for the sake of keeping costs lower and for not killing of the adorable birds. So what would they do? They made chambers to keep the birds alive after they passed out. Oxygen tanks or medicine chambers basically. The canaries didn't always die in the coal mines. They sometimes just got very sick to the point of fainting and passing out, but they could be saved. The canaries don't always need to die to be a warning. They just needed to go quiet. Coming close to death and being kept alive is still a functionable canary system.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

Jimmy isn't cursed as a canary to die first out of everyone. That was never the case. To me, the canary curse has always been about one thing.

The chaos after the canary falls silent. Not after it dies. After it falls silent, after it comes close to death. The curse was never for him. It was a curse on EVERYONE. And Jimmy turning red is enough to trigger it. Jimmy being close to death but not dead yet is enough to trigger the chaos. Jimmy is a canary. His curse was never to die, his curse was never even truly a curse. It was a warning that the games were in danger of ending. That the chaos had only just begun.

And do you know what the cherry on top of all of this is?

The Canary doesn't need to die at all for the coal miners to die.

There are many, many, many ways for coal miners to die in the coal mines. A cave in could crush them, they could find a massive cave that they could fall into, they could turn on and attack eachother. But the Canary can be spared. The Canary may die eventually. Gases or hunger or predators may find it. But it could be the last one to go when the circumstances line up.

It's why I still believe in Canary Jimmy, and why I think he can still win a life series simultaneously. Because it doesn't matter what place he comes at, the canary curse will always trigger. It was never about how Jimmy was "so bad at the game" that he died first. It was never about how the watchers kill him every season because its funny. It was about the death and destruction that hovered around him. The doomsday that chaos brings.

And do you know what's even better? Jimmy is completely unaware of this purpose. He thinks the curse was him dying first because that's what the fans made it out to be.

Jimmy broke this unlucky death streak, but he did not break the canary curse.

Because the canary curse was never JUST for him. It is EVERYONES problem.

Tldr; the canary curse has lost its original meaning and been flanderised to the point of people forgetting that its origins don't require Jimmy to die first and it doesnt need to end in tragedy. The Canary curse is just everyone's problem, including Jimmy, but also including everyone else, and no one has realised this yet. Not even Jimmy. They just think his curse is him dying. But he doesn't even need to die to let the "curse" activate. His presence is more than enough, and even with it he can still win. He's just gotta find the right time.

Anyway I'm done rambling, I hope you guys enjoy my thoughts, I'm going to go finish my Uni Presentation and Evaluations of my project!

[allmyocsarebritish]

Happy birthday Angel Dust!!

Pairing: Angel Dust X Reader

Warnings(?): fluff, brief mentions of drinks and drugs, we love Angel <33

A comfortable silence engulfed Angel Dust's room as you lay on his bed, lovingly stroking Fat Nuggets. Angel sat backwards on the chair by his dresser, facing you as he rested his chin in his palm, another of his hands twirling a cigarette absentmindedly.

"You know," he began in a serious tone, a sudden break in the banter you had been sharing prior to this moment. This caused you to pause and devote your attention entirely to the star. "This is probably best day I've had in a long time, despite the, uh, moments."

You both laughed softly at the memory of Charlie's attempt to make Angel's birthday special, resulting in utter chaos filling the hotel. It had begun with decorations, which had been torn to shreds by cat alastor, a strange new arrival at the hotel. This was followed by the princess herself dropping the cake, having been tripped by one of Sir Pentious's eggs. The mess was extremely distressing to Niffty, as she had just finished waxing the floors.

Later events also did not go quite to plan, with Angel's party being crashed by Cherri bombing down a wall. This turned out to be a positive turn, though, as she was his best friend and made the day vastly more entertaining. The final disaster was when Niffty, ever the lightweight, became rather tipsy quickly, and proceeded to tidy away everyone's drugs and drinks.

Despite all this, you knew that the day had been more than ideal for Angel, and just what he needed, following the long week he had in the studio. As evening drew out, you and Angel joined Husk at the bar for some celebratory drinks, laughing and joking together long into the night.

~

"If your birthday is today, does that make you an April fool?" Husk asked intently, a slight smirk playing on his lips, as you stifled a laugh when Angel's response was to flip him off.

~

Eventually Husk decided to retire to his room, and, as he didn't trust either of you unsupervised around his alcohol (even more so when together) you were forced to head off to Angel's room. So there you were, surrounded by comfort brought only by your favourite person in your favourite place, talking and cuddling the night away.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm grateful. For everyone at the hotel, but, especially you, toots." His voice was slightly wobbly, not noticeably so, but you still picked up on it.

"I'm grateful for you too, Angie. I don't know what the fuck I'd do without you." You hopped off his bed, making your way over to the chair he was sat on and wrapping your arms around him. Angel hugged you back immediately, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you joined him on the chair, practically sitting on top of him.

"Thank you, for being here." He whispered against your skin.

"Of course." You gave him one last tight squeeze before pulling back and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "You know we love you, Angel."

His smile grew at your words, followed by your own. "And I love you the most."

"I love you too." He responded, hand rising to cup your cheek.

"Happy birthday, Anthony."

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Of course, following the theme of the day, your sweet moment was interrupted. Biting back a laugh at the irony of this continuously happening, you looked down at what (or who) interrupted this time. Met with a cold, wet snout pressing against the back of your hand, you leant down and scooped up Fat Nuggets, sandwiching him between you and Angel. Leaning your head against his fluffy chest, you let out a sigh of contentment. All four of Angel's arms were put to use, the lower set hugging you and the little demon pig close, one gently running through your hair and another petting Nuggets.

"Y'know, I really can't consider this eternal torment." You whispered. "Not when I'm with you, baby."

"Me neither, toots. Me neither."

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

“A baby.”

AO3

Part 2

Summary: Annabeth maybe doesn’t choose the best day to tell Percy they’re having a baby

If younger Annabeth could be here now, she’d be freaking out and cursing the gods. She wouldn’t know what to make of what 25-year-old Annabeth was facing right now. Her left hand with a shiny new diamond engagement ring and holding a positive pregnancy test. A decade ago, Annabeth never would’ve thought she’d be planning a wedding and starting a family with Percy Jackson.

Sure in her wildest dreams, she thought about it but despite her mentality of being six steps ahead of everyone else she never clocked in on his feelings for her. Too absorbed in hiding, and at times suppressing, her own. At least until they were fifteen. Ever since they were inseparable. Of course, their friends would disagree because Annabeth and Percy had always come as a pair.

The bathroom door was locked and she was meant to be applying her makeup. Percy was probably playing games on his phone in their living room. But Annabeth couldn’t force herself to put the test down. She kept staring at it like the test would say “April Fools, no baby!” but it never changed.

They were meant to be going on a date but Annabeth knew if she stepped out of this bathroom and told Percy, they’d never make it to the restaurant. He’d probably pick her up and spin them around the living room. They’d cry happy tears together.

Damnit, she wanted to go on this date. She was already dressed up and in heels. So, she wrapped the test in some toilet paper and put it in a drawer. Annabeth grabbed her favorite eyeshadow palette and got to work.

Percy knocked softly, “Beth, you almost ready?”

“Mascara and lipstick then I’m done.” She unlocked the door and opened it. “We won’t be late, I swear.”

Percy was wearing a navy button down and a gray tie. He looked good. Almost good enough that Annabeth wanted to say “screw it, let’s just stay home.” It’s not like she could get more pregnant.

Then her stomach growled.

“Someone’s hungry,” Percy said, walking away laughing to himself.

Under her breath, Annabeth murmured, “yeah your kid.”

They made it to their reservation on time.

“Since someone,” he looked pointedly at Annabeth, “hogged our only bathroom, I’m going to use theirs. Order me whatever to drink.”

Their waiter came while Percy was gone.

“Two waters, a coke, and can you make me some sort of fruity mocktail?”

Anytime they went out to dinner, Annabeth usually got some sort of speciality cocktail. She didn’t want Percy to get suspicious though knowing him as she did, he likely wouldn’t notice. On the off chance he did Annabeth didn’t want to risk it.

When Percy returned, their drinks were already there.

“What looks good?” He asked, “besides you of course.”

“You will not get inappropriate with me right now.” She blushed.

“What? Stop being lewd. All I meant was you look beautiful tonight.” He leaned closer, “though you do look good enough to eat…out.”

Annabeth could feel how warm her cheeks were.

Thankfully, they both turned their attention to the food, quietly looking over the menu and ordering. Their food came out quickly.

“I’ve been craving this potato leek soup all week,” Annabeth told their waiter when he asked how things had come out.

Briefly she wondered if it was too early on to be having cravings. Thankfully Percy couldn’t see her hands, she pressed her palm against her still toned stomach.

She was going to tell him when they got home.

Of course, Percy had other plans when they got home. Annabeth immediately found herself pressed against the front door, wrapping her legs around his waist, and Percy kissing her like it was his last breath. He carried them upstairs. Somewhere in the hall she kicked off her red heels and threw his tie to the floor.

Annabeth was in the midst of unbuttoning his shirt when Percy dropped her onto their bed causing several buttons to snap off. She barely heard them fall because Percy was kissing his way down her neck.

“Now can we be lewd?” Annabeth asked.

From between her thighs, his fingers tucked under her panties, Percy grinned.

It was nearing ten pm when Annabeth finally found the right moment. They were sitting on the couch, she had a mug of green tea in her hands.

“Good news and bad news,” she said.

“Bad news first,” Percy answered.

“Well, you know how we were looking to book that Montauk venue for the wedding next August?”

