#find waldo imagine

[grahamcarmen]

redcrackleweek Day 2: Slice of life

[ivvyela]

thinking about that theory where peter parker is the mcu's anchor being. and like. the possibilities of it. imagine learning your entire universe's anchor being, the person who pretty much controls the fate of the universe, is some guy who just doesn't exist??? not even dropped off the face of the earth, but there is no proof of this person even existing in the first place???? and maybe strange or the fantastic four or whoever feels responsible for/is tasked with finding and protecting this anchor being but that's kinda hard to do when you have Absolutely Nothing to go off of.

or alternatively, peter himself learning that the entire universe is basically relying on him staying alive, and he already has a lot on his shoulders but this??? having lost everything and everyone and now learning that the weight of the world is literally on his shoulders and fuck!!! he just wanted to be a friendly neighborhood spider-man but that's parker luck for you!!

and like. there's so many ways to take it and i haven't seen anyone considering this and guys. guys. consider it. take it and run with it or what have you. fuck it and throw doctor doom in the mix for the irondad girlies because surely that will be fun.

and i know i know the theory doesn't fully go hand in hand with the mcu cannon but. fuck the cannon. let me scream into the void about this. let me shove it in your faces and hope someone does something with it. let me have my silly where's waldo peter parker anchor being au.

[cosmetichorror]

Okay so I’ve hit a mini writers block, so I was scrolling through my drafts for inspo and found this masterpiece.

I’ve never seen the post this oneshot was inspired off of in person, but I’ve seen screenshots, so it’s based off of this

Hope you know I was laughing the whole time I was writing this

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"THIS IS THE WORST HYRULE WE'VE BEEN IN!" Wind exclaims, startling everyone out of their thoughts.

They're in a new hyrule, and they know there's a Link somewhere. It's like a fucked up game of hide and seek, or where's Waldo. But the longer you take to seek out Waldo the longer all of your Hyrules are in danger. And the worst part? There isn't a village ANYWHERE!

"Don't be rude, Wind." Time scolds, glaring at the teen.

Legend shakes his head "No, no. He has a point." He looks around "While this place is pretty, we're low on supplies and there's not a village in sight." He points out. Wars nods along to this.

"We're on a path, there's got to be one near." Four speaks up, arms crossed.

Despite this, they continued to walk for hours.

The orange sun has begin to set, casting a shadow on hyrule as the moon begins to rise, but Hylia has apparently taken mercy upon them, because distantly they see what appears to be a village. Many sighs of relief and mummers of thanks to the gods are sent, and the chain has a new pep in their step.

It’s a quaint village, with a nice dirt road and cute little houses, alongside what appears to be some statues in the center of all of it. They agree to start at the center where the statues are, and make their way around gathering supplies and finding an inn- if there even is one, that is.

But as they walk closer to the statues, they begin to take a familiar shape. But soon enough, they see exactly why that is.

"Is that.." Time stares in awe. Jaws are dropped, eyes are bulging, and all sense of frustration from the long journey is swept away by pure bewilderment.

There in the middle of the town stood several statues, nine of them to be exact. Eight of them were shockingly familiar, though the tallest one was a stranger to them, we'll focus on that one after.

There was a statue of each of them. Time, Twilight, Legend, Warriors, Hyrule, Four, and Sky. The details aren't exactly accurate, their faces don't match very well but the clothes are very accurate much to their surprise. They know they've been reduced to fairytales across many time periods, but never have they had statues built for them.

"What. The fuck?" Legend manages to make out.

Time doesn't even censor him. He's far too flabbergasted to even bother.

"That can't be us, can it?" Sky mumbles out, walking up and running a hand along his statue. It's high quality metal, but despite that it shows age. These must have been here for ages.

An elderly lady that sits in a chair not far from the statues watches them, her aged eyes never leaving them. They can understand why, not every day you see a group of such well versed warriors after all.

She watches them carefully, and the group notices. They exchange strange glances but other then that stay relatively in their conversation about what these statues could mean, although they've quieted down.

Then, the old lady gasps, and she shakily runs as quickly as she can up to the chain.

"You are the hero's of old!" She cries out, and Sky sputters. "I- well, uh- maybe??” He knows there's no point in trying to hide it when there are literals statues built of them, albeit not completely accurate.

"They have returned to us! What foe have you come to defeat, old great ones!" The elderly lady cries out, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "I have heard tales of you from my mother and grandmother! I never imagined I would have the honors of meeting you, oh great heros!" She exclaims, falling to her knees in front of them.

People begin to gather around, walking out of their houses to see if it really was true. Kids hide behind their parents legs, mothers and fathers weep in joy, people bow their head in respect to them. Meanwhile, most of the chain had never been so uncomfortable in their entire lives.

"Uhm, hi?" Time greets, waving a hand. "You uh, you don't need to bow to us, ma'am." He speaks, helping the elderly lady up off the ground.

"You built STATUES for us?!" Wind exclaims, practically bouncing on his heels. "Hah, wait till I tell Tetra about this!" He smiles, nudging Wars.

News has quickly spread through the village, and people have started running out of their houses offering food and gifts. Apples upon apples, pots upon pots- how did they know they like pots??

"Of course we built statues! How else would we send our thanks to you for your heroism!" A women in the crowd calls out, and several mummers of agreement are heard.

"They must be here to bless us and this land!"

"No, they're here to take our offerings and answer our prayers!"

"They're here to gift us with their wisdom and courage!"

"Perhaps they're here to bless our dearest hero and savior?"

They chain pause at that last bit.

"Dearest hero and savior you say?" Wars hums, before nodding. "Yes, we're here for... the last one. We must meet with the hero of this time." He speaks, looking around at the chain, who nod along to him.

"Yes. That is correct, where is he?" Four asks.

The crowd laughs a little bit, nudging each other and mummering.

"Oh, great old ones! Locating the hero is nearly impossible! He never stays in one place for too long, such is the ways of the hero!" A father calls out, cradling his newborn in his arms.

"I'm sure if you just wait, he will stop by. Our dearest hero is always so smart, he always seems to know exactly when people need his aid!" The elderly women speaks, patting Fours head, who sends the elderly women the harshest glare he can muster.

