#i wanna give these kids hugs and animal crackers

[docterzerocare]

Doc the Fnaf kids make me go AOHTUF4HJCHJ

because like. technically we know next to nothing about them canonically, just that Charlie was kind and willing to help others, that Afton apparently fucked up so bad in whatever he did to Cassidy that they're not just a vengeful spirit but that they Literally Created A Personalized Hell For Him That They're Tormenting Him In For, Likely, Eternity, and that Susie had a dog that she loved.

but i wanna talk about Cassidy.

so like. Cassidy's nonbinary to me. but they're forced to look feminine-ish because. 1980's.

the personality i gave to them is that they're a bit sarcastic, moody and a bit aggressive (They're A Queer Preteen In The Fucking 80's Who's Bullied Practically For That Alone I'd Say They Deserve To Be A Bit Pissed), but ultimately mean well and would literally kill for their loved ones. death only ramps that anger up to a twenty five, and they become much more aggressive and violent.

they used to babysit Adrian, William's youngest son (my version of the Crying Child), and are the one who made him his Fredbear Plush

they have a crush on Charlie, one of the first and only people who were kind to them after they came out (aside from the other Missing Kids, Afton Kids, Henry, and Sammy, of course). Charlie reciprocated the crush (as much as one could in, again, The Fucking 80's), and the two of them were close as could be.

and then Charlie died. Cassidy swore that day that they would find whoever did it and fucking kill them. (*Afton Sweats Nervously*)

as their friends got slowly picked off one by one, Cassidy got angrier and more protective over Mike, one of the few people they had left.

and they died protecting him, dying in one of the most painful ways possible, their body discarded in a lake like it was nothing but trash.

their friends, along with their crush, were murdered by a man the two of them trusted.

of course they're fucking angry.

and when they finally corner him, and he makes the fatal mistake of thinking that his old tricks will save him, they watch as the springlocks snap right back into place.

Fritz covers Susie's eyes and turns to look at the wall; she's only six, after all, she shouldn't be seeing this. Gabriel and Jeremy both look at the floor, not wanting to see it either. even out in the hall, Charlie has Adrian's ears covered. the kid might have complicated feelings on his dad, but...it's still his dad.

Cassidy, however, looks the man straight in his eyes. they know exactly what he's feeling right now.

it's the very same pain he put them through over a decade ago, after all.

even as the others start fading away, Cassidy lingers behind, watching as Afton writhes in agony on the ground. they just smirk at him, and fade away like the others.

but they aren't free yet. no, that's not for another couple of decades, at least.

(tl;dr Cassidy my beloved <3 they went through so much shit istg-)

Oughghhh omg /pos

them <3

[totravelasfriends7433]

Incorrect Quotes

Valkyrie: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess? Melissa: Your life? Valkyrie: I- well yes, but-

Valkyrie: I'm hot, I���m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.

Murderer: Any last words? Valkyrie: Do you think I'm cute? Be honest.

Melissa: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO- Valkyrie: It was me… Melissa: …Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Valkyrie: I am the most responsible person in the group. Melissa: …You just set the kitchen on fire. Valkyrie: Yes, and I take full responsibility for that.

Fletcher: Cronch. Fletcher: You hear that? That's the sound of me eating sticks. Melissa: No, don’t— Fletcher: Too late.

Fletcher: I love you. Valkyrie: I love me too.

Fletcher: Big day today, Valkyrie. holds up two shirts Mustard stain or ketchup stain? Valkyrie: Mustard– looks less like blood.

Valkyrie: I hope no one lowkey hates me. Valkyrie: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. Valkyrie: Go big or go home.

Fletcher: ATTENTION: I HAVE BREACHED CONTAINMENT. Fletcher: DO NOT PANIC, I AM SIMPLY GETTING A SNACK.

Valkyrie: Ask me anything. Go ahead, I'll give you a straight answer. Fletcher: Why are we so fucking awesome? Valkyrie: That's the best fucking question anybody's ever asked.

Fletcher: Hugs Valkyrie from behind Fletcher: Tucks Valkyrie's hair behind their ear Fletcher, whispering: Eat all the frosted animal crackers again and they'll never find your body.

Tsu: Do you support gay rights? Shinsou: I’m literally gay. Valkyrie: He's avoiding the question!

Valkyrie, to Shinsou: You're starting to forget your Spanish. You don't practice. Shinsou: Lo siento. Estoy embarazada. Valkyrie: You just told me you're pregnant. Tsu: Congratulations Shinsou, you're glowing!

Valkyrie: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT! Tsu: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone. Valkyrie: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch? Tsu: Somehow that's worse.

Valkyrie: I have to say, I'm a little embarrassed for you. Shinsou: This is a sports-related injury. It makes me look cool! Valkyrie: Tripping over a basketball on your way to the bathroom is not cool!

Tsu: Shinsou, Valkyrie, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing? Shinsou, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that Valkyrie is sitting atop: Oh nothing much. Valkyrie: I love you too :)

Shinsou: I wanna sleep for 40 hours. Valkyrie: You know that's called a coma, right? Shinsou: Shinsou: That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now.

Tsu: Isn’t it weird how we pay money to see other people? Shinsou: You mean movies? Valkyrie: Concerts? Momo: Prostitutes? Tsu: Wha…N-no, I mean glasses, what the fuck-

Valkyrie, dramatically: They called me a fool. Momo, sick of Valkyrie's shit: They weren’t wrong.

Valkyrie: falls down the stairs Momo: Are you okay? Tsu: Stop falling down the stairs! Midoriya: How’d the ground taste?

Valkyrie: I do two things and two things only. I devastate sorry motherfuckers, and get shit done as an awesome leader.

Shinsou: Eat shit and die, Midoriya!!! Midoriya: Eat shit and live, Shinsou.

Midoriya: Remember everyone, violence is never the answer. Valkyrie: You're right, Midoriya.. Violence can't be the answer. Midoriya: Correct, Valkyrie. Now, on to the next lesso- Valkyrie: Violence is the question. Valkyrie: And the answer is yes! Midoriya: Valkyrie, no!!

Hatsume: If there’s one thing I learned from Midoriya, it’s to set people’s expectations real low, so you end up surprising them by practically doing nothing at all.

Store Worker: Would a “Valkyrie” please come to the front desk? Valkyrie, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem? Store Worker, pointing to Midoriya and Hatsume: I believe they belong to you? Midoriya and Hatsume, simultaneously: We got lost. Valkyrie: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me—

Shinsou: What do I get? Valkyrie: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death. Shinsou: Ooh, check, check, and check; not sure about that last one. Valkyrie: It won't be you. Shinsou: I'll get my coat.

Shinsou: walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone Fletcher: Hey, Shinsou, how was your day? Shinsou: picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Fletcher Hell. Momo, watching this unfold: whispers Who hurt you?

Midoriya, bleeding out on the ground: Blood loss? No, I know exactly where it is.

Tsu: Hatsume noticed only today that they can label their email inboxes, but they took apart their entire bloody laptop two weeks ago. Momo: This reminds me of the Hatsume who couldn’t turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi. Tsu: I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Hatsume.

Valkyrie: Is this about me? Fletcher: No. Valkyrie: Then I've lost interest.

[rhodesrider]

comfort with rhea x little!fem reader please? in need of some of that rn🥲

Finding Out

Rhea R. x Little! Fem! Reader

SFW 18+! Minors DNI!

Warning: Fluff, Age regression, slight panic attack

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Y/N closed the door behind her and sighed in relief. Finally she was off work. Her brain felt so fuzzy. She sat on the bedroom floor getting her phone about to text her girlfriend Rhea but she just looked at the screen.

She was slipping and didn’t know it.

Y/N felt sticky and gross. She went to the bathroom to shower. After she got out she dried herself off and she got an a big shirt and underwear. She started to bite on her fingers and went to look for her pacifier. She found a clean one covered in her drawer and put on Bluey getting her stuffed elephant and laying down. She felt safe now, like a breath of fresh air. But soon the little realized that she was hungry. She got off the bed and went out the room to get some snacks and put some apple juice in her sippy cup. She was humming the theme song blaring in the main room just carefree. She made sure that the cup was closed and grabbed some grapes and some crackers.

Rhea sighed pulling up coming home, she smiled seeing her girlfriends car. “Good she’s home safe. I can just chill with her.” She just got back from a whole day of rehearsals and practice with the rest of the roster getting ready for the next PPV. She walked in her house dropping her backs closing the door locking it. “Baby I’m home!” She heard rustling and the door slamming and locking. Rhea soon got worried and went to the back of the home but stopped at the kitchen. There was the apple juice and fruit just open. “Baby?” She got to the master bedroom and knocked on the door. “Baby what are you doing? Are you ok?” She heard the tv shut off next and rolled her eyes getting the door key and getting it unlocked quick. “Y/N?”

Y/N was hiding in the bathroom shaking not knowing what to do. Rhea has never seen her like this. And she’s terrified of what she could say if she found out about how she copes. She tried to get up from the floor of the bathroom quietly but a bottle of soap fell down alerting Rhea. She knocked on the door. “Y/N what is wrong with you?” She asked very worried about her girl. Rhea looked at the bed seeing coloring books and her small mason jar like bottle full of juice. She turned the tv back on seeing that Bluey a kids show was the recent thing she was watching. “Baby I really wanna see you right now…” Y/N sighed and she got up going to the door and peeking out seeing Rhea looking dead at her. “Baby are you ok?” Y/N opened the door nodding and rubbing her arm. She was nervous. “No your not, come here please.” Rhea sighed and Y/N grew more and more nervous. “No please..” Y/N soon had tears fall and started to sob breaking down. “Hey hey princess it’s ok…” Rhea got closer slowly and opened her arms offering a hug. Y/N got in the hug shaking. “Now what’s going on baby?”