“They filled up!” Percy exclaimed, “the guy I talked to swore they didn’t book up until the end of November. I’ll call tomorrow and…”

“No Percy, they’re not booked up, it’s just we’re going to have to postpone a year.”

“Wait, why?” He asked, “I thought we decided we didn’t want to wait too long.”

He grabbed her left hand and straightened her ring. Honestly, Annabeth wasn’t really used to it yet. It was only a few months old but it didn’t feel odd being engaged to Percy. She had known for years now that someday they’d be right here, together.

“I know but there’s been a change of circumstances,” she replied, “good news is I’m pregnant.”

“Haha,” Percy said, dropping her hands, “very funny Annabeth it’s April first you got me good.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Sorry I figured it out too quickly. Look being with you has made me smarter I think.”

“No? Percy, I’m pregnant.”

He shook his head, “c’mon, give it up.”

Annabeth stood up and ran upstairs to the bathroom. She quickly pulled out the drawer and unwrapped the test. Percy was standing at the bottom of the stairs. So, she held up the test.

“I’m pregnant,” she said, quietly.

Percy froze and just stared up at her. “You’re pregnant.”

She nodded, smiling as she watched his face change. From shock to delight. He tripped up the stairs, Annabeth caught him on the last step.

“A baby?”

Percy pressed her face into his chest and squeezed her. They were rocking back and forth hugging for a long time before he pulled back to kiss her sweetly.

“I love you,” he said, pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you too.” She was tearing up.

“When did you find out?”

“Right before dinner.”

“You had a drink at dinner!”

She shrugged, “Mocktail.”

“A baby,” he kept saying.

Like repeating it would make it feel more real.

In the kitchen, washing their mugs. “A baby.”

Brushing his teeth, through the toothpaste foam, “a baby.”

Curling up beside Annabeth, lightly tickling her neck, “a baby.”

She thought Percy finally fell asleep because he had gone silent. Until she felt his fingers tapping her belly.

“You know, I thought Hera hated us.”

Annabeth chuckled, “I guess she got over it.”

[wheels-of-despair]

Revenge of the Freaks Summary: The Hellfire Club does April Fool's Day a little differently. Contains: Sweet revenge, don't try this at home. Words: 1k-ish Note: Part of my Evil Woman universe, but more of a Hellfire story than an explicit Eddie pairing. Can be read as a standalone.

Everybody expects to get pranked on April Fool's Day.

Everyone, everywhere, is suspicious of everything. Especially at Hawkins High. Even the cafeteria ladies get side-eyed when students pick up their trays, wondering if there's a little something extra in their pudding today. No one touches the salt and pepper shakers. No one accepts any gifts. Don't even bother trying to share your food. Check the toilet for plastic wrap before you use it. Beware the sink. For 24 hours, everyone is on high alert.

Because everyone is expecting to get pranked on April 1st.

They are not, however, expecting to get pranked on April 2nd.

As your April Fool's Day prank for the Hellfire table, you brought in cookies.

Not toothpaste Oreos. Those are a waste of both toothpaste and cookies. (Although nobody would've complained about being the designated Eater of the Creme Filling.)

Your April Fool's Day Cookies contained M&M's, Reese's Pieces, and Skittles. It counted as a prank because nobody was sure exactly what they were biting into, other than a circle of butter and sugar. But they were actually quite good. You passed them around, and you all shared a laugh and a few cookies. In case anyone was watching.

On April 2nd, when everyone let their guards down and thought they were safe again, Hellfire would strike.

People would suspect Eddie. Eddie was loud and lively and definitely stood out. The rest of you? Unless someone was looking for a punching bag, you all seemed to sort of fade into the background.

You'd be using this to your advantage.

You'd been plotting for months, and finally had a game plan in place.

For Jackie, who asked out Gareth on a dare and burst out laughing when he stuttered through his nervous response, a locker full of dead ladybugs. You'd found a pile of them in the attic and didn't want them to go to waste, so you swept them into a plastic bag and kept them for a special occasion. Showing her what a lady looked like seemed like a good one.

For Chip and his fancy new car, which he nearly ran over Jeff with while revving obnoxiously and laughing with his friends, a piece of bologna on the hood. It would fry in the sun during the school day and leave a marvelously discolored circle there, until his daddy paid to get it fixed. Until then, someone might throw out the phrase "asshole-mobile" a few times and hope it stuck.

For Brandon, who drew unflattering caricatures of Grant on the blackboard in first period every day for a week before he lost interest, a mouse trap would find its way into his backpack. A thoughtful gift for his creative hands. No idea how it got there.

For Troy, who successfully tripped Mike into Lucas one day and attempted to stuff Dustin into a locker the next, tiny bits of chocolate would appear on his chair. (The smaller the pieces, the faster they melt.) The boys had told you about a similar kind of incident with Troy in middle school, and you didn't want to ruin his reputation.

For Ashley, who took credit for spreading the rumor that you were spreading your legs for all of the freaks in town, a very professional-looking letter from the Hawkins Free Clinic would arrive at her house to inform her that she had a venereal disease. Several pamphlets on safe sex were included.

For Mrs. O'Donnell, whose hatred of Eddie seemed to intensify by the day, a loose screw on her desk chair. It would be a real shame if she were to fall on her ass so hard, it broke the stick that had been up it since 1962.

For Jason, who was generally unpleasant to you all, tiny balloons that appeared to be haunting him. Everywhere he went, a tiny balloon or two would appear on the ground nearby. This puzzled everyone, until somebody loudly suggested that he had to use those because regular condoms were too big for him. Wonder who that could have been.

And for the rest of the basketball team, something special to show your appreciation for the way they ruled both the court and the school. Let's go, Tigers.

A few weeks ago, you and Eddie had taken a little trip to a pharmacy two towns over and bought the cheapest, worst-smelling perfume you could find. It was the kind of perfume that an old lady in a fake fur coat might wear to Bingo on Wednesday nights at the VFW. The kind of smell that made you wish the stench of moth balls in her clothes was a little stronger, to help overpower it.

The Hawkins High gym lockers are more open than the lockers in the hallway. Instead of the standard slats on the top and bottom, there's a wire grate to allow for better airflow. Nobody likes a pile of sweaty teenage gym clothes. Just a few pumps of spray into the grate would have their letterman jackets smelling so bad, it was like a warning system. A Jock Alarm, if you will. You'd always be able to smell them coming, because that stuff wasn't ever going to come out.

Eddie spent all of his free time that day in the library, on his best behavior, under the watchful eye of the stern librarian. He was a good boy, just trying to work quietly on his English essay so he could graduate. She would attest to this, if asked, because he gave her a dandelion when he came in and smiled at her every time he got up to sharpen his pencil near her desk.

The recipients of your little gifts may have had their suspicions, but they couldn't prove a thing. No one paid attention to the nameless, faceless freaks of Hawkins High. No one batted an eye when a two-minute trip to the bathroom actually took eight. Or when an unfamiliar face passed through a hallway it had no classes in. Or when someone changed their shirt between periods because it suddenly smelled like an old lady.

After all, why would anyone want to prank people on April 2nd?

[popculturebuffet]

Sam and Max: Freelance Police: Tonight We Love Review (Comissioned by WeirdKev27)

Happy almost valentine's day you happy people! And for those who have a partner, it can be a warm time of love, recommetment and buying stuff. For those of us who haven't found someone or dont' like it's corprate nature it's a more frought time though and that's where some old friends come to the rescue.

Yes we're getting double sam and max this month and it won't be the last time as Kev has tenative plans to have me do more reviews of the two non game sam and max series: the original comics and of course the awesome cartoon sam and max freelance police: plopped onto fox kids and promptly treated like wet garbage, Freelance Police is still a treat to this day and having binged about half of it, I can say it captures the spirit of the franchise perfectly while adding it's own touches: the weapons are either bizzarely specific or entirely over the top to get around not being able to use guns, and it's perfectly enjoyable for both kids and adults, while the 11 minute pace of each cartoon helps keep the series manic energy up. In short it's one of the best adaptations of a comic/video game ever put to film and I badly wish we'd get another somewhere, as with a proper budget, time to develop and the freedom that comes with streaming there's no telling what we could get. But what we got was fantastic.

So this isn't my first review of the cartoon as i've covered both the friend for life as part of an april's fool house of mouse review, and likely will again as it's one of my faviorite episodes and has the red green show's Patrick McKenna as Norm, THE FRIIIENNND FORRRR LIFFFEEEE. I honestly wish like the Geek , who i'll get to, he'd been ported to the telltale games. Especailly after enduring the soda poppers.

Tonight We Love is one of two holiday specials Sam and Max did, the other being said christmas episode. And while the other had some sentiment along with the bloodshed, it's clear the writers didn't like Valentine's Day and knew sam and max, happily married they may be, wouldn't either, so instead our heroes are beach combing to avoid all that lovey dovey shit their not a fan of it. Honestly it's one of the few anti-valentine's day valentine's day episodes i've seen. Sure some specials may have characters against the holiday, but most at least at the core of it reinforce what it means. Sam and Max.. has the duo hate it, never change their mind about it and have the holiday be one big fat obstacle between them and their goal.

So what noble goal sends our heroes hurtling back into the city into the frenzy of lovers, dreamers and me? Why THE PRESIDENT OF COURSE. Well the commisioner anyway. I do love how they do the phone gag here as not only does the comissioner phone in via a shell, but when Max, whose ALREADY HOLDING IT tries to "I got it", Sam picks him up with the metal detector. Kev informed me that Max has a metal plate in his head that comes and goes as the plot needs it.