The father that was speaking just a second ago walks up, and holds his baby out to Sky. "Would you please bless my daughter, oh great and wise hero of Skies? I wish her to prosper in life!" He begs. And just like that, the crowd stirs wildly.

"Wait, please, bless my mother for good health, oh hero of Hyrule!"

"Hero of the Four sword, would you bless my weapons for strength!"

"Oh great hero of Time, please, bless my grandfather with more time on this earth!"

"Hero of the Wind, please come bless my boat!"

"Bless our fighters, strong hero of Wars!"

"Hey! Listen! Please bless my farm for good crops and livestock, hero of Twilight!"

"Hero of Legends! Please bless my son for safe travels, won't you?"

As if things couldn't get and weirder, they just did.

"You want us to... bless you?" Wind mumbles, thoroughly confused.

The chain look between themselves, no one quite sure what to say. What does one say when they're quite literally being worshiped? No amount of monster fighting, god slaying, hyrule saving experience prepared them for this.

"Of course! Why else would you be here?" A young teen calls out.

Time takes this opportunity to get a little closer to their goal. "Well, we're hunting strangely strong monsters that bleed black. You wouldn't happen to know of any of these, would you?"

A man in the crowd calls out "Some monsters have been more bold lately!" And several mummers of agreement are heard.

A women wielding a pitchfork lazily in one hand speaks up next. “I fought one of them monsters just a few days ago, and it bled black! Just like you said!”

“Please, this is why we need your blessings!” A young women cries, and the entire crowd seems to agree.

Sky looks to Time, who looks to Wars who in turn looks to Legend, who turns to Hyrule who nudges Four, who looks at Wind who then turns to Twilight, who shrugs.

“Uhm… I, uh��� Guess we have some time to kill? Might as well?” Sky says, more of a question then a statement. Time looks around, and nods.

“Okay.. Uh, we’ll bless you.” He decides. The crowd cheers, and people run up with babies in hand, shoving them out for the hero’s to take. Wind happily took the strangers babies, he was used to holding little ones after all. He somehow had three babies at once. Time had two. Legend held the infant he had in front of him, not quite sure what to do with it. Four had a toddler, Twilight had… four babies? Are they not concerned about him dropping them? Erm, anyways… Hyrule held one baby, and stared at it all wide eyed as if it was a bomb that would go off at any moment. I mean, that is sort of how babies work. Wars had two toddlers propped up on his shoulders, and one of which had his scarf in its mouth. Wars could do nothing about this. Sky held a six year olds hand, and the six year old stared up at him all wide eyed.

But now came the real question. How exactly do they bless these kids? Wind decided he would be the one to set up how to bless people. He stood out in front of everyone else and made sure they were watching. He simply kissed the babies foreheads, mumbled something under his breath and then walked back up to the babies mother. “Consider your kids blessed!” The mother gratefully takes back the kids with tears in her eyes. “Oh thank you, wise hero of the Winds!”

The rest of the chain looks at each other, and shrugs, deciding to follow in Winds footsteps. Baby forehead after baby forehead was kissed, then they had to move onto the teens, which was pretty awkward considering half of them are teenagers as well. After that, they had to bless weapons, and houses and boats and even animals. In short, a lot of things were kissed that day. And yet, still no sign of the hero of this land.

Thankfully, they were offered a free stay at the inn, but they were still frustrated.

Morning came early the next day. Children played about in the streets, farmers tended to their crops, but most importantly someone stood beside their bedsides. He was a blond teen with nasty scaring on half of his face, he was missing an ear and had long blond hair, he bore a vibrant blue tunic and a cape with a hood. He looks at the chain, then peers out the window to the statues, then back at the chain. And the chain immediately realizes this is the hero they’re looking for. Mainly because the tallest statue look exactly like him.

“You’re Link, right?” Sky sits up. The new hero nods, looking back at the statues again in pure bewilderment.

“And you’re… the hero’s of old?” He clarifies. Wind nods.

“That’s us!” The teen responds.

“Soo…” the new hero starts. “They gave you the worshipping treatment too?”

[purplemang0z]

Ok, I have an AU idea for Ride the Cyclone that I've been thinking about for a bit. So in honor of Rtc day, I'm gonna explain it so I have the motivation to actually draw it.

The Digital Cyclone AU

After the choir's fall fair show, they find out that there's a new virtual rollercoaster for the fair and they all decide to try it out.

But while they're in the machine a fire starts and it begins to burn down as they fall down the rollercoaster in the headset.

Their consciousnesses transfer into the internet and they meet Karnak (He's kinda like Akinator).

Just imagine the rest of the musical happens the same (with altered lyrics and cooler outfits), but Karnak is lying about being able to bring one of them back to life so he can have a little fun with them before his site shuts down.

So their consciousness transfers into the internet and they become internet games based on their lives and personalities.

Ocean's game is called: Ocean's Perfect Town, where she tries to fix the people of the town with some slightly mean criticisms. (She is a bit nicer than in the actual musical because of her character development, but she's still a little bitchy). You win by fixing everyone in the game.

Noel's game is called: Dress with Monique Gibeau, it's a dress up game. It'd probably be similar to dress to impress, but the themes always revolve around Monique's aesthetic. But with catty comments on your outfit. (I've never played dress to impress so I don't know if they already do this)

Mischa has two games: Bad Eggs's Music and Talia's Painting. Bad Eggs's music is a game where you choose different types of dollar bills and the bills create different combos of music. And Talia's Painting is an art game where Mischa asks you to help him paint a picture for his fiance and then mail it to her.

Ricky's game is called: Battle For Zolar. It's a rhythm game/online dancing game. It's basically a bunch of dance battles with slightly sexual innuendos but enough so that they go over kids heads. xDD

Constance's game is called: Constance's Candy Shop. It's basically a cooking game. You make a bunch of candy for people and if you don't do it at the exact correct time you lose. And it also makes you choose the correct comments to say to people. And if you choose the wrong message your customer gives you a bad rating. The more bad ratings the more your health goes down.

Jane Doe's game is called: Find My Head. It's basically an online Where's Waldo game but for Jane Doe's doll head. But the farther you get in the game, the more the doll starts looking like Penny.

The twist is that at the end of all these games the characters get more deformed/try to ask you to let you out of the games. Kinda like a horror ARG/ like Lacey Games.

I feel like they would say their catch phrases and bits and they would mention the cyclone incident vaguely in their speaking lines.

I'll update in another post once I get more ideas.

[canisalbus]

So my hiking route today took me through a deer park with, I kid you not, a 50+ herd of albino/leucistic fallow and (not very) red deer… what are the changes lol

Now I’m imagining poor Vasco in this Where’s Waldo situation, once he gets a grip on himself and goes back to find Machete.

(The expressions in Hound Mode btw were delightful!)

Ah, that must've been quite a sight! It's always such a staggering feeling coming across a big herd of any large animals, at least if you ask me. The fact they were all white just adds to the effect.

I hope Vasco would've fetched Machete and showed him the deer as well. I don't think he's encountered many other albinistic animals, at least in canon. He might've been impressed.

[whenthedeeppurplefalls]

Headcanon: Waldo likes to be chased after, but he l also REALLY likes chasing after his own prey. Specifically, the detective.

Imagine the detective getting lead into what he thinks is another clue in the Waldo case, but then finds himself having to escape a maze like area with the Waldo’s waiting around every corner to catch him.. ofc they could catch him at any time, but it’s so much fun to them to let the detective THINK he’s getting away…

[slamminslamminmcgill]

me again! This time I’m requesting sfw gus fring x gender neutral reader? I’m imagining the reader works with walt and jesse and meets gus through them and he takes a liking to them. Again, can be headcanons or a story. Thanks!! ❤️

"Really? He wants us to meet the guy here?"

You were in the passenger seat as Mr. White pulled into the parking lot of Los Pollos Hermanos, and you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. This did not seem like the kind of place to discuss such an important business deal. This was the kind of place you'd go to at 3AM when you're hungover and playing chicken with the toilet.

"Look, I didn't pick the location, alright?" Mr. White replied as he unbuckled his seatbelt, "For once, I'm as clueless as you are."

You rolled your eyes, he always had to find a way to insult you, didn't he?

The two of you walked in, ordered your food, and sat down at a booth. Jesse came in a couple minutes late, and he looked pretty rough. He was shaking, probably spun out. You scooted over in your seat to let him in, and gave him a "You good?" look. Walt just groaned. "You're late," He said bluntly.

Jesse scanned the room anxiously, "We're in the big time now. So where's the kingpin?"

Walt answered, "Your guess is as good as mine."

"Wait, what?" You asked, "do you even know who he is?"

"Were neither of you two listening when Saul went over this?" Walt put his face in his palms and took a deep breath, as if he was praying for the strength to not strangle the both of you. "No, I don't know who he is. So why don't you just shut up and-"

"What about that guy?" You pointed at a clean-cut man with glasses talking to another customer. He was in a button down shirt and tie, suspiciously out of place in an establishment like this.

Mr. White slapped your hand down. "Don't point, you dope! We don't want to draw attention to ourselves."

Jesse chimed in as he looked over his shoulder. "They could be right, though. He doesn't look like he belongs here. 'S kinda a Where's Waldo thing, y'know? Should we ask?"

"No. No, we should not ask." Walt growled, pulling both of your gazes back on him. "I just said we don't want to make a scene. Am I the only one around here who gives a-"

An unfamiliar voice cut him off, "Good afternoon! Is everything to your satisfaction?"

The three of you jumped in your seats, and turned to look at the new party in your conversation. It was that guy you had just pointed out. How the hell did he get over here without any of you noticing? Unless he had teleportation powers, you must've been making a bigger scene than you all thought.

Mr. White opened his mouth, but you were first to speak. "Good, thanks! Hey, uh, we're supposed to meet someone here right about now. Did anyone ask about us?"

The mysterious stranger looked at you curiously, and checked over his shoulder before answering, "No, but..." He leaned in closer to you, his smile suddenly warmer and his voice much softer, "I'm sure whoever you're meeting will be happy to see you."

You started to blush, forgetting where you were, who you were with, and what the context of the situation was. Any confidence you held a moment ago was as fried as the restaurant's famous spice curls. "Th...Thanks..." you stuttered.

The stranger nodded to you and said, "You are most welcome," before he reverted to his original stance and volume to address your partners as well. "Please let me know if you have any questions," were his parting words.

You couldn't take your eyes off him as he walked away. "That's the guy..."

[the-tomcat-disposable]

Waldo has central heterochromia and his eyes are red and purple btw. Imagine him finding out about the detective paying that much attention to his eyes

[midnightcowboy1969]

In the scene in Midnight Cowboy in which Joe has secured his future prospects (is starting to achieve his dream) and returns home with socks, medicine and milk for Rico, and gum for himself, Waldo Salt (screenwriter) said that he meant that Joe's gifts were parting gifts. The socks would keep his feet warm, the meds would heal him and the milk would keep him strong (my interpretation), i.e., gifts to keep Rico alive so Joe can selfishly leave him with a good conscience. Now, that means (to Waldo) that Joe would leave/abandon Rico were Rico healthy (enough). But, would he be able to do that? I think Rico (who suspected something was up when Joe returned with gifts) would be pretty hurt by it (perhaps act up his sickness to make him stay), and Joe would think about Rico a lot while on his own. They still have the unspoken queer bond between them. Perhaps, he'd walk the streets and see Rico in every homeless kid on the street. He's in shop windows. He's in cafe windows. When Joe wakes up in the morning he can hear movement in his new room and coffee being brewed and he says "Am tryna sleep Ratso" but there's nobody there. It's his imagination playing tricks on him. So he's alone. So he'd probably wander the streets again. Aw, shee-it that son of a bitch kid and then he'd find himself wandering where he used to go with Rico, searching for him. Searching searching. He hears commotion up ahead. A street vendor yelling in Italian, Rico's got himslef pickpocketing tomatoes again? And he runs up ahead but it's some other kid. It's some other kid. And he misses his buddy.

[saltdust-crusader]

The thing about how people reacted to the waldo machine thing that really pisses me off is the lack of imagination on the part of the people who are upset. It doesn't just find waldo. If you can teach a machine to find waldo, that means you could theoretically teach it to find anything. You could teach it to find cancer cells. There's so many practical applications for something like this and these people care more about having an excuse to dunk on something they don't like.

[play-rough]

I've been thinking about what kinds of quiet activities the ADA littles would prefer, we know Dazai likes things like Animal Crossing, so he'd probably like other simple games and puzzles, I can see him surrounded by a lot of those kid sea puzzles and 'can you find wally'-esque picture books!

Ranpo doesn't strike me as a very quiet activity player, but I do think he'd like drawing, he'd probably draw his snacks and toys most of the time, but he's probably given Fukuzawa some drawings of the ADA as a birthday and Father's day gift!

Atsushi is the one I see being most into cartoons tho, I think he'd really like to have a quiet time watching cartoons from the 2000s up to the middle 2010s and probably talks to the characters and repeats the things his favorite characters say very quietly. But he'd probably also be just as likely to join Dazai and Ranpo in the other quiet activities (he probably even prefers them at first because he's agraid of calling too much attention and being too much of a problem)

-🍨

I’m so here for all of this, and honestly, I can picture all three of them sitting together and looking through the find it books, but in particular i am thinking of one of my favorite young child books, Richard Scarry’s Best First Book Ever

I’m going to have to try to dig up my copy and take better photos for yall, but there’s parts to read and I can imagine Ranpo reading aloud to Dazai and Atsushi and they have fun looking at all the cute pictures together 🩷🩷 (plus i think Ranpo would not be as engaged with ispy books or where’s Waldo because he would find it immediately (i agree Dazai would enjoy them and would take his sweet little time finding things) but he has fun keeping babyzai and atsushi engaged, i think he would very much still be the big brother even if atsushi regresses a bit older sometimes)

[shannonsketches]

Was writing when I came up with a headcanon question for you. What do you think Ganondorf did when, after conquering Hyrule and eliminating all resistance, he was left with basically nothing to do except wait around for leads on the Triforce (which never came) and just like... basically languish in his victory? What was that like for him, in your opinion?

I'm so sorry for the wait on this one, I started to answer it, second-guessed if I remembered things right, didn't, started again, put it down, and then forgot what I was doing lol

I hc Gan as a bit of a workaholic, so while I definitely do think he touched the castle bricks and really soaked in his This Is Mine Now moment, I like to think after he dominated Castle Town it didn't take him very long to be back to strong-arming the other nations, both in search of Zelda and also just to punish them for not complying with the sacred gems.

In my headcanons I imagine there were three things that never really let him relax at first:

Where the hell did that kid's body go? He had the Ocarina.

Where the hell is the princess? How is Impa hiding her this well?

What the fuck is going on with my brain/body since I got this triforce

1 I think he figured out very quickly, when reports of this boy seemed like he was showing up with impossible knowledge and skill, and knowing he'd had the Ocarina, which prompted him to start working on setting up some long-game traps.

2 I think took him the entire seven years, and it wasn't until Sheik started appearing wherever Link would be that he put that together. He'd heard rumors of a Sheikah running around Hyrule a few years into his search, assumed it was Impa, and sent minions out (and they, of course, would not be returning).

As much fun as the Sheik Manga Lore is, in the game, Ganondorf can feel the Triforce resonating and knew Zelda had a part of it when he found her, so I really enjoy the idea that if he got too close to Sheik, they'd both feel it, and Sheik would have to find an escape route quick before Gan could spot him and start connecting dots. High Stakes Metal Detector Tag.

And 3 is really mostly my hc that Gan dealt with a slow descent into madness while trying to control the power and its influence over him, which I'm sure Twinrova could help with some, but not much.

I think the novelty faded really quickly for him. He won a battle, but his war was bigger than Hyrule's throne, and that war was not yet won. I think he was often terribly bored, because he had no real challenges except for playing a relentless game of Where's Waldo with a highly trained ninja across five different territories, plus whatever expanses of land we don't see in the game.

So tldr I think he probably just bullied the neighbors (gorons, zora, kokiri) a lot for fun, and sometimes hung out in Gerudo Valley to bask in some praise before going to hunt down Impa and Zelda again. And, yknow, generally tried not to lose his mind to the godshard.

[legendofmorons]

hihi!! i noticed requests are open sooo

Wars & reader going on a date around town and the chain getting worried and looking for them please? 👀

and could you make it like. rlly fluffy too?

Absolutely I can! I just imagine Wind and Wild turning this into a where's Waldo situation asdfhjkl

A day to ourselves (Warriors)

Pairing: Warriors x reader

Rating: G

Summary: After getting Warriors to agree to taking a day off with you, you take him to lunch and then to a scenic spot on a trail. Unfortunately, you were out later than planned, so the chain tries to find you as dusk settles. This leads to a nice moment being interrupted by the usual shenanigans.

Warnings:

Other:

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You spent the last week convincing Wars to agree to the date- but by the stars, it's so worth it.

Warriors is holding your hand as he leads you through the market, preparations for the festival this evening well underway. His eyes flit between you and the crowd.

"You're right, (Y/n)." Warriors smiles, "This is nice."

"I told you it'd be good to take a break."

"You're right, as always, my love." Warriors says, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles without ever letting go of your hand.

"You're sweet."

"I try."

"Hey, Wars?"

"Yes?"

You turn to face him fully, stopping.

He stops, too, before urning to face you with a curious look.

"Do you trust me?"

"I do. I thought I'd made that clear."

"I have an idea."

"A date idea? Or an idea that gets us both in trouble?"

You smile, your heart warming at the way he watche syou. He stares at you like you're precious.

"A date idea, Link."

"Mh, okay. By the way, I like hearing you say my name."

"You're a dork, Link."

Warriors just laughs, "I'm sure I am. Come along now, we still need to have lunch."

"You're right."

"I often am." He says with a smile.

You follow his lead to the restaurant he's picked. Sitting down once you've both been shown a table.

He watches you open your menu before following suit. He just has a hard time believing that you actually feel the same. He wants to cherish every moment.

The actual food is of little consequence. After all, you brought him here to relax.

"Oooh, look! They have that salad you've been asking about. " You day with a smile.

"That's a relief." Warriors says.

"I'm glad. You definitely deserve to be spoiled."

"And you don't?"

