#cuz his parents thought it was “too scary for a kid”

[bruces-midlife-crisis]

I took another shower and I got another shower thought but it's more so of a continuation of my superbat shower thought

shoutout to @/schistcity's post for allowing this thought to bloom

so jon grows up listening to battinson's music and he's obsessed with it. so bruce, who is trying so hard to impress his son, offers to take him to a local concert in Gotham's grunge scene.

jon is excited, practically bouncing off the walls while clark is hesitant. the images of arms swinging, violent screaming, and general destruction filled clark's mind. "would jon be okay?"

bruce, who snuck out of his room at the age of 14 to go to a goth concert in downtown Gotham, reassured him that it was fine

the "danger" didnt quite quell jon's excitement! at age 8, he was telling everyone that his dad was taking him to a super cool concert. alfred, his classmates, and even his teachers could tell just how pumped he was.

bruce, still the vigilant batman, made sure to buy the best quality earmuffs for jon. he also made sure to survey the venue to find the best spots for them to stand and enjoy the show without the crowd blocking their view. he knew the importance of a first concert was to a kid and he knew he had to make sure it was special

that night, bruce walks down the stairs to see jon jumping on the couch after alfred got him dressed. "dad, check it out!"

jon jumps down from the couch and shows that he ditched his usual bright colors for an all black outfit with a nirvana shirt as the center piece. he shouts at the top of his lungs, "rock and roll!", fists pumping in the air, and bruce's heart swells with pride.

bruce smiles softly, "one last thing." he then takes his signature black eyeshadow and smeared it onto jon's eyes, not putting too much. "there. now you're ready to rock and roll."

jon's grew somehow managed to get even bigger. it's a talent only he had. "rock and roll!!"

during the actual concert, bruce was reassured he had nothing to worry. his fellow gothamites immediately took jon under their wing. they made sure to give jon plenty of space so he can run around and pretend to mosh. if anyone stood in front of him, blocking his view, they would be told to move out of the way. even guys 2-3 times his size would pretend to fall to the ground when jon collided with them in the most pits. bruce should have recorded it.

on the drive home, jon, somehow, still had energy to babble on about how awesome the show was and how everyone is super cool. the babbling continued as clark tucked jon into bed while bruce stood in at the doorway.

clark laughs, "Okay, my little rock star. it's time for bed."

bruce softly smiles, "sweet dreams, jon."

jon yawns. "Night, dad. Love you."

and no bruce did not cry his eyeshadow off after jon said that clark don't be ridiculous

[angel-of-the-moons]

Agsfgs

He's a god of fertility, among other things

Imagine if Y/N prayed to Khonshu for their own fertility and just

Khonshu appears, offers them help with fertility, he gives them a few options. Just the regular magic method of helping or he physically helps them get pregnant... with his child, of course

Like, hot, but also can you imagine praying to a god, they show up and basically say "okay I can help you the normal way, or we can do this the fun way and make a baby together"

Obviously Y/N agreed to have a kid with him cuz like. C'mon. Look at him

He's of course a very attentive father and partner afterward. He's not blind to the struggle new life brings along with the joy

Okay, okay, I know this isn't exactly what you were picturing but--

Wings of A Prayer

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Infertility problems, mentions of miscarriages, self-doubt, depression, suicidal thoughts, sort of alcoholism, fluff, hinted at sexy times but nothing is pictured, Marc and the boys learn that there's more to the pissy old bird than meets the eye! (Naturally canon-fudging and merging with the comics again) And a major time skip! My personal headcanon that Khonshu looks like Oded Fehr rears its head once more!

A/N: Whew... this one is long! Surprisingly, no smut in this one. But I realized I am sorely lacking on Khonshu fluff since y'all are almost always just as horny for him as I am. I also did some research and... Wow. Some scary stuff. I'm sorry if this strikes a painful chord with some of you. I had to stop writing this a few times and take a break because it was making me tear up.

It had been... horrible, to say the least. Your life had been one giant trainwreck so far. Your heart had been wanting for something for so long, and... Well...

Your apartment was a gray, flat... hollow living space to you. It was lacking in... something. And that something was a giggly, chubby, cuddly little person. You thought about getting a pet, but... there was an itching inside of you. And itching for something--someone--of your own.

You had been living on your own since cutting off contact with your parents; and dating had been an absolutely dog shit experience since your teen years. But as you got older, and your friends all went their separate ways, living their own lives and starting their own families, you realized... You wanted that. To be the home you never really had growing up, a source of unconditional love and understanding.

You weren't stupid--you did your research beforehand, looked into every legal document you could. Instead of getting pregnant, you'd looked into fostering or adoption.

But you just... you couldn't afford it. The cost of adopting would have bankrupt you, and your increasing financial instability as the economy fluctuated was an obvious deterrent for most agencies. The same was for fostering--you simply worked too much to bre as present as they wanted you to be for a foster placement. And it didn't help that your particular neighborhood wasn't... stellar or "perfect" for a growing child.

The worst insult, perhaps, was when you looked into IVF after adoption and fostering were out of the question. It sounded like the best option, and so you went to your doctor. As uncomfortable and relatively invasive as the pelvic exam and tests were, your doctor assured you a pregnancy was easy enough to accomplish with the fertility treatments if you were able to get into a program.

Only... you hadn't. Your insurance wouldn't even cover half of the procedures, and your heart was sinking at the thought of going bankrupt and not being able to afford the child you so desperately wanted.

That was a low blow, but, you knew you still had options. You could get pregnant naturally. The real trick was finding a man who was willing, healthy, and responsible enough to agree to father your child.

As distasteful as sleeping with someone relatively strange to you was, you made the decision to be tactful. You made a profile on a dating website with the clear intentions that you wished to find a partner that was clean of any STIs, drug or alcohol addictions, and wouldn't cause problems for you if the impregnation was successful.

And of course, you assured that should they not wish it, you wouldn't put them on a birth certificate or come after them for child support. It would be difficult, surely, but you knew you could manage. There was always well-fare and WIC to help out with needs, as well as a few charities you could apply to. Your elderly neighbors even agreed to watch over your baby when it was born because they didn't have any grandchildren of their own; and the presence of a baby would brighten up their droll days when you needed the occasional break.

When you found a partner who was ready and willing to commit to your "requirements"--especially the STI tests with you present to be sure they were not lying--you both agreed to meet several times a week at his apartment to get down to business.

You planned your meetings carefully around your ovulatory and menstrual cycles, drank and ate anything that supposedly "boosted fertility"; and took every vitamin under the sun to help ensure it.

And then, you got the most wonderful news. You had been late on your period for nearly two months. Missing the first month wasn't a cause for alarm; after all, you had relatively irregular periods--which your doctor assured were because of stress and diet problems--and you weren't insistent upon a pregnancy test until you began to get sick during random times of the day or night and your body began to ache in places it hadn't before, such as your breasts.

You got your blood tested at your doctor's office and sure enough... you were pregnant! You reached out to the father when you got home, and after some arrangements, he agreed to send an unofficial check to you for the baby at the start of every month, but he wasn't sure if he could promise to be present for their childhood; which worked fine with you. It was more than you expected, anyways.

You immediately began to budget, alongside with the financial aid of the father of your baby, and began to prep your bedroom into a shared nursery for your impending arrival.

And as you were settling into your new routine and adjusted workload, you awoke during one night with intense vomiting. As you perched over your toilet bowl, pain began to radiate from your abdomen and deep into your body and pelvis, like sharp, pulsing, searing pain from inside of you.

It wasn't until you stood up to wash your face and brush your teeth that you realized you were bleeding. Your sleep shorts stained a disturbing shade of red. You immediately panicked; and simply ignoring the cost of an ambulance, you called 911, and phoned the father of your baby as dread began to soak into every pore.

It wasn't for several hours after all the tests and exams that the doctor from the ER finally came in with a sad, pitiful look on her face as she delivered the news.

You lost your baby.

It felt like the world opened up beneath you and you were swallowed by a void. You didn't even know you screamed until your vision went black around the edges; prompting you to take a much-needed breath. The father of your baby was sympathetic, he talked calmly to you, rubbing your back and speaking with the doctors for you while you struggled to cope.

They kept you for another day (after giving you some pill) to make sure you... passed the remains of the fetus so you didn't get sick from retained products of the conception.

You fell into a deep depression after that.

Weeks afterwards, you were a drone. You woke up, ate, worked, showered, slept, and performed the same duties again and again as if you were on autopilot. The father of your baby, Alain, checked in on you now and again, and at some point even introduced you to his new girlfriend (who was confused by the awkward situation at first, but in seeing what had gone wrong in your life, felt more pity towards you than anything).

Your elderly neighbors cried for you, made you food when you felt the absence of the want to cook or eat; and said they would offer up prayers for you.

You began to hide how... rotten you felt on the inside, after that. You feigned your old, "normal" behavior if not to just get everyone to stop treating you like some... Faberge egg that needed delicate handling. A doll so fragile from trauma and abuse you had to be put on a pedestal to avoid getting any more broken.

But deep inside you, that raw, twisted, pained feeling festered like a bad wound. It worsened when you discovered that your doctor had been horribly, profoundly wrong.

Your reproductive organs weren't in "perfect, healthy" shape. You had uterine scarring that appeared to line up with what was called Asherman's Syndrome. Your uterine cavity, as such, had a buildup of scar tissue and caused it to shrink, and the resulting damage is what likely triggered your miscarriage.

The doctor that had diagnosed your condition became suspicious, and called for an investigation into your primary doctor.

Turns out, he was responsible for many, many misdiagnoses on over a dozen patients. Many of which required some women to have hysterectomies done to save them; or have to be rushed into cancer treatments immediately. One had unfortunately lost her life due to a misdiagnosis and a fallopian torsion that wasn't treated in time. She left behind a husband and three little children who had to grow up without their mother.

The resulting lawsuits caused a media circus; and once again your life was thrown into disarray when you decided to be a part of it, having to recite the trauma of losing your poor, little baby to a bunch of strangers.

Your heart festered with rage. If you had known that your body was incapable of the one fucking thing it should have been able to do naturally, that you were one different decision away from the heartbreak you now suffered--you would never had tried to get pregnant. But like many of his patients, you took his word for it because he seemed so trustworthy. And if you couldn't trust the person your health was so reliant upon... who could you trust?

The doctor lost his license, and went to jail for the wrongful death, medical negligence and manslaughter of the woman he failed to properly diagnose and failed to treat.

The settlements were of little comfort to you all; those who suffered now-lifelong health problems, the family mourning a beloved wife and mother... and you, who mourned the life of the baby you never even got to feel kick, let alone name.

Your neighbors, Ebony and Malcolm Harris; Alain and his now-fiance, Amelia, had formed a bit of a cushion around you. Having an explanation for your misfortune, and then the financial boost from the punishment of the one responsible aided the pain somewhat... But it still hurt you so, so much.

Part of the settlement included paid-for counseling for those affected, and you took it. As dry and sour as it felt to yet again revisit the pain, you went through it.

But it still didn't help you when you looked at the toys, the unused clothes and set-up crib still sitting in your room, never to be used.