Anyways our heroes go to the Geek, aka Darla, aka a character I badly wish would come back next time they do something sam and max related. Darla serves the same roll as Bosco from the telltale games, being the team's arms dealer basically. The realtionships are radically diffrent though: Bosco simply sells stuff because that's his job and while he does seem to like the duo, keeps it mostly professional, which is sad as Sam sees him as a father figure. The two also annoy him at times.

In contrast while The Geek can be annoyed by her friends antics and them breaking her stuff, she can also both get in on it and clearly loves the guys. It feels like they split her into Bosco and Sybil for the series to have mor echaracters to interact with, but Darla herself still feels wholly unique. She's also a rare case of exectuive meddling remotely being a good thing: She was originally a fairly sterotypical nerdy boy, but execs wanted a female character, which I think worked out better as with the fo;rmer design the geek likely would've been more of a sterotypical nerd. With this the geek is mor ea modern nerd: snarky, but also plenty willing to goof off. She's also exactly the kind of straight man the two need: someone who will play along and be just as madcap as this world requires her, but who can also be frustrated with the two's stupidity and mayhem without feeling like two seperate people: she primarly gets mad when they break her stuff, which is fair, but is fine making said dangerous stuff for them and loves her surrogate dads.

Anyways this time she's made an artifical heart to the president, which max naturally inserts the obvious joke about. So our heroes stick it on the DeSoto, which is .. just fun to say. Try it.

Naturally this being an 11 minute cartoon not only do they play the timer for all it's worth.. but things quickly go wrong as after sticking it on the atnenna someone STEALS the DeSoto

So the rest of the episode is a madcap chase.. though not too hard at first as the Geek installed a tracking device that naturally goes "over here boneheads" over and over, which is both hilaroius and makes sense… I mean Max likes to play hide the desoto at least once a week and after that scuba diving fiasco with the mer people, he had to have some contegincey ready. Anyways they find the pompadoured desperado and his girlfriend woh have sotlen it to make out and give chase. If i'm not too descriptive.. ti's that ther'es only so much I can say.

At any rate our heroes loose them but find them at loveland, which is suprisingly not some sort of cult or some sort of christian super group done by ned flanders, but a love themed amusment park and pure hell for our heroes, including Max getting stuck in the tunnel of canodling. They eventually find our desperados and I love their explination "I didn't mean to steal your car it just looked stealable". and I also like how while Sam symptahize siwth them max.. tears them to shreds off screen. You crack me up little buddy.

At any rate our heroes get the heart to the president in time which is for his dog, valentine's day is saved.. and our heroes exit as only they know how.. in a hail of bullets after knocking the president over.

Tonight We Love is a fantastic special and if you haven't tried the Sam and Max Cartoon it's a great place to start that has the general formula, some great gags and a fun twisted take on valentine's day all in a tight 11 minutes. Open your heart and spleen to it this couples day and thanks for reading.

[starkcanvas]

Ok some more Ghost Sunny stuff because I'm on a roll!

Because Mari never got her knee injury, she still plays Softball and Aubrey likes to play it with her too.

Whenever the gang has some sort of event everyone tries to be there, but Sunny always shows up, he's reliable like that.

Mari is still a bit of a perfectionist, but not to the same degree in Canon or your AU's due to her parents not putting all that pressure on her.

The reason she got into Piano in this AU is because when Sunny was alive, any sort of piano music would always calm him down. It still does, but it was one of the few things that would actually work back then.

Sunny technically can swim, he doesn't do it normally for obvious reasons, but he does sort of float half way in water.

Mari and their parents know Sunny is very ticklish, but Basil found out accidentally and ended up being more embarrassed than sunny.

Sunny is able to interact with the world around himself normally but he has to actively think about floating or going through walls to do it. This does lead to some confusion when people see Kel throwing a ball and it floating before being tossed back but people really don't care enough to mention it.

When the Gang met Aubrey it was actually Mewo who found her shoe. She did get lots of cuddles because she's a good kitty.

When Basil was introduced to the group Sunny's Mom was baking bagels, this is a coincidence I swear.

Hero got his nickname because his Mom bought a bunch of hero sandwiches when he was younger and it was the only thing he'd eat all week.

Whenever they have sleepovers Sunny always wakes up with someone cuddling him. even when he's not even near them when he falls asleep.

Because of his size, everyone can pick him up

While he doesn't have a favourite food this time around he loves apple juice and it's the easiest way to bribe him.

Every april fools the gang has a big prank off and Sunny + his parents act as the judges.

Despite being incorporeal Sunny and his clothes still get dirty, no-one knows how exactly this happens, but it does mean he doesn't lose out on the joys of a bubble bath.

Mr Plantegg was originally Sunny's, but he gave it to Aubrey after they met because she mentioned that her parents don't get her stuff like that.

When she turns 13, her dad leaves, and when she's 14 the Suzuki's finalise their adoption of Aubrey.

While they don't adopt Basil, they do become good friends with both his grandma and Polly, who does adopt him after his grandma's death.

Despite being a ghost, Sunny can't see other ghosts. I guess he's a special type of ghost~.

He also has a lower 'body' temperature due to being dead, but he is still warm. His family uses this as an excuse to rug him up in warm clothes constantly, it's just a coincidence that the outfits are absolutely adorable.

Sunny found out Mari and Hero had a crush on each other because Mari said she thinks hero was pretty cool during a family dinner in a dreamy voice before turning beet red.

He also later found out heroes side of it because he asked him one day what kind of flowers and chocolates Mari likes.

Can't think of any more because I'm hungry, but I can totally send you more cute stuff when I get up tomorrow!

Wholesome babies ;-; all of them

Although I think I wanna take a break from reading long paragraphs for a bit… Wi-Fi’s being stupid with my phone so I couldn’t listen to music while I slept so I only ended up getting like, 2 hours of sleep and because I was left alone with my negative thoughts all night long, my anxiety kept me up for the rest of the night so… sorry if I don’t seem to be in a good mood today…

[dinosourcookie-cliodelon]

That one Loud House April Fools special episode but it's Balan Wonderworld cast instead (Part 1)

Haha yes. (Wait it's not April Fools tho, I just did it for fun) A bus would stop in the middle of the street and our main protagonists; Leo and Emma steps out of the bus. They were both wearing a coat, sunglasses with a mustache and a hat. They then hide behind a dumpster, then in a tree (Which Leo accidentally falls out of it). Emma: (asks in a worry tone) You okay Leo? Leo: (gives a thumbs up to Emma) Yep! I'm okay! Emma: (sighs in relief) Right, anyways... (pulls out a scooter and jumps off from the tree and rides it to a local highway) Leo: (does some athletic moves while following Emma)

The two would then arrive at their location. Emma: (stops the scooter, looks around and turns to Leo) Alright, Leo. This should be the right place. Leo: (nods to Emma and makes a bird call) Ca-ca! Ca-ca! The 12 inhabitants including Lance (except Balan) would appear from their hiding spots while in their disguises as they heard the bird call. Jose would then walk up to the two while holding his shovel to make sure that it isn't Balan. Jose: (asks in a slowly and with an affected deep voice) What animal does Mary have? Emma: (answers with an affected deep voice too) A lamb with the fleece as white as snow. That made Jose realize that it's just only Emma and Leo as he turns to the others signaling it's not Balan as everyone (except for Leo and Emma) sighs in relief and removes their disguises including the main protagonists. Jose: Oh, good. It's really you Leo and Emma. Are you sure Balan didn't follow you two? Emma: Definitely. We took four different buses! Leo: (adds in) Plus, I've got my friends to do some surveillance on him! Meanwhile at the park, the people and Balan were watching Leo's friends dance performance, but little that Balan didn't know that Leo's friends were monitoring on him to make sure he doesn't do anything suspicious while dancing. Now back to our friends, shall we? Lance: Great! Now let's get down to business. April Fools Day is tomorrow, and we still don't have a plan to stop Balan from pranking our butts off! So, who's got an idea? Iben: Oh, my husband said we could hide in the basement of our house, we just have to watch out for the rats...and the dusts. Sana: (unimpressed at this) You're really selling it, Iben. Fiona: There's an island off from Japan. (pulls out a map and shows it) You can only get to it by swimming or a boat! (smiles proudly) Eis: Sorry, Fiona, but I don't think we have enough money to buy a boat or... Haoyu: Pending some grant money, I could build a boat for us to get there but it might take me some days to do it, unfortunately. Attilio: Or we could stay in the amusement park until April 2nd! Bruce: Why don't we all just ask Balan to stop, but like, really nicely. Everyone frowns at their useless ideas. Lance: (puts his hands in his face) Ugh, maybe this is hopeless! We'll never defeat Balan! Then a movie producer would appear. Producer: Excuse me, but do you guys mind? We're trying to shoot a movie here. (shoos them away) Everyone walks away except for Cass. Cass: Yes, everyone! Out of the shot, please! (poses) Okay, I'm ready for my close up! Producer: Sorry, little girl, you need get out of the shot, too. We're filming a dangerous stunt. Cass: (sighs in disbelief) Oh, okay... Cass walks away as well. Director: And...action! Inserts some action filming scenes in here. (I'm too lazy to do this). Director: Cut! The stunt would recover from the crash, and removes his helmet. His appearance is almost similar to Lance. Cal: Oh good heavens, that guy can really take a breathing! Bruce: And would you look at that, youngsters! He looks just like Lance! Lance: (sighs) Too bad I can't just hire him to take all of Balan's pranks for me... Everyone (except Lance) stares at him. Lance: I wasn't being serious! But that gives Leo a plan. Leo: Aha! I got it! But, Lance, maybe that's the perfect plan! We hire a bunch of stunt doubles to take all hits for us, and we get off pain free! Everyone talks it over and agrees to the plan. TBC Alright Ima make part 2 next if everyone loves it!