"I'm not the one pushing myself past my limits all week."

"Hey!"

"I'm not wrong." You say simply.

"You don't have to say it though!"

"I know."

"You're rude."

"Maybe. "

He shakes his head, setting his menu down with a soft smile. Entirely too fond.

He can see a future with you. Which is terrifying. But what is more important is that he wants that future. However you'll give it to him.

The smug smile you gift him just makes him want to kiss your face everywhere until you laugh.

He wants to see you be happy.

"You're thinking loud again." You say, reaching one hand out to rest it atop his.

He sets his free hand on your's. "Just about how much I love you."

"Sap."

"I am. I thought that had been made clear."

"You're so cheesey. I love you, Link."

"And I love you, (Y/n)."

You just beam at him, absolutely thrilled. And very much looking at him like he's ypur sun and stars.

The waiter comes over, gathering your orders and setting down to glasses of water.

Warriors just sips at the water, allowing himself to start genuinely relaxing. His shoulders feel sore, but they're lower than usual, at least.

"Hey, Wars?"

"Yes?"

"You're wearing your walking boots, right?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"What are you planning?" He asks, turning his full attention back to you.

You just give a faux innocent smile, "Nothing big."

"You're going to get us into trouble. Aren't you?"

"I never do that!"

"If you say so, darling."

"You're just making fun of me."

"I am not. I just think that- on occasion- your plans have lead to unexpected trouble."

You give a playful pout. "Name one time!"

"Throwing rocks at a guardian. "Warriors supplies easily.

"Okay so only one plan failed."

"Darling- you tried asking me out only to get us ambushed."

"That wasn't my fault."

"I never said it was. Simply that your plan lead to trouble."

"So? I got great cuddles afterwards and a great boyfriend!"

"That's true. I did get a wonderful partner out of it."

"So my plan was successful. "

"Yes, it really was."

"Good."

You two spend the rest of lunch talking, sharing ideas for further dates. You share stories and jokes.

And it's perfect.

The way you both smile and laugh the whole time is nice. You might still be in the honey moon phase, but if Malon and Time are anything to go by, this can always be the overall feeling of your relationship.

Besides. Warriors is just glad he can finally pay full attention to you.

.......

You're leading Warriors through a hiking trail that's a little overgrown. Thankfully it's still pretty walkable.

Your hand holds his as he trails behind you, making sure you don't get hurt. Bracing you if you slip down a small hill or anything.

The treeline breaks and you give a soft gasp.

Warriors stops beside you, hand still holding yours before he gives the same soft gasp.

"This... This is beautiful. " He says.

Beautiful barley covers it.

There's a stack of medium-sized stones that have a modest waterfall cascading down them.

The water collects in a small stream that flows east towards the forest again. The water is beautiful and clear with little frogs hopping around.

The clearing is a field of tall grass, and to the right is a picnic table that seems a little out of use.

There's a large boulder that's almost flat enough to be a bed for three.

Nature has clearly thrived here.

Birds fly idly over head, crowing their words.

"I thought you might like this." You say, pulling his gaze back to you with little effort. "You said you liked things like this."

"It's like a babbling brook. "He says with soft awe.

"I heard the merchant talking about it. I wanted to bring you out here."

"I love it."

"I'm glad."

"Do you want to cloud gaze?" He asks, motioning to the large boulder.

"I'd love that."

Warriors leads you to the rock, helping you up before he joins you.

You both lay.

Warriors is flat on his back, one hand under his head. The other arm is over your waist, holding you close as you rest your head on his chest.

You lay on your side, knees pulled up.

Warriors' heartbeat is calming, and as you tilt your head to see the clouds, you feel at peace.

Sappily at peace.

It's nice.

"That one looks kind like a rabbit." You say, pointing to a cloud that looks like a deformed chocolate Easter rabbit.

"It kind of does." Warriors agrees, following your arm up to the cloud in question.

"You have a good heartbeat." You say, the exhaustion of near constant travel having done a number on your sleep schedule.

Warriors lets out a genuine and hearty laugh. His chest shaking and vibrating with it.

"Thabk you, darling."

"You're welcome. "

You can feel sleep creeping up on you. But you didn't really want to let it win.

"You can rest your eyes." He says, a knowing tone to his voice.

"But-"

"I'll be right here."

"Okay." You say, the allure of napping on your boyfriend while he holds you winning out.

Besides... he can't do work if you're pinning him down and napping.

This is a great plan.

His heartbeat lulls you into comfort as you let your eyes close. The world narrowed down to yourself and your boyfriend.

You know you'll be safe.

Warriors holds you as you sleep, his arm keeping you close as you dream.

His smile is near constant. He's sure that if anyone could see him they woukd call him a simp.

But he knows what he is.

And he's proud.

Especially when you curl into him as evenings comes and the air chills a little.

When you stretch woth a groan he known you're waking up.

"Hello my dear." Warriors says as he rubs his hand up and down your arm.

"Mh.... Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You needed it."

You push up to your hands, both hands next to the right of his torso. Your hair falls forwards.

"Did you get any rest?"

"Yes, I did. I forget, sometimes, how relaxing it is to just hold you."

"Link..."

"I mean it."

"I know you do."

"I have really enjoyed today." Warriors says warmly.

"I'm so glad." You smile gently, groggy but glad he's here with you and happy.

"You're adorable, my darling. "

"I'm not."

"You really are."

"If I kiss you will you shush?"

"Maybe. Would you like to find out?"

You laugh before moving omen arm to the other side of him.

"Sure. "

You lean down, slow enough not to suprise him. Giving him time to stop you if he wants.

When you press your ips to his he gives a gentle hum of approval, one hand pulling you closer.

You pull away, your chest warm as if you have your own mini sun in it.

"Well?"

"Maybe try again." Warriors suggests easily, a smug smile on his face.

"Maybe I will-"

There's a loud crash before some yells your name.

You groan, dropping your forehead to Warriors' own gently.

"We've been found." You say.

"What were you thinking? It's been hours!" Legend calls sharply.

"I tried to stop them." Hyrule says from further back.

"We need to get to camp." Time says evenly, "And then you can help me figure out where to replace the bomb arrows, Wild."

"Look in my defense-"

"Enough." You call sharply as you sit up onto your knees.

The boys fall silent, looking to you in various emotions.

Warriors sits up, happy to let you take the lead on this. It may be immature- but he does enjoy it when you chide others.

"Why are you all here?"

"You said you'd be back by two! It's nearly nine!" Legend crosses his arm.

"And your solution involves having to replace bomb arrows because?"

"Don't ask." Twilight says with a sigh, "We're just glad you're both safe."

"You all need to leave." You say firmly, "Thank you fir your concern but we are fine."

"It's nearly dark. You should come with us." Time says with a sympathetic look.

"I need five minutes to not loose my mind." You say with a glare, "We'll meet you at camp."

"You heard them." Time says, "They'll meet us there."

Time leads the others away, some more willing than others.

Once they're left your sight you deflate, leaning inti Warriors.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just annoyed. They kinda ruined our moment."

"They did."

"We should head back, Time is right."

"Usually. "

"Can we stay here for a minute first? This is nice, just sitting with you."

"Of course."

[ikiyou]

Well, despite warnings of being 'cancelled' I headed to Shibuya (based on the recommendations of my Japanese coworkers) to check out Halloween. Everything there very crowded but smooth and safe and...not a costume in sight besides 2 Waldos, a clown, and a guy in a bathrobe. Not wanting to stand out, I only low-key dressed as Chuuya - no wig or hat. Glad I did.

So imagine my surprise, at my very own station, boarding to head in, when I find myself right next to a Japanese Chuuya, dressed head to toe, not missing an item. The only person in a full costume. Nobody else anywhere was wearing anything.

I gave him a thumbs up as I got off to transfer...at the wrong station 🤣. I'm so sad, we could have been friends if we'd both been going to Shibuya and I didn't fuck up the transfer.

Now I'll never know. I can only imagine the sole Chuuya, sole real costumer, in that sea of people somewhere in Shibuya.

[masterwords]

adding it all up

Summary: Hotch follows Reid and Jack into a haunted house. Inside he meets a ghost and stumbles right into some unexpected arms.

Pairing: Hotch/Will

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: nightmares, ptsd, minor injuries, panic attack

Notes: I formally submit to you my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Meet Cute/Ugly Challenge with the prompt: Character accidentally gets hurt in a spooky attraction and a scare actor breaks character to help. To the surprise of no one at this point, I took some creative liberties with the prompt. There isn't much to the plot, it's pretty simple and we mostly just have an excuse for kissing. As with everything I've written so far about this pairing, we live in a universe where Will is a DC Metro Detective but he is not nor has he ever been with JJ because we don't have time for that kind of backstory in these little one-shots. Thanks for reading yo! Let's show this incredibly rare pairing some love. (And now I return to writing about hotchgan...I can only stray for so long.)

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“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease dad!”

“I’d rather not,” Hotch said, as if it was going to change the mind of his six year old son. And maybe he didn’t really want to because his argument was pretty flimsy. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go in, or that he didn’t like Halloween. “I don’t like to be scared.” That was a lie and Reid saw the opening, poking a huge hole in it immediately.

“You get scared for a living,” Reid pointed out from behind him and Hotch groaned. He’d been hoping Reid would take his side. “Come on Jack. If your dad is too chicken I’ll take you in. I’m kind of an expert.”

“You are?!”

Reid crouched beside Jack as best he could, favoring his still sore (always sore) knee and leaned as close as he could to the child. His whisper smelled like kettle corn and candied apples and cotton candy, that’s what Jack thought anyway. Reid smelled like a carnival. “I’ve already been through it three times. I bet you could find some people in there you know. Like playing a really big game of Where’s Waldo…”

“Who’s in there?!”

“You’ll have to come in with me and see.”

“Can I dad?!”

Hotch sighed and nodded reluctantly. “I’ll be right behind you.”

“You don’t have to if you’re too scared! You can stay out here! I’ll be tough.”

“I know you will buddy.”

Hotch looked at Reid and then at the doorway. He wasn’t scared, it wasn’t that. He simply didn’t care for jump scares or people being that close to him, close quarters, being vulnerable. Not in control. In the dark. Worse than that, he didn’t want any of that to be witnessed by a man he’d just begun seeing just a couple of weeks prior. Because that would be embarrassing. Big strong FBI Agent can’t handle a clown yelling boo in his face.

He always knew this was a possibility. Jack had never wanted to go into the house of mirrors or the haunted house before, he preferred to stick to roller coasters and prize games when they came to the carnival. He thought he’d be safe, especially this year. They were coming up on one year since Haley died and he thought for sure Jack wouldn’t want a thing to do with fake blood and jump scares but here he was practically dragging Reid through the entrance. Dutifully he followed them in, staying a few steps behind. “See you at the end dad!” At the entrance he was asked to wait. Reid and Jack got shoved in with another group and he was about to be sorted with the next when he asked if he could go through on his own.

“I don’t have a guide for a solo trip,” the young man at the door said. “You good at following directions? There are little green glow in the dark arrows along the ceiling that point you the direction you’re supposed to go. Keep an eye on them and you’ll find your way. Don’t go too fast or too slow. There are little red lights on the walls where there are emergency exits if you get hurt or lost or too scared to finish.” The young man flushed a little as he said the last part, Hotch didn’t look much like the type to get scared of anything but he still had to say it. There was a script and he followed it. He liked his job.

“Got it. Follow the green. Red means emergency exit. Thank you.”

Great. Alone. Jack didn’t even care to walk with him, too enthralled with whatever whispers and promises of adventure Reid was feeding him. He didn’t even turn around to see where Hotch ended up. He moved at a relatively quick clip, barely looking in the direction of the sets or the mini scares. Up ahead he was sure Reid was peeking at all the details, getting the most out of everything and helping Jack do the same. He was barely paying attention to any of it. Occasionally he found himself jumping when a clown popped out with a hatchet. That was natural, his heart thumped a little harder, but he smiled and thanked the volunteer in costume before stepping around the corner into a room that was filled with spider webs and hissing sounds. He’d never been afraid of spiders, in fact as a child he’d found himself collecting them in little mason jars and feeding them for a week or two before releasing them back out into the woods. He batted at a piece of cotton webbing that tickled his ear and frowned, not caring much for that feeling. It was worse than the room full of animated spiders.