You spent a lot of time on the roof of your apartment building, contemplating... something. You wouldn't take the pills the doctor gave you. All they did was make you feel groggy and... numb. That felt worse than the guilt and grief, it didn't help.

You weren't sure anything would. You just wanted the pain to stop. You wanted to feel something, again.

You just wanted to be a mother.

"Oh, she's so... she's so..." Ebony sniffed, wiping at her eyes with her handkerchief. Malcolm sat next to her, rubbing her shoulders and sniffling himself. They loved you like their own child. They had none to speak of, since their son died overseas almost 20 years ago. You were the first person whom they felt a familial connection with--who didn't treat them as pitiful, childless old folks who were one bad day away from a nursing home.

"We're so scared for her," Malcolm whispered, pursing his lips. Just like his wife, he loved you like a daughter, too. And seeing you so consumed with pain and want hurt him badly. "She's hurting so badly."

"She wanted to be a mama so badly!" Ebony warbled, her wrinkled hands trembling as her husband held her. "That poor baby just wanted her own baby! She was so excited! Showed us everything, talked about it--I even started knitting a blanket!"

Malcom's own nearly-withered features twisted in sympathetic agony, "Please... is there something--anything--you can do for her? Help her, somehow? Like you helped us?"

The man sitting behind the desk kept his hands linked together as he peered over them at the couple. It was true. He had helped them.

When Ebony grew I'l and eventually required dialysis, her body had been becoming increasingly weak and fragile; they were left without options. They tried prayers with pastors and in churches--but it didn't exactly do much with an absent god ignoring another desperate worshipper.

They were nearing the end of their rope when they heard through some whispers about him--the enigmatic "Dr. Moon".

They had only seen his face once, and that was after Ebony was miraculously cured following his strange "treatments", her kidneys back to functioning better than they had in her early 30s. After that, they attended private prayer sessions with him, the second high priest, after Marc Spector, whom he had only really interacted with a handful of times... And did not like how often he went against their god, Khonshu's word.

Begrudgingly, "Dr. Moon", later known to be one Yehya Badr, had started what would be known as the "Midnight Mission" with Spector. In his constant absence, the two agreed that it would work better if Yehya saw to the Mission while Marc traveled to hunt the cult of Ammit, and Khonshu's former high priest, Arthur Harrow.

And, while watching over the Mission and the innocent people... Yehya used his healing abilities and decided to open a free clinic from within the holy place. Many were hesitant to accept treatment from a religious institution, but soon patients and potential followers alike began to trickle in from the streets. People like Ebony and Malcolm.

Yehya felt for the couple and the story they now told him, his brow creasing beneath his white mask, mouth twisting into a pained frown. You sounded on the brink--ready to take one last hurdle into the beyond for the sake of the child you never got to hold.

"Healing something like that..." Yehya sighed sadly, standing up from his chair. The wheels squeaked softly as he pushed it back, and walked to the window that overlooked the street below. "...it won't be easy. I may not be able to do it alone, like when I treated you, Ebony."

"Can't you--can't you call on Him, again? Like you did before?" Malcolm pleaded earnestly. The love these two elders had for you touched him, made his own heart squeeze in his chest.

"Please... if--if His power can come from love, just--just take ours and give it all to her... please!" Ebony sniffled, burying her face in her hands.

Yehya swallowed the lump in his throat and slowly pulled his mask away from his face, walking over to take their hands in each of his. He could feel their heartache through their frail and gentle grip.

"I will see what I can do. Your faith--and love--might help this young woman you two adore so much. But I cannot predict how Khonshu will help her, should he choose to directly get involved."

Another repetitive day. You managed to force yourself to eat some takeout you had leftover from last night and microwaved that for dinner, eating alone in front of your TV as it droned on with some boring reality show you weren't really paying attention to anymore.

For the eighth time that week you contemplated packing away and donating all the baby items in your apartment. But every time you touched them you just broke down into a sobbing fit; your heart rending itself from the reality of what had gone wrong with you.

You couldn't even bring yourself to go into your bedroom, anymore. Everything was in there.

So, you'd taken to sleeping on your couch for the past few months. You only went into your room long enough to get things you needed, clothes and the like (the former just sitting in clothes hampers unfolded after laundry days) before fleeing in the bland space that was your meager living room.

After you finished eating, you sipped at the hard lemonade in your hand. Drinking to cope was bad, but something inside of you kept you from relying on it too heavily. And you never drank to get drunk; only enough to fuzz your senses enough to let you sleep on some nights.

And tonight was one of those nights.

You were on your fourth lemonade when the lights began to flicker in your apartment; your TV freezing frames when it began. Maybe your landlord was fiddling with the power to the building again?Had a fuse blown to the building? Whatever...

"I don't need this right now..." You grunted, taking a deep swig; one mouthful closer to the bottom of the bottle.

"Wasteful." A disembodied voice rumbled, making a chill creep up your spine.

"I... What--" Your head whipped around as you tried to figure out where it had come from--your TV was still frozen, so it couldn't have been that--you were still relatively sober so it couldn't have possibly been drunken hallucinations.

Suddenly, you jumped and yelled in surprise when the bottle went flying from your hand and smashed to bits on the wall, the drink within running down the drywall in rivulets from the impact.

"What the f--"

"My priest told me of you," The voice hummed. It felt as if something unseen was circling you like a predator does with its prey. "And of the pain you have endured, little one. There are those close to you who pleaded for my aid to help you, to heal you."

You felt the presence stop behind you, crowding you in and making your blood still within you; but you just couldn't bring yourself to turn around. The lights flickered weakly once more before going dead, as did your TV, swallowing you in darkness.

As your eyes adjusted to the inky darkness, this voice's words sunk in. "Heal you". "Help you".

"Who are you?" You swallowed.

"I am the god, Khonshu. I protect the innocent, I bring justice. I heal those that ask for it."

Yeah, no. You must have slipped and hit your head. You remembered Ebony and Malcolm saying they'd pray for you--but this was... this was impossible! But... some aching, gnawing, painful part of your heart begged for you to hear the voice out.

"How could you..." You cleared your throat, trying not to sound as scared as you felt. "How could you help me?"

"That remains to be seen." The voice replied with a thoughtful tone. "How do you wish for me to help you? I was told but precious little of your story--only from those around you. Not from you. What is it you wish my aid for?"

Your eyes slowly move to where you instinctively knew your bedroom door was. Even in the dark, you could feel the depressing aura clinging to the space call out to you like a siren in the black sea. The voice seemed to be able to "see" what you were looking at, as well.

Somehow--this Khonshu knew immediately what you were too scared to voice.

"I see." He told you, his voice growing soft and somber, if a touch sympathetic. His presence leaned away from you.

"You wish for me to heal the damage done inside of you?" He mused gently, "To enable you the ability to bear a child? It is easily enough done; but I sense something else bothering you."

Your hands knotted in the hem of your shirt; your stomach twisting itself into a nasty ball of writhing, anxious snakes.

"I... I can't go through it all, again." You croaked, your voice coming out hoarse. "The stress of finding... I just... I can't. It just... I don't want to--to risk it happening all over again, even if..."

"I see..." He murmurs again, giving you your space to breathe, "Then there may be another option--a guaranteed method--to ensure a healthy pregnancy and a healthy child..."

The way your heart hopefully leapt within your ribcage almost hurt--your stomach dropping into a pit. Sure, you may be going crazy and this could be a hallucination... But would it be so bad to give in, to live in some fantasy to alleviate the pain and grief you've been suffering with for nearly over a year?

"So you... you're... offering to... what, be the father of my baby?" You whispered.

A feather-light touch brushed your arm, the feeling warm and gentle on your skin, "Only if you wish it. I can help you, but only if you want me to. I can heal you, but only if it was what you truly want. When a child is produced, I will ensure there will be no struggles for you and the babe."

"You... promise? That it'll work?"

"I swear it."

You swallowed. Thinking hard.

But some part of you had already made a decision--and that part of you spoke: "Okay."

"Very well, then..." Khonshu murmured.

In the span of a breath, you felt large, warm arms wrap around your waist, tugging you close. And then, the next thing you knew... you were laying on your back, in your bed, with him hovering above your in the dark.

Even with the dim lights in the streets below barely filtering in through your blackout curtains, you couldn't clearly make out his appearance. The shadows that were being cast merely gave you an image that couldn't possibly have been true.

"Can I see you?" You whispered, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Only if you wish it." He reminded you softly, his hand caressing your hip, beginning a slow, sweet trek up beneath your shirt.

"I do."

The dim light of the candle at your bedside table flickered to life--the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla filling your senses.

You finally got to see him. And you weren't afraid.

Marc felt uneasy as soon as they got off the plane, and Layla soothed him with a touch as she linked her fingers with his. He didn't like being here--the city was teeming with cruelty and injustice... and he knew Khonshu wouldn't let him rest long. Him, Steven, or Jake.

"Marc, just breathe." Layla said to him as she adjusted the strap of her travel bag with one hand, her other squeezing his. "It'll be fine. If Khonshu has a problem with you taking it easy--"

Layla scoffed, blowing a puff of air from out of her cheeks as they walked out of the terminal, Marc hauling their suitcases behind him, their wheels squeaking sadly beneath the weight. Some of their less... legal belongings were being smuggled in and would be delivered to their destination later in the night.

"Well, the old bastard can deal with it. I'ma here, and I'll pick up the slack if I gotta." She assured him.

Marc's shoulders sag; he can feel Jake plucking at the edges of his mind, giving him gentle reassurances and his oath that if anything happened; he would be the one to bear the brunt of Khonshu's work in his stead. Even Steven spoke up to voice his assurances that all would be well--after all, they had Layla with them!

"Yeah," He sighed, smiling at her and bringing her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles, "You're right. It's also just..."

"Just..?" She led on, quirking a brow at him.

"The last time Badr and I spoke, it kinda ended in a fist fight." He smiled warily.

"Oh, gods, of course it did..." She snorted.

"I mean, I shattered his nose and he broke one of my knees, so... Yeah. Bad." Marc grinned, earning an elbow to the ribs from his lovely wife.

"Can it, Spector. Don't make me worry about you even more!" She laughed with him.

"Ouch!" A man holding a dry erase board laughed; the writing on his sign clearly stating "SPECTOR" in bold black letters on it. He stood in front of a pristine white car. It was Marc's. Or, well... apparently it was Jake's... A purchase he'd made without Marc's knowledge at some point... like the limo back in London.

Jake would apparently make spare cash when he would take over while Marc slept and Steven lay buried. All without their knowledge, of course...

"Hitting you with the Spectorrrr, is she?" Jean-Paul grinned, his thin, pointed mustache quirking like a fidgety caterpillar. "So cruel!"

"Well, he deserves it." Layla grinned, leaning in to hug him, "Frenchy! So good to see you! How've you been? How's Rob?"

"Happy as a clam in some nice clean water! And my physical therapy has almost concluded." Jean-Paul smiled, kissing each of Layla's cheeks in an affectionate greeting when she asked about his lover.

He lifted his eyes to spot Marc, bringing him in with a closed fist to give a shoulder-hug, "I'm glad you've gotten yourself sorted, Marc. Rob and I were worried about you!"

"As sorted as a guy with two other guys living inside his head that's in service to a pissy god can be, anyways..."

"Ahhh... Right. Right." Jean-Paul said, clicking his teeth as he popped the trunk to the car so Layla and Marc could load their things up. He opened up the back door for them to climb into the backseat."

"Hey, I can always drive us, Duchamp." Marc smirked at him, the corners of his eyes creasing in humor, "After all... it is technically my car."

"No, no--" Jean-Paul grinned, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Let me do it, c'mon. It gives me something to do, today!"

Layla nudged Marc with a giggle and he relented, climbing in behind her.

Marc sighed as Jean-Paul helped them unload their bags, his eyes following Marc and Layla's to the building in front of them; the doors decorated with carved crescent moons in the frosted glass.

He had been to the Midnight Mission only a handful of times--and every one of those times was to assist Marc as his pilot during intense missions for Khonshu. And he of course met Yehya Badr, the two men had a respectful relationship. He himself had conducted a few healing rituals to help with the phantom pains Jean-Paul occasionally felt in his legs.

But he knew that Badr and Marc didn't always get along; Yehya being a die-hard and devout follower of Khonshu and Marc being a bit of a renegade who tended to go against his word and do things his own way. And he knew it had been a few years since the two parted on... well--rather bad terms.

"Well, better get the torture and inevitable lecture over with..." Marc grunted, shouldering one of the duffels. Layla helps gather the rest, letting Jean-Paul close the door and trunk.

As they crossed the threshold, Jean-Paul winced, "Oh, right! There's something you should know about, by the way..."

Marc looked at him over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Well, Yehya isn't the only one who lives in the Mission anymore." Jean-Paul grinned as their floors squeaked on the waxed marble floors.

"Okay, and...?"

He rubbed his mustache with his index finger, smiling a little bashfully as he looked away. "Well, er... it's kinda... Uh, awkward... Well, I mean, that is--"

"Spit it out, Frenchy." Layla smiled, rolling her eyes.

A door could be heard swinging open from somewhere down the hall as they leave the foyer, and Frenchie laughed, grinning from ear to ear as a small, rambunctious human suddenly appeared, colliding with Marc's legs and wrapping her arms around his legs and giggling.

"Daddy!" She giggled excitedly, rubbing her face on his jeans.

Marc on the other hand, began to immediately panic--his eyes going wide as he looked to Layla, whom in turn looked at Marc with her eyebrows risen the highest on her brow Marc has ever seen--awaiting an explanation.

Marc began to sweat, "Baby, I swear to God I didn't--"

The child looked up at him, and frowned. Her little brows creased and she pouted, her bottom lip poking out as she studied Marc. "...Oh." She said dejectedly, sighing deeply. "You're not my Daddy."

Marc's heart felt like it was gonna explode--Jake and Steven had come to co-front to see what all the fuss and anxiety was about. Steven immediately began to go on about how darling the girl was, her shiny and clear her eyes were--how smart and at the same time seemingly ancient they looked. Like polished obsidian stones, a dazzling array of lights shimmering from somewhere deep within.

Jean-Paul laughed and clapped his hands, his face turning red from the force of his laughter. The child brightened up and rushed towards him, allowing him to scooped her up and swing her in a circle, "Hello, petit gâteau!" He crooned, kissing the girl's cheeks.

"Uncle Frenchy!" She giggled as he swung her around one last time before setting her down.

"Yes, yes, it's been a while! A whole week!" He grinned down at her, letting her hang off of his hand. She swung from it for a moment, studying Marc and Layla curiously, the fabric of her dress flowing almost like water as she did so.

"This is--well, I guess this could technically be your... er..." Jean-Paul smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Your big brother Marc? And Layla, his wife."

Marc and Layla's jaws dropped, their confusion and curiosity only growing more and more.

(Oh, this'll be good...) Jake snickered, rubbing his chin. Through their reflections in a nearby portrait, Marc could see Steven elbow him.

'Ay, lay off! We can be curious without bein' rude about it, yeah?' The Brit huffed.

Jean-Paul was about to explain, but...

"Savah!" You sighed in relief, running out to see them. You knew Jean-Paul, from his healing sessions with Yehya and how he loved to babysit your daughter. He was apparently a trusted friend and ally of "Moon Knight's" so you knew he was harmless.

"I... agh. I'm so sorry if she jumped you..." You smiled apologetically at them as you scooped her up, bouncing the tot on your hip as she giggled into her hands. "We were playing hide and seek--and she must have slipped out when I wasn't paying attention!"

Steven couldn't help but squee at how adorable the girl was, Jake had to concede that, yes... she was stinkin' adorable. Even Marc was having a hard time arguing the point, and he was very, very awkward with kids.

"Savah, it's one thing to go up and hug your Uncle Frenchy, but it's another to go up to strangers you don't know." You say, gently scolding her. Her little grin falters, and she frowns cutely.

"I felt it... I thought it was Daddy..." She mumbled, plucking at one of the buttons in your blouse.

"Felt" it?" You asked, raising an eyebrow and looking back at Marc and Layla.

"Right! That brings us to the introductions, eh?" Jean-Paul spoke up, rubbing his hands together. "This is Layla el Faouly--er, well, actually Spector now, ain't it?--and Marc Spector, her husband. He's the Moon Knight."

Marc jumped, his eyes going wide at how casually Jean-Paul had introduced him with his mystical alter-ego, barely even registering it when he introduced you by name; "And this lovely little bon bon, is Savah, her daughter."

"Ohhhh..." You said, your posture relaxing, "That's why she got her "funny" feeling! Sorry, she thought you were her dad."

"I, uh... No harm no foul, but..." Marc laughed nervously, smoothing his hair back, "I could've lived without the heart attack of me possibly blacking out and oops'ing a baby with somebody at some point in time..."

Layla actually laughed, "Oh, please... like you have game with anyone but me, Marc."

He looked at Layla and deadpanned; "Yeah, well, you'd be surprised at how many people swoon for Jake's "Spanish charm"."

You blinked, looking at Jean-Paul for an explanation, and he gestured to continue down the hall, "Ah... let's go and... get some tea, hm? Explain a little bit."

"Right, right, I've never actually met this one." You reply, nodding.

"Mhmm, and he definitely doesn't know about you."

Basic introductions happened over warm cups of tea in one of the furnished rooms off the foyer. Badr had shaken hands with Marc, surprisingly polite and almost friendly before he briefly turned his attention to little Savah, helping fix her doll she had accidentally popped the leg off of when she got too rough, and ruffled her hair before leaving once more.

However... Jean-Paul had yet to fully introduce the two of you to the couple. He mostly let Marc and Layla explain who they were, and what they had been doing. Since obviously, you were so trusted as to even know about Yehya's identity as Hunter's Moon; they trusted to tell you about hunting Ammit, and ultimately defeating her.

It was less than an half an hour after that, that Savah suddenly perked up again, hopping up and down into place, her eyes sparkling even brighter. The glimmering lights in her dark depths caught Marc's attention, stopping him dead in the middle of his sentence, "Uh..."

"Oh... look's like he's home after all... wonder what he was waiting for?" You muse, smiling at your daughter happily, watching her as she ran to the door when it began to open.

A man walked in, then; with tanned ski, graying black hair, and a short beard walked in; his white suit crisp and immaculate. His hazel eyes were stern, his chiseled features only softening as Savah rushed up to him, holding her arms up expectantly until he picked her up and cradled her body gently against his, kissing her forehead gently.

"Daddy!" She squealed, giggling as she tried to wrap her tiny arms around him. It was now pointedly obvious this man was indeed to be her father--especially because of how many of his facial aspects she had. She had your skin tone and hair color, but certainly had his looks...

You rose from your cushioned seat and walked over to them, brushing your nose affectionately against his with a smile as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

"See? See?" Savah said excitedly, grinning like mad. "I told you I felt Daddy! I always do!"

"Yeah, you do, munchkin. Yeah, you do." You snorted, shaking your head.

Jean-Paul cleared his throat and awkwardly stepped around the three of you; "Well... I guess I don't have to do the rest of the introductions after all... I'll see you two later!"

"Bye bye!" Savah called out to him as the door shut with a faint click behind him.

Savah's father looked at Marc with a rather bored expression, almost... annoyed, really. Gave Layla the same look, as well. Marc rolled his shoulder stiffly, suddenly very uncomfortable under his unflinching gaze.

"It took the both of you long enough to get here." He said in almost a sneer; his voice unmistakably, painfully familiar.

Layla and Marc shot to their feet, almost falling over themselves as the realization dawned on them. Jake and Steven were in an uproar within Marc's mind.

"Khonshu?!" They both cried.

His brow quirked upward in an unimpressed gesture, "Gah. How can you two be so perceptive when hunting artifacts and evildoers, but cannot pick up on this? I am disappointed in you, Marc. You should have figured it out, first."

"Th-that's why her... her eyes--?!" He sputtered.

Finally, the corner of Khonshu's mouth tilts upwards in a cocky smirk; his eyes flashed an almost blinding white. And when Savah looked at the both of them, they could see the lights in her eyes swirl and shine even brighter in tune with Khonshu's, shifting and dancing until they briefly solidified in an unmistakable crescent-shape before parting in a fractured dance, again.

"Yes, this is my daughter." He stated proudly, his arm tightening around you a fraction, "And my wife."

"Wife, huh? When did that happen?" You snorted, giving him a snarky look.

"I assumed it happened sometime after Savah was born." He hummed, his snark matching your own, "After all, you live under my roof, mother my child, sleep in our bed..."

You rolled your eyes and elbowed him, "Smartass."

You looked at the couple across the room and smiled awkwardly, "I never did get to explain much... But, since that's outta the way... mind explaining to me why there's such a weird vibe in the room, right now?"

Marc and Layla merely blinked at you, before once again exclaiming in unison:

"You had Khonshu's god-baby?!"

[spaceycat]

i fully sent this request to @l0relaii so check out their post!! but its just too good to not write about, i'm so sorry for the lack of posting !! <3

josh covering your mouth when fucking cuz he knows his family is right outside

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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋. ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ...

╰┈➤ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔 Pt. 1 /2𖤐.ᐟ

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: passenger princess (2:35) ✰ pairing: josh washington x fem!reader

✰ cw: swearing, kissing, porn w/ plot (in pt.2), hannah x sam is so real, they're canadian.. i forgot..

✰ word count: 0.8k+

✰ summary: josh, reader and josh's family were sitting for dinner, you needed josh right then and there and pulled him out halfway through dinner. read pt. 2

✰ a/n: sam x hannah exists here, the amount of canadian schools i had to look up was crazy... had to make this two parts because the fucking character limit hates me omg.

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༺colour chart༻ reader josh hannah mr washington mrs washington

Josh invited you down to his family's lodge up on the Blackwood Mountains, you weren't really expecting him to - considering you haven't met his parents yet, even if you've been dating for six months. You knew his sisters pretty well, you knew them before you even knew Josh which came as a shock when you found out your bestfriend Hannah was Josh's younger sister.