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Games in 2023: The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog

In observance of April Fool’s Day, Sega had a very special surprise for us: a free point and click visual novel where Sonic and friends hold a murder mystery party on a train, with the shocking title “The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog”.  I had no idea what to think at first, but I figured there was no harm in trying it out.  If you just want the basics so you can have a fresh experience, then I highly recommend this game; not only is it free, short, and includes some nice assistive features, it’s a heartfelt story full of love for the series that features fantastic characterization for everyone involved, even Shadow.  If you have any degree of affection for Sonic the Hedgehog, play this game.

Okay?  Good.  Now, we delve into spoilers.

You take the role of a new hire at the Mirage Express, a train that hosts special events under the watchful eye of an old Conductor about to retire.  After naming your character, learning the basics of your duties, and memorizing the menu, your first day on the job kicks off with the arrival of Sonic and company in costume for Amy Rose’s murder mystery birthday party.  You collect everyone’s ticket to get a chance to familiarize yourself with the suspects, and then everyone heads off to different cars so the game can begin.  True to the title, Sonic winds up the unlucky victim.  As Amy dashes ahead to begin solving the case, the player notices that Sonic looks a little too injured and, suspecting there could be real trouble brewing, helps Tails play detective so they can keep an eye on everyone.

You probably know exactly what to expect on a gameplay level from a point and click puzzle-solving visual novel.  The one unique wrinkle is that, once you select the correct “evidence”, the player then has to “form their argument”, which is done through a running mini-game visually similar to Sonic 3D Blast.  A little out of left field?  Maybe, but I can see why they’d want to include something a bit closer to Sonic’s usual fare, and it has a certain charm to it.  This is where the assistive features kick in, allowing you to adjust the game speed, required ring count, and hazards so that everyone can make their way through the game.  Towards the end, with the difficulty ramping up and my eyes getting a bit tired, this is what allowed me to finish the game, so I’m a fan.  And, uh, that’s basically all there is to say on a mechanical level!  Nice and simple.

Where the game really shines, again, is the characters.  Given the announcement trailer (“We listened to you…he’s dead.”), one could easily assume this to be an extended bout of tired nostalgia-heavy self-deprecating humor, but no!  Everyone’s individual personality shines through, acting like believable people who actually enjoy each other’s company!  And with Sonic being the murder victim, he’s out of focus for the bulk of the game, letting the extended cast share the spotlight and get more attention than most if not all of them have had in years!  Blaze is in this game!!  There are a few characters who might feel a bit different, and part of that might just depend on the individual player, but for me I found it a negligible deviation.  My theory is that the creator’s goal was to marry the approaches of the Adventure/Dark Age and the Colors Era, to keep a sense of continuity and combine the strengths of both.  It’s light-hearted, but DOES have a heart, if that makes sense.  Examining Shadow specifically: he’s aloof and has a mean RBF, but feels at worst obstinate rather than hostile, and not only is the suspicion directed at him ultimately a red herring, the truth of the situation is that he’s doing something somewhat difficult and incredibly thoughtful for Amy’s birthday.  Like.  Holy shit.

At the climax, it’s revealed that the murderer was Espio…except he was manipulated into taking things too far by the train itself.  I did briefly suspect the train’s numerous robotic arms earlier, but the interactions with everyone else successfully distracted me.  Sonic finally wakes up and reveals that the train is a Badnik taking the party to Eggman’s base, cleverly hinted at by several Eggman-themed items you encounter in the various cars.  Apparently, Espio hasn’t played one of these games before, so he didn’t think it was out of the ordinary that he was instructed to shoot Sonic with a blowgun to paralyze him.  You know what…for Espio?  I believe that.  That’s fucking hilarious.  Anyway, the train wants Eggman to grant its wish: for the Conductor to not retire, instead staying with it so they can continue to work alongside each other.  The train and the Conductor actually care about one another, and the train is so afraid of losing that bond that it's driven to frantic desperation that’s honestly kind of heart-breaking to watch.  All this from a short April Fool’s game!  The heroes are left with no choice but to destroy the train, but the Flicky powering it leaves with the Conductor, letting their bond live on in some way.  Everyone wishes Amy a happy birthday, you get some prompts to determine where the player character goes from here, and there’s a last-minute cameo of Sage, Metal Sonic, Orbot, and Cubot back at Eggman’s base.

It’s just good.  Like, I don’t have any major critiques or anything, it’s just a good fucking video game.  For free!  Most I could do would be, like, name off characters who weren’t in it, but the cast presented feels like just the right size for this sort of thing, so not sure there’s even ground to stand on there. (Granted I’m biased, we get Blaze, Knuckles, AND quality Shadow…) So, uh, yeah.  Good game.  Nice.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Ok I swear I'm gonna shut up and go to be bed and attempt to be even a little normal about this, but fuckin...special bonus episode adapting one of the most popular issues in the series and one of the most important, that drops out of nowhere, with uneven story lengths reflecting the needs of the stories, and with one of the two stories animated so as to do it justice properly, like. I could literally fucking cry, it's so exactly the avant-garde broken formalism I so desperately hoped for out of this show, so much willingness to take risks for the sake of the story they’re telling. I'm so happy. They did both 'Dream of a Thousand Cats' and 'Calliope' such great justice.

388 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

#4

staff gave us stim toys, a sexyman, an army of crabs, and an absolutely deranged text adventure game that deposits you onto tumblr's jobs page at the end. fantastic april fools. twitter could never

477 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

#3

Calliope in the attic, Morpheus in the basement, greatest failmarriage of all of time right there

644 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

#2

"I turned out fine" Guillermo honey you are inSANE

933 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

ok no godFUCKINGdammit you don't understand, he's fat he's queer he's Hispanic specifically, he's an action hero he's a teddy bear he's obsessed with fucking Armand, he's got nearly chivalric levels of devotion to the stupidest man alive, he could do anything wants to and he chooses the most degrading clownshoes career path on purpose, he's got the world's finest ass, every day he contemplates the fact that he could kill them all and every day he chooses to play mom-friend instead, he's short he's a serial killer he's got that smug little fucking grin i wanna bite him i wanna bite him i wanna bite him i don't know What The Fuck nandor's problem is i'll bite that man myself

5,823 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

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[getthebutters]

Your breakup is a good thing

Here we are, right before Valentine’s Day. So, it’s likely you are or are about to find yourself single. But hear me out, that’s a good thing.

It’s a general rule that breakups suck and one right before Valentine’s or some other event sucks so much more, supposedly. But let’s think about this a little more factually, said the autistic.  

The Cold CALCULATIONS of Breakups

Back in 2011, Facebook released a chart showing the most common times that people change their relationship status to single. The most common time is the two weeks before Christmas. Then there’s April Fool’s Day, which is rude but funny at the same time. Then there’s the weeks leading up to spring break and summer break, so people can be free to do what they want. But the fourth most common time for a breakup is – drum roll, please – the two weeks before Valentine’s Day.

So, when you think about it, most breakups are tied to another big event. It’s the most common breakup experience. In fact, it kinda seems like people just generally choose a convenient time for them VS any thoughtfulness on softening the blow for their partner. Despite the cold factuality of this, I think it’s a kind gesture for both parties.

Too many relationships end after they’ve become resentful and toxic. I personally believe you should leave just because it’s unfulfilling or annoying, even if I’m the one being left. Relationships are too important and take up too much brain space to just let things fester.

Why we linger

Originally, when tackling these topics, I’d say that you should wait. I was concerned about doing the “right” thing in a cosmic sense. Now, I realize:

·         I was avoiding inevitable guilt as the person most likely to do the severing.

·         I was avoiding my fear of abandonment in either case.

·         I was avoiding the loss of intimacy.

·         I was avoiding the effort and vulnerability of finding someone new.

·         I was avoiding public and private embarrassment for making a “bad” dating decision.

Notice, I wasn’t holding on for hope or love, just fear. I’m not special, in this way. This sort of thinking is why so many relationships trail on until they explode. Instead, they should just end, regardless of the date. I guarantee that one more night of indentured romance is unlikely to reignite the damp log that used to burn bright and warm your relationship. But it is likely that you’ll trick yourself into letting things hobble along.

WHY WE SHOULDN’T

If someone wants to leave me, I’d rather not collect more experiences to look back on and wonder how I missed the signs of love leaving. I’d rather be thankful to the person brave enough to save us from our shared misery than villainizing someone I once cared for.

If I’m the one ready to leave, I’d rather make a prideworthy decision than interrogate my intuition and gaslight myself. I’d also rather spend Valentine’s alone, loving myself than feeling tense, distant, or confused. I can’t avoid the feelings of guilt, loss and shame forever. Plus, I’d be miserable in the meantime connected to someone I don’t like anymore.

IT’s A MATTER OF KINDNESS

Our understanding of kindness and cruelty is often skewed to keep things as they are VS assessing the weight of our inaction. I feel like this is just cowardice disguised. Kinda like not telling a friend their outfit is ugly, their fly is down, or their breath is bad. Or more correctly, it’s like leaving a deer you hit with your car to bleed out slowly and painfully in the middle of the road.

In all these situations, the kindest thing to do is show care and concern for the well-being of others. You should always help your friends look better, smell better, and keep their desired private parts private. In the case of your struggling relationship, treat it like a deer you hit. Put it out of its misery. Hell, for all you know, they could also be begging for death.

If you are reading this newly single, that didn’t magically ease your sense of grief. But that’s not what I’m here for, I’m shit at soothing people. But I’m surprisingly good at offering a unique perspective that’s directly opposed to melodrama. Hopefully, I did help you break the cloud of grief and sorrow a little.

[thebettybook]

📖An open book📖

Strawbetty’s notes:

🍓 Leona Kingscholar x gn!reader

🍓 Warning: none, an all-fluff story, enjoy~

🍓 Read a “A fool 4 you” before reading this oneshot :D

🍓 Music recommendation: “Comedy” by Gen Hoshino

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🍓Hi, everyone! Thank you for all the love for my previous writings :)

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Ever since you realized on April Fool’s Day that you liked Leona (the irony), you started avoiding him.

Sure, you knew that avoiding Leona wasn’t the most mature thing to do, especially since both of you have come such a long way since the tail-stepping incident.

You remember how you initially found Leona as one of the most intimidating, rude, conniving and calculating people (or in his case, lion-people) you’ve ever met at NRC.

Over time you slowly uncovered his purposefully-hidden ability to care for and help others through his actions (even if Leona claimed he did so to get you or other people out of his hair).

You absentmindedly stared out into the dining hall as your friends and Grim ate lunch next to you.

To your surprise, your eyes landed on Leona’s.

~~~~~

Earlier that day, Ruggie ran to Savanaclaw to wake up Leona for lunch. By now, Leona stopped attending his third period class. Even though he wanted to see you more after the class, Leona would rather sleep in than listen to Professor Trein’s monotone lectures.

Leona surprisingly agreed to go to the dining hall with Ruggie, but only because Leona wanted to see if you were there.

As Leona sat at an empty table while Ruggie fought other NRC students for today’s lunch specials, Leona’s eyes flickered throughout the dining hall.

His eyes landed on yours as if by instinct. Unfazed, Leona kept his eyes on you. Leona expected the usual bright smile or a wave from you, but when you quickly turned away, he raised an eyebrow.

“Something wrong?” Ruggie interrupted, out of breath as he handed Leona a wrapped menchi katsu (ground meat cutlet).

“Nah,” Leona grumbled, tearing the packaging for the menchi katsu. “Just starvin’.”

From the corner of his eye, Leona saw you leave the dining hall with Grim and your friends. As Leona scarfed down his menchi katsu, he couldn’t help but think about your odd reaction.

~~~~~

For the rest of the week you tried your best to avoid Leona. You stopped visiting him at the Botanical Garden and busied yourself with tasks from Crowley or homework from your classes.

Ever since that day at the dining hall, you realized that Leona’s presence now made you flustered and self-conscious beyond belief.

One afternoon, you walked by the Magift stadium in Savanaclaw after working on a group project with some Savanaclaw first-years in your Alchemy class.

In the center of the stadium, Leona shouted at his teammates to focus and pick up their pace. Despite having practiced for hours, the Savanaclaw underclassmen followed Leona’s orders without complaints.

You couldn’t ignore the rapid rhythm of your heartbeat as you stared at Leona. Even though Leona’s hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and he was drenched in sweat, he still looked handsome and regal.

Heat crept up on your cheeks, and it wasn’t because of the hot weather in Savanaclaw. So much for sticking to your plan of avoiding him.

Leona heard your footsteps earlier, but pretended as if he didn’t notice your presence. Despite feeling annoyed at your lack of visits to him all week, Leona would rather eat vegetables than approach you first.

After a few minutes of waiting, Leona cast a glance over to you. When your eyes met his, you squeaked and ran off to the Hall of Mirrors.

Leona frowned and put his hands on his hips. Sure, he called you “herbivore” a lot but you were never as meek as a mouse around him before.

He continued to stare at the spot you stood at earlier. While Leona relished the fact that you basically checked him out a few minutes ago, he wasn’t expecting another shy reaction.

Tch. Leona scratched his head in frustration and turned his focus back to his team.

Crushes sure were troublesome.

~~~~~

The next day, Leona left the weekly dorm leaders’ meeting with a yawn.

The constant chatter of the other dorm leaders drained Leona. Glad that the meeting was over, Leona made his way to the Botanical Garden to take an afternoon nap.

Not too long after, Ruggie came with a bunch of papers in one hand. He nagged at Leona to catch up on missing assignments and homework.

Leona thought about going back to Savanaclaw to take a nap, but Ruggie would probably follow him back and nag at him more.

To get Ruggie off his case, Leona told Ruggie that Leona would do his homework in the library. At least in the library Leona could take a nap in peace.

~~~~~

Leona strode into the library. There seemed to be no students in there at the moment, which made the library peacefully quiet.

Before Leona rounded the corner to find a spot to nap at, he spotted you at one of the bookcases.

You stood on your tiptoes, reaching for an Alchemy textbook on the top shelf of a bookcase. While your group project was over, you had an upcoming test for Alchemy class.

Before your fingers could graze the spine of the desired textbook, a black-gloved hand reached above your head and took it.

You swiftly turned around to see Leona, who towered over you with the textbook in his hand. His body was only a few inches from yours but he also kept a respectful distance.

“Ya need this?” Leona asked, his emerald eyes not leaving yours.

You found yourself admiring his eyes until you turned your head away.

“Yeah, thank you,” you mumbled.

Even though Leona could mask his emotions well, he couldn’t help but still feel a prick of hurt at your averted gaze.

“Oi, if you’re gonna thank someone at least look at them,” Leona said, cocking an eyebrow and not moving.

You turned your head back to face him.

“Thank you,” you told him clearly and gave him a genuine smile. Even if you felt shy around him now, you still felt happy to see him.

Now it was Leona’s turn to look away. He hadn’t seen your warm smile up close in the past week and it caught him off guard.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Leona grumbled.

Leona handed you the textbook without a word and made his way to a small nook by the window to take a nap. You sat at a table furthest from Leona; you wouldn’t be able to focus on studying for your exam if you sat near him.

Sunshine came through the window and enveloped Leona’s area with light, which in turn cast long and dark shadows at your area.

As Leona settled into the nook, he noticed the contrast of lighting between his area and yours. Leona also wasn’t pleased to see that you weren’t physically near him.

“Get over here, herbivore,” Leona commanded. “Ya can’t get much studyin’ done if you read in the dark.”

A knowing smile bloomed on your face. Leona would probably throw you over his shoulder and drag you there himself if you didn’t listen to him.

You walked over to the table closest to Leona and pulled out a chair. Now pleased to have you near him, Leona closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. A few minutes passed and Leona kept hearing you turn pages back and forth in a slightly frantic manner.

He opened one eye to see you look at the pages of the textbook with confusion.

“Stuck on somethin’?” Leona asked, breaking the comfortable silence of the library.

You jumped a bit, not realizing that Leona was awake.

“Yeah, I’m not sure how to calculate and balance the chemical equations for the cure potions,” you explained to Leona.

You expected Leona to either go back to sleep or scoff that such equations were easy. Leona rarely showed it, but he was a genius when it came to Alchemy.

To your surprise, Leona got up from his nook, pulled out the chair next to you and sat in it. He took the textbook and looked at the page of equations.

“Which one do ya have trouble with?” Leona asked you.

You looked at him, a bit stunned. Leona helped you during difficult situations or even just for homework before, but it always took you by surprise.

When you didn’t answer right away, Leona scowled in slight embarrassment.

“I might as well kill some time,” Leona said to you, trying his best to appear bored. “Don’t wanna do my own homework.”

You nodded at him and then pointed to the questions in the textbook. Leona scanned them swiftly and completed the first question on your notebook in a matter of minutes. While doing so, he patiently explained to you the steps.

Leona then wrote a practice problem he came up with for you to try it on your own.

You took your notebook back from Leona, amazed by his thorough explanation and neat handwriting.

As you focused on the practice problem, Leona looked at you with his cheek resting in his right palm.

He noticed how quickly you changed your expression from confusion on the many formulas involved in the equation to one of determination on solving the problem.

When you checked your work with Leona’s and saw that you got it right, your eyes sparkled with happiness.

“I got it!” you beamed at Leona, forgetting about your shyness for a second.

Leona couldn’t help but quirk a little smirk. There was the herbivore he fell for.

“Of course ya did,” Leona replied. “I helped you, didn’t I?”

You rolled your eyes playfully at Leona and then went back to solving the other problems, which were similar to the first one.

Leona leaned back in his chair, yawning as he kept one eye on you. He could usually read your reactions and expressions like the back of his hand, but still couldn’t put a finger on the unusual shyness that you displayed this week.

If Leona had to be bothered to guess, he would say that you must have had a crush on him or something.

Dots filled Leona’s mind as he registered the thought (leonakingscholar.exe has stopped working hehe).

While it now seemed obvious given your actions this past week, Leona decided to test you. Leona plopped his head down on your shoulder, mumbling that he was sleepy. You stopped your writing, flustered by his sudden action.

“Um, Leona,” you said gently. “You should sleep on the nook, it’ll be more comfy.”

Leona didn’t budge and you figured he was already asleep. After all, he often boasted about how he could fall asleep in three seconds. You sighed, softly smiling at him.

Your crush on Leona wasn’t going away anytime soon, and you finally made peace with that fact.

You then turned your attention back to the Alchemy problems. Leona, still pretending to be asleep, snuggled closer to you. He heard the steady rhythm of your heartbeat increase to a more rapid one.

A smirk danced on Leona’s lips as he drifted off into an actual nap. He didn’t need to open his eyes to read into your now-flustered expression. After all, his herbivore couldn’t help but be an open book.

Leona himself wasn’t as open with his emotions. During the rare times when Leona would feel safe to unlock the book that was his heart, his actions or words would become part of the best stories of your days.

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Writer and Leona recap:

Strawbetty: I wanna take a short break. Let’s dance a bit, Leona :D

Leona: I don’t dance, herbivore

Strawberry: We’ll see about that ;)

A lil drawing by me:

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Cooking with Ace

You have a complicated relationship with your “friend” Ace.  It feels like you are closer than friends but neither of you have taken that step to officially make it something more.  In the meantime, you have built a familiar routine of jokes and flirtations that works great for the two of you but annoys all your fellow first years to no end.

“Nice tie prefect,” Ace starts as he comes up on you and Epel, “are you dressing like me now?  What are you in love with me or something?” You let out a harrumph and reply, “As if.  If anything, you are the one copying me.  Can’t get me out of your head, Ace?”  Epel rolls his eyes and hurries away to his next class, thankful that he isn’t in class 1-A and so doesn’t have to watch your awkward flirting during classes too.

“What’s his problem?” Ace asks with a raised eyebrow.  You shrug your shoulders and keep walking with Ace.  “Maybe he is just jealous the Prefect is so in love with me and not him.” Ace ribs you.  “Your right Ace, I am in love with you.” You say as his mouth falls open and his eyes widen.  “APRIL FOOLS!” you shout after watching his reaction. 

“Wha? What! April what now!?” Ace sputters out with flushed cheeks.  You laugh at how flustered you’ve made him and explain April Fools Day is a holiday from your original world where you play pranks on people you know.  “Like there is this one where you make chocolates and fill them with mayonnaise instead of a cherry.”  You start to go on about more pranks you’ve heard of when you hear a tapping behind you.

You both turn and see Housewarden Riddle standing behind you, tapping his foot impatiently.  He does not look amused.  “It’s five minutes to class and you two are over near the sophomore wing.  I can only assume you aren’t concerned about making it to class on time,” he starts in a tight voice.  “You should both know that being late to class is a serious violation of the rules.  Prefect, you aren’t a part of Heartslabyul, so I will refrain from correcting your behavior but try to set a better example for Grim.  As for you Ace…”  Riddles lecture continues until you both need to rush at top speed to make it to class.

In class, you pen notes and pass them back and forth during Trein’s lecture.  Can you believe he almost made us late lecturing us about being late!  Where does that guy get off!  Ace writes.  You can see how frustrated Ace is with his Housewarden.  You write back; Yeah, maybe we should make him a special chocolate to thank him for the tips.  April Fools style. Lol.

Ace looks up from reading the note with a face like he has just had a revelation.  Then he slowly smiles before turning to look at you.  I guess you have plans for the night.

Ace shows up at Ramshackle that evening with a bag of ingredients and supplies secretly “borrowed” from Trey.  You are both eager to start but realize that neither one of you really knows the first thing about making chocolates.  Luckily, you can find a Magicam tutorial for everything!  One sickeningly sweet episode of Cooking with Neige later, you and Ace feel ready to attempt your own chocolates.

Cooking with Ace is chaotic.  Neither one of you is particularly skilled at candy making and you are both pranking each other the whole time.  By the end of the night, you are covered in chocolate, flour and sadly mayonnaise.  But so is Ace, so you are satisfied with that.  Plus, having fun with Ace is really your favorite way to pass a night.

You look down at the box of normal looking chocolates you both made.  “Are you really going to give this to Riddle?” you asked dubiously.  “You know he is going to blow up if you do.”  Ace gives you a look that says obviously.  “I’m going to leave it secretly at his door.  He won’t know who it is from.”  Somehow, you can’t help but feel like this is going to blow up in his face…

The next morning, you sigh as you walk into the kitchen to make breakfast.  Of course, you didn’t think to make Ace stay and clean up the mess with you and now it’s still all sitting here for you.  Well, at least this is the worst thing that will happen to you today, you think.  Like an ominous warning, there comes a knock at the front door of Ramshackle.

You cautiously open the door and know immediately that this will not be a pleasant day.  Riddle is waiting for you and by the color of his face, you know he’s tried the chocolates.  “Prefect,” he says in a deceptively calm voice, “Cater tells me Ace was over here cooking with you last night.”  Your stomach drops into your toes.  “Oh, Cater said that, huh?” you say weakly.  “I thought, Prefect,” Riddle continues, “since you like playing pranks with Ace so much, you surely must wish to join him in his punishment as well.”  You had thought Riddle was red in the face before but somehow, he manages to grow just a touch redder as he shouts, “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”

Class is over for the day, and you are headed to Heartslabyul to paint the roses as part of your deal with Riddle to remove your collar.  You hadn’t seen Ace all day; you aren’t sure if that was because he was hiding from Riddle or if it is indicative of some harsher punishment.  Well, no use in worrying about it now.  You dip your brush in the red paint and lather a white rose into a ruddier hue. 

You hear a sound behind you and turn to see Ace, collared as well.  He gives you a guilty expression, one hand behind his head.  You think to yourself, that isn’t a face you like to see on your friend(?), so you decide to lighten the mood.  You tap your collar and say, “What are you dressing like me now?  What are you in love with me or something?”  As his face falls open in shock, you laugh and grab your bucket of paint before dashing off into the rose maze.  You can hear your partner-in-crime right behind you, laughing and joking as he pursues you.  Yes, this is just as things should be.

[ianfm]

closed starter for Bo Turner ( @urdamage​ ) location: bo & ian’s apartment 

Ian woke up with the worst taste in his mouth. In fact, it was his morning breath that actually got him out of bed that morning when he did. The mix of wine coolers, weed, and Wednesday’s leftover wonton soup they’d consumed last night coated Ian’s unbrushed teeth with a poisonous film of last night’s debris. Fortunately for him their night of over indulgence seemed to do the trick. Once Ian was out of bed it only took him one glance at his partner to know that he’d have a little time to get ready for the day. Ian pulled off the date from their daily calendar and smiled even with a headache forming behind his eyes from last night’s antics. April 1st always held a special place in Ian’s heart and he was quick to grab a pen and scribble out the holiday noted on the calendar. Ian’d never celebrated April Fool’s Day in his life and his pointy little handwriting wrote his own amendment to the calendar. Bo’s Birthday. 

Using yesterday’s date Ian scribbled a quick note to the birthday boy and set it gently beside his partner making sure he didn’t wake him. Wear something colorful. - C Along with the note Ian set out the rainbow paper crown Ian had made for his prince to put on. With those preparations in place Ian quietly got himself dressed by throwing on a polo of Bo’s perfect for the occasion and a pair of jeans. As much as he wanted to stay in his birthday suit he wanted Bo to feel special and lately special things called for getting dressed. As he brushed his teeth he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He wondered if the man in his reflection would be able to keep it together today. He wondered as he scrubbed his canines if he’d be able to put aside the pain in his eyes for one day and find the warmth they once held so easily. Things were still tough and if Ian was honest he dreaded Bo’s birthday this year. Bo’s birthday’s were always tough. He understood the deep seated pain that his partner associated with the day and this year more than ever he knew this birthday would hurt. This time last year Ian had been seeing Delilah and as that was drawing to a messy close he hadn’t had much time to celebrate his best friend.  A new sketchpad and a phone call or two was all that they’d shared for Bo’s birthday and if he could’ve turned back time he would’ve and spent the day enjoying his best friend as he should’ve been. So much had changed for the both of them this year and he hated that he’d fall short this year as well. 

Ian spit the toothpaste into the sink and ran a comb through his hair not wasting much more time on his appearance than that. He didn’t wake up hours before Bo and he knew he had an hour (at best) to get his preparations in order. Unlike his boyfriend, Ian wouldn’t be transforming the apartment into a Halloween extravaganza, he didn’t have a full of presents for him, Ian didn’t even think they’d have birthday sex today but he was putting his best foot forward with what he had. Ian hung the paper chains he’d been working on in secret while Bo was away in their bedroom door frame. He blew up as many balloons as his lungs allowed and scattered them around the floor. Ian only had one present for Bo but it was neatly wrapped and set off to the side to be opened a little later. Nothing Ian did was very impressive as he made due with what he could out of Bo’s art supplies and things they had but he hoped it was enough. 

He still wasn’t cooking like he used to but he got out a frying pan this morning after putting on one of ABBA’s album to further set the mood. Ian was still getting used to his hand and the limitations he was working through but it was important that he cooked for Bo today. He wanted to prove that he could still do some things after months of barely accomplishing the bare minimum. Ian had coffee going and bacon sizzling and soon the tiny apartment was filled with the smell of Ian’s cooking. As he poured the first of his pancake batter (which he colored rainbow for the occasion) he wasn’t thinking about how this was the first time he’d made pancakes since the attack. Instead he was too busy thinking about making Bo one of his favorite foods and he found himself smiling down at the bubbling batter as he waited for sleeping beauty to make his appearance. 

[technowoah]

if you're taking asks for the prompts, can you do 11 and 17 from the angst list with george but have a fluffy ending? she/her pronouns pls

I Can Make It Right

SHSJS I HAVE SO MUCH ANGST IN MY INBOX YALL!

Thanks for the request babe! The way it came out was gender neutral i dont think I user she/her, but it still works trust me!

George x reader imagine (established)

11) "It's not important apparently"

17) "You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off"

⚠︎ angst with happy ending, unresolved issue but they're gonna fix it dont worry 😌, angry George, swearing

*** = flashback

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You had stood infront of your bathroom mirror finishing up your makeup for the night. Your hair was already done and you had a nice outfit on, not to fancy and not too comfortable. While listening to a playlist George had made for you, you had put down the brushes you were using. It didnt really matter if you cleaned up your makeup that was littered all over the sink right now, but right now you were feeling good.

Today was your and George's 3rd year anniversary and you couldn't be happier about it. Today you two were going to dinner and doing something else which was supposed to be a surprise for you. It was a night on the town.

George and you met 4 years ago actually. You two started out as acquaintances, the slowly grew into friends and then one day he asked you to join him to dinner. At first you were oblivious to his actions, thinking he was just being a good friend, but turns out the more dates you two went on the more you caught on. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend 3 years ago today.

His friends keep on pressuring George to propose already, they think it's been long enough. The only thing close to marriage is a promise ring. He put the ring on your finger as a promise that one day he would marry you, everytime you doubt that he will propose you turn your attention to the cute ring on your finger.

You had turned off the bedroom lights and sat on your bed finally relaxing after struggling to find a decent enough outfit for tonight. George said that he was going to pick you up around 6:00 and now it is 5:47 so you had some time to spare.

You had found yourself scrolling through tiktok because you had nothing else better to do at this moment. It was a guilty pleasure of yours even though you and george both joked around about hating tiktok.

Time began to tick away so you had checked the clock on your phone which said 5:57 pm. You had grabbed shoes that you set up against your bed, slipped them on and grabbed all of your belongings for the night. You stationed yourself in the living room waiting till George came to the door.

Nervousness always came up before a date, it was the anticipation actually. You were excited and nervous about the date as you always were, but today for you was special. It was three years worth of beautiful love. You remembered the time he first said I love you too, it was just like it was yesterday.

***

"Hey y/n." George looked towards you. You both were sitting on a plaid, plush blanket with a brown woven basket ontop in between you two. It was just like the movies and that why you cringed because of how cheesy it was when George led you to it.

It was sweet, it was extremely sweet and you loved these dates that George always brung you too. You always felt special when you are sitting next to him.

You responded to George. "Yeah Gogy?" You laughed at the use of his nickname.

"Im trying to be serious right now and you call me Gogy." George smiled and shook his head. "Anyways, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do-"

"No I love you. I mean. I'm in love with you." George reached to rest his hand ontop of yours and repeated himself. "I'm in live with you y/n."

You wasted no time answering. "Im in love with you too."

***

6:03

George didnt show up yet, but there was no sweat. He was only 3 minutes late, maybe he ran into traffick. Your stomach was rumbling, but you didnt want to eat yet since you two we're planning to go to dinner. Patience is key, and it wasnt like he wasn't late before.

6:10

You started to get worried, it's been 10 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend. You had gotton up several times to check outside of your door only to be met with no one. Your mind was jumping to conclusions about if he forgot your anniversary, but you shut those thoughts out for the time being.

6:19

Okay this is getting out of hand. You brung out our phone and began to text George, you couldn't believe that you had waited this long before texting the man.

Where are you? Ive been waiting for 29 minutes?!

[Sent: 6:20pm]

George what are you doing?

[Sent: 6:20pm]

You awaited his text message with your phone faced up on the coffee table infront of you. You didn't want to believe that George woukd forget, or overslept, but that was becoming truth the more minutes passed by with no call or text.

6:30

Calling him was useless, because he didn't answer. He didn't hang up on you he just wasn't picking up the phone, like he turned it off. You started to get worried if something happened to him, if he was in a situation where he couldn't call or text you. You wondered if he was safe at home and not out in the middle of the street.

In a flash all your worries subsided when your phone lit up with a notification.

ThisIsNotGeorgeNotFound is live:

Im Playing golf with my friends

That son of a bitch. Pissed off was an understatement, you were fuming. How could he end up streaming at home when you had constantly reminded him about this day, he knew damn well about this day too. How could he?

You ended up grabbing a jacket and your purse and ended up driving to George's place. It seemed like he was mocking you in a way, he knew you had notifications on for Twitch. You loved to support him and his career, but this was making a fool out of yourself.

Your hand tightly gripped the steering wheel as you tried not to run every red light you cane across. You finally came across George's home, you found a place to park and quickly got out of your car and sped walked your way to George's residence. Finally making up to George's door you knocked harshly on the door probably making more noise than what you intended too. You continuously banged on his door until you got fed up.

Remembering that George had given you a key to his house you dig through your purse to get your set of keys out anr unlock his door. You stomped inside his house and closed the door behind you.

"GEORGE! GEORGE!" You yelled through the house. You were being reckless and annoying, but you didnt care at this point you were fuming and needed to tell George how you feel.

You had made your way to George's recording room where he was talking to his friends on discord. George looked towards you in shock clearly not hearing the sounds you were making throughout his house.

"Y/N?!" George yelled and muted his microphone.

"What the hell are you doing?" You exclaimed back.

"Im streaming thats what Im doing!" George sassed back at you, not paying attention to his screen and the chat.

"Dont get smart with me. End the stream."

"What?! No!"

"You heard me, we need to talk." You crossed your arms across your chest. Your heart was beating too fast for your liking and you tried to calm yourself down, but George's comments were getting to you.

George was about to unmute himself and get back to the game. "No we dont-"

"GEORGE END THE FUCKING STREAM! This is embarrassing! Talk to me cause you have some explaining to do." You snapped at him.

A silence tell upon you two and he glared at you before turning to his stream and closing it out.

"Okay guys! Go watch the other boys streams I need to go now! Bye!" George quickly ended and turned off everything.

He turned around to you still sitting in his chair. "What? What do you want?"

"Do you know what today is?" You asked.

"April 30th." George answered bluntly.

"Thats all you have to say?" You asked in shock. "It's our anniversary dickhead!"

"I fucking know that." George said.

"You do? So why did you start streaming and we had dinner plans?!"

"I told you we were streaming! You weren't listening to me!" George stood up from his chair when he said that.

"When the fuck did you tell me this?!"

"A couple days ago! You didn't listen!"

"But you knew that was our anniversary! And we made dinnerr plans-"

George yelled over you. "A month ago! We made those plans a month ago so excuse me for forgetting!"

"So all these other years you remembered our anniversary and went out of your fucking way to cancel other plans around that date, but today you didnt because why?!" Tears were threatening to fall down you cheeks, but you wouldnt let him see you like that.

"Because I planned this already with the boys! And AGAIN you werent listening to me when I said that-"

"There were several other times that you could've told me too! But you didn't!" You sniffed trying to keep the frustrated tears inside.

"I already planned this and I cant go back on my promise-"

"But you can with me?!" You yelled and George stopped talking. He's just studying your face at this point and you hated this silence.

"Its not important apparently." You said while walking out of the recording room.

"You're being a bitch." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?! That is so disrespectful!" You spun around yelled at him.

"You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off." George said in a annoying tone.

"Yeah you should feel like shit! I feel like shit too so-!" You threw your hands up in exasperation and stormed out the room. You had made it to the door before George called out to you again.

"Y/n! Y/n! Please!"

"No! Just..." You paused before opening the door and ushering your way out. "Call me when you get your shit together.

You were currently curled up on your couch eating leftovers that you had in the refrigerator. That had satisfied your hunger for the night because the dinner was canceled that night. Your anger and sadness had subsided and you were only left with an unusual feeling in your heart. Your relationship felt incomplete, this fight felt incomplete. You didnt break up with him, but you were waiting for closure.

The TV was the only light in the room. It illuminated what it wanted to, you didnt care if it was too dark. Usually you would be cuddled up with George at this ungoldy hour, but you weren't and that made you tear up.

Your sadness was still there, your anger towards George turned into pity. You were sad about the actions he took, but somewhere in your heart you could forgive him. You could forgive and move on if he would come to you.

Speaking of, you had a knock on your door. You didn't have the strength to get up, but you did. Shuffling your way to the door you sluggishly opened it to find George standing there with his hands in his hoodie. The person you wanted to see, but at the same time you wanted to slam that door in his face.

"Hey." George spoke and you gave him a small smile, nothing more.

You turned around to find your seat back on the couch where you were comfortable, but also giving him a silent invitation to come inside. You had sat down on the couch not paying attention to George, but you knew he closed the door, took off his shoes by yours, and put his keys on the table by the door like he always did. It was like a routine to him.

George ended up awkwardly standing beside the couch as you ignored him.

"You know, if you didnt open the door I would've used my keys like you did." George tried to spark up a conversation, but you only hummed in response. You were scared that if you spoke, you would cry.

George ended up making his way to the couch sitting beside you and pulling you into his embrace. Your head was on his chest and you began to sob. You missed this it's only been a few hours, but you had felt that in those few hours you had lost everything. You continued to sob into his hoodie as he rubbed your back and shushed you, whispering sweet nothings into the air only for you to hear.

"Im here, and Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry that I did this to you and I only hope that you can forgive me." George said, his voice cracking a little when he said that. You kept crying.

That's what you wanted to hear all along, that's what you needed. You could forgive him in due time, you always will because you love him, you will always love him. You both can always make it right.

[remakethestars]

Being Damian Wayne's Twin Sister Would Include:

Headcanons.

❝Exactly. I don't ask my dog to drive, and I don't ask the Justice League to solve my problems.❞

— Damian Wayne, Adventures of the Super Sons #9: Showdown on Hexworld

TRIGGER WARNING: Cursing, (Damian’s) death. Mentions of toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny, nightmares, blood, knives.

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When people ask you, “So, which one of you is the evil twin?” Damian always glowers, and you always motion to him.

You look disturbingly alike when only your eyes are showing; Damian’s got long lashes. Talia taught you a good tactic for tag-teaming in combat as kids was to pull up your hinged balaclavas and make the enemy think there was only one of you, that they’re seeing double.

Or for one of you to hang back while the other attacks as a distraction before the other knocks them out from behind.

Obviously, this won’t work when the two of you start filling out, but it works when you’re kids. It’s the reason why, even off the field, the two of you usually wear a matching outfits with hoods.

You utilize the same methods when she sends you to live with Bruce.

You don the Robin costume just like he does, much to the rest of the Batfam’s confusion (both because they weren’t expecting it and because they can’t tell you apart either), but sticking with the “red” theme, you go by Redstart.

There’s a rumor on the street that Robin V. is a meta that can teleport.

The two of you are freakishly good at mimicking the other’s voice and mannerisms, which makes it even harder for your family.

Jason tells you two about April Fools Day, and you make the most of it. Of course, Damian’s a pain in the a$$ and decides to go around pretending to be you and getting into trouble. You’re banned from the mall, and you still have no idea why. 

The two of you can communicate with just an impassive expression (Dick says it looks like a prime example of twin telepathy to anyone else), but anyone close to you knows sh¡t’s about to hit the fan when the two of you look at each other and smirk.

If it’s something you can’t communicate nonverbally, you use your cryptophasia. 

Cryptophasia is a language developed by twins when they’re learning to talk. Most of them grow out of it, you and Damian decided to keep developing it so it became more of a conlang. No one else has been taught to speak it, and they never will be. It’s for emergencies only.

Sun Tzu’s The Art of War was your Bible growing up, and the two of you call out verses when you fight together and need the other to understand a tactic (you both inherited Bruce’s eidetic memory, so you’ve got it memorized).

When you get too big to pull off the which-is-which game, you make your own costume and become the true Redstart. 

It’s basically Damian’s Robin uniform (the Super Sons’s version is the only one I’ll accept), but the boots and gloves are black, the biceps have a white stripe, the lining of the cape is white (the lining of the hood is black), the gold accents become white, it has a zipper down the front instead of clasps, and the mask becomes black (including the eyes). The waterline of the eyes is white. Like a painted redstart.

If Damian’s into animals, you’re into plants. The two of you find common ground on the fact that pollution sucks, so when you walk Titus, you take a trash bag and gloves with you to pick up litter as you go.

You did not want to go to Jon’s school. 

Not because you don’t like Jon (because you do), but because you know you could run intellectual circles around every one of those snot-nosed brats. 

School is stupid. Especially because the American education system is subpar; everything about it is.

You hardly pay attention in class. You do all of the homework a week ahead of time incase something comes up. Usually you’re doing next week’s homework in class. You’ve written entire papers on your phone in Google Docs in the middle of class to be printed out later.

If you’ve already done everything, Damian’s usually drawing and you’re daydreaming or you’re working on a case on your phone.

The teachers are always trying to catch you not paying attention, but you little sh¡ts can always answer their questions. 

Damian’s closest with Dick, but you’re closest with Tim. You admire his ability to plan ahead (see the entirety of the Red Robin comics), and you know that he’s better than both your father and your grandfather; you want to be as good as him when you grow up.

It takes a long time to wash the toxic masculinity and internalized misogyny our of your head, to learn that your grandfather’s ideas of “strength” were wrong, that it’s okay to lean on someone besides Damian, that you can be just as strong as your brother and still be feminine, that there are acceptable emotions besides anger.

Actually, your father teaches you that anger is more likely to get you killed. He won’t let you go into the field when he knows your angry.

It’s harder to drill out of you than your instinct to kill.

There’s a Lebanese restaurant called Tarbooshes (Teen Titans Special #1) the two of you go to when you’re feeling homesick. They make ox blood soup the same way your mother did, and it’s the only non-vegetarian thing Damian will eat for that very reason.

It’s nice to have a place to go where they know you by name and know what you want when you tell them “the usual.” It’s nice to have a place where you’re not a Wayne or an Al Ghul, where you’re just [Y/N] and Damian.

You disappear for an hour on your birthday to eat there. Bruce has asked you were you go, but you kept that between the two of you. 

Speaking of birthdays, you’re eleven minutes older than him. He was six pounds and ten ounces (Batman & Robin #0?), and you were a solid seven.

After Damian died, you go to Tarbooshes to feel close to him.

You were doing all right with the no-killing thing until the night Damian died.

Heretic never stood a chance.

He looked so much like Damian it gave you nightmares, though. Nightmares where you killed your twin brother and woke up sobbing.

Damian didn’t give you a speech in his last moments. He just looked over at you and said in your cryptophasia, “I’m sorry.” 

Not “I love you.” Not “Take care of them for me.” You knew that; you’d do that. He didn’t have to tell you, and he didn’t have to ask.

Just “I’m sorry.” Sorry that you were the one that was left behind.

It’s one thing to lose a family member, to lose a friend, or to lose a lover. It’s another to lose half of your soul.

The two of you had always feared you would die apart. It had always been a possibility; you weren’t stupid enough to think, “It’ll never happen to me.” Because it definitely could. 

And it had.

You wanted to run away from everything. Even just for a while. Go to one of your safe houses in London or France or whatever and just ��� you didn’t know — stare at the wall until you felt better? But you’d made that unspoken promise to Damian — “I’ll take care of them for you; don’t worry.” — to take care of Titus and Catfred and Jerry and Batcow and Goliath, to take care of Alfred and Bruce and Dick and Jason and Cassandra and Tim, to take care of Jon and Colin and Maps.

You avoided the cave. And if you had to go down there for some reason, you refused to look at the Robin suits.

Dick noticed. He asked if you wanted them taken down, even just for a while. You gave him a look like he was nuts and said, “No.”

Jon was a mess. More of a mess than you were, somehow. 

You’d shown up at the Kents’s. Jon was out doing Superboy things with Clark and Conner. Lois was the only one home.

You nearly scared her out of her skin when you materialized behind her and asked, “Is Jon home? It’s important.” 

He had to know first. He deserved to.

For all he put up with from you two, he deserved to be the first to know when one of you was f*cking dead.

Lois, of course, bless her heart, had the mom instincts to know that you were in no way, shape, or form okay even when you were trying so hard to hold yourself together. She asked you what’s wrong, and it’s what made you break. 

Your lip trembled. “He’s gone.”

“Who’s gone?”

“Damian,” your voice broke. “He’s dead.” 

Jon came home to find you in his living room in your Robin uniform, covered in Damian’s and Heretic’s blood, snot running down your lip, sobbing in his mothers arms and knew what happened without having to ask. He did anyway.

When you and Jon both finally passed out, your Uncle Clark flew you back to the Batcave. No one was in any condition — not even Alfred — so he carried you up to your room; took your boots, mask, cape, and gloves off; and tucked you in. Then he went to find Bruce because there was no doubt he was losing it too.

Bruce doesn’t tell you anything about trying to find a way to bring him back without the Lazarus pit because he doesn’t want to get your hopes up. 

You walk into your room one day to find Damian sitting there reading the dissertation (the requirement was three pages, not 120, but your teacher would just have to deal with your coping mechanisms) you had been working on for your World History class and left up on your laptop while on patrol. 

He said with the utmost indifference, “You’ve made some good points, Sister,” and, of course, you pulled out a knife and attacked him because this was — was — was some shapeshifting alien or hologram tech or a cruel joke — your twin was dead, this wasn’t funny, whoever did this was going to pay.

He met you blow-for-blow and flipped away from you before saying, “And here I was expecting a warm welcome,” in your cryptophasia. 

“Brother?” 

“Tt. Obviously.” 

Yeah, a college level thesis. You’re smart. You inherited Bruce’s eidetic memory and were raised by assassins.

You learned seven languages and wrote five doctoral theses by the time your teeth came in, wrote your first letter to a newspaper editor when you were two, could’ve had a geology doctorate when you were seven (Super Sons #1), and it only took you a week to learn the language on Takron-Galtos. You’re smart.

You’re also incredibly skilled. You learned to drive when you were five (Super Sons #1), your mother trained you to go for weeks without eating (Adventures of the Super Sons #6), you can micro-sleep for days and converse with half your brain asleep, can use a muscular contraction to move your liver out of the way of a blade (Nightwing #20), and can place yourself in a deep trance to heal damages caused by a hematoma (also #20).

(My dumba$$ didn’t note what Super Sons/Adventure of the Super Sons comic I was reading when I took notes, so I don’t have all of them noted in the two above bullet points. But that’s where they’re from. If I end up rereading them, I’ll edit this and add the comic numbers.)

The first time on patrol you thought Bruce was gonna die, you called him Baba. 

The next evening, when Dick came to visit the cave, he turned to you and Damian and asked, “So, which one of you called him Dad?” 

“How’d you know?” you asked. 

“He’s smiling the way he did the day I called him Tati.”

“He’s not smiling,” Damian pointed out.

“He is on the inside.”

Can we talk about how royally the Arkham Knights game screwed up Tim Drake? (Though, everything seems to screw up Tim one way or another, I guess.) Why does he look like a quidditch player in the gif above the cut?

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DISCLAIMER ━━━ I’m a dumb white American, and I don’t know much about Arab or Romani culture other than what I’ve learned online. I hope I got it right?? If I didn’t, please drop a comment or P.M. me or something to let me know!