Y/N explained her regression, what she does it for, why is it important, when she does it and why she kept it from Rhea. After that Y/N feel into a deep non-verbal state. “Hey, if you want, we can watch Bluey together..” she smiles and picked up a coloring book. “Hey you made this?” Y/N nodded some. “Baby you did an amazing job.” Rhea smiles examining the sheet. “Can I put it on the fridge?” Y/N nodded actually a bit happy but she was still unsure, last people weren't having it with her little space. “Hey, you know you never have to be nervous around me. Or keep anything from me. I love you and if it helps you I support it. As long as it doesn't harm you.” Rhea smiled. She unpaused bluely and lifted Y/N up back on the bed giving her the stuffed animal and she hugged it close smiling. Rhea smiled and she went to get ready for her shower. “I'll be back sweetie.” Y/N nodded and she started watching tv again.

Rhea spent the night learning about her girlfriend. But from a different prospect. When she's little she loves pink and flowers and chocolate. When she's regular she hates the sight of pink, likes dark chocolate and roses. It was different and honest easy to keep up with. Y/N started to get sleepy and lay on Rhea. “Sweetie you tired?” she whispered and wanted to lay her in bed, but Y/N started to whine and hold on to her. “Mama...” she sniffles. “Ok ok don't worry baby.” she smiled and started to rock her some playing with her hair. “I got you.” Y/N didn't take long and started to fall asleep. Rhea smiled and kissed her forehead. Rhea whispered low as she turned the down the tv holding her close.

“I'll do anything for you baby girl.”

[tsabhira05]

Incorrect Quote Generator

(Alnith is my Tav- female outlander wood elf moon druid... who preferred wildshaping into a polar bear until owlbear became an option... yes she romanced Halsin (and Gale, thank you mods!) who I did not know existed when I created her)

Wyll, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? Minsc: Yeah, sure. A few minutes later Minsc: Here you go. Wyll: Minsc: Halsin: Why am I here?

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Alnith: I love you. Gale: How many people have you said that to? Alnith: Everyone. Gale: What? Alnith: I told everyone that I love you.

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the Squad cleaning up Wyll: Pick up the nearest piece of trash and throw it away. Karlach, to Astarion: Aight, which bin do you wanna go in—

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Gale: You know I think my life has value. Wyll: Who are you and what have you done with Gale?!

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Halsin, texting group chat: What flavour of ice cream do you guys want? I’m at the store so be quick! Minsc: Moose Tracks is good! Astarion: What the fuck is that!? Minsc: Gasp How dare you insult moo- Astarion: No. No no not that. What the hell. Why do you spell flavor like flavour. It’s like you have flavor but then this guy shows up and is like “Oui Oui Would you like chocolate flaVOUR or vanilla flaVOUR. Halsin and Minsc: what? Astarion: I don’t get it why add the EXTRA u when it’s PERFECTLY FINE AS IT IS!? Halsin: You done now? Astarion: Yeah ok. Halsin and Minsc: … Astarion: …Can I have the Mint Chocolate chip flavour?

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Astarion: ARE YOU- Alnith: Fucking. Astarion: KIDDING ME?! YOU- Alnith: Fucking. Astarion: IDIOT! Halsin: …What was that? Alnith: Gale banned Astarion from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

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Dammon: What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched? Astarion: IT. Karlach: Annabelle. Shadowheart: Paranormal Activity. Halsin: High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the words.

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Astarion: Oh no! I’m doomed! Gale: Seriously? All you have to do is not insult Alnith at their own memorial service. Astarion: Exactly! It’s impossible!

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Alnith: Hey Dammon, I’ve got an idea for how to solve this. Dammon, pulling out a shotgun: Yeah? Alnith: Wh- No! That’s not the idea, Dammon!

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Alnith: Make her pussy wet not her eyes. Minsc: Make his dick hard not his life. Halsin: Break her bed not her heart. Astarion: Play with her boobs not her feelings. Shadowheart: Get on his dick not his nerves. Gale: Always salt your pasta while boiling it.

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Jaheira, looking at the squad: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

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Alnith: I once went on holiday and pretended to be twins. It was amazing fun. I invented this mad, glamorous sibling and went around really annoying everybody. And d'you know, I could get away with anything when I was my crazy twin Alnith. Minsc: But you're Alnith. Alnith: Kinda stuck. It’s a long story.

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Jaheira: Why shouldn't you put a toaster in a bathtub full of water? Karlach: Because your toast would get soggy!

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Alnith: Hugs Astarion from behind Alnith: Tucks Astarion's hair behind their ear Alnith, whispering: Eat all the frosted animal crackers again and they'll never find your body.

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Alnith: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- Gale: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ Alnith: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Halsin, recording: This is so cute.

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Dammon: Are you drunk? Gale: Only on the spirit of Christmas! Wyll: And the spirit of whisky.

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Alnith: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Halsin? Halsin: …Not really. Alnith: Nothing? Halsin: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.

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Minsc: Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Astarion… Gale: As you should be. Minsc: No, for real, they're kind of- Gale: As. You. Should. Be.

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Karlach: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon. Jaheira: Spear. Karlach: BLOCKED.

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Wyll: It doesn’t have a bone. Minsc: Then why is it called a boner?

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Karlach: This is a judgement free zone. Pulls out a knife the size of their forearm Karlach: And I mean it.

[fnaf-pluto]

Can I request a Platonic sunny x child reader. Where apparently there’s a bad parent being mean to him so the reader does a “little” revenge on the parent?

Just Pranks!

Pairing:ALL PAIRINGS ARE PLATONIC Sun x Child! Reader. Moon x Child! Reader

Pronouns: They/Them for Reader. He/They for Sun and Moon

Summary: You spend time in the daycare with your fav animatronic, but someone starts to be mean to them.

TW: A Parent yells at Sun.

Notes: Thanks for the request, and to all the people that followed me, ily all/p <3. Requests are open! Please read the rules first :)

Wordcount: 1,297

The melodious rings of childish laughter rung all throughout the daycare. Sun was playing a round of tag with everyone! You rushed into a play structure, safely watching from one of the lookout windows inside. The jingle of Sun’s bells grew further as he chased a kid.

You let out a sigh of relief as you cautiously crawled out onto the padded floor. You looked left, and right, making sure the coast was clear. Failing to notice the concerning lack of jingling, a pair of arms wrapped around you and they swooped you up.

Swoosh!

Air rushed past your face as Sun lightly threw you into the air,” Tag you’re it Friend!” Laughing in joy as you got thrown into the air, they set you down. Sun ran away from you as you started to now chase the other children.

The game had now come to an end, every child exhausted, happily chattered as it was now snack time. Picking at the animal crackers Sun had laid for you, your eyes swept the room. The setting being familiar due to being here countless times. Finishing your crackers up quickly, you rushed over to Sun, not having much one-on-one time with him yet.

“Sunny!” You rushed over to them, arms outstretched. He met you gladly, swooping you up so that he now carried you. You gladly relaxed into the artificial warmth, head resting on their chest. “Hello there Sunbug what’s up with you hm?”

“I missed you!” You exclaimed, taking your head off of his chest to look into his eyes. Sun shook his head as they chuckled, booping your noise,” But Sunbug you’ve seen me all day!” You shook your head,” Nope! That’s different, I haven’t been able to just be with you!”

They shook their head laughing,” Since you miss me sooo much Sunbug, let’s do something before the other children finish okay?” You nodded excitedly, “Can we draw pleaseeee Sunnyy!”

They nodded,” Of course we can!” He set you down in a chair and sat across from you. You happily picked up a blank piece of paper, knowing exactly what to draw. Sunny curiously attempted to glance at your drawing, you shook your head and screamed slightly,”No! It’s not done yet!” He nodded in understanding,” Oh I’m sorry Sunbug! I can’t wait to see it.” You blushed, even more excited to show off your drawing.

Your masterpiece was finally done, and you were ready to show it off! Sunny, caught up in their own drawing, noticed you tug at the ribbons on his wrist. “Hm? What is it Sunbug?” You shyly slid the paper over to him.

Their faceplate whirled slightly as they observed the drawing. It was a cute drawing of him holding your hand, and in messy handwriting, ‘Best robot in the world!’ scrawled along the top. He chuckled happily,” Oh Sunbug this is delightful! You did a very good job!” You sunk in your seat at the praise, cheeks warming, as a smile broke out on your face.

Sun folded it and tucked it into their pocket for safe keeping. “Snacktime’s over Sunbug do you wanna help me clean?” He chuckled as you shook your head no, giving you one quick hug, he walked over to the table of kids.

“Alright friends! Let’s clean this mess up together okay?” Happy with the nods he received, they collected the cups along the table and smiled at the kids throwing away the plates. However, the ever approaching nap-time was something Sun was starting to get wary of.

Sun hoped Moon wouldn’t do anything drastic, well he had been calmer recently, they can thank their Sunbug for that. Getting the naptime mats ready, he gestured for all the children to lay down and get ready for story-time. It was a good distraction for the approaching light shut off.

Sun noticed you staring and he waved, sitting down criss-cross in the middle of the mats, storytelling began. Every child that fell asleep caused more and more tension to leave his body, then the lights shut off.

Attempting to muffle their sounds of pain and panic, they seized and fell over. Soon Sun shifted to the Moon and their red lights sweeped over the kids to make sure they were all sleeping. Their eyes snapped to you, crawling over the sleeping children, they stopped at you. “Naughty! Naughty!”

You pouted,” Shhh you're gonna wake up everyone else!” They got closer to your face,” Your supposed to be sleeping Moonlight!” You pouted,” But Moooon I missedd you.” You let some of your words drag out as you whined.