The haunted house wasn’t huge but it felt like it lasted forever, twisting and angling and collapsing in on itself until he really did feel dizzy. His senses had been warped by the strange dark shafts and violent twists and hanging bloody sheets behind which shadows lurked.

Was he lost or could it really be this long? He glanced up as if to assure himself that he was going the right direction, and squinting into the dark he was able to make out one small green arrow.

There was only one way to go, really. He could hear Jack’s chirpy little voice up ahead and Reid’s surprise, maybe real or maybe an act, and there were voices not too far behind him but he was otherwise completely alone in the maze. The ceiling ahead dropped until he was hunched over in a sort of soft, undulating tunnel. It was pitch black, with only a foggy red light to guide him from what looked like miles away. Hunching like this hurt his back. Up ahead was a pinprick widening to an opening he had to step through into what looked like a torture chamber with bodies hanging from the walls. He’d seen this in real life, this wasn’t entertainment. This was work. Well researched, too. He recognized bits that had been pulled from crime scene photos, small elements not many would recognize but they made his breath catch in his throat more than once. People’s fascination with serial killers would never cease to worry him.

“I’ll gut you like a fish!” growled a man in a grisly voice from the shadows beside him. Hoarse from saying his line so many times, Hotch knew, but something about it still made him flinch away. There was a strangely familiar quality to it, something ghostly and pale, dry leaves rustling in the chilly October wind. “You should have taken the deal…” the voice whispered in his ear and he froze. His legs wouldn’t move. A flash of muzzle and the smell of gun smoke, steel bright in the dark and then pitch black.

“What?” he asked, ashamed of the fear that welled up in his chest. There was a vague pain where his heart should be noisily thumping but was making not a sound. “What did you say?” (He knew, somewhere deep inside, that the man hadn’t said that. There was some still quiet voice of reason in there, it was just disappearing second by second as fear seeped in.)

No reply. He had to be hearing things. There was no way. (Someone could have read the book. He told Colson what Foyet had said to him. He'd been on pain medication, heavy stuff, when he talked to Roy...he should have said less. He knew it but Roy had been so good to him, he found it hard to hold back.) He squinted into the dark where he stood motionless, breathless and saw a black mask coming toward him, outlined by a sickly white fog. Hovering there, not attached to a body for the longest time, and then around him materialized a hooded sweatshirt. Foyet’s mask. He knew it wasn’t Foyet, he’d seen the autopsy report, Foyet was dead. But the mask still startled him, and when it came closer (the person now muttering their actual lines and not something his frightened mind invented on his behalf) he found that his legs did work. They just didn’t obey his commands. He stepped backward, his heel catching on the curtain separating the two rooms and he managed to pull part of it down on top of himself. The feel of the fabric against his neck sent him into a tailspin and he lunged forward past the man in the Reaper mask (now reaching for him and asking if he was alright) until he stumbled into the next corridor where he narrowly missed stepping on a body on the floor. One of his victims, presumably. Hotch glanced down at her, stabbed repeatedly (do you have any idea how long it takes to stab someone 67 times?, he thought) and felt his blood run cold.

Was this some kind of a sick joke? Did someone know he was coming today? (Someone aside from Will? Will would never…he’d been there that day, that was how they met.) As he stepped around the woman on the ground with her guts strewn all around her, he slipped in the gore and took a header down the small flight of black and white checkered stairs. The sound his body made as it hit the wall was horrifying – he wouldn’t doubt if the people outside waiting in line had heard. He groaned and tried to push up to standing but he knew right away that he was hurt. Or just about ready to pass out. His head swam and he collapsed in a heap. “Dammit,” he mumbled. His chest was tight and there was a pain, a burning and squeezing that ran through his left arm. He couldn’t catch his breath.

“You okay mister?”

He recognized that voice, that molasses drawl he’d been hoping to hear in any way but this. Never this. Slowly he looked up, taking the hand of a werewolf who helped him stand. He was dizzy after hitting his head and his ears were ringing. Most of the time his tinnitus was manageable, background noise, but when he was around loud noises or when he hit his head it made sure he remembered it was with him forever. Now it was screaming so loud he felt like his head might burst.

“Will?”

“Hotch?”

“Yeah,” Hotch replied, slipping back against the wall when the group of people who had been a few turns behind him made their way curiously down the stairs. They looked perplexed, probably wondering at all the commotion a few turns ahead of them. Waiting to see a body on the ground. Will quickly maneuvered them until they were part of the exhibit, pretending to eat Hotch and to his credit, Hotch moaned because...well he really felt like it, his head hurt that bad. Once that group passed, Will lifted his mask and eyed Hotch in the dark. There was only a dim foggy glow from the previous room but even in then he could see that something was wrong.

“Are you hurt?”

“No.” Hotch swayed where he stood and watched as an ominous gray cloud crept in at the edge of his vision. He felt foggy and wrong, his heart had slowed to a syrupy thump in his chest. He thought he might pass out. There had been such an immediate feeling of panic and now his heart felt like it might give out entirely. “Maybe.”

“What happened?”

Before he could answer, another group came around the corner and they slipped back into their role of werewolf devouring a poor innocent man. It wasn’t exactly what Will’s job was supposed to be, he was supposed to jump out from around the next corner howling and chase the passersby to the next room but it beat not doing it all or having undue attention paid to him.

Hotch swallowed hard. Was he really about to admit he’d been frightened in a haunted house? Really truly scared? And now he probably had a concussion to take home as a souvenir once this panic attack left him alone? “I don’t know,” Hotch said quietly, incapable of finding the right words. He couldn’t admit what he saw. Was it real? Had his mind played tricks on him? “The last room got to me.”

“The torture chamber?” Will asked, his hands gripping Hotch’s waist to steady him. “You seen stuff like that a hundred times…I guess the mad scientist was kinda creepy, I just thought he looked like Doc from Back to the Future.”

“Mad Scientist?” Hotch asked, gripping Will’s forearms. “I didn’t see a Mad Scientist.”

“Huh. I coulda sworn today was Mark’s day. He loves that damn wig. Who was in there?”

Hotch swallowed hard. His throat was dry and clicked painfully, and for a split second he questioned not only his hearing but his eyes...had he just made it all up? Before he could answer another group came around the corner and Will pulled his mask back down and once again set to devouring Hotch’s jugular. Hotch was happy just to stand there pretending to be eaten, it beat the hell out of exploring the caverns of his mind. Of wondering what happened. Did he invent it all? It was possible. He’d been having nightmares again as the anniversary crept closer but he thought he had a pretty good handle on them.

“You want me to get you outta here?” Will asked when they had a brief break. “You’re still shakin’ and you're breathing all funny. My shift is over in fifteen minutes, I can meet you out front when I’m done. We can talk then.”

“Jack is with Reid,” Hotch whispered. “Can I stay?” He didn’t think he could walk. One step and he had the distinct impression he’d be face planting. Maybe if he stayed until this silent panic attack passed – this panic attack he was so far not admitting to – it would be okay.

“Yeah. Sure. But I gotta do my job so you think you can help me out?”

“I’ll try.”

Will smiled from beneath the mask and let it fall back over his face, taking Hotch’s hand and leading carefully, slowly down into the hallway. He kept his arm around Hotch’s waist, walking with purpose. “Right here, lay down.”

“Lay down?” He liked the sound of that. His head was swimming and his legs felt like they’d been poured with concrete.

“Down.”

Hotch eased himself down until he was on the oddly soft fake grass, and Will nudged him until his body was flush with the wall painted with a glowing full moon and pitch black trees. It looked like something painted by children. “When people come, I’m gonna pretend to be eating you. Then I get up and chase ‘em down the hallway and come back. You just lay here. Close your eyes. Play dead.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hotch had no complaints about closing his eyes, it instantly made the pounding in his head quiet to a dull throb. Will shifted above him, and he heard the distinct sound of a howl. It was low, gutteral, almost sexy. Hotch shifted where he lay when he felt a heat growing in his belly. This was not the time, but it did settle the racing of his heart, and the ache in his chest. There were footsteps beside him and Will was panting, chasing a family who giggled and squealed at him, and then he was dropping to his knees over Hotch.

He expected the fur from the mask against his neck again, but instead in the blind darkness he felt the soft flush of Will’s lips against his own. The mask bobbed against his nose, obscuring both of their faces as Will drew him into a kiss. He was breathless from running, Hotch’s chest was constricting like his heart was going to give out, and suddenly the world around him erupted in kaleidoscope colors behind the black of his eyelids. He sucked in a deep breath, a wanting breath as Will stood and chased a couple past them. And then a group of teenagers, one of whom kicked the bottom of Hotch’s shoe before Will returned.

Another kiss. And another. Hotch had rolled over enough that he could press his thighs together to stop his body from responding in ways that would be wholly inappropriate in a haunted house. Every kiss brought him back to the surface for air, and slowly the panic in him drained to quiet nothing. He forgot, briefly, about Foyet’s mask. He’d been caught up in the moment, that was all. Just his mind taking the haunted house a little too seriously. The nightmares seeping into reality. The handle he thought he had on them was weaker than he thought.

Fifteen minutes later they emerged into the glaring daylight. Hotch had almost forgotten it was just barely afternoon, the sun was still overhead bathing everything in its warm glow. Will held his mask beneath his arm, the sweat on his brow making the strange mix of facepaint he’d had on beneath clump and smear. His eyes were blackened, his lips gray and lifeless. Reid smiled and nudged Hotch, handing him a paisley print silk handkerchief from his pocket.

“You uh...you’ve got something right….there…” he said, indicating his lips. Hotch glanced at Will’s smudged gray mouth and frowned, realizing what he must look like too. “Did you need CPR?”

“Something like that.”

“See ya LaMontagne!” an officer yelled as he exited the haunted house, his black hoodie tied around his waist and a mask dangling from his arm. Will glanced at the mask, and then at Hotch, and then back at the mask. He doubted it was intentional, at least not aimed at Hotch. How could it be? Probably just a practical joke, trying to get the best out of a local legend. Still, he was angry and embarrassed. This was one of his guys. Not a great look.

He didn’t even need to say it and Hotch wouldn't want to hear it. Likely he would argue on behalf of the officer, make an excuse for his poor judgment and lack of taste, and maybe he'd be right too but Will didn't want to listen. Roy Colson's new book about the Reaper's last stand was studded with Hotch's own memories, a gift to his friend for keeping his promise during the initial investigation, and the entire squad was in the process of reading it. They knew, they all knew. He couldn't believe one of them would think this was appropriate. Hotch turned away and wiped the grease paint off of his lips while Reid followed Will’s gaze at the officer and the mask. “Is that…”

“Yeah,” Will grunted. “I’ll handle it.” The guy was going to be seeing a lot of paperwork and grunt security jobs in the near future.

“Who wants a funnel cake?” Will asked, changing the subject abruptly.

“I do!” Jack had never turned down an offer of sweets in his life, and even Hotch could hardly say no to an offer of deep fried batter covered in powdered sugar.

“Well lets go find some grub then!”

[beatlelover25]

I am making a children’s book that’s Beatles inspired. Here’s the front cover and the back cover so far. I’m still working on the rest of the book. So in my mind, Sgt. Pepper is literally a pepper shaker, but he could look like whatever you want him to be.

Story Plot Idea: So the story is going to be about Sgt. Pepper and his friends, Waldo the Walrus, Sammy the Strawberry and Otto the Octopus come up with a club for children who are lonely. The gang puts invites in as many mailboxes as they can find. But, the invite looks like a blank piece of paper to the adults, but the words on the invite magically appear to the children.

The Magical Mystery Tour Bus picks up the children while the parents go do their errands The bus is fueled by singing songs and thinking positive vibes.

The children make it to the club and Sgt. Pepper and his friends teach them all about being a hippie by using their imagination and just being a wild child as long as they can while they’re still young.

The children make it back home without the parents realizing they were gone.

This book is just a wild imagination that I came up with. I make children’s books for fun only. I have a friend that likes reading my children’s books, so I will probably share it with her.

I wish I could show Ringo and Paul if they were my friends. I wonder what they would think about it. I wonder what George and John would think if they were still here with us.