You and Josh arrived at the lodge pretty early in the morning, giving you time to investigate the place and settle in. The lodge was massive, to put it lightly that is. Your expedition was cut short, when Josh dragged you into a room. "Hey.." He'd run a hand through your hair, "You done exploring?" "No--" He cut you off when he moved towards to lock you into a kiss, you melted into it. That's when you pulled back, watching him chase your lips. "What are you doing?--" A whine left his lips, as you pulled back. "I'm having dinner with you and your family tonight for the first time, I highly doubt me being late will give off a good impression.." "I already told you, they don't give a shit - they'll love you.." "You can never be too cautious.." You'd place a short kiss to his lips to tide him over, before moving towards the door. "Hey--" He'd grab your hand, pulling you back towards him. "I love you.." "Love you too."

You were sitting in you and Josh's room. Sitting on the floor, facing the floor length mirror - curling your hair with an iron. Kind of nervous for the dinner, you knew Beth and Hannah would welcome you with open arms. But, Josh's parents seemed scary, I mean the man who made the horror movies you watched as a kid with your siblings will be sitting across from you and you have to act like you're not freaking out about it? That's when a knock on the door broke you out of your thoughts. "Come in--" You'd call out, your gaze still focused on the mirror and your hair. Hannah opened the door walking in, "Hey--" You looked up at her through the mirror, "Hey.." You'd turn of the curling iron, placing it on the table next to you. "You nervous?" "Yeah, kinda.." "Sam was nervous too when she met them for the first time.." She'd move across the room to sit next to you. "Maybe I should've confided in her before this.." That made Hannah chuckle, her hands carding through the back of your hair - seperating the curls there. "You'll be okay, I know my parents will love you.." "I hope you're right.." She'd wrap her arms around you, pulling you close. "I always am.."

And that's how you found yourself, sitting beside Josh and facing his parents. To say you were nervous was an understatement. "So, Josh told us that you're studying law?" That broke you from your thoughts, as you felt Josh's hand move to your outer thigh, you looked over to him for a moment before looking back to his parents. Fiddling with the food on your plate with your fork, you spoke up again.. "Uh-- yeah, I'm studying my bachelor's degree in law and arts at UoA..." "University of Alberta?" "Mhm-" "I studied there for a semester before going to SAIT to study filmology and stem." "I was doing graphic and media arts, that's how we met--" You continued to speak to Josh's parents as you felt Josh's hand move to your inner thigh. Right now your thoughts were consumed by him, not really caring about his parents thoughts anymore. As their attention moved over to Hannah and Beth, you placed a hand overtop Josh's hand. That's when you announced, "Excuse me us for a moment-- I need Josh to show me where the bathrooms are.." "Oh-- okay.." His parents nodded, watching you practically drag their son out of the dining room. "Does she know she's going the wrong way?" "Just let them be--"

That's when you dragged Josh into one of the bathrooms you found on your previous investigation. "What's going on-- is everything okay?" "I just need you right now, Josh.." "O-Oh.. okay, yeah I can do that." He'd nod, letting you pull him into a kiss by his shirt. He placed his hands onto your hips, pushing you up against the door. His tongue licking against your bottom lip, a silent request. You opened your mouth, the kisses becoming open mouthed and sloppy. That's when he hoisted you up, your legs instinctly wrapping around his waist. Feeling his bulge against your core, a moan being dragged from your lips. His hands pushed up your shirt, pulling back from the kiss - pulling your shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere in the bathroom. Expert hands unclasped your bra, he'd slowly drag it off you. Tossing it aside, joining your shirt on the floor.

[seeminglydark]

I'm in love with Caro's style! It's a super cool mix of masc, fem, and vaporwave kind of look. As an enby who, at first, thought I had to look a certain way after coming out as non binary, I was wondering how Caro found their style after they started transitioning and figuring out who they were as a person.

Hello! So I did draw an entire four page little comic thingy to answer this, but I'm going to post it tomorrow cuz I wanted to draw a cute little cover for it ha. Figured I would answer you in text today though, and then you can have the visual tomorrow <3 First thing I'm going to say is that there is no 'certain way to look' for any gender identity or sexuality, cuz thats important, for those who dont wanna read through this text dump. Dress how you want forever.

SO! *rubs hands together* how Caro found their style! Background to those who havent read my comics, Caro grew up as a super high femme kid with crazy helicopter parents who controlled every aspect of their life, including how they dressed. They participated in pageants, modeling and wore a LOT of pink. Not that Caro didn't like pink, they did, but they liked purple better.

After Sully (highschool sweetheart) left, and Caro was on their own, they cut their hair off in a fit of rage and suddenly had to grow up real quick because they were on their own. Whats that got to do with fashion, RJ? Everything, dear reader! When they left, they had a bunch of Sullys shirts and his battle jacket. All 10 sizes too big of course, so paired the oversized tops with their own jeans, workout shorts etc. They had their cheer sneakers. And that is what they wore for a few months, til they got a job at the local gas station. The gas station employees were like, what is going on here with this little girl wearing too big clothes with a fucked up haircut, so, they pitched together and got this kid a proper haircut, during which Caro tearfully explains they arent a girl at all, they dont know what they are and everything is very scary and please dont fire them. Bev, one of their older co-workers decides they need better clothes and takes them to Seattle to thrift! Caro never thrifted in their life and found themself enamored with tacky 80's clothes and patterns, bright colors, funny tee shirts, etc. They worried, because maybe that wasnt what a boy would wear. Bev tells them theres no such thing as what a boy or a girl would wear, something Caro had never heard before, and that gives them mental permission to gleefully grab all the things they never got to wear growing up. They looked like a roller rink carpet threw up on them. they loved it.

The Gas Station Adults buy them a jacket that fits as well, GasCo purple of course, with their chosen name on the name tag. a symbol of acceptance. Caro started hearing things about genderfluid and nonbinary, and looking into what that meant, and what it could mean for them. Their podcast project, Mil-Liminal goes viral. Goldie, their agent, helps them get on low t. they realize how much fun body hair is and LOOK they can wear crop tops to show off their new tummy trail while still hiding their boobs. Whats even more fun? Getting tattoos. Taking their body back. Making themself into the person THEY want to see, and whats makes them the most happy. Still looking like an arcade carpet threw up on them, still loving it. They get top-surgery. Goldie asks them if they want to do a public face reveal. They've kept themself hidden this entire time, and realize they dont want to do that anymore. They shouldnt have to. They want to show the world this person theyve become. Which also means choosing a signature look for Mil-Liminal.

A Mix of their Highschool Varisty Jacket, and their GasCo Jacket. Sneakers. A nod to the pieces of clothing they always felt comfortable in.

Shorts and crop tops or mesh tops. Show off the tattoos, and the scars they earned becoming the person theyve always been.

Wear their identity on their sleeve, because not everyone can, but they are in a position where they want to make a difference and be seen for those who cant, cuz they know how it feels to be lost and scared and not have any idea how to move forward. Let their voice BE a voice.

A SnapBack. A call back to the first date with their highschool sweetheart, who listened, and put his hat on them and took them out and let them be themself, and loved them for it.

The most important thing to take from this anon, is that there is no Look. There is no way to dress or act or look if you're non binary, its not fashion. The same way clothing has no gender, anyone can wear whatever the fuck makes them happy. Put clothes on that, when you look in the mirror, you feel comfortable and happy. Its a very personal thing, and its about YOU, and how you feel. and your gender journey. Gender and Sexuality is as vast a spectrum as the human condition.

Thank you so much for the ask and inspiring me to make a look book and fashion journey post, I'll put it up tomorrow <3

[butterfrogmantis]

Right well it's about time I introduce this little cutie! Hehe

So back when I first made my first ng I was like 'this is enough I'm gonna stop here' (Narrator voice: LMFAO she did not in fact stop there) but anyway even back then I knew Dreamy and Tracker were the kind of couple to just keep having kids FJDSKF. Honestly if Dreamy had of had his way he'd have had 4-5 or even more, easily. At least in his mind.

Caring for an actual baby full time wasn't the picnic he thought, of course. Nor was it like Baby Smurf where everyone kinda took a go. Other couples were now busy with their own smurflings here and there, so caring for Rover was the time to really knuckle down on this 'parenting' thing. And apart from that one scary incident where Tracker almost died and caused poor Rover to become clingy, it went well.

They'd been talking about having a second stork application for a while, trying to decide on the best time to apply, when their friend Britt dropped in on them with his nibling. Now this WAS unusual - a Smurf baby they felt they could handle again, a Sweef baby was an entirely different matter that came with it's own challenges. Especially since Rover didn't take too kindly to his new sib wanting his dad's attentions at first lmao.

So by the time Rover and Nova were a little older and they were all settled into a routine the time came for them to think 'well we managed that well' and then decide that yeah. They wanted another. So another was sent off for.

Star Charter aka 'Starry' Smurf is an excellent navigator but also a bit of a hippie fjsdk I had an oc called Whimsy at one point, I've sorta recycled her into Starry a bit since I don't consider 3 of them canon anymore. Anyway Starry is big on tea leaves and incense burning and all that good stuff, others might perceive her as slightly ditzy but she's actually a very accomplished mathematician, astronomer as well as astrologist - she just also has the belief that the constellations and planets she plots have a genuine impact on her.

She's part of the age group with Mari and that lot and has a bit of a frenemyship going with SmurfOnyx who's a very logical and future-thinking child. Starry suggests she may want to try some aromatherapy for that aggression she's feeling. Maybe they could invent the sci-fi genre together.

Naturally this means Onyx and Starry are future end game /lh It also means that Nova's mentor becomes their in-law (cuz Pal and Nova share a love of palaentology) Go figure.

Starry is mine

[dollya-robinprotector]

Giggling because I love making post with multiple character tags and then wait for the wrong face to be featured on all the tags ksksksks

This sydney looks soooo sillyyyy

Anw I just thought about my past so story time under the cut.

When I was in secondary school, I once knew a friend who was bullied.

For the context, it was a decent school, with 4 grades, each had 4 classes: A for lower-perform and naughty students, B for normal, C for better than average, and D for the Elites who will most definitely have bright future ahead. We are Asian children, study means EVERYTHING for us. Our worth are defined by how well we perform in school, how many awards we have and how good our grades are.

That friend was in class C. I was in class B. Normally we don't make friends outside of the class, but I once saw him being poured water on in the hallway, defended him and we became friends. Or something like that. Let's call him Z because I forgor his name now.

My parents didn't do well with the fact that I failed my entrance test and was stuck in normal class. They didn't have money to upgrade me to class C either, so they made me study extra hard. Back since I started going to school, I was being teased and harassed a lot too cuz I love to draw (what's the problem of kids being mean to artistic kids btw???). But since I was one of the best performers in study, I soon gained some respect and the soft bully subside. (I was terrible in math, but everything else were straight A okay??)

Z wasn't so lucky. I learned that his grades were terrible eventhough he was in class C. He stuttered a lot, always looks down when talking to people, never dare to engage in any conversation, etc... His appearance did not help, and he had some funny smell when I stood close to him. One thing though, he loved drawing too (urgh artistic kids again) and really admired my skill. The only times he would smile are when we talked about our fav anime. Looking back, I think maybe he had something to do with autism? I can't be sure though, but I know his parents spent a LOT to keep him in that better-than-average-class.

The bully was not too terrible, at least from what I saw and heard. He often got splashed by water, threw dirty rag or left-over food at, made fun of, laughed at, his belongings often went missing and be found somewhere dirty, etc... I used to went through all that too, so I helped him to somehow deal with them. Those sort of soft-physical bully were nothing scary once you got used to them. Just a little annoying. He got used to it too, I think, and we didn't mention those when we talk. I admit I might had some savior complex, and that friendship is not entirely friendly. It was more like I thought he would be helpless without me so I can't leave him alone.

And then one day when I was going home from school, Z approached me and asked if I want to go to his house. He said he has a very big greenhouse, and there were some pretty blooming flowers he wanted to show me. I never saw a greenhouse before and I love flowers, of course I said yes!

We rode our bicycles to his house. I've never been to his house before nor meet his parents. I didn't even ask my mom for permission to go but well, I was excited.

We went for a long time, and I started to realize he was leading me into the forest. I still went with him for maybe half an hour more, before I said I was tired and you didn't tell me your house would be this far. Then I look around and truly there was nothing bu trees surrounded the two of us. He looked back at me, clearly exhausted too, and said nothing. I started to realize the situation I was in: a 12 years old, in a forest, with no directions and a strange friend who I didn't really know. Yeh atm I was pretty scared.

I asked Z again where exactly is his house. He stuttered and said I don't need to worry, we would get there very soon. He said if I was too tired I can hop on his bike and he would get me there. Then he attempted to take my hand but that creeped me out so I stepped away from him. I turned my bike, ignored his calls, and just went as fast as I can toward the direction I thought would lead me out of the woods. He called out to me and began to chase after me too, but gave up after some times.

I then just rode my bike with full speed, somehow got out of the woods into a strange road I didn't know, asked around for direction and got home safe. My mom scolded me for being so damn late and I apologized. I never tell anybody, and never talk to Z ever again. He didn't bother me either. And that's the end of the story.

[alice-ness]

*holding my hands out aggressively*

GIVE ME THE HEADCANONS

Please I am so content starved it is not even funny, I want the hight school headcanons PLEASE

I love all of them but it I had to chose for only a few I would say gimme Chip and Leaf please

Also I like that one fic u have with Logainne, and Chip, and Leaf, it's really awesome, I'm that one person who commented begging you to please continue the fic and not drop it

K that's it, hope u have a good day byeeeeee

:p

hi!!! tysm for asking here's highschool headcanons for chip and leaf! ((and sorry it took a while) 🙏🙏 ALSO im so glad u like the fic i will try to finish it but it might be a little while #busybee

in this au they all are in similar grades bc i thought abt trying to make it work in canon but it just doesn't rip

chip tolentino

- goes to highschool with marcy, leaf, and marigold

- yes he is incredibly tortured by seeing her all the time lol

- in his freshman year he had a random slump and kind of just did nothing and sulked around all the time (post child boy scout burnout/gifted kid burnout)

- like his grades were... whatever but he didn't talk to anyone and didn't do any extra curriculars

- his parents got tired of him being so suddenly lethargic-teenager so they made him join track

- he's actually really good at it, and eventually (not freshman year but eventually) he's semipopular in an awkward way where people know him but he doesn't TALK to all those people

- does really embarrassing dares with his track teammates. He's not necessarily pressured so much as he gets really into it in the moment LOL

- i put this in the fic but he ran into leaf at a club fair and they hang out now lol

- and leaf hangs out with logainne so he started hanging out with logainne

- and he has some classes with marcy and they were both in a school-rut so they bonded

- wasn't for a while that leaf naturally got the whole spelling bee group hanging out together but that was incredibly weird for chip ... bc... it's kind of weird in general

- especially hanging with barfee but they make up and they're homies (who play argue and play brawl)

- had to do a creative writing unit and discovered he's really good at that too but he's kinda embarrassed about it

- he likes like typical story writing and also nostalgic poems but he's even more embarrassed about that

- he and olive once made eye contact at a creative writing contest he went to without telling anyone and now she wards his secret

- one summer marcy got really into skateboarding and chip tried it out too to be supportive but he ate shit every. Single. time.

- chip learned to drive his junior year and really wanted a sports car but he got a shitty hand me down dad car

- one time marcy called him like "hey can you pick me up" nd he was like "from where" and she's like. "from san francisco?'

- bro how did u even get there

- he does it anyway tho

- they're like besties and they go on a lot of late night snack missions

- if they watch scary movies he will be screaming and crying and she'll be like "oh my god pay attention"

- has a crush on like every single girl he talks to

- sometimes they overlap with logainne's crushes and it's very awkward, especially bc he listens to her disaster lesbian rants at every sleepover

- he grows a really shitty puberty stache he's very proud of and EVERYONE (minus leaf who is unconditionally supportive) BEGS him to shave it

- his dad sits him down like Son. What are you doing.

- ramen and hotpockets diet (if he wanted to cook he'd be good at it tho)

- also this is just me projecting but he's filipino cuz i say so (and my word is law bc it's AAPI month /j)

- 5'5 forever... he constantly prays it'll change

- is really good at dioramas

- goes to school dances to complain in the corner the whole time about the music and the food

- could be misconstrued as mysterious but he's just awkward

- most indecisive person of all time and makes it everyone else's problem

leaf coneybear

- not ALL of his siblings made the switch to public school for high school but some did, including marigold (and pinecone who is older than them)

- it was a hard switch but it doesn't take long to find his crowd bc he's a naturally charismatic person

- his crowd is theater kids. he really loves improv and straight plays, he loves musicals too but he doesn't have great rhythm LOL

- he also LOVES helping make costumes, and in junior/senior year he's on the board

- still likes to make some of his own clothes

- was always tall for his age but had a growth spurt before freshman year and he's like. 6'1 LOL he's a stringbean

- sneaks both his cats and logainne into his school

- yes admin is tired but damn are his cats cute

- logainne is his best friend for literal life they are inseparable and will find any reason to hang out

- kind of an energy drink addict (they're not allowed in his house but he WILL drink too many anywhere else if u don't watch out and then crash and feel sick)

- (sidenote he HAS calmed down some but he can still be distractable and is still rlly high energy. Some days he takes to just completely slow down and veg out tho which is nice) (like pretty much he just won't stomp around and roar or whatever in the middle of sentences like in im not that smart 😭)

- on the complete opposite end of that he's also an organic fruit smoothie addict

- he also loves to bake and he's REALLY good at it but his younger siblings aren't allowed sugar so he will spontaneously get a bunch of ingredients and then show up at his friends' houses late at night to borrow their kitchen

- he tries to "spread the love" by doing this equally at all his friends places

- olive is his #1 baking buddy tho!

- also speaking of siblings he's the best older brother ever and he doesnt really like to be home but he'll spend time with his siblings

- .... his parents just keep havin babies

- anyway he's not as good at cooking bc it bores him so he'll get distracted and let things burn whoops

- tons of sleepovers at logainnes he's like a son to her dads

- gets a giant van to drive all his friends around in, it's decked out

- fixes holes in his friends clothes

- they all have a million friendship bracelets bc he just gets sappy and makes more or forgets he made one

- keeps everything ever given to him

- loves interactive science museums where u get to touch stuff more than ANYYYYTHIIIING. He will get lost in the dino bones

- and loves nature and hikes but mainly to look at bugs

- is the king of poster projects in class

- wasn't allowed to watch horror movies as a kid so logainne showed him some classic his freshman year and he literally couldn't sleep for a week but now he likes them, just mostly the campy stuff

- so stuff like little shop, rocky horror, r his the musicals bc it's cheesy campy horror AND theater!

- also first got social media like freshman/sophomore year and he just posts poorly taken pictures and occasionally answers his friends dms

- junior year on, a good amount of his theater peers develop like silly little crushes on him but he's completely oblivious and chip is just so jealous bc he gets no bitches

- he's the glue of the 25th annual kids bc he sort of just naturally started hanging out w them individually again and was like Oh shit why don't we all just hang out

- he is the only person marcy will cuddle

- (on that note he's the group teddy bear)

[the-faceless-bride]

James 'Jimmy' Hopkins

Affection – how do they show affection? What's their love language(s)?

Words of affirmation and Acts of service are Jimmy's go-to acts to show his affection. When he walks to your house and gets into your room already talking about how he "just couldn't stay away." and "he couldn't wait to see your (cute) stupid face." and if you at any point needed something done he will do it for you, you don't ask him to. He will just hear you talking about it and remember. He doesn't even expect anything in return.

Boundaries–  what are some BIG no-nos for your relationship?

When you two got together Jimmy left a trail of shattered hearts behind him. So a big thing in your relationship is him turning down the girls that approach him, mostly Lola (cuz she loves to start issues) and you have to stay away from Gary because he will try and start issues in your relationship. Jimmy also doesn't want to be left in the dark about where you are, and where you're going (the last thing he needs is for you to get into trouble and him not know how to get to you.)

Comfort – How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or try to handle it themselves?

When you are upset, Jimmy doesn't fully know how to make you feel better. If it's someone who made you upset he will track them down and pummel them, if it's not a physical being then he's a bit lost on how to help. He'll just sit and listen to you as you tell him what's wrong and he'll do his best to make it better. (if you stump a table he'll jokingly cuss at the table before kicking it for you if that'll help.)

Dates – what is their ideal date?

Jimmy is happy to do whatever you want, but if he had to pick he'd enjoy taking you to an abandoned place to smash and graffiti anything you want.

Excitement – How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?

Jimmy gets a little too excited to beat someone up, so much so that he tells you his plan thirty minutes before he even goes to the fight, and he tells you all about his victory when he's done.

Future – What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, or having kids?

Jimmy never thought of settling down especially with his mom being married five times and each time failing so he might be a little discouraged But it's something he wouldn't be opposed to after a nice long relationship. He just doubts anybody would settle for him. He knows he has this bad boy reputation and vibe about him so he knows girls go for him due to that reason, he isn't the guy these girls wanna settle with. This is the guy they wanna have fun with to piss off their parents. On the topic of children, Jimmy is in his final year. He couldn't see himself juggling school and a baby. But in the future, once he's had his fun he might consider just one.

Gifts – What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts? How do they react to getting gifts?

Jimmy's go-to is flowers and chocolates, but after getting to know you more about your relationships he does give more thoughtful gifts. He remembers very small things that you mention in passing without really thinking about them and him one day just gets you that thing or makes you something that resembles it. It's a little scary how much he remembers just from passing comments he hears.

Hold – How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

Jimmy doesn't hold you unless you are alone together, and when you are he likes for you to have your legs over his lap and your head resting under his, he also enjoys laying his head in your lap. Jimmy would rather die than say it to you... But he wants to be the little spoon. Finally, Jimmy is very insecure when it comes to holding hands. (with you) when it was with a random girl before he didn't care what they thought but he is very interested in you and because of his interest, his hands get sweaty. In his last relationship with Zoe, she made a joke about his sweaty hands while wiping her hand, and while he laughed it did make him selfconscious about it.

Ideal – What’s their ideal partner like?

With Jimmy only has two types... Either you are a complete badass, you detention all the time, always ready to fight for any reason... Or you are a sweetheart with a shy persona, very cute and loving towards him but you will kick ass when feeling like you need it. And there is no in between

Jealousy – Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?

Jimmy doesn't get jealous easily but when he does get jealous it's pretty intense. He mostly gets jealous when it comes to Gary, or when a prep thinks it's ok to try and upstage him...

Kisses ��� How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?

Jimmy is very particular about PDA. When he is around family (your family) he will turn the PDA down, he has been yelled at for PDA in the past. However, when you are out in the town doing your own thing he doesn't care. They could all sit there and watch for all he cares.

Likes – what are things you like to do together?

Jimmy likes to take you to the carnival, it's a bit old by now but the town fixed it up over the years and there are lots of fun things to do. Jimmy has won you so many gifts you're running out of places to get them. Other than that Jimmy always likes to show you some fun moves and how to dish out some serious punches.

Melt – What do you do that makes them melt?

When you two are alone laying together sometimes he likes to lay his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat while you trace shapes and words on his back and shoulders, or when you run your hand over his buzzed hair, he likes the sensory feeling of it. It brings him a comfort he can't understand or explain.

Nicknames – What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?

When he first got with you he used the names he used with everyone, "Baby" or "babe" even the occasional "sweetheart" but as he got further into the relationship he gave you more personal nicknames and sweeter ones like "Love" "sunshine" and depending on your features you have you get one tailored to that for example "freckles" or "glasses" or "short stacks" (the nerve of this guy...)

Obvious – How obvious do they make it that they like you?

Jimmy made his interest in you very clear, from the very start. the only thing is he was a big flirt so you didn't take his advances seriously but after some persistence and fighting people off you let him take you on a very nice date.

Parents – Do they introduce you to their parents? Have they met yours?

No. He hopes you'll never meet his mom and his "Fat old Geezer" of a stepfather, and if by any chance you do meet his mom, she is shocked, to say the least. She'll interstate you about Jimmy and the relationship you have, she isn't convinced Jimmy is serious about a long-lasting relationship. This ends in Her and Jimmy getting into an argument. His stepfather is doubtful at best and creepy at worst. Jimmy almost gets into a physical altercation with him...

Quiet – How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

Jimmy can be quiet when he wants to be, but he likes to be loud, he likes announcing his presents in every room he walks into. But he is calm with you, less angry and it's a low chance he'll try and fight you.

Romance – How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

Again, Jimmy can be very romantic when he wants to be. He wouldn't go super sappy when others are around (Pete is an exception) he just has a reputation to keep up, but once you are alone he can be very cheesy and romantic

Safe – What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?

It's not so much of him being Safe and more of him being so calm he can fully relax without needing to worry about fighting anyone. Jimmy keeps you safe, even if you are bigger or stronger it doesn't matter. Jimmy keeps you safe.

Tend – How do they act when you tend to them when hurt or sick, and vice versa?

Jimmy is a little embarrassed, he doesn't want to seem weak around you. But if you sing him praises about how strong he is and how impressed you are, he'll warm up to the idea of you fixing him up. When Jimmy is sick he will fight (verbally ) to get you to stay away from him so you don't get sick but if you say you brought him his favorite warm meal... Or just some good soup... He won't say no.

When it comes to you being sick he'll stay away, unless you tell him you need him. Then he'll give in.

Unique – What’s an unusual thing about them that’s oddly charming?

Jimmy smiles with a smirk. He's constantly smirking around you. Others think he's being a douchebag and giving a stupid smirk, but you know he's just happy to be around you. He just shows it in his own way.

Variety – Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?

With Jimmy, no one day is The same. One day is calmly playing video games with Pete, the next you're throwing rocks off the back of Jimmy's bike trying to get the gang chasing you and Jimmy.

Want – What made them want to be in a relationship with you?

You weren't one to let someone be bullied. It made him gravitate toward you to help him with his little missions. After almost getting caught, jumping fences and almost getting caught but police and truancy officers he grew to really like you.

Xoxo – what are their favorite kisses?

For him, Jimmy is a sucker for neck kisses it was him feeling giddy inside. For you, he likes kisses right on the mouth.

Yearn – What do they do when they miss you?

If he misses you while you are at work or an after classes activity he'll wait outside for you and meet you as soon as you get out, but if it's something he can't go to you for he just sits on his bed with a stuffed animal or a piece of clothing you left behind cuz it smells like you.

Zzz – How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?

Jimmy gets very grumpy and clingy. Meaning he will either call you over or find his way to you and lays in bed taking you with him and if you dare to move he will either A) Bite you, B) Rant about how you don't love him, C) bribe you with kisses and Back messages to stay, or D) all of the above in that order.

@ghoulgeousimmaculate thanks for feeding into my fixation 😭😭💕

[naavispider]

Would you do a oneshot of Quaritch and the recoms listening to drunk!Spider babble about the Sully kids?

I kinda love the idea of the recoms kinda being forced to consider the kids stuck in this situation, but I really love the idea of Quaritch, despite his hatred for Jake, is secretly really thankful for his kids because at least Spider wasn't alone; at least there were people who cared for Spider.

"Pfft...." Spider slurred. He pushed himself up a bit from where he'd slid down against the rock. When this didn't satisfy him, he crawled over the to a wide tree trunk and laid on his back with his legs up against the bark. He stared up at the stars.

What is this kid doing? Thought Quaritch wearily.

"Y'r no fun..." the kid embellished.

"Please enlighten us what your idea of fun is, Spider," Wainfleet asked, curious.

"Well," Spider began. He seemed to like this question, because he launched straight into replying. "Hunting, tracking, weaving, h'nging out with Lo'ak..." He shifted his legs against the tree. "Lo'ak's my best friend," he added seriously.

Quaritch thought he knew which one was Lo'ak. If it was the kid who flipped him off and pretended he didn't speak English then Quaritch could easily see how the two got on so well.

"You w'r mean to him..." Spider looked at Quaritch as if the recom was a child himself, being told off for a silly playground spat. "Pulled his hair."

Wainfleet couldn't help grinning when he looked at Quaritch, but Quaritch wasn't that amused.

"And you almost killed Kiri... She's my oth'r best friend. I love her."

Quaritch was shocked to hear those words come out of Spider's mouth, but he supposed Spider meant it on more of a familial way. All that tree-hugging crap he'd grown up around had made the boy soft. Still, he wondered if there was something more there. Spider sighed deeply, stilling looking up at the sky and babbling away.

"One time, me n'Kiri went tracking for a v'perwolf, cuz she said she could tame it. Wanted to be friends with'it." The kid giggled at the memory. "But Tuk heard us and followed and then Jake came and found us and he blamed me f'r getting her in danger."

A look of great sadness clouded over Spider's face. Like this, the kid was an open book.

"That doesn't seem very fair!" Savine prompted.

"Y'r right, it wasn't. But," he said shrugging his shoulders, "m'used to it. Don't get me started on th'time I dropped Tuk. Thought Neytiri w's gonna kill me!" He laughed.

Quaritch frowned. He had been under the impression that Spider was a part of the Sully family, or at least he acted that way. But this? It didn't seem like how he'd been imagining it. He glanced at Wainfleet, who returned a similarly disturbed look.

"She's scary." Spider continued. "Doesn't like me. Wouldn't help w'my hair, or show me to carve beads f'my s'ngcord." He said all this very matter-of-factly.

It was this exact tone that caused something in Quaritch's chest to twinge unpleasantly. How could he have been so wrong about the way the kid had grown up? For Christ's sake, he should know if the boy had been neglected. Looking at him now, this explained a lot.

"S'okay though," Spider continued brightly. "Got Lo'ak and Kiri. They're m'best friends," he looked at Quaritch earnestly, obviously forgetting he'd already mentioned that part. "Don't shoot them."

"You can't have spent your sixteen years with just two friends, Spider." It was Z-dog who spoke.

Spider frowned at the sky. "Why not?"

Savine looked exasperated, glancing at Wainfleet and Mansk for support. "Because... because that's shit. Surely you played with other kids too?"

"I'm not. A baby," Spider said, but he hadn't taken offence at her question. In fact, he was loving talking about his life. Nobody ever asked him about it. He could get used to this.

He shrugged in response. "Clan kids knew me, but wasn't s'pposed to play with them... Parents didn't want it. Snuck into a party one night and played music f'r them... They loved it but I got kicked out event'lly." He paused, thinking. His eyes widened. "D'you mean human kids? None of those around. Just me n'Kiri. And Lo'ak. They're m'best friends."

The recoms all stared at each other. Jesus.

"Y'know what?" Spider said, frowning as he uncrossed his ankles from against the tree trunk at sat up. He swayed, the blood rushing to his head as he irritatedly tried to speak. "You're all asshats. Wanna be with them now. I'm gonna go." Spider looked around the clearing, as if the Na'vi kids were waiting just out of sight. "Bye."

Spider attempted to stand, but had to grab onto a glowing purple mushroom to steady himself, and just like that, started making his way into the trees.

"Oh!" Savine chuckled. "He's off!"

The recoms looked at Quaritch. Quaritch looked at Spider. His heart swelled even as it sank. This kid.

What the hell was he going to do with him?

The Colonel stood up, unwilling to call the boy back in case he really did start to run. He'd only hurt himself. He caught up to Spider in a handful of strides and picked him up around his sides, turning him around. "They're not out there, kid. This way," he murmured, pulling Spider gently back to camp. Spider was in no fit position to object, the alcohol clouding his thoughts.

"Get off," he mumbled. "You're mean!" he groaned, but there was an edge of real anger under the words.

"I know, come on."

Spider whined, kind of pitifully. Quaritch had never felt more for the boy. He almost wanted to return him to the Na'vi. If these two Sully kids were the only people to treat Spider like an actual person then how could Quaritch deny him that. He had ripped the boy from everything he knew, placed him into unfamiliar and enemy care, and also expected him to be mildly useful in their war efforts.

You're mean.

Yeah, Quaritch thought, I know.

As he escorted the stumbling Spider back to camp to lay down, he wondered how any of this would ever be made right.

Hope you like it! I wanted to set this one in the forest instead of the ship, because the recoms for sure had beers wherever they went, and I wanted Spider to really miss home, especially Lo'ak and Kiri. He must have been so homesick while he was away 💔

[snowball-doie]

yuta's room becomes the unofficial sex room of the house since its the one with all the toys and stuff in it, so i imagine the kids are generally not allowed in there just in case. of course exceptions are made when reyna decides that she needs her dad in the middle of the night but going into that room without an adult is almost always an absolute no no.

Oh you can bet money the door is locked at all times once Reyna is born. They’re not taking ANY chances. Even if he’s home, Yuta has the door locked, and Reyna knows that if she ever wants to see him while he’s inside for whatever reason, then she needs to knock or find one of her other parents- Cuz there’s physically no way for her to get inside lmao.

But in the middle of the night, when she gets a nightmare, she wants her chichi real bad, so she stumbles towards his room, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She knocks, “Chichi…..” she pouts quietly to not wake anyone up. “Chichiiiii…….” But no one’s answering the door. She huffs and goes to Johnny’s room where her mom is sleeping, “Eoma…” she shakes Ahri awake, “Eoma, can you wake chichi up? I had a nightmare.” Ahri sits up and grabs Reyna, propping her on her hip as she stands, “You okay?” Reyna sniffles and nods, “I want to cuddle with chichi.” Ahri sighs and carries Reyna back to Yuta’s room. She knocks louder and more adamantly than Reyna had, “Yuta, open up.” It takes a few min, but Yuta eventually opens up, his long red hair all tangled and sticking to his face, his eyes not even open when he mumbles, “What is it?” “Reyna had a nightmare.” Ahri hands Reyna over to Yuta. He puts her on his hip and steps out of his room, making sure Jungwoo isnt bothered by them since he’s fast asleep in Yuta’s bed after a, uh, long night of adult cuddling! “Let’s get you back in bed,” he tells his daughter in Japanese. With a kiss on Ahri’s cheek and using his free hand to pat her ass, Ahri is sent back to bed in Johnny’s room while Yuta takes Reyna back to her room. “What scared you, princess?” “The monster in my closet.” “What monster?” “The one like in that movie you and daddy were watching earlier.” Yuta sighs to himself. He and Mark thought Reyna was in her room coloring while they were watching The Babadook in the living room….. They didn’t realize she was lurking and watching, scarring her childhood. Great. “That’s just a movie, baby.” He slides Reyna into bed then cuddles up with her. “No monster’s gonna hurt you.” “Promise?” “Hai. Monsters are scared of me, remember?” Reyna nuzzles her face against Yuta’s chest. “Remember, these guys are here to protect you too…” He reaches for the stuffed animals on her bed— He had Yu and Uta plushies custom made for her. He balances them on top of Reyna’s hip, and when they fall, they both giggle and reach out for them so that Reyna can hug both Yu and Uta simultaneously while still hiding her face against Yuta’s bare chest. “But Uta isn’t scary, chichi.” “What? She’s scarier than Yu.” “Really?” “Yeah. Monsters are scared of girls ‘cause they’re so powerful and cool. So that’s why they’re scared of you more than you’re scare of them.” “But chichi and Yu will still protect me, right?” “Of course.” “Good.” Yuta smiles to himself and squeezes Reyna. At least she’s not upset anymore and can fall asleep while cuddling her dad and her two plushies.

[devilsrecreation]

How the Outlanders deal with kids

Hyenas:

Jasiri’s clan are naturally great with Wema and Tunu. They have to be, the pair would be orphans otherwise (their mother died as they were being born)

When Janja’s clan joined them, they were admittedly a little iffy with them. Almost all of them had no idea what to do with these tiny balls of fur.

The cubs were naturally scared of Chungu and Cheezi at first, but they were quick to warm up to the big dopes. Their dumb, clumsy tails made them laugh :)

Now that everyone’s friends now, Janja treats Tunu and Wema as his cubs and you are not allowed to touch them

Jackals:

Canonically great parents, obviously but they are annoyingly overbearing.

Reirei and Goigoi are naturals with not just their kids, but anyone else’s kids too. They’re pros

Crocodiles:

Babysitter crocodiles is something I never really thought about before but now I love it

You’d think they’d be a danger to kids, but they’re surprisingly pretty good with them

They’re not the best influences, but they try lmao

Tamka and Nduli are the best playmates next to Chungu and Cheezi. Tamka sees it as rehearsing for his (nonexistent) acting career and the kids love it

You can thank Nduli for convincing Kiburi and the rest of the float to babysit. It makes him think of those simpler times when he was little

Neema doesn’t do much, but he’ll tag along if the kids need an extra player or something. Turns out he’s got some serious baobab ball skills (don’t ask how they got the fruit in the first place). The kids may not know what the hell he’s saying, but they appreciate him

Storytime with Kiburi is a thing. It’s exactly what it sounds like. It’s Kiburi telling stories to the kids. Some are real, some are made up, but all of them have Tamka and Nduli’s unnecessary commentary that both ruins storytime and makes it better. Yeah, Kiburi warms up to them faster than he likes to admit

Vultures (mostly Mzingo):

Like the jackals, they’re experts in babysitting. They’ve pretty much helped raise Janja and his friends, nothing the kids do now is new to them

The kids just so happen to put themselves in danger, leading Mzingo to try to save them, causing him to get hurt

Mzingo’s pretty strict about rules and the kids find him boring

Kenge:

He SAYS he doesn’t like kids, but put him in a situation with them and he’ll protect them with his life. It takes time though

I have this idea where Kenge sort of acts like a babysitter and teaches the young ones (and the skinks) how to fight. In doing so, he gets to bond with some of them. It’s strangely wholesome

The kids never call him ‘little’. Not even expressions like “a little help here?”. They know better and Kenge appreciates that

He surprisingly doesn’t yell at them. He’ll still have that tough and rude tone to him, but he saves the yelling for the adults

The kids can get him to open up better than anyone else can. Mainly cuz they won’t stop asking “why” all the time

Sumu:

He actually doesn’t like kids. They’re either scared of him or they try to pick him up and he hates being handled

Weirdly enough, none of the kids in the Outlands are scared of him. He tried making a scary face at Wema and she just smiled. He has no idea what to make of this cub

He’s threatened to sting the kids before and gets confused why everyone else gives him weird looks

The skinks:

Most of the skinks including Shupavu can tolerate kids at best. Njano’s the only one that actually likes them

They’re the worst influences. They’ll dare one of the kids to do something stupid, leading the more responsible adults to get them

Njano acts like a cool uncle. You can fight me on that

[barzfrommarz]

hey guys small rant abt the 2024 elections cuz some of yall need to hear some of this from someone who is young and scared for the future of this country😋

Some of y’all need to accept the fact that’s it’s a trump and biden rematch this year. There is no denying it

I understand why we don’t like biden. I don’t like him either but please go do research on project 2025 and some of the shit trump is saying rn. I’m pleading with yall to just this once vote for biden. This would be his last term and the way I view it rn is we have to loose one battle (biden winning) to work towards winning other battles because if trump wins in 2024 it’s going to get worse than it already is and that scares me. Hearing ppl say to vote third party (that will never work in today’s current climate) or just to not vote at all is scary! I have no power in the election since I am too young to vote but I am begging you as a trans/queer kid to please just think critically for one moment and realize we cannot let trump win again. I have overheard a conversation between my parents where they discussed having to leave this country for my safety if trump wins. I am already in an unsafe place (ohio) and if trump wins this november everywhere will be unsafe. Everything we have worked for will be reversed and trump wants to essentially become a dictator. It’s frustrating and scary to see trump poll so high so all I can do rn as someone who literally has no power is plead with you all who do to listen to my words and consider what’s going to happen if trump wins again

final thoughts, please don’t try to act like I support joe biden, I don’t. This post is just me rambling because i’m scared for the future and im begging yall to listen because you guys have the power to vote. I don’t

edit: forgot to say this but PLEASE vote in local and primary elections. Those are extremely important too

[blubushie]

christ i knew they had rights to impose military law on trespassers but straight up shooting kids who're hardly a threat? fucking scary stuff

though with the way american cops and military are acting on their own land and across the world, idk can't say it doesn't check out

To be fair–

It was the middle of the night, this kid was 6' and easily mistaken for an adult in broad daylight while SPEAKING to him, so there's no doubt they thought he was an adult in the middle of the night. Additionally he was warned multiple times on loudspeaker to turn back. People have been trying to damage/destroy Pine Gap with fire and bombs and firebombs since the fucken place was built, so I don't blame them for their response and I'm not even surprised he was shot. If it was an Australian base he'd likey have been shot too, or at least detained and held for a long time (depends what the base contains).

What freaks me out is how hushed everything was after, and how the US government has the power to completely relocate/disappear an entire Australian family so they can't talk. There was no vigil, no in-school discussion, everyone knew Friday night that he went missing and come Monday we were told he wasn't coming back to school, and on Wednesday his best mate finally came to school and admitted to his other mate that he was with him when it happened, along with another kid who vouched and two other kids who didn't go to our school but played on our local junior footy team.

By Friday me, my best mate, and the kid's best mate stopped by his place to bring flowers and offer our condolences to his parents even if the kid WAS an arsehole, and the entire house was empty. Gutted. All it was missing was a for sale sign.

No one heard from the family after, not even Luka's dad which is weird cuz him and the kid's dad were peas in a pod going back on a decade. THAT'S what psychs me out.

[sariel626]

A Raccoon and a Child

Just binged the S5 BSD episodes and noticed that Karl wasn’t with Poe while Ranpo gathered of the agency members (for obvious reasons) so what if he entrusted him to watch over little (Reader) in the office?

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(Reader) was practicing her English, courtesy of her teacher, with the help of Karl flipping back to the page on how to pronounce the particular letter every now and then while Poe talked on the phone. He hung up suddenly and started to put his coat on, “Karl, (Reader), I’m going out for a bit. Please stay here and don’t leave until I get back.” The raccoon understood immediately, but the girl did not. “Why isn’t Karl going with you?” “I just can’t have Karl come with for it to work. If the anyone comes, press the button to call for Mr.Fitzgerald under my desk. Even though he can be scary, he’ll take care of them for you. I have to go now.” The worried child ran over and gave her father a hug goodbye before he left.

And so this left her and a raccoon to finish her homework. However, as many of us know, once the parents/teachers are gone, it’s very easy to get distracted. As the two watched Poe walk out of the building through the office’s glass exterior, (Reader) glanced at Karl and offered, “Tell dad I did my science homework and I’ll ‘accidentally’ add the good food to his cart”

Karl checked off ‘study unit 4 of science’

This is where the chaos began to unfold…as we all know, kids are curious beings and (Reader) is no exception to that. She immediately went over to her dad’s desk and started opening drawers, “He has to have a drawer with candy if he’s friends with Uncle Ranpo! There’s gotta be one!” She peeked up onto his desk, “Dad’s new mystery? I should ask if I can proofread it later.” Karl started tugging on the end of her shirt. The nosy girl sighed, “You’re right…it’s probably in his coat.” She made sure to cover her tracks and go back to where she originally sat.

There was a slight pause of silence before the girl let out a sigh, “it’s boring without dad here.” Karl tried thinking of ways to entertain the girl other than hopping on her shoulders, but as far as a raccoon’s knowledge about human activities goes, it’s not all too far. He sat down and stuck out his paws so it was as if he had be knocked onto his butt. (Reader) perked up, “Do you wanna play Avocado? Miss Louisa taught me it the other day!” She walked Karl through each hand movement carefully and did the pattern in the song slowly with him before starting, it went for a about a minute cuz he’s a smart raccoon before young (Reader) messed up! “Nooo!!! Now you get to change my name for the day! Wait, you’re a raccoon, you can’t change my name cuz you don’t know a-“ Karl took one of her markers and wrote A-I from her vowels page, also a name that appeared in one of her father’s books as one of the killers. (Reader), now named Ai for the day, looked at the paper surprised, “I’m asking dad for help from now on.” Then the girl opened up her iPad and started working her own mystery novel.

About an hour later, loud noises were heard from outside the office. This caught the girl’s attention, should she call for Mr.Fitzgerald? Karl sensed her unease and hopped onto her shoulder. After approaching the door, everything went silent and (Reader) recalled her father’s words, ‘if anyone comes, press the button to call for Mr.Fitzgerald under my desk.’ She backed up towards her father’s desk right before everything went silent. ‘Maybe she and Karl were safe…’ the hopeful girl thought, but she couldn’t be more wrong as the door was kicked open.

The second the door slammed into the wall, the small child spammed the button. A voice called out, “Come out Edgar Allen Poe! You have been suspected of aiding in the recent terrorist activities! Check everywhere men! Behind the desks, behind the curtains, leave no nook unturned!” Meanwhile Reader clung to Karl with tears in her eyes underneath the desk, ‘Why now? If they find us, it’ll be harder on dad.’

As she finished her thought, one of the officers looked under the desk and found them. “Hey Captain! I found a kid and this raccoon, I bet we could use them as hostages if he tries to run.” Upon hearing that, something sparked in (Reader), “You’ll never catch dad cuz he’s way smarter than you! He knows the detective agency is innocent, Uncle Ranpo would never…Auntie Yosano wouldn’t…”

The Captain of the squadron scoffed at this, “A kid like you doesn’t even understand how serious this is; what would YOU know about what they would and wouldn’t do?” He laughed after finishing his question. (Reader)’s stare sharpened, though remnants of fear were still blatantly visible, “More than you officers who arrest according to your robotic like judgement. I’m seven years old, I was studying before you came in and now you’re gonna take dad away and probably Karl. I wish you all would just disappear somewhere!”

Ting!

With the utter of those words, our little (Reader)’s special ability reveals itself and sends them to the sweet shop she really wanted to go to since playing Avocado with Karl. Finally, Francis arrives and finds the office ransacked, “I’m not here to clean up after your mess.” “No! The police were here! They wanna arrest my dad! You just got here a little bit late” The blonde sighed, “I’ll send someone to fix this and have a conversation with their commander. Send my apologies to your father when you get the chance.” The girl agreed and apologized for wasting his time before Francis left.

(Reader) picked up Karl to look him into the eye and spun him around. “I have an ability! And it’s a cool one that could help people AND let me spend more time with Uncle Ranpo!” She stopped spinning and set the poor raccoon down, “I wonder where they went though? Did I kill them? Why did it only just now work? I wish for snacks!” The snacks did not appear. After a few tries, the girl gave up and moved onto math homework since her dad would probably be getting back soon and about 3 problems in, she turned to Karl and asked, “Hey Karl, why do I have to solve these? Why can’t my homework just solve itself?” Once the thought was finished, her pencil began glowing a light purple and solving the problems on its own. Karl whacked the awestruck girl for cheating and the pencil dropped halfway through the fifth problem, so she rubbed the spot and turned to him asking, “What? I was just using my resources! Dad always tells me to do that.”

Speak of the devil, the confused soul opened his broken door to his mostly fixed office, who knows what happened to the papers on the desk after the attack… “I heard from Mr.Fitzgerald about what happened, are you two al- oof!” Poe was immediately hugged by his daughter and Karl jumped off her shoulder onto his making him smile and hug back. The small girl spoke up, “hey dad?” The poet hummed, “promise me you’ll never leave me here for too long again?” The novelist didn’t want to make any promises he couldn’t keep because Ranpo can make some rather time extensive and dangerous requests at times, but he also doesn’t want his daughter to worry. “Once the agency is proven innocent, I can make that promise to you.” “…Ok, I trust you and Uncle Ranpo.”

Poe went over to his desk to try and get things back in order. “Oh, How are your studies coming along?” (Reader) froze up at this question and dismissed it before Karl could out her earlier antics, but he did anyway. Her father looked surprised at the very idea that his daughter would consider cheating, “How? Did you use a website? Do I need to take away your iPad? Wait, no, I have to take away your iPad as punishment.” Karl went over and grabbed it for him since he was already sitting down, but the only thing on Reader’s mind was sharing her ability with her dad. “I have a special ability!” This was the last thing he expected to hear from his formerly ability-less daughter. “T-that’s great news! But what is it? Is it like mine or the Boss’s?” “Kinda? I think I have to know stuff for it to work. When the police were here for you, I said I wish they would disappear somewhere and they did, then I asked Karl why my math homework couldn’t solve itself and it did until he made me stop it.” Poe paused to think for a moment, ‘A spatial ability that alters the state of reality according to the user’s knowledge of what they’re altering. That’s a dangerous ability to entrust to someone so young. It may be good to let Ranpo know about it, but there’s no guarantee she’d be able to use it when Ranpo wants her to or at the capacity he would need.’ He was snapped out of his thoughts by light taps on his desk. It was his daughter wondering if she was supposed to have a better ability. He reassured her, hers was more than a great ability, but (Reader) should keep quiet about its existence for now

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(Reader) officially has an ability that could probably stop the war and like, half the trauma from traumatizing us if used correctly, but oh no! She’s seven! That’s no place for a girl her age.

[cross-armageddon]

Guys idk if anyone did that already BUT I HAVE HUGE SHIT

project sekai percy jackson au, i am insane over this now

im opening up an au right the fuck now AND THIS POST WILL BE MY FIRST BATCH OF SCRIBBLES DOODLES AND IDEAS

I already have everyone figured out, as in what camp, which parent etc., I just need to figure out everyone's powers, WHICH IS WHAT THIS FIRST AU POST IS ABOUT YIPPEEEEEEEE

For this post, I am bringing you:

WonderShow (1/2)

I'm still figuring out Nene's (Poseidon) and Tsukasa's (Jupiter) powers, BUT EMU AND RUI ARE ALREADY FINISHED AND I HAVE A BUNCH OF SILLY SCRIBBLES

If my writing is too dogshit, tldr:

Emu - Demeter child

Brings prosperity to everyone around her when she's happy, but most don't notice that wealth part because she keeps growing flowers under her feet everywhere and the more happy she is, the more plants grow

Technically it should be obvious she's half blood, but because of the fog, or whatever that masking ability is called, people just keep thinking she brings dirt on her feet or that the flowers are stage props

(Tsukasa is actually one of the victims of that, but that's for later when I explain what's up with him)

MEANWHILE RUI

he's a Dionysus kid, when he came to the camp everyone thought he was a Hephaestus kid because of how he dealt with monster attacks, but no, he was claimed immediately by Dionysus who just came and said "oh yep, that one's mine, hello son"

Dionysus in the books was able to induce mania, so Rui can actually do exactly that, but in a positive way

(I call it autism powers because he can hyperfixate anyone on his shows)

That power of his is actually pretty passive and he barely controls it. He was outcasted as a kid because other kids just found that state scary (even if it was positive) and didnt know what it was etc.

Of course that state is temporary, but it rubs off on everyone and that includes fellow troupe members, like here:

(get it,,,,,,,, grapevines,,,,,,,,,,,,, cuz he's a dionysus kid,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,)

Now, what's up with the Tsukasa thing:

Nene, Emu and Rui go to Camp HalfBlood the oramge shirts, because they're claimed by greek gods

NOW TSUKASA AND SAKI GOT THE THALIA AND JASON TREATMENT - Saki is Zeus, while Tsukasa is Jupiter

So Tsukasa goes to Camp Jupiter...

And you see, when they meet in the outer world - They don't know all of them are demigods.

My vision of this, illustrated:

There have been multiple instances of monster attacks in PXL and all of them are hiding from each other, because if you get injured - how the fuck do you explain it to a civilian?

(But they're not civilians, which is funny)

ANYWAYS

I will be making more powers for everyone, because the list of what demigods everyone is already exists

I already called backup to help me create original powers, I WILL BE BACK WITH MORE SILLIES

[sucktacular]

Pbbt

I know everyone goes at their own pace and I can't compare myself, but hearing my cousins went to like art school and have jobs and shit is just so weird. Like yall use to be lil babies in carriers and now I'm 30 and you're graduating college and have jobs and shit. And like I don't have a job. I don't really have much to show. And I feel like a let down. I feel like a generational dead end (negative).

But at the same time im also, like, happy and content with where my life is. I'm in a weird place. Like starting over. And it's not where my peers might be and it's maybe disappointing to my parents, but I'm happy and can see things getting better and going well. And I also know I can't compare myself to others cuz I have different challenges and different blah blah

On one hand I wonder if I'm leaning on crutches too hard. If I should be on disability, if I should be how I am. On the other I feel supported. I feel like I'm not just surviving anymore. That Im able to fulfill my basic needs and start trying to enjoy and do stuff. Its really hard to... Quantify.

My life is different than I thought it'd be and it's different than anything my parents generation (broad, "normalized" generalization) would have been doing. I feel like my parents worked and worked and did what they had to to support a family. I don't have to do that and I also can't quite do that. I'm not sure where my fears and my physical/mental abilities end. Do you know what I mean? (Talking to the void).

Maybe this is just kind of part of my social disconnect. I haven't really talked to my friends in a long while and it's kind of getting harder to socialize the more I'm away. It's hard to juggle the energy to do daily things and to socialize. It's hard to know where the line is with "over extending myself" is and where I'm just "scared to do the thing". Where do I push myself and where do I hang back a little?

Idk. Many such thoughts. Feeling like a disappointment to your parents when you feel like the "one that was suppose to make something of themselves". I already told them I'm not having kids, and my brother is also not having kids from what I know, so not being successful in like a career makes it feel like I've just fucked it LMAO

But I also feel successful! Because I moved out! I have a place, even if it's with roommates. I have a partner who I love SO MUCH!! I'm in a very happy relationship with someone I've known for years. That's a really big successful thing, right? I'm taking care of my old cat, who's happy and doing well despite his heart troubles. He sits on my head at night and bites my hair and meows at me and hunts me down and smacks me from the railings as I walk down stairs. He's 12!!! So proud of my baby boy. I worked really hard to get myself on disability despite being denied and taking an extra like year to get on it!! That was hard ass shit. So much communication and connecting with community ppl to make it happen. I make dinners for my partner and I. I don't just wallow and not eat anymore. I clean and take care of the house here and there.

Idk. If I compare myself to my peers I feel like a failure. But I also am proud of where I am. I feel like I worked hard and made some big, scary choices to get here. But I'm happy and proud of myself. I hope my parents can see that and feel proud.

Even though also like... I don't really feel connected to my family so like why do I care

Seasonal guilt etc... Christmas feels like a season of guilt. Never enough presents to give. Never enough nice presents at that. Never nice enough. Never happy enough. A season of disappointment. Hrm. Yuck.

Anyway rambling over. I took my Adderall obviously (after like a week of not being able to cuz I've been sick) so now my brain is all blllrlrlrlrlrlrlr what if you feel BAD what if you're GUILTY what if you should be PUNISHED but also what if you should be PROUD wht if you ENJOYED yourself for once instead of ALWAYS WORRYING? strange concept! Me happy? That's my life goal, I just want to be happy. But am I allowed to be? We will see once I punish myself enough (you can't punish yourself into feeling happy).