They huffed as they picked you up,” You better fall asleep soon Moonlight.” You snuggled into his chest,” Mhm! I will now.” He shook his head as you started to drift off, comforted by the presence that embraced you.

You blearily woke up to Sun shifting as the lights came back on, music flooding your ears. He shielded your eyes from the lights as you got adjusted to them, they held you as the others started to wake up. “ Alright Sunbug, go play with the others! I gotta put all this away.”

You were playing with some kid called Jeremiah as the usual pick-up time neared, kids filtered out of the room, and you overheard a certain conversation.

“Seriously! For a robot I’d think that you would do your job right! This is unacceptable!” Sun wrung their hands,” Ma’am I didn’t do anything wrong! I followed all the rules you set for Marie, I didn’t let her eat anything but the snacks you packed during snack time!”

You squinted your eyes as you glared,” That lady is so rude! Sunny doesn’t deserve to be treated like that!” You thought to yourself. You glanced around the room, trying to think of anything you could do to help. Then you spotted it, the arts and crafts table.

Rushing over, you picked up one of the cups that had a little bit of paint water in it. Grabbing a bottle of glitter glue, you squeezed it as hard as you could!

Pop! Sploosh

The top fell off into the water glue mix as more glue dumped out into the cup. You grinned, this was perfect! Stirring it, you looked around for more things to add to your disastrous mix, a pack of different sized googly eyed sat in the middle of the table. You poured it in widely, excitedly stirring.

This was perfect! You looked at the pink glittery abomination you had stored in the cup. Running over to Sunny, you came from behind, rushing up. “Are you stupid or some-” Her tangent finally got cut off. As you just so happened to “trip” with the mixture in your hands.

Splat!

Her shrill shriek is what you heard first. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?! YOU KNOW WHAT I’M OUT OF HERE, YOU JUST LOST A VALUED CUSTOMER.” Glue drenched her from head to toe, and she stomped out with her kid behind her. You blew a raspberry at her back as she was leaving.

The daycare was now empty. “Oh Sunbug! You tripped, are you okay?” You nodded, beaming at him,” Sunny are you okay that lady was really mean! I’m glad I got her to leave you alone!.” Sun gasped,” Oh Sunbug you did that on purpose!” You sensed that if he had the ability to frown, they would be.

“But she was being mean! You don’t deserve that Sunny, you’re the best!” Their non-existent heart warmed,” Sunbug you let me handle these things next time okay? Thank you for helping me but no one deserves to get glue spilt on them okay.”

You shyly nodded,” Okay Sunny I’m sorry…” They chuckled,” My little warrior hm? Let’s get this spill cleaned up.”

[thiswasinevitableid]

for monster march, ghost + indruck + nsfw?

Here you go! I borrowed some ideas we’ve tossed around on the Discord

A sketchbook, new pens, a Hershey bar, and a bag of jumbo marshmallows. A small but lively fire. And a new, huge, fuzzy sleeping bag waiting for him in the tent. 

Not a bad camping set up for a city-boy art goth (as Barclay likes to call him).

Indrid sticks another marshmallow on the fork, roasting it until it’s deep brown, the smell of burning sugar curling through the air and settling in his hair. He’s never liked Graham Crackers, so he jams a square of chocolate into the molten center of the marshmallow and shoves the entire thing into his mouth. 

Kepler is small. Barclay hadn’t been kidding about that. He’d also been right that one of the two tattoo shops in town was willing to hire Indrid after looking through photos of his work and confirming he completed his apprenticeship. 

He’s been living in the Eastwoods campground in the Monongahela National Forest while he apartment hunts, and the tattoos he’s done so far netted him enough cash to buy his luxurious new sleeping bag. He might be waiting on a place for some time, so he may as well camp in style. 

Three “s’mores” later, the moon is up and the night is chilly enough that he wants his sweatshirt. Ducking into the tent, he can’t find it on his pillow, where he swears he left it this morning. Maybe he accidentally buried it getting dressed.

A splashhiss interrupts his rummaging. Scrambling from the tent, he discovers his fire is now a pile of soaked ashes and logs being angrily stirred by a thick piece of kindling. 

“Excuse me, but what the fuck?”

A man in a ranger uniform appears, the stick falling through his hand as he gives Indrid a disapproving stare. 

“Look here, I know you’re new here, maybe to campin entirely. But you can’t just leave a fire burnin when you go to bed.” He doesn’t sound mad, more like he’s a disappointed big brother scolding his sibling. 

“I wasn’t-”

“And all this” he gestures to the food on the table, “has gotta go in the bear box. Black bears are real good foragers and we don’t want ‘em comin’ into camp and gettin to comfy around humans.”

“Of course, but-”

“You didn’t take any food into the tent, right? Wouldn’t want somethin to decide to join you ‘cause it smelled a snack.”

Indrid pinches the bridge of his nose, “I am aware of all of these rules, and plan to follow them. Once I actually go to bed instead of ducking into the tent for my sweater. But since my evening appears to be over…” he grabs the marshmallows, roasting fork, and chocolate, carries them to the bear box, and slams it closed. 

When he whirls back around, the ghost is still there, chagrined. 

“Uh, sorry. I kinda jumpy about people leavin fires alone.” In the lantern light, his smile is as charming as his drawl. His stocky, bearish shape and unassumingly handsome face command Indrid’s focus, which is why his revelation comes so quickly. 

“You...there’s a statue of you at the visitor center. Which makes you, ah, damn it what was the name-”

“Duck. Duck Newton. They put my legal name on there, even though Juno tried to stop ‘em. But my name’s Duck.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Duck. I’m Indrid.”

“Nice to meet you too. Uh, sorry for ruinin your campfire, looks like you were havin a nice time.”

“It’s alright. I suppose I’m grateful there’s someone haunting the campsites to keep them in order.”

“You’re takin me bein’ a ghost surprisingly well.”

“I’ve always been interested in strange things, to the point that I earned the nickname ‘mothman’ in high school.”

“Huh” Duck watches him a moment, then shrugs, “well, guess I better be goin’. Have a nice night, mothman.”

With that, he’s gone.

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“Hello again.” Indrid says as the campfire smoke curls around a human form, “Doing your rounds?”

“More or less. I like my job, and ain’t about to give it up just because I beefed it and turned into a ghost.” A creak as Duck joins him on the picnic bench. When he materializes, he floats slightly above the worn wood, watching Indrid draw. 

“That’s incredible, it’s so realistic it’s like you pressed the leaves into the pages instead of colored them.”

“Thank you.” adds depth to the leaf, “you know, I looked at the statue again today. It hardly does you justice.”

From this close, he can see a blush spread up semi-opaque cheeks. Then he starts fading.

“Oh, ah, I’m sorry. I was aiming for a benign compliment, not to make you uncomfortable.”

“S’alright, just surprised me. Not many folks wanna flirt with a dead guy.”

“I’m more interested in what the ‘dead guy’ wants.” Indrid smiles, hoping to convey he would submit to spectral touches as readily as he’d keep talking. 

Duck floats closer, “Kinda curious about your other drawin’s.”

Indrid turns the sketchbook back to the beginning, “they’re half portfolio and half travelogue. Here” he holds up a fade, detached piece of paper,  covered by an Morpho Butterfly that looks ready to fly away, “this is the first tattoo I ever designed.”

“Damn. Guessin’ that means you did this one” he touches the Rosy Maple Moth on Indrid’s forearm (or tries to). It’s chilly, but not in the way Indrid feared. More like taking a cool shower on a sweltering day.

“I did. Here, it gave me an idea for my first series of flash tattoos…”

They go over the illustrations page by page. Slowly, Indrid weaves in questions to Duck who, instead of recoiling from discussion of his mortal life, tells him rambling stories about the woods and which places serve the best food in town. 

The conversation doesn’t end until the fire goes out on it’s own, Duck standing automatically, grabbing a water bottle, swearing, and then disappearing so he can pick the bottle up. 

“Do you think that’s part of why you’re still here? Some unfinished business having to do with the woods?”

“Nah.” The water bottle thunks back on the table as Duck reappears, “I tried to live a normal life, improve the world the way I knew how, make some kind of difference to this town. Then I had to go play the goddamn hero.”

“I would say saving two dozen people from a forest fire makes a considerable difference in the world.”

A sad huff of a laugh, “Yeah, guess you’re right. Just...I meant to do somethin’ with my life, not my death, even if it was a small somethin’, and the closest thing I got to unfinished business is a model ship.”

“I...what?”

“It was four-masted and everything! I had Leo order it in special and everything and then I never, I never got to-”  He tilts his head up, sniffs once, “never mind. I better let you get to sleep.”

By the time Indrid calls “goodnight,” the ghost is gone. 

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“Please tell me you’re gettin a place soon so you stop eatin everythin outta a can?” Leo bags the last of groceries.

“No such luck. Ah well, there are worse things than canned soup and Pop-Tarts.”

“At least let Barclay feed you, half the point of havin a friend who can cook is to let ‘em do it for you. You need stamps or anything?”

“N-” A box behind the counter catches his eye. It’s at an odd angle, as if whoever put it there is hoping no one will see it. Indrid can just make out an illustration of a four-masted ship.

“Is that for sale?”

Leo looks where he’s pointing, and for a moment something in his gruff affability wavers. Then he nods, “Yeah, suppose it is.”

“Can you ring it up for me?” Indrid nearly bounces on his toes when Leo sets the box on the counter and confirms his hunch. 

The older man sets a gentle hand on the cardboard, sliding it across to Indrid, “Don’t worry about that, kid. It’s yours.”

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“Duck?” Indrid turns in a circle by the picnic table, “Duck, I have something for you!”

He saw the ranger briefly last night, but he didn’t hang around. Gingerly, he sets the box on the table, tearing off a piece of sketch paper to write a note in case the ghost stops by while he’s asleep. 

“Holy fuck.” Duck floats across the table from him, “‘Drid, where did, how did--why?”

“Leo still had it. As for why I, ah, it seemed like you still wanted it. If you can douse a fire and over my camp stove, I figure you can build a model ship.”

Duck disappears and Indrid’s heart sinks; that must have been too much. Then he’s squished in an invisible, wonderful bear hug.

“Thanks, ‘Drid.”

From then on, Duck spends every night at his campsite, building the ship while Indrid draws, reads, or talks with him. The model lives in the safest corner of the tent during the day.

“I mean, I’m up durin the day too, but I scared a few folks on accident and I don’t want people avoid the forest because of me.”

Indrid also learns that Duck is stuck within a certain radius of where he died, and that his attempts to talk with Juno when she was in his part of the woods only lead to his friend thinking she was hallucinating and Duck feeling miserable for three solid days. Indrid offers to act as messenger and invite Duck’s friends (many of whom have, by chance and by proximity to Barclay, become his friends) to the campsite to see him. The ranger is quiet for some time after that offer.

“Not yet. Maybe someday, but not yet. I, it ain’t even been a year, ‘Drid. I think a lot of ‘em are still hurtin. And, and maybe this is selfish but...I ain’t ready to deal with them findin’ out I aint fully gone. It’d be so much all at once.”

Indrid doesn’t bring it up again. More than once, when Aubrey tells a story about Duck only for her eyes to sadden halfway through, or when he sees Juno looking at Duck’s statue a little too long, he struggles to keep his promise. 

A cold front blows into town and, since he’s still in the tent, he pops into Kepler Thrift N Find in search of an extra sweatshirt. Tucked in between one reading “Ranchos” and one with a picture of Garfield is a soft, well-loved hoodie with “Monongahela National Forest” on the front. He buys it and wears it home, the fact it’s loose in the arms making it even easier to tuck in his hands when he gets cold. 

He stops by the visitor center out of habit, checking out the new plush wild animals. There are also hints of Duck here and there; his name on displays, his face in group photos. As he contemplates a small, squishy black bear, he notices Juno looking at him more than usual.

“Hello again” he sets the bear on the counter.

“Howdy. This all?

“Yes, please. Are you alright? You look, ah, tired.”

“Yep. Or, uh, just noticed that sweatshirt. It was one that got made special for staff a few years ago.”

Indrid fidgets with the cat-bitten drawstring, “It was Duck’s, wasn’t it?”

“Uh huh. He put that patch on the sleeve. Guess it startled me to see it on someone else.”

“I understand.” 

“Knew him since we were kids. Hell, he’s my daughter’s godfather. Still don’t feel right, bein’ here without him.”

Indrid pushes the bear towards her and she pets it.

“What was he like?”

In the empty visitor center, Juno tells him. In her stories are echos of every conversation he’s ever had with anyone who knew Duck. When it’s time to close up, she asks if she can hug him, and thanks him for listening to her. 

“Guess you weren’t kiddin about wanting to sleep with a bear” Duck teases as Indrid sets his new purchase inside the tent. Indrid whaps at him, arm going through his torso. The ranger floats nearby as Indrid heats up ravioli and opens a can of Mountain Dew. Indrid tells him about the conversation with Juno. 

“Huh, guess that is my old one. Glad someone is gettin some use outta it. And it looks good on you.”

Indrid sets down his bowl, “We talked a lot, Duck. And it made me think about what you said to me one of the night after we met. You said you wanted a chance to make the world, the town, a little better. Everyone I’ve talked to, and I mean every one, has a story about you. How you helped them, how Kepler is worse off with you gone. You did so much, even with your time cut short. I, I wanted you to know that.”

The ghost looks away, “I wasn’t done tryin to help.”

“You still aren’t. You do what you can to keep the forest and the visitors safe. And you, you’ve made my life immeasurably better Duck. Seeing you is the best part of my day and I think I’m falling--ah, that is, you’re not done making a difference.”

Duck hasn’t moved since Indrid started talking about his feelings. When Indrid tries to meet his eyes, he disappears. Hurried, he reaches out to offer a reassuring touch and gets only air. 

“Duck?”

Nothing, even after he calls his name three more times.

He slumps onto the bench, “well, fuck me I guess.”

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This is a terrible idea. But it’s his last, and therefore his best. 

Indrid even asked Barclay’s boyfriend, Joseph, if anything in his impressive library of the paranormal advised the reader on dealing with upset ghosts. A few did, always from the perspective of trying to get the specter to go away. They said nothing about what to do if your upset ghost was missing, leaving an ache in your heart you didn’t know you were capable of feeling. 

Instead, after a week of silence, Indrid changes tactics: if he can’t coax Duck back, maybe he can annoy him into appearing. 

Tonight, he finishes dinner and cleans his dishes, puts the bulk of the food in the bear box, and then tears open a bag of chips, scattering them across the table. He eats one, then leaves the open bag laying amongst the potato shards. 

Next, he dumps his remaining water on the fire, which takes it down to embers but does not extinguish it. When none of that gets a reaction, he decides to narrate.

“Hmm, that should be fine, it’s not that dry and I don’t think sparks can go over the edge.”

“Should I leave these juice pouches out? Yes, I think I should, in case I get thirsty at night. Maybe I’ll take one into the tent, just to be safe.”

He already feels silly and like no one is listening, and so he escalates. 

“I know I shouldn’t leave food out for the wildlife, but since there’s no handsome, ghostly ranger here to punish me for my transgressions, I am just going to leave some nuts out for the raccoons. I like raccoons. They deserve nice things. Hell, how about I just leave them a whole buffet since no one is stopping me!”

All he gets in reply are the few bugs awake this early in the spring and the crack of brush as a small mammal runs away from the weird bipedal thing yelling at his camp fire. He doesn’t leave out food for the raccoons; he climbs into his tent in a huff. What a bad idea, to think this of all things would bring Duck back to him. He’s being childish and bratty and selfish; Duck doesn’t deserve that, no more than he owes Indrid his company. 

He changes into his pajamas pants and sleep shirt, intending to go back out to make the site safe and tidy. Except.

Except something just opened the bear box. The chip bag crinkles and the fire hisses out a minute later. He should be running outside to apologize, but his mind has simultaneously  registered the full darkness of the night , the possibility that Duck is not the only paranormal thing in these woods, and the fact the nearest other campers are on the other side of the campground, meaning he is very, very alone.

The zipper on the tent moves, the flap falling open so his lantern shines on nothing but April air.

“Duck? Please say that’s you.”

A low chuckle, “It’s me, ‘Drid.” The fly zips shut, “mighty peeved about that trick you pulled.”

“I’m, I’m sorry. I missed you, but that was a bad way to communicate that.” He can’t see him, and the lantern only picks up the odd shift of sleeping bag or tent floor, so Indrid’s eyes’ dart about trying to pinpoint him.

“Oh, you communicated plenty, sugar. Like what you want a certain, uh, ghostly ranger to do to you.”

“Oh god” he winces, “please, forget I said that, it’s humiliating.”

“Not all that surprisin, truth be told. I mean, you and I flirted now and then. And you told me enough about yourself for me to suspect that you’re a kinky little weirdo who’s dyin to get fucked by a ghost.” 

“I, I feel I should point out that I only want to fuck one ghost. You. I want to fuck you and that means fucking a ghoOOOst.” He gasps as cold lips press into his neck.

“I can make that happen, darlin, all you gotta do is say it. You were a pain in the neck earlier, so now I expect you to be real polite and use your words.” Duck’s voice has never been like this before, rough and possessive yet still, under all of it, the same warmth draws Indrid in like a flame. 

“I want you, Duck.”

A bite to his ear, strong arms wrapping around his waist from behind him, “Want me to do what?”

“Fuck me” this is like every wet dream he had as a teenager, the supernatural being coming for a fellow outsider. 

That gets him a tender kiss on the cheek, “That’s better. Though, if I’m rememberin correctly, word you used was punish.”

Indrid yelps as Duck turns and shoves him to lay across his lap, kicks his legs out in surprise when his waistband slides down to his upper thighs. 

“Yesss” he wiggles his ass as Duck palms it, “yes, Duck, pleaseAHgod” the first strike stings, and Duck doesn’t let him recover before delivering five more, three to each side. His cock perks up at the pain. Stranger still, because Duck is invisible, all Indrid has to do is tilt his head to watch it harden and twitch with each slap.

Twenty strikes later Duck pauses, hand rubbing soothing, cool circles on the burning skin, “Learned your lesson?”

“Mmhmm.” Indrid presses an awkward kiss to Duck’s knee. 

“Glad to hear it.” Duck hauls him up onto his knees, slides a hand under his shirt and up his chest, “I’m rarin’ to feel more of you--holy fuck” 

“AH!” Indrid arches as Duck toys with his left nipple piercing, his other hand quickly finding the right. 

“God, fuck, you’re fuckin hot, if I were alive I woulda taken you home first time I saw you.” Messy kisses cover his neck as Duck tugs the piercings.

“Gaahnnyes, that’s, that’s very flattering.”

“Ain’t flattery, sugar, it’s the truth. Never could turn down some skinny punk with piercin’s and messy hair, not when I was a teen burnout hidin in the woods and sure as hell not now.” He moves Indrid onto his back, rucking up his shirt as his legs twist in his half-down pants. The ranger cups his face, and Indrid is positive he’s meeting his eyes, “tell me what you want sugar, tell me so I can treat you right.”

“Marks, I want marks anywhere you’ll give them.”

A growl from above him, then lips smashing into his, drinking him in before continuing down his throat, biting and sucking hard enough that he cries out every time. Duck pauses, teasing his nipples with his tongue as he rakes his nails up his sides. He sits up and for a horrible moment Indrid loses him. Then with glee he watches five red marks drag down his chest. He moans, rolling his hips and discovering just how closer Duck’s clothed cock is to his own. The contact only feeds the rangers eagerness, and Indrid is tosses and turns as he sucks, bites, and scratches, laying claim to the illustrated expanse of his body. 

“More, please, god that all feels so good.” 

“Don’t worry darlin, still got plenty of you to mark up, but we’re gonna do somethin else while I do.” He eases Indrid onto his stomach, slaps his ass fondly, “don’t go nowhere.”

Indrid’s duffel bag unzips, clothes and pens moved aside until a bottle of lube hovers in the air. The tube compresses and drips coat the rough outline of fingers. When the two digits press into him he sighs, eyes closing as he melts under Ducks watchful eyes. 

“That’s it ‘Drid, relax for me. Got well over a year of horny to work out, so this cute ass needs to be ready to take it.”

Indrid pushes his hips back in reply, taking as far as the fingers will go and whimpering excitedly when he presses in the tip of the third. Duck works that one more carefully, kissing Indrid’s face and shoulders as he whispers about how good he is, how much he’s wanted this.

“I want it too so for, for goodness sake please fuck me soon or I’ll leave my entire cooler out for the bears.”

“Only one bear in this campsite tonight darlin.” Duck laves his tongue down the base of his spine, bites down hard on his ass. Indrid’s still moaning from the pain when his cock pushes in.

“Fuuuckme that’s good. Shoulda snuck into your tent sooner, sugar, made you a fuckin cocksleeve you feel so fuckin good.”

“Ohgod” is all Indrid, voice muffled by the sleeping bag he’s biting, manages before Duck adjusts them so Indrid is on his knees. The ranger isn’t gentle, pounds into him like he’s nothing but a warm hole and chuckles whenever Indrid moans. 

“H-handprints, Duck, want hand prints GAHyesyesyes” he struggles to move in time with the ghost as the air fills with ear-splitting slaps. He’s so close, the pain and the sensation of phantom fingers claiming his body making his body beg for release. When he slides a hand down to jerk himself off, the arm twists up and stays trapped against his back. 

“You wanna cum, you know what to do.”

He blinks away the ecstatic tears, words raw in his throat, “Please let me cum, Duck. I want to, need to cum while you fuck me pleaseplease-” he cuts off into whine as the ghost works his cock hard, all the while jamming into him hard enough that the smooth fabric of the sleeping bag burns his knees. When he cums it’s with a weak cry of Duck’s name, which is swallowed up by hungry lips as Duck kisses him over and over, repeating Indrid’s name like an incantation as he pumps his hips and cums, pulling out as he does so it splatters on the reddened patches of his ass. 

A final kiss to the top of his head, and then there’s no contact between them and the zipper is moving.

“Oh no you don’t” Indrid scrambles, sweaty and exhausted, between the tent fly and the invisible man somewhere in front of him, “for goodness sake, Duck, I thought you liked me enough to at least let me fall asleep before you ran.”

The ranger finally appears, hair a mess and cheeks noticeably pink, “‘Drid, all that was amazing, but it’s all I can give you. I, I can’t...you said you were fallin for me and I can’t give you that.”

Indrid cocks his head, “Why not?”

“Because I’m a fuckin ghost, ‘Drid! You deserve to be with a livin’ fella, you deserve someone who can be a real part of your life.”

He crosses his arms, “Duck, you are a real part of my life. Honestly, what part of all the nights we spent together, all the ways we take care of each other, all of this” he points at the rumpled sleeping bag, “suggests otherwise?”

The ghost doesn’t speak, simply hugs himself (or tries to).

“If this is too much, if I’m offering something you do not want, then please tell me. But if this is you thinking that some paranormal quirks keep you from being a worthy partner for me, kindly think again.”

Duck disappears and Indrid is gearing up to try and tackle a supernatural entity when a familiar face buries itself in the crook of his neck. The ghost clings to him, and Indrid clings right back. 

“You really wanna give it a go?”

“More than anything.”

Duck lifts his head so their cheeks rest together, “Then fuck it. Let’s see what happens.”

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Indrid finishes hooking up his lightly used Winnebago, AKA his solution to the lack of available apartments. He’s in a different section of Eastwoods, but he’s happy with his new spot. He opens one of his few boxes, gently lifts the completed model ship into a place of honor, and waits, humming happily, for an unseen hand to knock on his door. 

[misc-headcanons]

OC-tober Day 11 (Katakuri’s kids): Craft

@oc-growth-and-development (Warning: Incredibly fluffy content incoming)

Maple's focus on her book--an old tome of her mother's describing the basics of necromancy--was quickly cut short when she heard the patter of footsteps near her and the feeling of a small hand on her arm. She looked over to see her youngest siblings, Vanilla and Fritter standing next to her; Vanilla had tapped her while Fritter took his usual spot behind her while clinging to his blanket.

"Hey Maple," Vanilla said eagerly, "Can you help me and Fritter with something?"

Maple quickly reached for a bookmark and slid it in between her book's open pages. "Depends," she replied, pushing up her glasses. "What do you need help with?"

Vanilla smiled up at her eldest sister, eager to explain. "So," she started, "A bunch of the flowers in the gardens are blooming now, and we wanna make flower crowns. Buuut, after a few days, they'll dry up 'cause the plants will get all brown and die."

"And mine always come undone," Fritter added, "It's hard to tie the flowers and stems together." He held up one of his hands and wiggled his fingers. "'Cause I got tiny fingers."

Vanilla nodded. "But then I thought that you could make them stay green longer with magic--ooh, or you could make them bloom and then close up and bloom again too!" She gave Maple a sheepish smile. "I'd try to do it by myself, but I dunno any spells that do that...And last time I tried making a spell by myself, I got in trouble."

Maple smirked. "Well, that'll happen when you try making a spell to summon some glitter and wind up making it rain sparkles around the castle for a whole day," she said wryly.

Vanilla pouted. "I knoooow," she whined. "I still don't get why Uncle Mont-d'or and everybody else got so upset. Glitter makes things look better, and everyone's clothes and armor and stuff was so sparkly!"

Fritter nodded. "And it makes 'em less scary. Uncle Monty said he was gonna put us in time-out with one of his books, but all I could think was 'Wow, I never saw Uncle Monty look so twinkly before.'"

Maple bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling; as hilarious as it was to remember her furious Uncle doused in a layer of rainbow sparkles, she didn't want to encourage that sort of behavior in her siblings. "Well this time, you'll have supervision when you use magic," she replied, easing her way out of her plush reading chair. "I'll find a spell that keeps flowers fresh, and you can practice it with me. Okay?" Fritter and Vanilla nodded eagerly, and Maple followed them as they trotted out to the royal gardens. 

"Yaaay, thanks!" Vanilla cheered. "And you can pick whatever flowers you want for your crown first, Maple!"

"But save some bluebonnets please, if you're gonna pick those," Fritter added hastily. "I wanna make one with blue and purple flowers, and bluebonnets are my favorite blue flower!"

The three of them arrived at the gardens, and Fritter and Vanilla set out to gather all of the flowers they needed to make the crowns they wanted. Maple pulled out a small dusty tome in her coat's inside pocket and leafed through its pages, looking for any spells she'd written that dealt with plants. "Hmm...Oh, here's one," Maple mused. "I think I wrote this for one of Mama's gifts for Mother's Day last year." Vanilla ran over with armfuls of various flowers in many colors and looked down at Maple's open journal entry. "To ex-tend the life-span of cut plants and flowers," she read aloud. "Okay, so do we just say the spell to the flowers and then they'll live forever?"

Maple set a small leaf in between the pages of her journal to mark her page. "Well, nothing lives forever," she replied. "I mean...you can raise skeletons and bodies with necromancy, but they still need upkeep and stuff so they don't fall apart. And spells to live forever usually have a really big downside like having eternal life but not eternal youth, so eventually you just turn into a little shriveled raisin and can't ever stop getting older…" 

Maple saw the confused and zoned-out look on her sister's face, and blushed at how she had started rambling. "Um. Anyway, the spell just makes the flowers last and stay fresh for a year or so," she said hastily. "We'd just need to use the spell again once a year to keep the flowers from dying. We'll make the flower crowns first, and then once they're put together we'll cast the spell."

Vanilla grinned. "Okay!" She went back into the garden's bushes to collect more flowers, with Maple following behind her to help. Soon the three of them had made a sizeable pile of flowers and stems to work with, and the three of them sat down in a small circle around the flowers. Vanilla sat next to Maple as she made her first flower crown. "What kinda flowers so you want for your crown, Maple?"

Maple reached for a few spiky sky-blue flowers to start making a crown for her twin sister Dochi. "Anything that's purple,' Maple replied, intertwining a series of stems with precision. "You probably know more about flower crown arrangements than I do, so whatever you make will turn out great."

Vanilla set to work on making the best purple flower crown in the world, and the three of them worked while chatting together. "Hey, should we all work together on Papa's? It's gonna have to be really big…"

Fritter nodded. "Do we have any flowers that look like donuts? He'd really like a flower crown like that."

"I don't think so," Vanilla said reluctantly. "But...flower crowns kinda look like donuts, right? So we can pick flowers that maybe look like sprinkles, or ones that are colored like they have sprinkles."

Fritter nodded and eyed his own flower crown, apparently admiring his handiwork. "I made this one just right," he said firmly with a smile. He held it up to show his eldest sister. "Look, Maple. It's not fallin' apart this time!"

Maple, who had put on Vanilla's finished crown for her and cast her spell to make them last, smiled and patted Fritter's head. "Nice job, Fritter." She took out her journal again and followed along with the incantation written on her page, and a small amount of green energy swirled around Fritter's crown before disappearing into the blossoms. Fritter carefully placed the crown on his head and smiled proudly, and then set out to help Vanilla finish a crown meant for their older brother Ube; Maple put the finishing touches on her crown for her sister Dochi, and set it aside.

After about an hour, the three siblings had made a set of crowns for their entire immediate family (as well as a few for their grandmother, and their grandmother's two companions named Zeus and Prometheus). Vanilla scooped up all of the crowns and hung them all on Fritter's arms--he had volunteered to be the "crown carrier" while they delivered them all. Fritter toddled in front of Maple and Vanilla while they looked for their family members in the Whole Cake Chateau. Maple flipped to a blank page in her notebook and scribbled down a list of everyone they'd made a crown for. "Grandma should be easy to find," she said. "She should've just finished having her mid-morning snack, so she'll be in the throne room with Zeus and Prometheus."

The three of them made their way to the throne room, but found that the doors were closed. The guards at the doors looked down on the children. "I'm sorry," one of them said, "But Big Mom's in a meeting with the Sweet Commanders about something important. Do you want us to pass along a message?"

Fritter wiggled his outstretched arms a bit. "Can you give her some of these flower crowns, please?" He moved to display the full set of flowers dangling from his arms. "The biggest one is for her, with all the pink flowers. And then the two rainbow ones next to that are for Zeus and Prometheus. And THESE are for--"

The familiar voice of Big Mom herself came from the other side of the door, and it immediately caused the guards to freeze in place. "Ah, is someone at the door?" 

Vanilla tried to peek through the small crack between the large doors to the throne room. "Hiiii, Gramma! It's 'Nilla and Fritter and Maple!" Her voice was as sweet as ever, even when talking to someone as terrifying and dangerous as Big Mom. "We can come back later if you're busy doing important Yonkou stuff. We made flower crowns!"

Big Mom was quiet for a few seconds, and then chuckled. "Ahhh, how nice," she cooed. "Please, come in! Your mama and papa are here as well!"

The guards reluctantly opened the doors for the three of them, and they stepped inside to see their parents as well as their Aunt Smoothie and Uncle Cracker. It seemed that Big Mom had called a meeting with her three Sweet Commanders, and Katakuri's wife had been allowed to sit in as well. Vanilla skipped inside and ran up to her grandmother's gigantic throne to give Big Mom a hug; she couldn't even measure up to her grandma's knees, but that didn't stop her from wrapping her grandma up in a hug as best as she could. 

Big Mom chuckled and reached down to hold Vanilla in one hand and held her up at eye level to give her a kiss. "Mamamama, this is such a nice surprise," she said sweetly. Vanilla beamed and pointed down at the array of crowns on Fritter's hands and arms. 

"We made yours extra big," Vanilla said, "And pink too, since I know it's your favorite color! And Zeus and Prometheus have rainbow ones!"

Upon hearing their names, Zeus and Prometheus floated down to Fritter in order to eye the presents for them. Fritter, who was always a little nervous around Grandma and her Homies, held out three crowns meant for them and Big Mom herself. "H-here ya go," he said quietly. "We didn't know your favorite colors, so we m-made it with every color…" Zeus, a fluffy animated cloud, smiled and wiggled his head until the crown fit on top of him; Prometheus, a small sun, did the same and the two of them carried the giant pink crown to place on their master's head. 

Maple placed a comforting hand on Fritter's shoulder and led him to a spot between their parents. Their mother Etherea smiled at the two of them and patted their heads. "I was wondering where you three had wandered off to," she mused. "Dochi and Ube are busy sparring outside. Do you want me to send their crowns to them?"

Fritter nodded and handed his mother the two crowns meant for their siblings: a light blue one for Dochi, and one with dark red flowers for Ube. Etherea murmured a small incantation and the two crowns floated out of a nearby window to make their way to Dochi and Ube. Fritter climbed up into his mother's lap to place her crown on top of her head--an elegant combination of purple roses and black petunias. Maple took a seat next to her mother, eager to tell her all about how well her spell had worked once this meeting with Big Mom was finished.

Big Mom set Vanilla down, and the young girl immediately ran to her parents to give them both a hug as well. "We made some for you too! Ooh mama, yours came out super pretty!" She looked over at her Aunt Smoothie and Uncle Cracker with an apologetic frown. "Um, we don't have any for you...but we can make some more if you want one!"

Smoothie shook her head with a bemused look on her face. "Don't worry," she replied. "I wouldn't want my helm to ruin something so precious."

Cracker smirked. "And my sparks would just set 'em on fire," he added, pointing to the firecrackers that adorned the ends of his hairdo. "But thanks for the offer, kiddo."

Fritter held up the final flower crown on his arm and reached up towards his father; even when he was seated, Katakuri was still too tall for him to even attempt to reach. "And this one's for you, Papa," he said. "We all worked on it together. See? It's got flowers that look like they got sprinkles on em, so it's like a donut flower crown!"

Katakuri carefully reached down to pick up the circle of flowers without crushing any of them, and peered at the blossoms all around it; each flower was either white or a light shade of pink, with multicolored speckles all around it. He smiled behind his scarf and set the crown on top of his head before gently patting Fritter's cheek with one finger. "How do I look?"

Cracker had to bite back a laugh at seeing his stoic big brother in a rainbow-speckled flower crown, and Smoothie couldn't help but smile at how cute the whole scene was. Maple gave her father a silent thumbs up with a small half-smile on her face, and her two younger siblings followed suit. "Like a Donut King," Vanilla confirmed. Fritter nodded, and Katakuri let out a small amused "mmm" (he never really laughed unless he was alone with his wife and children--or his Sprinkles, as he sometimes called them). He outstretched his arms for his three children to gather in his lap, and all three of them climbed aboard and settled comfortably with their flower crowns. It wasn't long before they fell asleep during the meeting, and Big Mom subtly had one of her servants take a picture of Katakuri in his own flower crown with Etherea and the three sleeping children all in frame. Cracker and Smoothie both smirked at each other; they'd never imagined they'd see their fearsome big brother look so adorable.

[miraclealignersv]

Growing up (Lewis Nixon x reader)

Ask: Hey Alex! Could I request a reader x Lewis Nixon where their child is going to start kindergarten and she’s worried that their kid will have a tough time being left at school but instead it’s Nix who has a hard time leaving them at the school. Please and thank you :)

A/n: i might’ve started crying a little bit while writing this, but it’s because I am still on pain meds. Anyway I hope you enjoy, I really liked writing this :))

Tag list: @gottapenny @wexhappyxfew @bandofmarvels @medievalfangirl

If there was one thing that kept y/n up at night, it was the thought of her daughter growing up. Yes, y/n knew that someday their 5 year old would eventually start to do things on her own. For example the fact that y/d/n was starting kindergarten, and y/n laid in bed all night thinking about her child and how she would react to a new surrounding. Not only that but how she would react without both Lewis and y/n there.

Both of them always being there with her, always next to Lewis when he was working from home. Or always with y/n while she baked apple pies. It was concerning for both as well, she barely knew kids her age. And often it scared Lewis and Y/n when it came to y/d/n’s conversations with Ronald Spiers about silver and how to identify it.

Or the lovely conversation their daughter had with Buck about a map she had found in her daddy’s office. Buck surprised by the fact that she would pronounce the names of certain towns correctly— the French accent and all.

“What if she doesn’t like it? Lewis, what if she cries?” Y/n asked as she slapped her hand on her husband’s chest. Both very awake at 5 in the morning, Lewis groaned and turned to look at his distressed wife. “Lets just homeschool her, look we can both teach her what we both know” she suggested, Lewis chuckled and grabbed her hand.

“Baby, she’ll be fine” Lewis whispered as he pulled her into him. Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.

“Remember what happened last time we thought she was going to be fine?” Y/n spoke, her voice muffled Lewis chuckled and rubbed her back. “She cried Lewis!” She lifted her head up and clarified.

“She did get pricked by a needle, of course she was going to cry” Lewis reasoned making y/n groan at the thought of their daughter crying.

“Why couldn’t she just stay tiny?” Y/n asked, her voice lower this time. Lewis smiled at the memories, the first time he heal y/d/n in his arms and the first time she cried her mighty cry.

“What phase? Personally I miss the time she would keep us up at night” Lewis chuckled making y/n sigh, “she would make her little ravioli sized hands into a fist and order us around” Lewis joked making y/n giggle at the memory.

*

As the car neared the school y/n felt a knot form in her throat. Looking back in the rear view mirror she watched her little girl look outside the window with a wide grin on her face. Lewis noticed the sudden wave of concern that washed over his wife’s face and reached for her hand as he kept his other on the steering wheel.

once they pulled into a parking space, y/n stepped out of the car and sighed. She reached for the door handle and watched as her daughter urged for her to open it.

“Mommy I’m going to be late!” The little girl jumped from the seat and out of the car. Y/n raised an eyebrow and looked over at lew who was just as shocked as she was.

“Alright honey, you have your back pack?” Y/n asked as she closed the car door. Lewis watched in awe as y/d/n grabbed a hold of y/n’s hand.

“Alrighty Peanut, you ready for your first day of school?” Lewis asked as he grabbed a hold of the five year olds hand. The three of them walked towards the entrance of the school, seeing many kids cry and others giggle.

“Yeah daddy” y/d/n giggled as she skipped and making y/n’s heart skip a beat. A small smile spread onto her lips as she let go of her hand.

“I’ll go greet your teacher, you wanna stay with daddy?” Y/n asked, y/d/n gave her an eager nod and turned to Lewis who crouched down to their daughter’s level. “I’ll be back” y/n smiled before heading into the classroom and greeting the older woman. From where y/n stood she could see Lewis and y/d/n play around, y/n watched as the loves of her life talked between them.

After signing a few papers, y/n made her way over to where her husband and daughter were. She noticed Lewis reached down to tie y/d/n’s shoe, her eyes lighting up as y/n made her way toward them.

“You ready baby?” Y/n asked as the child giggled and walked towards her mom. Lewis watching, biting the inside of his cheek to hold back the tears from spilling.

As the three neared the entrance of the classroom, y/d/n was hopping and jumping around due to the excitement. Y/n smiled and felt relief the second she saw the wide smile on her daughters face.

“Okay baby, daddy and I will come pick you up at three. I packed a pb & j sandwich, those little animals crackers you like so much, orange juice and some apple slices” y/n informed as she fixed y/d/n’s coat, y/n reached over and grabbed both sides of her tiny face and placed a loud smooch onto her cheeks earning a giggle from the little girl.

“Okay mommy” the five year old responded before walking over to Lew who looked away from the five year old. Y/n stood back up and watched as Lewis sniffled to himself. “Daddy?” She asked making Lew shake his head and clear his throat.

“I’ll see you later okay peanut?” Lewis asked as he crouched down and fixed a stand of her hair behind her ear. “You sure you gonna be okay?” He asked, his voice soft.

“Uh huh” she responded before reaching over and wrapping her arms around his neck. Y/n watched as he held her closer to him. Y/d/n tried to pull away but Lewis held her tighter.

“Lew!” Y/n chuckled making Lewis sigh and let her go.

“Daddy?” She asked as Lewis composed himself, Lewis hummed in response and glanced over to y/n who has her arms crossed over her chest. “Can we visit uncle Dick after?” Y/d/n asked making lewis look down at his hands and nod.

“Sure thing peanut” he whispered before placing a kiss on her forehead, as he pulled away they heard the school bell ring.

“Go on baby! We’ll see you later!” Y/n chuckled as y/d/n waved goodbye and ran towards the entrance of the classroom. Y/n walked closer to Lewis who cleared his throat.

“Now what?” He asked sniffling, y/n glanced down at her wrist watch and sighed. “She’s all grown up, next thing you know she’ll be graduating from Yale” Lewis scoffed making y/n roll her eyes as they made their way towards the car. “She’s never been around many kids, maybe we can have another one. Give her some company?” He asked as they stopped next to their car. “The things I would do to keep her small forever” He sniffled making y/n shake her head and laugh.

“I guess this is probably the best time to let you know...” y/n chuckled and watched as Lewis cleared his throat, his eyes glued onto her waiting for whatever she was going to say. “Y/d/n is going to be a big sister” y/n spoke a grin on her lips, Lewis’ mouth opened in shock before pulling her into a hug and peppering her face with kisses. Y/n giggled at the feeling of his lips on her skin.

“We’re having another baby! We’re gonna go through this again with an other baby!” Lew chuckled before pulling her into another tight embrace. “Oh I love you” he whispered before placing his hand onto her belly and pulling her into lingering kiss.

[divinebird]

the duckling incident

prompt from shirokoganee on twitter: sheith baby feeding ducks

I kinda took it farther than expected aha. I always use the name Clementine for sheith kid so don’t be surprised to see that name :>.

A small hand tugs on his shirt. “Papa?”

Shiro finishes off his last piece of watermelon before looking at his daughter, sighing internally when he catches sight of her white shirt stained pink and watermelon still in hand. He should have expected this. “Yes, baby?”

“The duckies want waltermelon.” Clementine says. “Can I share?”

“Watermelon.” Shiro corrects, grabbing a wet wipe out of the bag and wiping her chin clean. A tiny huff leaves her lips and she stamps her foot, but she stays still and tilts her head up obediently when Shiro guides it up with a finger. “How do you know that they want it?”

Clementine rolls her eyes, a gesture that belongs entirely to his husband. “’Cause they told me! Silly papa.”

“Right, I’m sorry. Silly papa indeed.” He looks over at where the ducks are, sat in the pond and moving around in slow circles. “If you want to then go ahead.” Shiro grabs her before she can run off, looking at her sternly. “But don’t eat it after they do, okay? We brought a lot with us, so if you want more just come back and get some.”

“Okay!” She chirps, running off to where the ducks are. Shiro can see her crouched near the pond, hand holding the watermelon piece extended, and thinks he can hear her giggling from where he sits.

Shiro starts to pack up, folding the picnic blanket they brought and placing it in their bag full of snacks. Then, he grabs their water bottles and closes them correctly before dropping those into the cooler, sealing both bags and toting them over to where Clementine is sitting.

“Here, ducky! Have some!” She’s waiting patiently, something that she still struggles with from time to time.

(“Patience yields focus,” Keith had said teasingly when Shiro was trying to teach her to wait for things instead of demanding them to come right away, which he retaliated with a smack to his ass.

Keith only stuck his tongue out and laughed, and Shiro made him pay for it later.)

Clementine’s voice drags him out of his (pleasant) thoughts, “Papa! Look! They love it!”

Shiro lets out a laugh, pulling her close and kissing the side of their head. “They sure are.”

The ducks seem pleased with their snack, but they do look quite funny as they tear through the fruit. Clementine tugs on his arm, asking for more, and Shiro pulls out the whole container and lets her take two more pieces to feed to them. Even the ducklings are having a little nibble, peeping around their mother as they wait for smaller pieces.

They leave when they’re all out of watermelon, and Shiro waits as Clementine says goodbye to each duck as they waddle back into the pond. He holds one hand out (his left one) and waits for her to grasp it tightly before leading her out of the park so they can walk home.

“Papa? Will daddy let me have a ducky?” Clementine asks randomly, giving his hand a squeeze. “I want a pet ducky. We can take baths and play!”

“I don’t think he’ll let you have a duck, Clem. Remember what he said when you wanted a bunny? And a squirrel? And a raccoon?”

Clementine sighs. “I can’t have a pet ‘cause s’a big respon-see-billy-tease and I’m too little to take care of it on my own.” She huffs. “I’m not little no more! I grew already! I can have a pet!”

“Responsibility.” Shiro tries not to smile. “Can you reach the animal crackers on top of the fridge yet?”

Another huff. “No...”

“Then I’d say that you’re still pretty little, sweetie.” They turn onto their street and Shiro walks them up the path to the front door, letting go of her hand to grab his keys. He ends up not needing them, because the swings open only a moment later.

Keith, his husband, stands in front of him, and Shiro leans in to kiss him. “Hey, baby,” he mumbles against his lips, pulling away to shepherd Clementine into the house.

“Hi,” Keith is smiling when he leans back, taking the bags from him and placing them on their dining room table. “Did you guys have fun?”

“We sure did. Right, Clem?”

“Uh-huh.” Clementine doesn’t even look at either of them, walking away with her arms around her middle. “Bye, papa. Bye, daddy.”

“Wait a minute.”

Shiro looks over to see Keith’s serious expression, arms crossed and eyes narrowed as he gazes at their daughter—who still won’t look at them, and has something moving in her shirt. What?

“Clem?” Keith says slowly. “What do you have there?”

She kicks the floor and mumbles, “Nothing...”

Keith lifts a brow, unamused. “Clementine Shirogane.”

“Nothing!” Clementine peers up at him earnestly, nodding her head. Shiro would be inclined to believe her if it wasn’t for the fact that her shirt is still moving around. “I promise!”

Her shirt peeps.

Clementine slumps, lifting her shirt to reveal a baby duckling. “Okay... I have something...”

Both parents sigh, and Shiro is surprised when Keith turns his glare on him. “What did I do?” Shiro asks, lifting his palms. “She didn’t have it on the walk over! I swear!”

Keith pinches the bridge of his nose. “We have to take the duck back and you have to put it back where you found it, okay?”

“But I don’t wanna!” Clementine cries, placing the duckling on the floor before clasping her hands together and jutting out her bottom lip. “Can we keep the baby ducky? Pwease?”

Shiro leans back against the kitchen counter when Keith sighs again, watching as he crouches down in front of their daughter and grabs both of her hands in his.

“Imagine if someone took you away,” Keith begins. “Wouldn’t you feel sad and miss your papa and your daddy? Wouldn’t you want to go back home right away?”

Clementine looks confused, even as she nods slowly and says, “Uh-huh...”

“Don’t you think the baby duck feels the same way?” Keith’s voice is softer, gentle, the tone he gets when he’s trying not to upset her. “The mama duck is probably missing her baby, Clem. Just like we would if someone took you away from us.”

“Oh...” Clementine’s eyes shine, tears already trailing down her cheeks. She looks down at the duckling, sitting on the floor by her feet, and sniffles. “I’m sorry, ducky. I’ll take you back to your mama.”

“We’ll all go together, okay?”

Their daughter sniffles again, crouching down to pick the duckling up. “Okay...”

☆  ☆  

Returning the duckling goes well, but Clementine is reduced to tears when they get back home. She does get a small punishment, though it is lessened to five minutes of time-out since she’s upset enough as it is. She’s still miserable when they meet for dinner, not even her favorite dessert can cheer her up (funfetti cake).

The next couple of days are pretty much the same, Clementine dragging herself around the house and sighing every now and then. Shiro offers her a hug whenever it seems like she needs it, and she snuggles closer every time. He knows that all of them aren’t ready for a pet (no matter how much Clementine argues that she is), but he wishes that he could go out and get one for her just so she won’t be sad.

Shiro huffs out a laugh at his thoughts. Keith is right, he is weak for their daughter.

Clementine’s head snaps up when the sound of the door unlocking reaches them, and then she’s off the couch and rushing to the door to greet Keith with a hug and a kiss as she always does.

“Hi, Clem.” Keith says, giving Shiro a kiss when he comes up behind Clementine. They move to the side to let Keith into the house, and Shiro shuts the door and goes to help him put away the stuff he bought for the house. 

“Hi, daddy.” Clementine says, sounding a bit happier. “Did you get sprinkles for my pancakes?”

“I did, I did.” He reaches into one of the bags and shows her the bottle full of sprinkles, smiling. “I also got you something else. Can you sit down and close your eyes?”

Her face lights up and she nods, rushing back to the living room and presumably climbing onto the couch. “Okay! My eyes are closed! And I hide them with my hands!” Clementine says loudly.

“Good job, baby! I’ll be there in a sec!” Keith pulls out something yellow from another bag, showing it to Shiro with a grin. “I know it’s not the real thing, but I think she’ll like it anyways.”

It’s a plush duck, small enough to fit into her hands like the little duckling from yesterday. Shiro just has to lean in and kiss him again, hands coming up to cup his face.

“You’re amazing,” he tells him when they part, pressing their foreheads together. “She’ll love it, I’m sure.”

He’s right, she does. Clementine gasps when she sees the plush duck, grabbing it and squeezing it close to her. She gives Keith a big kiss as thanks, and then rushes off to play with it. 

She also brings it to the dinner table with her, pretending to feed the plush duck some of her own food and making a big mess with her rice and chicken. 

Shiro and Keith don’t say a thing about it, mostly because it’s a cute scene and also because they love to see her so happy.

[lolbtsaus]

Preschool Teacher!Namjoon

And now it is time for the final member of the hyung line, our amazing leader, my lowkey spirit animal who has s u c h amazing legs oh my god his legs are so nice the thighs do the thing they’re so long and just 10/10, Kim Namjoon aka Rap Monster aka joon

Okay but just picture this for a moment

A tol surrounded by smols

He’d be so so tall around them but none of them are scared of him??

Like on that first day, when they walk in and see a really tall broad pink haired dude as their teacher, they may get a bit intimidated but then he smiles and sits down so he’s not so !!! to them

It’s pretty easy to tell he’s a total sweetheart and soon, any chance of intimidation or fear or anything of that variety is g on e bc he’s a giant teddy bear

They all call him “joonie” bc Mr. Kim just doesn’t fit him in that environment but neither does Namjoon so it gets shortened to joonie

FOREVER GIGGLING AT THEM

I’ve referenced this so many times and I will continue to reference it bc it’s one of my favorite videos but remember when Jimin was the “yellow card” and Namjoon just sat there giggling for a solid two minutes after it happened

That’s him with the munchkins, they make him laugh so so much and he’s always smiley around them and he goes home with sore cheeks every single day bc they’re just so cute

There’s this one time where these two twins run up to him and give him a hug before they leave and his heart just about melts right then and there bc it’s just the first week of class and normally it takes time for the kids to get that comfortable with him but they’re already feeling at home

He always has a buddy, there’s this one lil girl who holds onto joon’s pinky and walks around with him a lot, there’s a lil boy who always wants to be held by joon, there’s another lil girl who wants to sit on his shoulders, it’s never ending

They all love being carried by him bc whoa whoa whoa what a height change, everything looks so small from up here

They all find him s o funny and goofy bc he is

Whenever he sees that one of the bbys is about to cry, he starts dancing for them and it’s pretty much the exact same thing as that one time on Weekly Idol where he was flailing around but his face was super serious

One of the things he loves about kids is that they tend to not give a fuck about whether they look cool or pretty/handsome or anything like that so they’re willing to dance with him and make weird faces and wear costumes

There’s this one kid who comes in on Halloween in one of those T-Rex costumes and joon is losing it the entire day plz just take a moment to imagine a smol bub in one of those mini costumes running around the classroom with joon chasing after them laughing his ass off and saying something about how they need to set their bags down before they can play

He gets to a point where he can’t even look at them with giggling and they know that so they just stand right next to him while he’s staring at the ceiling and trying his best not to look down and he’s trying so so hard not to laugh bc he’s already got tears forming in his eyes

He's always got such a curious lil bunch of kids bc he’s so smart and they really look up to him so they wanna be as smart as he is so they start asking a million questions

“Why do the leaves change color”

“What’s this made out of”

“What’s the moon feel like”

He’s always so amused by them, he can never ever get annoyed with them so he’s more than happy to answer all of their questions, the best he can at least bc he doesn’t really know what being on the moon is like he’s never been (yet)

He sings for them, sometimes seriously and sometimes n o t seriously at all and they love both versions

This one time, one of the lil boys has a nightmare during nap time and joon just cuddles him really gently and sings for him and makes him feel really safe and warm and he gives him some animal crackers to make him feel better

But then there are times where his voice is cracking and he’s doing more yelling than singing and all of the kids are screaming the lyrics of “Wheels on the Bus” with him

You’re one of the TAs

You’ve been working with joon for years

It’s always really cute to see joon go from being a lowkey flirt with you to being a soft teddy bear with the kids bc it’s pretty instantaneous

He’ll be talking to you and dropping all these flirty lines and then one of the kids needs help washing their hands and he immediately starts singing the “hand washing” song he made up a few years ago

You two have been together for a while but you try to keep it lowkey in class bc you’ve made the mistake of kissing his cheek in class before and the two of you were playfully teased by all of the kids for like a week bc “you’re gonna have cooties now!”

He always keeps up with the kids once they’ve moved up grades so every now and then, he’s got a ten year old running up to him and asking if he remembers them and he always does and they ask if you two are still together and he says yes

They always have really good memories of spending time in his class with you two bc it felt like one giant family

Preschool teacher!Namjoon will always be one of their favorite teachers, even if they don’t remember every single moment with him and he’ll always remember them, no matter how old they get

[pika-ace]

ITH/Fallout 3 AU

Alright, so @a-weird-blog-in-general and I were discussing this for a while, and so we've come up with a Fallout 3 AU for ITH, starring Sonny as the Lone Wanderer (are you really surprised at this point? I REALLY need more variance in my aus...)

So basically, we have Sonny and Usnavi living in Vault 101, where Sonny grows up with Usnavi and lives his life with Nina as his best friend and the rest of the vault-dwellers, when uh-oh! Something's wrong! Sonny is suddenly woken up by Nina in the middle of the night, telling him that Usnavi's flat out LEFT the vault (which should be impossible) and guards are on their way to arrest/kill him! Nina helps Sonny escape, and Sonny realizes that he has no choice; he has to survive the wasteland outside to find his cousin. Nina's too afraid to go so she stays behind and Sonny's on his own. He wanders the wasteland for a good while, and comes across many friends, like Chip, an abandoned husky in a junkyard, Benny, a guy who works the radio and helps give Sonny tips and info via transmission, and Pete and Vanessa, a pair of traveling merchants who basically started following Sonny around cause the kid buys more Stimpaks than ammo and it's like 'we need to make sure he doesn't die, we've given away too much stuff for free!' And they also show Sonny the ropes to surviving in this hell, since there's basically mutated animals and raiders all over the fucking place. 

Sonny's first few encounters basically go like this: 'What's that thing over there? HOLY FUCK IT'S A GIANT SCORPION WTF???'

 'Pete, get the mini gun.'

But in a place like this, you learn fast, and soon Sonny's a pro with Chip by his side. But he's still the sweet kid you know and love, and basically gains a reputation of being a blessed savior that walks the earth (he basically RADIATES good karma).

It's like 'Sonny, how did you survive for so long?'

'A lot of people owed me favors.'

But it also helps that Sonny knows bad shit when he sees it. Just about every conversation with a bad guy goes like this: 'Hey kid, I wanna blow up this town, wanna help? I'll pay you.'

'Fuck no!! I'm gonna get the sheriff and if you try anything I'm gonna shoot you before you can say demolition!'

'Hey Sonny, do this morally damning thing.'

'WTF is wrong with you??!!'

But Sonny still has a mission! He's still gotta find Usnavi! He's eventually led to another vault where everyone's trapped in a virtual reality run by a mad doctor. Sonny goes in, works his magic, and finds out Usnavi was trapped in the simulation as a dog. So after that fiasco, Sonny and Usnavi finally reunite...but it's not the happiest reunion. Basically, Sonny tackles Usnavi in a hug, but then a few seconds later he pushes him away, 'What the hell is wrong with you?! I wake up one night, Nina's freaking out, you're gone and people are coming after me with guns??! You got a lot of explaining to do!' Oh does he ever!

Sonny basically drags Usnavi somewhere private and sits down glaring at him: 'Start talking.'

'...What do you want to know?'

'Everything.'

'Now?'

'Now.'

'Sonny, I don't-'

'Cuz, I spent freaking MONTHS in wasteland hell looking for you! I've learned and seen shit out there and I'm not afraid to use any of it on you! So START. TALKING.'

So Usnavi tells Sonny about Project Purity and how his parents and Sonny's mom started it to try and bring clean water to the wasteland, but shit went down, they died, and sent Usnavi and Sonny to the vault, and Usnavi has been trying to finish the project to help complete his family's legacy. So they start traveling together, but the best part about this is that Sonny knows what he's doing and Usnavi doesn't. It was pure dumb LUCK that he made it to where he was without getting killed and without killing anything. So know, he's realizing just how much Sonny has changed. The kid he left was just an energetic wise-cracker, but now he's basically a master hunter and scavenger who's senses are dialed up to 11. Like, he and Chip KNOW when something's nearby and can basically turn and shoot it before it even attacks. So when they're attacked by mutants Usnavi just watches as Sonny just WRECKS them without any fear, and is basically using all the resources to his advantage 'What happened to my little boy while I was gone??' (Fun fact: Both Sonny and Usnavi DESPISE the mutant bugs out there. