#but no Barbs is extremely important to me

[earl-grey-love]

Is now about 12am for me and so 🥺 our anniversary is over, thats so sad!! But I had a lot of fun honestly and I posted a lot, which is exactly what I planned to do 🥰

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Hello! I absolutely love your blog, it has saved my ass from looking like a fool nine times out of ten. I was wondering if you have any tips for describing voices? Like the tone or even how someone's accent sounds, things of the sort. Thank you :)

Haha, I'm so glad to hear this. Thanks for telling me :)

Abrasive - causing irritation; rude and unfriendly

Acidic - marked by the use of wit that is intended to cause hurt feelings

Adenoidal - exhibiting the characteristics (such as snoring, mouth breathing, and voice nasality) of one affected with abnormally enlarged adenoids

Airy - exceptionally light, delicate, or refined

Animated - full of vigor and spirit; lively

Anxious - characterized by extreme uneasiness of mind or brooding fear about some contingency; worried; ardently or earnestly wishing

Authoritative - recognized authority; clearly accurate or knowledgeable

Barbed - characterized by pointed and biting criticism or sarcasm

Baritone - a male singing voice of medium compass between bass and tenor, also: a person having this voice

Barking - to speak in a curt loud and usually angry tone; snapping

Bass - deep or grave in tone; of low pitch

Big - expressed in an enthusiastic or unrestrained way; hearty; of great force; in a loud or declamatory manner

Bitter - caused by or expressive of severe pain, grief, or regret

Bland - not irritating, stimulating, or invigorating; soothing; dull, insipid

Blasé - apathetic to pleasure or excitement as a result of excessive indulgence or enjoyment; world-weary; sophisticated, worldly-wise; unconcerned

Bleak - lacking in warmth, life, or kindliness; grim; severely simple or austere

Blunt - abrupt in speech or manner; slow or deficient in feeling; insensitive

Bombastic - marked by or given to speech or writing that is given exaggerated importance by artificial or empty means; marked by or given to bombast; pompous, overblown

Booming - making a loud deep sound

Bored - having one's patience, interest, or pleasure exhausted; monotonous

Brash - lacking restraint and discernment; tactless; piercingly sharp; harsh

Braying - to utter the characteristic loud harsh cry of a donkey

Breathy - characterized by or as if by the audible passage of breath

Breezy - airy, nonchalant

Bright - lively, cheerful; intelligent, clever

Brisk - sharp in tone or manner; energetic, quick

Brittle - easily hurt or offended; lacking warmth, depth, or generosity of spirit

Broken - discontinuous, interrupted; imperfectly spoken or written; subdued completely; crushed, sorrowful

Bubbly - cheerful and high-spirited; lively, vivacious

Burbling - babbling, prattling

Calm - free from agitation, excitement, or disturbance

Casual - feeling or showing little concern; nonchalant; informal, natural

Caustic - marked by incisive sarcasm

Childish - marked by or suggestive of immaturity and lack of poise; simple

Chirping - to utter (something) with a cheerful liveliness

Choked - to become choked in breathing; to lose one's composure and fail to perform effectively in a critical situation

Clear - easily heard

Cloying - excessively sweet or sentimental

Coarse - crude or unrefined; harsh, raucous, or rough in tone

Complacent - unconcerned; self-satisfied

Conflicted - to be out of harmony or agreement usually noticeably

Contralto - a singing voice having a range between tenor and mezzo-soprano

Cracked- marked by harshness, dissonance, or failure to sustain a tone

Creaky - marked by creaking; squeaky

Croaking - to utter in a hoarse raucous voice

Crisp - notably sharp, clean-cut, and clear

Crooning - to sing or speak in a gentle murmuring manner

Curt - sparing of words; terse

Discordant - shrill; marked by or producing a harsh combination of sounds

Drawling - to speak slowly with vowel sounds that are longer than usual

Dreamy - quiet and soothing; delightful, ideal

Dry - reserved, aloof; lacking smooth sound qualities

Dulcet - pleasing to the ear; generally pleasing or agreeable

Earnest - characterized by an intense and serious state of mind

Ethereal - marked by unusual delicacy or refinement

Falsetto - an artificially high voice

Faint - lacking strength or vigor; performed weakly or languidly

Feathery - extremely light

Feeble - indicating weakness

Firm - not weak or uncertain; vigorous

Flat - lower than the proper pitch; lacking in animation, zest, or vigor; dull

Fierce - marked by unrestrained zeal or vehemence

Fretful - disposed to fret; irritable, restless

Gentle - soft, delicate

Goofy - being ridiculous or mildly ludicrous; silly

Grating - having a harsh or unpleasant sound

Guttural - articulated in the throat; velar (i.e., formed with the back of the tongue touching or near the soft palate)

Hesitant - slow to act or proceed (as from fear, indecision, or unwillingness); showing or feeling reluctance or hesitation

Hissing - to make a sharp sibilant sound; to utter or whisper angrily or threateningly and with a hiss

Honeyed - pleasingly sweet

Husky - hoarse with or as if with emotion

Hypnotic - readily holding the attention; soothing; tending to cause sleep

Indifferent - marked by a lack of interest, enthusiasm, or concern; apathetic

Insinuating - tending gradually to cause doubt, distrust, or change of outlook often in a slyly subtle manner

Jubilant - feeling or expressing great joy; exultant

Lifeless - lacking qualities expressive of life and vigor; insipid

Lilting - characterized by a rhythmical swing or cadence

Lush - sensual; pleasing to the physical senses

Mellifluous - having a smooth rich flow

Melodious - having a pleasing melody

Monotonous - tediously uniform or unvarying in tone

Nasal - characterized by resonance produced through the nose

Neutral - produced with the tongue in the position it has when at rest

Obsequious - marked by or exhibiting a fawning attentiveness

Piercing - loud, shrill

Piping - shrill

Polished - characterized by a high degree of development or refinement

Punchy - vivid, vibrant

Querulous - habitually complaining; fretful, whining

Raucous - disagreeably harsh or strident; hoarse

Reedy - having the tone quality of a reed instrument

Resonant - continuing to sound; echoing

Ribald - marked by coarseness or lewdness; crude, offensive

Robust - having or showing vigor, strength, or firmness

Saccharine - ingratiatingly agreeable or friendly; overly sentimental; mawkish

Scornful - full of scorn; contemptuous

Sibilant - having, containing, or producing the sound of or a sound resembling that of the s or the sh in sash

Silken - agreeably smooth; harmonious

Silvery - having a soft high clear musical tone

Sleek - smooth in speech or manner

Sluggish - markedly slow in movement, flow, or growth

Slurring - to utter with such reduction, substitution, or omission of sounds

Sly - lightly mischievous; roguish

Smarmy - revealing or marked by a smug, ingratiating, or false earnestness

Smoky - having a low throaty quality

Snide - slyly disparaging; insinuating

Somber - of a serious mien; grave

Sonorous - full or loud in sound

Soprano - the highest singing voice of women or boys and formerly of castrati, also: a person having this voice

Sour - unpleasant, distasteful

Staccato - marked by short clear-cut singing of tones or chords; disjointed

Steely - resembling or suggesting steel (as in hardness, strength, or coldness)

Strained - done or produced with excessive effort

Strident - characterized by harsh, insistent, and discordant sound

Stony - manifesting no movement or reaction; dumb, expressionless

Suave - smooth in texture, performance, or style

Surly - irritably sullen and churlish in mood or manner; crabbed

Tart - marked by a biting, acrimonious, or cutting quality

Teasing - to disturb or annoy by persistent irritating or provoking especially in a petty or mischievous way

Tender - delicate or soft in quality or tone

Throaty - heavy, thick, and deep as if from the throat

Thunderous - marked by a high volume of sound

Tremulous - such as is or might be caused by nervousness or shakiness

Unctuous - having, revealing, or marked by a smug, ingratiating, and false earnestness or spirituality

Undulating - to rise and fall in volume, pitch, or cadence

Velvety - having the character of velvet as in being soft, smooth, or thick

Wheezy - wheezing (i.e., breathe with difficulty usually with a whistling sound)

Whiny - having a high-pitched, shrill or plaintive quality

Wistful - full of yearning or desire tinged with melancholy

Effectively describing a voice requires encapsulating the volume, pitch, tone, style, and feeling evoked by the character. Choose specific adjectives to capture your character's voice.

Here is a category system that is fairly standard:

Soprano: C4 to A5 vocal range

Mezzo-soprano: A3 to F5 vocal range

Alto: F3 to D5 vocal range

Tenor: B2 to G4 vocal range

Baritone: G2 to E4 vocal range

Bass: E2 to C4 vocal range

Basically: if it’s a descriptive adjective, it can probably be used to describe the voice of a character. You want whomever is reading the description to immediately “hear” what makes the character unique. 

5 Tips for Writing Character Accents

Accents give us information about where a character is from, and the use of distinct speech patterns can give your story a rich texture and flavor.

Here are some tips to consider when giving your characters accents:

1. Make sure your character’s speech isn’t distracting

When writing dialect or a particular accent, it can be tempting to write a character’s dialogue using phonetic spellings.

However, this use of dialect can distract your reader.

If your character is French and is constantly saying “ze” instead of “the,” the reader will be focusing more on decoding the line of dialogue than they will on plot or character development.

When writing fiction, your reader’s attention should always be on the story, and anything that distracts from that probably isn’t worth including.

2. Research slang and colloquialisms

Each region of the world has its own standard pronunciation, sentence structure, and slang.

If your main character has an Australian, Jamaican, Spanish, or Scottish accent, their word choice will likely be different than if they grew up speaking American English.

Research commonly used foreign words, slang phrases, and colloquialisms from your character's part of the world.

Listen to podcasts that feature speakers from your desired region.

Be as specific as possible. Example:

If your character is from New York, their word choice might be different depending on if they’re from the Bronx or Staten Island.

3. Use pieces of other languages

If you’re writing a character who speaks a foreign language, one way to communicate their accent is to simply include snippets of their native tongue in their lines of dialogue.

This will demonstrate the character’s native language and implied accent without resorting to the distracting eyesore of phonetic spelling.

When writing words from languages besides English, you may need to include accented letters.

Writing accented characters is simple to do on a common keyboard; you can apply accent marks and special characters by using keyboard shortcuts.

You can also change your keyboard settings to an international keyboard, which will make it easier to type accents that use accent graves or other accent marks.

4. Don’t stereotype

Writing different dialects indelicately can make you appear condescending towards non-native English speakers or people who use the English language differently than you do.

One of the most common offenders is the use of “eye dialect,” which refers to using misspellings or nonstandard spellings in order to depict a character’s accent (for instance, writing “fixin’” with an apostrophe instead of “fixing” in order to demonstrate Appalachian or Southern accents).

By focusing on the “otherness” of regional dialects and non-native speakers, a writer may give the impression that they are making fun of the way people speak.

When writing different accents, keep eye dialect to a minimum.

5. Recognize that character speech is determined by context

Accents aren’t always determined by region or nationality.

Sometimes, our own accents change depending on who we’re speaking to or our emotional or physical state.

We may slur our speech when we’re drunk, or we may attempt to use complex English words when we’re speaking with someone we perceive to be of a higher status.

Seeing a character change their accents in different contexts can serve as a clever way of revealing the emotional condition of a character.

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Writing Notes: Tone

Hope this helps! If it does, do tag me or send me a link to your writing. I'd love to read your work.

[perfectfangirl]

on the topic of possessiveness [from cooper, towards lucy], i suppose i'd have to reference how he acted prewar. that's the best foundation to me about it because though he's changed a great deal in a lot of ways, his expression of love seems to be somewhat unchanged and let me explain that idk--- nothing about cooper's behaviour towards barb seems out of the ordinary or even "possessive" to me with regards to his love and expressions their of. at least anything that was presented prewar and to me. he wasn't upset about her having male coworkers, he wasn't upset at those male coworkers getting their dry cleaning, he wasn't upset she often brought work home with her and received work calls at home. this all seems like reasonable stuff, even perhaps bare minimum. now as for some other things... he let her have house parties without his consent or knowledge, he got roped into endorsements for companies he was unfortunately defending the ideals of. he'd get into arguments with her and backed down pretty quickly even if it seemed like he was making more sense than her or was probably even right. going as far as to say cooper is a doormat is not what i want to imply here. but i do think his love was kind of total, absolute... if not blind. he did almost anything she asked. so that betrayal must've been devastating realizing how entangled his life became trying to disentangle from someone who you come to find to be terrible. i saw nothing but love and respect in cooper's interactions with barb. if i read anything as "possessive", i'd wager it's when he'd be respectfully ignoring his bosses or her coworkers about work and would flirt with/stare at his wife while she/they was at work. or when he'd ask if she just had to work at vault tec and be around those type of guys she was around, who irritated and actually literally bothered cooper. i would not conventionally label these times as possessive because to me, cooper was just being a wife guy and was also annoyed with some corporate fanboys. he just seemed like he liked spending time with his family and wanted to spend time with his family, it was important to him, he liked being at home with his wife, chillin'. so then, on one hand, i am of the opinion he's closed that well off pretty good and it would take a lot of prying to open that back up again. so possession would probably not be on his mind, far from it. cooper would sooner try to not have any feelings at all, would prefer to chem them away than admit he's anywhere near in love, let alone possessive. but on the other other hand--- he's been alive for two hundred fifty years. wandering the wasteland. sometimes buried in the ground. with all ten fingers of his intact. he just took off his gloves for this vault girl to bite one of them off. then sews her finger onto his hand. he's uh going through some stuff, yeah dgdkfgk. he probably hasn't encountered an actual morally good person in centuries, he use to admire and love barb for her goodness and i suspect also for her will, intelligence, and independence. something lucy also strongly has. with what i have seen, the only thing i'd say i suspect cooper would be possessive of is her goodness. noble in one extreme, toxic in another. putting himself in harm's way, protecting her, ironically being the voice of reason and morality in a tough situation... just so she can stay "clean" and "good". now that's the possessive i could see. after she saved him, i could imagine he'd literally never want her to get her hands too "dirty" ever again.

[lunajay33]

The Day Will Come

Summary: Going out to help bring Maggie to the hilltop ends up with you and the others on your knees infront of Negan, you’re one of his victims everyone thinks you’re dead until you wake up in hilltop

Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Warning: Gore

•Masterlist•

Daryl had ran out with Glenn and Rosita going to try and stop him, I desperately wanted to go after him aswell but Maggie needed me, I’m her sister after all and I could tell she was extremely sick and if Glenn wasn’t here I needed to be

The rest of us loaded in the RV and were off the hilltop, I was sat in the back with Maggie holding her against me hoping it might help knowing I’m here to protect her

“You’ll be okay sis, we will get you there” he whispered as I ran my hand up and down her back

“I’m scared”

“I know……..” in all honesty I has just as scared, I didn’t wanna lose her or this baby

The RV slowed to a stop confusing us

“Damn it…….its the saviours” Rick groaned instructing Abraham to back up and take another road

This happened over and over again, there was no getting away from them, finally we had to go on foot, having Maggie on a makeshift bed so she didn’t have to walk

My heart was in my ears she was getting worse and my anxiety was at its peek, something was going to happen out here and it’s nothing good, the saviours are after us

As if on cue bright lights flickered on as whistles of the saviours surrounded us, placing us in a line up I was at the end next to Michonne, Maggie was shaking, everyone was scared that’s when they brought out Rosita, Glenn and……Daryl, he was in bad shape, covered in blood, they shoved him down next to me and it was hard not to reach out to him but I couldn’t take my eyes off him the tears streaming down my face, he was shaking obviously in pain

“Let’s bring out the big guy” and out came Negan, swinging around his bat embedded with barbed wire, after his whole speech about how it’s only right to take one of us out considering we killed a whole group of his and that’s when the counting started

“Enie” Carl

“Meenie” Sasha

“Miney” Rick

“Moe” Michonne

“Catch” Me

“A tiger” Daryl

“By” Glenn

“His toe” Rosita

“If” Abraham

“He hollers” Eugene

“Let him go” Aaron

He kept going picking us at random as he pointed his bat at us

“My mother” Maggie

“Told me” Carl

“To pick” Me

“The very” Rosita

“Best” Sasha

“One” Rick

“And you” Daryl

“Are” Glenn

He looked around at everyone of us until he stood infront of Abraham

“It” Abraham rose on his knees starring him down just like he always did

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we'll start, You can breathe, You can blink…..You can cry, Hell, you're all gonna be doing that”

His bat came down hard on Abraham splattering blood all over Michonne and Maggie

“Suck my nuts” Abraham slurred out

Negan kept going over and over and over until there was nothing left of his head except a mush of brain and skull, everyone was crying Sasha and Rosita losing someone they loved on another level

He stood infront of Rosita placing his bat full of blood and Abraham infront of her

“Oh dear were you two a thing…….take a look”

She refused obviously traumatized

“LOOK AT IT”

Daryl shot up punching Negan square in the face

“DARYL NO!” I screamed as the other men pinned him down next to me

“Now, I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with... but I'm a man of my word, First impressions are important I need you to know me, So... back to it” his bat was up again coming down on Glenn, my heart stopped hearing the painful heartbroken scream come from Maggie, Glenn was like my brother

They were dead two of us were gone so quickly and painfully, I watched as Glenn was pulverized someone who was so dear to me, who was next the sight made me sick, I leaned forward throwing up all over the ground running down my legs

“Look at this….so weak, now I said y’all could cry and scream but now I didn’t say you could go and make a mess here, gotta pay for that” he said as he kneeled infront of me

“No please please no” I cried I couldn’t die not yet I still had so much left to do with my family with Daryl this couldn’t be the end

“Relax darling, you’re gonna get a different punishment

“Don’t ya touch her” Daryl growled from beside me

“Oh is she yours” all Daryl did was look between me and Negan with a scared look I’ve barely ever seen

“Even better” I felt hands on my shoulders dragging me forward infront of the group looking back to see other men holding Daryl down

“Please I’m sorry………I didn’t mean to” I whimpered unbelievably scared

He laughed pointing to the man behind me, the man held me down so I couldn’t move

“No darlin, this might hurt a bit, but it’s your own damn fault, SIMON GET THE MELON SCOOP”

Oh dear god he’s gonna take out my eyes, i tried to squirm away and break free but it was no use the guy was way too strong, Simon handed Negan the tool, obviously modified to be sharper

“LEAVE HER ALONE” Maggie screamed

I was facing the whole group now seeing all their panicked faces

I looked at Daryl seeing the fear and the struggle he was doing to get to me

“I love you Daryl, I love you Maggie”

Negan took the back of my in one hand as Simon use metal tools to hold open my left eye so there was no way I could stop this, the melon baller got closer and closer until I felt the edge of it at the side of my eye, it was quick and I let out the most blood curdling scream then everything felt numb, my ears ringing everyone infront of me a blur

“Dar……Daryl” I said then everything went black

Third POV

Negan held your eye laughing as he sees you out on the ground

“Such pretty eyes…….well eye, what a shame” he said as he threw your left eye at Daryl

Negan took Rick away only coming back when the sun was rising, your body still limp on the ground everyone hoping and praying you’d wake up

“We’re done here men” all the saviours got in their trucks and left

Daryl scrambled quickly over to your limp body lifting you into his lap

“Baby please, please come back” he cried looking at all the blood smeared down your face

“We gotta get Maggie and her to hilltop, maybe there’s still a chance” Sasha said as she helped Daryl lift you and lay you in the back set of a truck, your head still resting against his lap, Maggie in the passenger seat, and Sasha driving as the others headed back to Alexandria

They got to hilltop, the doctor checking on Maggie and helping her before he moved onto you

“I’m gonna have to clean out her socket, she’s still alive thankfully but if she wakes up she’s gonna have a hard time adjusting to this” he told Daryl

You got cleaned up and was laid on a spare bed in the main house, thankfully Jesus convinced Gregory to let her stay in the house along with Daryl

Y/ns POV

My head was pounding as I heard shuffling around me, I opened my eyes but something was wrong I could only see out of my right side, I looked around panicked when I saw Daryl sat on a chair next to my bed asleep

“Daryl” my throat was incredibly dry

His eyes shot open quickly coming to my side

“Here have some water” he said giving me a glass that was waiting on the night stand, I chugged it down

“Why can’t I see on my left side?” I asked scared

“Ya don’t remember?” I shook my head confused

“Negan took yer eye peach” everything came rushing back, Maggie sick, Abraham dying then Glenn

“Oh god” I laid back down feeling sick and dizzy

“Yer gonna be okay, I’m gonna help ya” he said as he brushed my hair back

“Don’t look at me” I said as I turned my back to him

“What’re ya talking ‘bout”

“I’m hideous Daryl I’m probably disfigured”

“Ya ain’t, yer still the woman I fell in love with, ain’t nothing gonna stop me from loving ya”

“I love you too D”

[fefairys]

"The way Vriska introduces herself to John says everything about her, and about their relationship, and really, her relationship with everyone. She forcefully interrupts a moment that is deeply important and emotional to him, thereby probably denying that opportunity from ever happening again, just so she can insert herself into his life and force him to pay attention to her. Now here she is again, being kind of rude (e.g. calling him stupid), but more than that, being vaguely obsequious overall, which is something about her I was harping on in the last book. Vriska cozies up to certain kinds of people, namely those she wants something from or feels will elevate her status by association. John's the perfect mark for the manipulative, ass-kissing games she plays. Since we're in the Vriska Zone now and forever, I'll just keep talking about her. It bears more examination of how her manipulation strategy seems to deftly blend ass-kissing and aggression. Successfully manipulative, sociopathically charismatic people tend to have this balance down to a science. The strategy seems to involve controlling the interplay between flattery, appealing to common interests, charming or flirtatious rhetoric, and little jabs, negs, or outright insults to keep the target off-balance. The target gets sort of hooked by the fascinating spectacle, intrigued, and strangely disarmed. Too much flattery results in suspicion, too much negativity is a turn-off (or taken to an extreme like Karkat, results in not being taken seriously at all). The barbs mixed in with the flattery are effective because they lead the target to think, "If this person really wants something from me, why would they insult me?" Of course, this is how pick-up artists operate, which isn't far off from Vriska's mindset when pursuing her goals—which, although more broad than romantic goals, are still mixed in with them, with the end result being part of the overall power play. Over the course of her tactics focused on John to make herself more relevant, when actual romantic designs start seeping into the fabric of her manipulation campaign, that's when it all starts to get...A Little Bit Weird.

We've already seen a lot of Vriska's tactics on display in Hivebent, with mixed results. By now she's had a lot of practice, and she's bringing all her skills to bear on the perfect rube for her schemes, this nerdy, gullible Egbert kid. The romantic angle that surfaces from this effort, as I just implied, is vaguely troubling. How else to describe it... ? Icky, maybe? Something is off about it, and we feel that more than John does, obviously because we know a lot more about her than he does. For Vriska, are the romantic desires real? Is she such a mess inside that she wouldn't be able to tell whether the feelings are genuine or not? It's more likely that it's all about the ego boost, the power trip involved with grooming this hapless fool into the thing she wants him to be, and hoodwinking him into feeling something for her. But for him, it's probably more sincere. His first awkward experience with romance, albeit one contrived by a manipulator. Too bad he has no idea that none of this even has anything to do with him. It's still just about Vriska's gamesmanship with Terezi, who is another person exhibiting many of the aforementioned qualities of a manipulator. Terezi just uses hers to target a different boy. Both are highly successful with their boywork, but they take very different approaches." -Andrew Hussie

[barbwritesstuff]

hi barb i love love love how, seemingly, from the train station meeting onwards, nathan seems to put vampires into 2 categories: mc and everyone else, and that really really becomes apparent when you get to his apartment and see his boards and mc's photo is set aside, and that he went out of his way to find a better photo of them than the one with blackwell 💖

honestly the fact that, even though he does still keep the stake nearby, he allows, and wants a vampire's mouth near some very important and unprotected bits makes me weak

if anything happens to him my mc will kill everyone in the room and then herself i think

im just extremely obsessed with him thank u for writing him

Keep in mind, that this is only when Nathan believes MC doesn't hurt humans. If you do hurt humans, he'll treat you like any other vampire.

[brucewaynehater101]

I just thought of the comedy potential in a Superkids summer camp.

I imagine the other members of the Justice League are super impressed with the robins and want their children to have basic training so they have a better chance at surviving. So they ask Batman about it. He says no (probably because the idea that he can train kids to survive is a bit triggering to him), so they ask Nightwing about it and he's delighted to organize with his siblings.

This would be for the youngest of heros/children of heros so think Damian and younger. Except for Damian all the Bat kids are camp counselor. Some rapid fire thoughts:

Dick and Barbara are the main camp counselors. They sometimes have to leave camp because duty calls (I mean, all of them have to at some point). Dick would teach the kids how to properly fall, a lot of knots and some fun beginners acrobatics. The kids love him because he's great at retelling stories at the bonfire. All of the campers are trying to piece together his love life because it sounds chaotic.

Barbara teaches the kids basic tech skills, how to properly use comms and how to spot cameras and mics. She and Jason may not be as outwardly protective as Dick but they understand the danger of being a hero's kid (Gordon counts as a hero to me). The kids think she's fun because she's always up to mess with the boys, but she's also the one that talks about the serious stuff. When Dick gave them the talk about the importance of their safety at first they didn't take him seriously. It's Barbara who (with tact of course) makes them understand they're not invulnerable, and everyone needs training.

Cass might get overwhelmed at times because communication doesn't come easy to her and kids are particularly prone to misunderstanding things (sometimes on purpose). She still enjoys it tho, and considers it good practice (Barbara is really proud of her). She teaches hand to hand combat and hr marshmallows are always perfect.

Jason is conflicted. I think he would have a lot of fun pulling pranks and teaching the kids how to aim with different weapons (non lethal of course), but the premise of "these kids have a target on their back" hits a bit close to home. He's definitely broken down about it at some point. He hides it well and tells amazing fictional bonfire stories (that aren't the plot of classical books reimagined)

Steph is the local expert in disguises and teaches the kids different accents and how to change body language. She's also extremely chaotic and helps the kids pull pranks on the rest of the counselors. The kids love her impressions and she provides voices for Dicks stories in exchange for marshmallows.

Tim is having a lot of fun and I imagine him and Dick are reminiscing about Young Justice/Teen Titans a lot now that they're surrounded by kids. He teaches the kids how to be stealthy and probably introduces them to the art of "always having a backup plan for your back up plans". He corrects Dicks inaccuracies when his retelling his own battles (and provides evidence with Barbs). He would also be amazing at telling horror stories.

Duke would be the one helping the kids find creative uses for their powers. Since they're still young a lot of them are still figuring it out. He also helps non metas to spot the weaknesses in superpowers. Also he, Jason and Steph definitely give the kids the ACAB talk (Tim offers to distract Dick and Barbara). He makes visual aids for bonfire stories (sometimes he makes Dick look derpy because that's how siblings work).

Damian hates the whole idea at first. Sure, he gets to spend time with John but he could have done that without a bunch of bumbling idiots around. And half of those are not even his siblings! He considers it beneath him, he doesn't need to learn what he knew at five. He starts helping the other kids out because "he just can't stand to watch such incompetence". The kids start going to him for advice and at first he's very annoyed but eventually he realizes that they're looking at him as some sort of camo leader. Then he gets really flustered about it (especially when some of them start calling him friend). Dick and Tim high five behind his back, it was the plan all along.

(Damm this got long sorry. I would love to hear your ideas on possible interactions or other things the bat kids could teach the kids. I really don't know much about the younger gen)

I don't know much about the younger generation as well :( I really like this idea, though! And you're absolutely fine. This ask wasn't that long and was super enjoyable ^^

There's a ton of cute ideas that you've mentioned with the batkids and campers. It kind of got away from me, but I started to wonder about them making camp an annual event.

They could extend the camp out to people who have powers in general instead of just heroes kids. The camp would be disguised (even from some parents who don't know their kid is trying to be a vigilante or has powers). It's a great idea to give the kids survival techniques, connections, training, etc. The fact that it's over the summer also helps so that the kids can focus on school during the school year.

The camp is funded and slightly looked over by the JL, but it's mainly headed by the batkids. Some of their hero friends also help out over the summer if they want to and can.

Eventually, they start to have organization for what's being taught. They have many many classes taught by different heroes, vigilantes, anti-heroes, trusted contacts, etc. They want the kids to have fun, but be safe. Here are some of their classes:

First Aid/Medical Help - All campers are required to have some sort of first aid class on their schedule. They can test out of the lower levels, but most end up repeating a class. It's been 10 or so months since they last learned the material. The camp is certified to allow campers to get a CPR certificate if they complete this class.

Stealth - various levels on staying hidden in different scenarios, blending in, or getting away enough to hide

Disguises - This includes keeping and maintaining a secret identity

Hero Ethics - This class goes over various laws in place (regionally, nationally, and internationally), the impact of capes on the community level, etc.

Vigilante/Hero Arrests - Basically how heroes make arrests, how this holds up in a court of law, necessary steps, evidence gathering, etc.

Power Safety - how to safely experiment with your power, when to use it, how to use it, etc.

Fun with Powers - how to let loose a little, enjoy the moments, and be free with any powers. It also allows campers to feel more confident and reassured.

Water Fighting/Rescue - They use the lake to demonstrate how to help people, how to fight various villain types over water, and how to calm down panicked civilians in water. They also have classes geared towards teaching people to swim or row

Arts, Crafts, and Police Sketches - Usually for fun, but the higher levels help people with making quick witness sketches

Dance and Movement - teaching folks how to move their bodies in various ways, how to incorporate dance into they fighting, how to dance in general, and how different movements create different effects

Being Prepared - backup plans for the backup plans

The Downsides of Being a Hero - older campers are eligible to take this class so that they are aware of the consequences of this path. Once you're in it, it's hard to let go. They want people to make informed decisions (they aren't discouraging heroics. Rather, they are chatting about the ugly sides people don't usually talk about).

Life Essentials - cooking, cleaning, sewing, taxes, etc.

Survival - How to survive in all types of scenarios (rural, urban, in forests, deserts, etc.)

Night Classes - stuff they teach after it gets dark (navigating in little to no light, for instance)

There's probably more, but this seemed like a solid start. They have campfires, lots of free time to explore, trails to hike, those blow-up water things, plenty of games mixed around, treasure hunts, capture the flag nights, etc. They want the kids to be safe, have people they can turn to for advice, but to still be kids.

My response doesn't really focus on the batkids, but you can try to assign who teaches what, which friends get dragged into camp, how all the logistics are handled, who's playing music over the intercoms, fun pranks they do, and other stuff.

[kabie-whump]

CYOA Whump Part 17

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You chose: Nothing. I'll try to form a stronger bond with him before I ask for help.

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You and Onthyes sit together below deck as the sounds of fighting dwindle down. You're dizzy and cold from blood loss, but he seems confident that you're going to survive.

Sunlight blinds you as the door opens and John beckons the two of you outside. His nose is bleeding, but he looks fine otherwise.

"Hildris?" Onthyes asks as he helps you to your feet.

"She's a tough one, laddie," John says, giving him a firm pat on the shoulder. "A wee stab wound is nothin she can't handle."

"Thank the gods. I wanted to help but..."

"Your charge here is more important, accordin to the captain. Shame that Rye's gonna beat your kill record now. It'll go right to the bastard's head."

Onthyes winces. "I don't mind. It suits him better than me."

Nearby, Hildris is sitting atop a crate while a young elven woman presses her hands to the wound in her side, chanting a soft melody. Her hands glow gold, and Hildres lets out a contented sigh.

"Who is that?" you whisper.

"Tiria," Onthyes replies, leading you over to her. "She's a healer. We picked her up a few months ago. Found her stranded on an island."

You stop short, glaring at him as you pull on the chain, forcing him to stop and look at you.

"What?"

"There has been a healer on board this whole time and I have never met her? What about when I got the shit beat out of me? My ribs have been killing me and they could have just been magically healed?"

A breeze swirls around you, making Onthyes's clothes flap around where he'd torn them to make a bandage for your arm.

"She doesn't want us asking her for healing unless it's an emergency. She doesn't like to tire herself on scrapes and bruises when someone could break a bone or be impaled any second."

"Are my broken ribs not an emergency?"

Onthyes sighs. "They're probably only bruised, Ventis. Rye wasn't even wearing his kicking boots."

You glance over at where Rye is showing off his newest trophy - a severed finger. On his feet, his blood-soaked boots are capped with thick metal spikes.

"I see."

You allow Onthyes to lead you to Tiria. She eyes you with a bored expression as she cleans blood off her hands. "Let's see it."

Onthyes unwraps the makeshift bandages from your upper arm. "He got hit with an arrow," he explains. "Barbed head. I cut it out as soon as we were safe."

You do your best to sit still as Tiria examines the wound. She pokes it with her long fingers and it takes all of your self control to not flinch away from the pain.

"Not bad, Onthyes," she remarks. "Clean cuts. You'd make a good surgeon."

"Um... thanks."

Her fingers dig a little deeper into the wound and you see a look of morbid fascination cross her face. "Your blood is... bubbly," she murmurs. "Interesting."

"Air genasi thing. Can you just heal me?" you grind out through your teeth.

"Hmph. Alright."

She starts singing and the pain fades away, replaced with a tingling warmth that spreads through your whole body. You sigh, your muscles relaxing for the first time in forever.

As she works, you watch the rest of the crew bring in the spoils. Crates and crates of supplies and merchandise. The civilians and remaining guards that weren't killed in the fight are left tied up on their own ship. You can feel the excitement of the pirates around you; can hear the whispers about how this is by far the best haul they've ever had.

And it's all thanks to you.

They're never letting you go now.

The next few weeks go similarly. A few days of downtime followed by Erxik calling you in for a task that requires you to use your magic. The crew of the Fortune enjoy a new era of wealth and power thanks to their use of your abilities.

You stay chained to Onthyes, but it gets easier to manage and it turns out that the two of you coexist pretty well considering how different you are. It helps that he's extremely comfortable to sleep next to. You warm up to his friends as well, and the next time Rye tries to fuck with you he only gets a few punches in before Golkulildyth the Mighty glares at him as she stands to her full eight feet of height and he backs down.

So things are going well, all things considered.

One night, you and Onthyes are preparing to go down for bed when you hear Rye's voice. His voice is low like he's trying to whisper, but the wind just so happens to carry it right to your ear.

You pause, pulling on the chain to halt Onthyes and signaling for him to be quiet.

"Captain's got all this wealth now thanks to the little freak," he says. "But the rest of us ain't seen none of it."

"I hear ya." This one's a woman's voice, deep and raspy. Tinny. "But ya can't go pressin him about it, alright? Captain ain't keen on sharin. You know that."

"Something's gonna change, Tin. If he don't start feeling generous soon we're gonna have to take matters into our own hands."

"Yer not talkin mutiny. I won't hear that."

"Ya didn't. I never said the word. I never said nothin."

You hear footsteps, and you and Onthyes hurry below deck.

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[the-full-shakespearience]

King Lear characters as dril tweets

I saw @susanstohelits make a version of this and I have to exorcise a thought demon by making my own

Lear: me and a bunch of stupid assholes are going to start a community in the middle of the desert to either die or prove a very important point

Goneril: as far as im concerned the best revenge is ordering wolf piss online & pouring it into soneones car. “living well” is too hard

Regan: thinking of wrapping my entire body in barbed wire and becoming Sovereign

Cordelia: THERAPIST: your problem is, that youre perfect, and everyone is jealous of your good posts, and that makes you rightfully upset. ME: I agree

Gloucester: yo hollywood! check THIS out! *flops over face forward, lies still, becomes dust over the course of 100 years and is separated by the wind*

Edgar: due to budget constraints the ground hog this year has been replaced by a caged man in a loincloth who also fears shadows

Edmund: today’s the day that i put on my high heel cowboy boots & stomp the shit out of the fake plastic son that my father raised before I was born

Fool: fuck “jokes”. everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this

Kent: awfully bold of you to fly the Good Year blimp on a year that has been extremely bad thus far

Albany: got all these tabs open like “Girl poison husband rate” and “Poisoned husband body count” researching if i should want to have a wife or not

Cornwall: grandmom kicked me out of the house because she caught me waterboarding an extremely small man

King of France: every woman ivr ever spoken to would describe our correspondence as “Graceful”

Burgundy: I shoudl not be expected to put my knee on the ground to propose to a woman, the same ground where the animals shit.

Bonus

Lear, again: as this website’s foremost broken human being, id like to announce that oysters make me mad now, for some reason

[zukkaart]

As someone who’s indigenous I have lots of questions about Sokka but I think the one the consumes me the most is

How did he get two fish hooks stuck in his finger?

Like I have actually gotten a fishhook stuck in my finger before (don’t ask) and the LAST thing I would have done would be to use another fish hook:

They’ve usually got at the very least one barb. So the best course of action is to apply pressure at the tip, pull sharply (depending on how deep it’s buried) and pray.

The only instance in which I could see this happening is because the first time this happened was after the men left- because Sokka never went fishing on his own before. He always had someone making sure he didn’t get hurt. And therefore never learned how to tend to his own wounds

Katara likely wasn’t there. And depending on what time of year it was he might now have wanted to risk taking off his gloves, and if he didn’t then he was risking the fabric of the gloves getting caught in the hook could have caused more damage.

And if he didn’t want to take off his glove that means he got the hook stuck in his finer through the glove. Which is very hard to do on accident.

So I could picture Sokka trying to asses his materials- likely only fishing materials. And deciding which one to use so that he can keep hunting instead of just going to ask for help, because he’s the leader now - he should be able to take care of himself.

Hmmm fishing line? Maybe. Net? No. Knife? Definitely not. Food? Tasty but unhelpful. Hook? … that could work.

The only way my mind can make sense of this is if his gloves were already off. Therefore he hooked the second one through the first one in sort of an “x” shape. And either slipped or pulled the entirely wrong direction- leading him to have to pack up his things with one functioning hand, and return to the village (presumably empty handed) to get help.

And yeah this is all “haha funny” and it’s poked at in the show. But I just think about how important providing is to my people.

And a man’s first solo hunt is a huge thing because hunting on your own is extremely dangerous. Of course fishing isn’t the same thing and doesn’t come with all of the same risks but I could see how Sokka would see it the same way. It’s not about hunting, it’s about providing.

And in his mind, he not only failed to do that but also injured himself in the process. He covers it up with humor (as he does with pretty much all his trauma) but that was probably his first taste of what he perceived to be a real failure to care for his people.

[bobbydagen24]

going back to my Peppy Dies idea for a Future film what would you think if the movie did legit have Poppy forgive the Villain who killed Peppy? or at least let them off the Hook in the end?

links above if your not caught up lol anyway

I talked before about how in this story idea there would be two ways of resolving the conflict either of which I feel would work in making Poppy's character stronger

either having her finally admit some of her morals and beliefs can't always work and sometimes some people do just need to be stopped with force and can't be redeemed or talked around.

or having her still stick to her ideals even after her dads death and trying to make peace with the villains Despite what they did and

tbh given this is Trolls I could kinda imagine them most likely going with the second option and maybe going all the way with the Forgiveness message

and even if the main villain of a story did legit kill Peppy Poppy would still Decide to forgive them and they'd even be let off the Hook in the end.

not only for her own peace of mind but also maybe just as a choice of her putting the Village first if this villain has their own community that they'd have to fight in order to get to them.

so she'd still actively try and choose the most peaceful option for everyone even if it meant having to let something as big as this go and move on with her life anyway.

and tbh I actually wouldn't mind that my problem with Poppy isn't her character's beliefs my problem is it doesn't really feel like she's had them properly tested and thus feels less admirable for lack of a better word.

her being kind and bubbly and constantly preaching to other people about giving second chances and family being important even if it isn't perfect and violence not being the answer.

are on the surface noble Traits for a character to have but imo its weakened a lot by her not actually having been properly challenged on these ideals.

instead it always seems to be people around her who have to go through the harsh extremes and still decide to maintain these values

like all the people Barb enslaved and who's homes she destroyed having to be cool with her roaming free at the end of the second movie and the Pop Queen buddying up to her.

or Branch having to go through everything he did with his family and despite their crappy behaviour in present day still decide to uphold poppy's values of family always being worth it even if they have major flaws.

Poppy herself preaches about stuff like this while never actually being the one Tested in the films

Viva was meant to be a test for her the writers literally said this but that doesn't really work imo

because frankly it isn't strong enough Viva had problems that were neither of their faults and honestly didn't effect Poppy that much

since she obviously would have just come back for her after they had saved Floyd anyway so their separation was only ever going to be temporary

even if Viva hadn't gotten over her decades long fear to come and help Poppy in the end so that wasn't really a test of Poppy's values at all tbh.

so yeah I feel this or something like this would work well in making Poppy a stronger character even if some people would say it would just be another example of Trolls being too forgiving of villains.

which it would to be fair but at least in this instance it would actually be character focused

unlike with Barb or Crimp getting let off the Hook in the past for no real Thematic or character Driven Reason.

what do you think about this idea? you can be Brutally Honest I Don't mind 😂😂😂😂

[kakiastro]

Pluto Aquarius + the Power of your Stan’s

I usually follow pop culture because I think they are amazing examples to see what’s going on in our society.

Pluto has been Aquarius for a week now and you can feel the energetic shifts already. There’s already been some crazy ish going on and I think we’re seeing this transit in action already lol

Just a quick summary of the archetypes of this transit

-Aquarius is the sign of the people, groups, fandoms, social media, tech/Ai, thoughts and innovation.

-Pluto is the sign of transformation, rebirth, death, the underworld.

So Aquarius is the opposing side of Leo.

Leo is the performer and artist, the stage

Aquarius is the audience and consumers

You can’t have one without the other, they’re polarities

There’s been 2 recent big incidents that’s let me to this prediction.

1. Taylor Swift (Leo aka the artist) was just recently the target of a heinous AI video(Aquarius) where it showed her nude and doing inappropriate things(Pluto) on X(Aquarius). The Swifties(Taylor fan base) banded together (Aquarius) to get the account shut down I believe. Now there’s been a huge public outrage that’s even reached politics on what we should do about true dangers (Pluto) of AI(Aquarius)

Taylor has her NN in Aquarius 3h. So Pluto is transiting the house of the media, journalism, community. NN is destiny. No, I’m not saying this was destined to happen to her but due to this incident, will she be the example of the dangers of what lies ahead and what we can do to not let it happen again. Not just to her but to any of us, if ppl can make fake videos of you, that can be harmful and dangerous. NN leads the way and aqua is progressive. It wouldn’t surprise me if she became a spokesperson for the safety of AI. 3h rules over speakers. She’s also a Venus Aquarius, it makes sense now why Pluto is obsessed with her love life lol

2. Now this incident happened on Friday during the Leo Full Moon. So this means Leo moon was opposing Pluto Aqua. Megan thee Stallion released her new single “Hiss” which is essentially a diss record to the ppl who’s been trash talking her these last few years. Now Megan is an Aquarius Sun/Mercury 10h with a Leo moon 4h. So this single is poignant to her career, it’s already generating lots of buzz in the public(Aquarius) now here’s where it gets crazy. There’s a line in Megan song where’s she referenced Megan’s Law. Now if you don’t know what this is, it’s where you can look up sx offenders and horrible ppl like that. Now why is this important? Well, Nicki Minaj saw this as a slight about her husband and has went live and posted countless of threads(Aquarius) pretty much beefing with Megan, which included Megan deceased mother being brought up. Now Nicki is an Aquarius rising so Pluto is going through her 1h. Her as a person is going through changes, she has lots sag energy as well

Now there’s a Barbs vs Hotties thing going on (Aquarius). Now there’s always been rap beefs but I don’t know if it’s just me but this feels different, it’s personal in a deep malicious way if that makes sense. I feel it’s going come down to how these 2 fandoms responds to each other. I’m going to be real, it can get ugly between the fandoms

This leads to my predictions

-the people that support you will bè your army so to speak.

-the artist(Leo) will always be here but it depends on the connection the have with their Stan’s because they’re the ones who’s going to lift the artist up and defend them. We are in the era of the “people” that’s not just with famous people, it’s with you as well. Who are your ppl? I don’t care if it’s only 3 ppl on your team, having that support will be beneficial for you!

-I feel we are about to see a lot of Stan culture rise like never before. So yea, the celebrity culture (Leo)may be dying but the fan culture will be gnarly . We’re going from one extreme to the other yall lol. Celebrities won’t have to do really anything because there Stan’s will keep them relevant. So really celeb culture is “dying” but more like transforming into something else. I feel like the celebs who will be more in-tuned with ppl will be the most famous ones.

Let me know what y’all think? Do you think Stan culture will rise in the next 20ish years?

[kairithemang0]

kai! got a question, could you possibly share more of your headcanons or ideas about characters (any fandom you want :P)? because every time i see one of yours post about stuff like that, i just go 'whoa he makes really good headcanons' i don't really know where im going with this but,,, yea :P (im extremely tired im so sorry lol)

I'm in an Agent Curt Mega mood (bcs I'm drawing him atm and he looks really sad and angsty but I'm also feeling very sad and angsty sooo)

I just love him, I think he's fascinating. Also I'm glad you like my headcanons! I care about them a lot, idk these characters mean something to me at this point, for better or worse

Since I'm feeling sad and angsty I'm gonna make him sad and angsty

So I don't think that he was with anyone after Owen fell. I think he stayed single out of guilt. After he kills Owen the second time he spirals, never able to really keep a relationship. He's miserable. And he's just like that for the rest of his life as he plots to take down Chimera but also having a really shitty work/life balance and now nothing in his life is consistent. With Owen he could hope they'd end up on another mission together, he could hope Owen wasn't going to die. He had something to look forward to that wasn't just a next mission. After Owen dies, for either time, he really just has nothing. He's sad, he's alone, he probably only talks to his mom but even that's rarely and post staircase scene he has Tati and Barb but I don't think either of them will be too helpful in the long run.

Gah this guy just seems so lonely to me. I don't know, he doesn't seem like the type of guy to just have friends

I feel like I'm digging too deep into how much Curt cared about their relationship. I think pre fall he'd be with other guys because he didn't feel as if his relationship with Owen was really that real. Sure, Owen was one of the few who understood his experience, but I don't think he realized until after the fall how much Owen actually meant to him. This is probably what really started his downward spiral. He lost the most important person to him, someone he had taken for granted for years and then killed him (or thought he did). I don't know if someone can really come back from that, even after Curt goes back to spying he still needs Owen, he has flashbacks to him, telling him, whispering in his ear. Owen's haunting him in the worst way possible and the worst part is that Owen is alive and not only that now he hates Curt.

Post fall I don't think Curt ever recovers. I think that after killing your lover twice you can't come back from that. Again, the man probably died alone. Probably alcohol poisoning, if I had to guess.

Sorry this one is really sad

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Nancy was running, and she could feel the wind whipping through her hair as she did so. Her heart was pounding, and she could feel the rush of blood in her ears. The monster was coming closer and closer. Oh no. What was she going to do? There was nowhere else to hide. Nancy quickly dove behind a tree, and she could see Steve across the yard. He had the same idea. He sat behind the tree and put his fingers to his lips. Nancy's eyes widened as she saw the monster come up behind Steve and pounced. He was slammed to the ground.

"I got you, Daddy!" The monster shrieked.

"Well, damn," Steve cursed.

The monster, of course, was their daughter, Barb Wheeler. Four years old and already as fierce as her mother, or so Steve says. They adopted her when she was a baby. Nancy was both an investigative reporter and a PI. Still is. She had found the baby in a dumpster when she had been working a case. As soon as she held the baby, Nancy knew. The girl was hers. As Erica Sinclair would say, they were just the facts.

"Mama! Daddy said a no-no word!" Barb exclaimed.

"Well, we can't let him get away with that," Nancy said, her eyes twinkling.

Barb frowned thoughtfully, her dark brown curls dancing in the wind. She was very proud of her hair. It had taken forever to grow it out. She had seen the pictures from when she was two, and she had been extremely balding. Apparently, she didn't much care to see her scalp, and she set her hair free every chance she got.

"His turn to be the monster," Barb declared.

"That seems fair," Nancy said.

And so, it was Steve who was chasing them around the yard now. Everyone was laughing and smiling, high-pitched squeals filling the yard. After the week that she had, Nancy needed this time with her family. It took a while for Nancy to enjoy the feeling of running and not being chased by monsters, but now here she was. . . Having it all. If there's one thing she learned about surviving an almost apocalypse, it is that careers can die just like people, and she had learned to be able to cherish them all. If the world had ended. . .no one would need a journalist. No one would need the truth if there was no one around to hear it. . .but people were important to being able to survive in a world that threatened to kill them. That was something to protect, especially if it's the people you loved. Yes, journalism was important, but it couldn't exist without the people and their stories. That was the fundamental truth. It was something she held onto when she was in the same foxhole with Steve and the others.

"Mommy! The monster is going to get me!" Barb shrieked.

"I'll save you, baby," Nancy laughed.

She pounced on Steve, straddling his waist. She put the wooden stick to his chest. It was her sword or so said her daughter.

"Oh, no, whatever will I do," Steve said mockingly.

"Suffer," Nancy said and pressed the stick into his chest.

Steve groaned, closed his eyes, and stuck out his tongue.

"Yay! Mommy slayed the monster!" Barb exclaimed. "Daddy, you're free now. Mommy saved you from the monster!"

"Oh, thank god," Steve said, and he opened his eyes.

"You can just call me Nancy," she smirked.

"However will I thank you?" Steve asked.

Nancy smiled and leaned down to kiss him.

"No, mommy! No kisses for Daddy. Only ouce cream!" Barb exclaimed.

Nancy pulled back and laughed with Steve.

"Sorry, honey, no kisses for you. Only ouce cream," Nancy said.

"I heard. Well, you heard the lady. We can't celebrate your victory without ouce cream," Steve said.

Nancy got off of him and helped him up. He picked Barb up and tossed her in the air before settling her on his hip. Nancy took his free hand, still loving the way her hand fit into his after all these years. They went inside, walking down the hallway towards the kitchen. The hallway was filled with pictures of their family. There were some taken right after the fall of Vecna. Max was sitting in her wheelchair, being hugged by both Jane and Lucas. She still can't really walk all that well now, still using a cane and thick glasses to see with. There were pictures of Eddie and Chrissy, the newest members of their group, followed by Robin and Vickie. Then came the kids' graduation with pictures of Nancy and Steve with the kids. Of course, intermingled with the pictures of their family were pictures of Nancy with the first Barb, the one Nancy held dearly in her heart. There were pictures of Nancy and Steve at the kids' weddings, then at their own. A picture of them on a group date with Jonathan, Argyle, Robin, Vickie, Eddie, and Chrissy. Then, of course, were the pictures of Steve becoming a teacher. . .Nancy opening her PI office. The last few pictures were Nancy and Steve with their daughter.

"We've had a great life, haven't we?" Steve asked.

"Definitely," Nancy grinned.

Nancy gazed fondly at the picture of their wedding, grinning as Barb put her finger on Nancy's image. Standing next to her was Karen. There was still some distance between them in the photo. It was crazy to think that Karen hadn't almost shown up to her own wedding. She liked Steve, sure, but she never thought that Nancy and Steve fit well together. Seeing Steve with Nancy, she had projected her own troublesome marriage onto them. Sure, Nancy thought the same for a while. . .the sound of Barb and Jonathan's voices intermingling in her head. After Barb died, it had headed into that direction, and if they hadn't broken up, if they hadn't had some time apart, then she was sure it would have stayed that way. Her relationship with Jonathan was something she still cherished, but he fell for Argyle, and she had fallen for Steve again. As much as Karen wanted it to work out with Jonathan, it would have ended in resentment rather than the friendship that came with it when they broke it off.

When Karen heard about Nancy getting back with Steve, she assumed that it was them picking up where they left off rather than the new relationship that formed between them. The first few times Karen had asked if she was sure about Steve, it hadn't annoyed Nancy so much until she did it constantly and tried to talk Nancy out of it. She thought that Steve would hold her back from her dreams, but Steve had been supportive, and surprisingly, it had been Ted who had been supportive of her relationship with Steve. It was Steve who helped make her dream a reality, and in turn, Nancy helped him figure out what he wanted out of life. It was Nancy who told him he would be a great teacher, and it was Nancy who helped get him into college with the support of their friends. Nancy and Steve had become better versions of themselves when they got back together. When Karen told Nancy that she shouldn't let anything hold her back, including children, Nancy snapped because she had been hurt by what Karen said.

"Don't blame us for your unhappiness, mother! If you want to change things, then do it," Nancy had yelled at her. "If you don't want to see me marry the man that I love, then don't bother coming."

It was Ted who talked sense into Karen, and it was Ted who drew up the divorce papers. Karen had loved Ted, but it hadn't been enough to save her marriage, and she finally saw what Nancy had been trying to tell her. Her love for Jonathan hadn't been enough either. The divorce had been what made Karen realize that she had been holding herself back, and it surprised everyone when she showed up to the wedding with Susan. It was funny when Mike realized that Max was now their step sister, and he bitched with Max about it for a while. Although Holly had been extremely happy that she had another sister and Mike really was happy about it. . .he just showed his love differently, much in the way that Max did. Karen's relationship with Ted had gotten better, as did her relationship with her kids. They were all much happier for it.

"Did you get lost there?" Steve asked.

"I was just thinking about how funny life works out sometimes," Nancy said.

"Well, Mrs. Wheeler, our daughter is getting all pouty. She's not saying it, but I think she really wants ice cream," Steve said.

"Let's go, Mr. Harrington-Wheeler," Nancy said and paused and laughed. "After all this time, I still can't believe you kept my name."

"It did what I wanted to. . .piss off Mike, but then I ended up really liking it," Steve admitted.

Nancy laughed and walked into the kitchen with them. She immediately got to work scooping the strawberry ice cream that they all liked. It took Steve a while, but after going a long time with not eating ice cream, Steve liked it again. Strawberry was a favorite of all of theirs, as it turns out. They sat at the table, enjoying their ice cream. Little Barb proudly showed off her ice cream beard, smearing it around her mouth as she giggled. After finishing up their ice cream, Nancy sat Barb on the counter and cleaned her face as Steve washed their dishes.

"Mommy?" Barb asked.

"Yeah?"

"Can we get a dog?" She asked.

"Hmm, I don't know. A dog is a lot of responsibility," Nancy said.

"We can do a test with Auntie Max's and Lucas's doggy. You love tests, mommy," Barb said as she swung her legs.

"Wow, she sure does know how to manipulate you, Nance," Steve smirked.

Nancy playfully glared at him. Steve knew she's been wanting a dog herself. Nancy stared at Barb. There was no reason to say no. Their daughter was a pretty good kid, and a dog wouldn't just be a good way to teach her responsibility. It would be a good way to teach her how to treat another living being. She knew Barb, too, and she knew that their kid would treat the dog as part of the family. And what a way to teach her to help out then by rescuing a dog. It would be a lot of work in raising a kid and a dog in the house, but they were smart enough to be careful. A test run would be a good idea to do first. Nancy could feel Steve’s eyes on hers. He always loved watching her think.

"Alright, we test it out first, but if it doesn't go well, do you think you can wait until you're older? Will you be able to be a big girl?" Nancy asked.

"Of course, mommy. I'm always a big girl. . . Except for spiders," Barb shuddered and buried her face in her mother's chest.

"Don't scare yourself, honey," Steve said and kissed her head. "How about a story?"

"Not Charlotte's Web! Talking spider," Barb whispered. "Ooh, Auntie Jane's book!"

After graduating college, Jane went on to write children's books. . .giving hope to children who don't have any. Most of the proceeds went to abused children like herself, and she spent a lot of it working as a social worker to find better homes for children like herself. Her family couldn't be prouder of her. Jane's work and Nancy's work tended to cross paths occasionally when her cases involved children. It was also Will who did the illustrations for her book, and he had been quite eager to help her get her children's book series off the ground. The younger members of the Party were also in talks with Steve and Eddie about opening a youth shelter. Nancy was quite eager to help out with it too.

"You're not getting tired of reading Auntie Jane's book over and over again?" Steve asked teasingly. "I think this is our second copy that we wore out."

"I'll stop when it stops being good," Barb replied.

"That's fair," Steve said.

"Come on!"

Barb went into her room, grabbed the book, and plopped down on the couch. Her parents followed her every movement and watched in amusement when she patted the spots beside her.

"I don't know, Steve, should we read to her? She is being pretty demanding," Nancy said.

"I'm sorry, Mommy," she said sincerely. "Will you please read to me?"

"That's better," Steve said and grabbed his glasses case off the coffee table, pulling the glasses out before slipping them on. "Stop it."

Nancy had been staring at him pretty intently.

"Stop what?" Nancy asked innocently. "It's not my fault you look so cute."

Steve blushed and rolled his eyes before settling next to their daughter. Nancy sat down on Barb's other side. Barb popped her thumb into her mouth as she settled into her mother's side and started twirling a lock of Nancy's hair around her finger. Steve smiled softly at them before beginning to read. Once they all had a little nap, they played some more outside, and Nancy enjoyed every single moment of being silly with her family. They headed inside once it was time for dinner. Steve was the cook in the family because it was no secret that Nancy was terrible at it, and Barb's Play-Doh spaghetti was just as bad. So, as Steve cooked, Nancy curled with her daughter as they watched TV. Later, when dinner and bathtime were done, they put their daughter to bed. Nancy was curling up with Steve this time.

"Steve?" She asked.

"Yeah?"

"Am I a good mother?" Nancy asked softly.

"What? Yeah, of course, you are!" Steve exclaimed. "What brought this on?"

"It's just something someone said at work," Nancy said.

"What?" Steve asked, and he sighed softly. "You don't have to say if you don't want to, but I'm always here for you."

"I know," Nancy said softly. "They said that I'm too cold to be a mother and that it's reckless of me to be in such a dangerous position while I have a kid."

"They're assholes, Nance. What they call cold is what many others consider to be professional in the workplace, and it's also what's helped many people get the help they need. You're not cold. You're determined. You have to the biggest heart of anyone I have ever met, and it's what guides you into helping find the truth for other people. As for your job, you always manage to separate it from your home life except for that one time. Barb wouldn't have the home or the very loving mother that she does now if it hadn't been for your job, putting you where you needed to be," Steve said. "She's lucky to have you."

"It's just a lot of people can't see me as a mom," Nancy said.

"Well, you can't really seem like anything. I mean, looking at us, a lot of people just assume that we're the straightest people alive," Steve smirked. "We both know that's not true. They're wrong about us and these assholes are wrong about you."

"You always know how to make me feel better. We're lucky to have you too, you know," Nancy whispered.

"Yeah?" Steve smirked.

Nancy climbed into Steve’s lap and kissed him. He smiled against her lips, returning the kiss rather eagerly. She pulled away, rubbing his chest.

"I think it's time for Mommy and Daddy to play," Nancy said.

"You are going to play outside without me?" Barb's voice came from down the entrance.

Nancy turned around to find Barb standing there in her Scooby-Doo pajamas and clutching the stuffed Scooby she got from Uncle Dustin.

"No, honey, never without you," Nancy said. "What are you doing up?"

Barb's tiny feet slapped against the hardwood as she ran to the couch and climbed upon it. She looked at Nancy with her chocolate brown eyes blown wide and her bottom lip trembling.

"There was a spider in my room," Barb whispered. "Mommy, can we move?"

"No, we can't move because there's a spider in your room," Nancy laughed.

"I saw it go into your room when I was running," Barb said.

"Hey, Nance. . .can we move?" Steve whispered.

Nancy laughed. Barb stared at them for a moment before deciding on something.

"I can be brave," Barb said stubbornly. "Night, night!"

"Good luck, baby!" Steve called out.

A moment later, they heard the pitter pattering of her feet as she ran back into into the living room.

"I'm not ready! I'm not ready! I'm not ready!" Barb screamed.

She threw herself into her parents' arms, hugging them tightly. Nancy hugged her daughter, kissing her head.

"It's okay to be scared, and it's okay not to be ready," Nancy said.

"Yeah, you'll get there eventually. You always do," Steve said.

Barb sighed against Steve’s chest.

"What if the spiders lay eggs in my nose, and I have to take care of the babies?" Barb asked. "I'm not ready, mama. Let's wait to get a dog."

"Okay, whatever you want," Nancy said softly. "Whenever you're ready. And if you ever decide not to get a dog, we'll support you then, too. It's your choice, baby."

They ended up pulling out the sofa bed and piling on that with Barb lying between them. Barb snuggled in close to Nancy, her hand over her heart, while Nancy rubbed her back.

"You're enjoying this just a little bit, aren't you?" Steve teased Nancy.

"Well, it won't be long now before she grows out of this. I'm taking all the snuggles I can get," Nancy said.

Steve smiled and snuggled in close to them, throwing his arm around them. He pressed his cheek against Barb's hair and sighed in contentment, closing his eyes. His eyes snapped open.

"Oh God. . . Nance, what if the spider lays eggs in my nose and I have to take care of their babies?" Steve asked.

"We'll take care of your little nose babies together. . .and hey, more kids to take on vacation in our RV," Nancy giggled.

"Hilarious," Steve said dryly.

"I thought so."

Nancy closed her eyes and smiled, feeling Steve’s loving gaze on her. Sometimes, it felt like a dream, like it was all too good to be true, even when they fought like a normal couple. Maybe it was the feeling of safety that seemed like a dream. After everything they've been through, it was hard to believe that they could finally just live instead of just surviving. They got here together and forged their dreams together. A wave of comfort washed over her, filling her entire being and overwhelming her heart. Nothing could take this dream away from them. She'd fight to keep it. She felt Steve’s hand on her back, and she knew he would too. Safe. They're safe.

[thebardisabird]

Hello barb. I'm on vacations, it's great and all, but I'm extremely homesick rn. Can I get a small scenario of Choro giving some support to his homesick gf pretty please with a cherry on top

Of course. 😊A little Choromatsu x homesick!Reader comfort, under the cut! (There's also some wholesome brother content sprinkled in there as well c: )

The number that buzzed across Todomatsu's cell was one he didn't recognize right away, but nevertheless he answered. "Todomatsu speaking," he responded, tucking the cell onto his shoulder. "Totty, hey! It's me," you greeted, happy to hear your friend's voice. He returned the sentiment, asking how you were and how your trip was going so far. From the doorway Choromatsu had heard your name come from his younger brother's mouth and he immediately darted to him. Todomatsu lifted his hand in record time, the elder brother's face clapping smack in the middle as he was held at bay from snatching the phone away from the youngest. His squirming was fruitless as Todomatsu's iron grip let him nowhere near his conversation with you. What droned on for about ten minutes was finally wrapping up as Choromatsu heard him say:

"Yeah, he's here! Sure, you can talk to him," carefully removing both his hand from Choromatsu's face and his cell from his shoulder, Todomatsu handed the device to his brother.

"You've got twenty minutes, Choromatsu-niisan," he warned before heading to the kitchen, "And nothing gross!" Red as a beet at the thought that you probably heard that, Choromatsu yelled after him, "Devil! You're a shitty little devil!" Sighing in annoyance, Choromatsu lifted the phone to his ear, "Hey! I was hoping I'd hear from you soon."

You bit your lip at his enthusiastic tone. A wave of sadness poured into your chest, "Sorry Choro, I was hoping to call you as soon as we landed but we had so much going on." There was something off in your voice, he could hear it. Eyebrows turning up, his expression faltered into something more concerned, "...What's wrong?" That made you even sadder. So badly did you want to wrap your arms around him, and being where you were right now versus where he was - it was entirely impossible. You missed him. You missed being home, being with your friends, and especially being with him. The promise of your vacation was going to be plenty of fun...but it felt less so when you didn't have your boyfriend with you to enjoy it with.

"I just...miss you, Choromatsu," you confessed, your hand bunching into your shirt at your vulnerability, "It feels awful knowing I'm going to be away from you for so long." Being honest with himself, he was feeling the same. Your company was so important to him, like he mattered to someone that wasn't his family for once. Not having you at his side, even if it was so you could spend time with family, felt...weird. Small pangs of hurt poked at his chest, especially to hear you sound so sad, but he took solace in the fact that it wasn't just him feeling this way. He took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts; you needed comfort, not pity.

"I miss you too," Choromatsu spoke softly, "But you'll be back soon, right? We won't be apart for too much longer," his eyes wandered over the window, watching the clouds lazily roll by, "Just try to have fun while you're there - when you come back, you can tell me everything; I'll be right here waiting, promise!" To hear that he missed you as well made your heart flutter, the simple words bringing you a world's worth of reassurance. He was right - this was only temporary. Soon you'd be back home and in his green clad arms in no time! A small smile shaped your lips, "I'm glad," suddenly a voice called out for you in the background, "Oh! I have to go Choro, we'll talk soon again, yes?"

He laughed softly, though he was a little disheartened you had to go already - he wanted to talk to you just a bit more, "Of course. Remember - have fun! Stay safe!"

You assured him you would, giggling back as you told him you loved him. He tried his best not to stutter back the affection, but to no avail - the "L word" still making him a tad nervous even after having said it so many times. Once the phone call ended, Choromatsu simply stared at the phone. He really did miss you a lot. Seeing your warm smile was a highlight of his day. He'd get through this...right?

"Maybe you should take your own advice, Choromatsu-niisan," came Totty's remark from behind him. The third son turned, handing the phone back to his brother. Todomatsu took it gently, eyeing his older brother's blank expression. Rolling his eyes, he tugged at Choromatsu's sleeve, "Come on, let's go." Instantly confused, Choromatsu found himself pulled upright and heading towards the door, "Where are we going?"

Slipping on his shoes, Todomatsu sighed, "...There's something I need from the bookstore and you're coming with me," Todomatsu brushed off the legs of his jeans, "Besides...I heard that manga you liked had a new issue out." Realizing what he was trying to do, Choromatsu followed suit, sliding on his green sneakers and zipping through the front door to his sibling who was already at the street. Once at his side, Choromatsu lent him the tiniest of smiles,

"...Thanks, Totty."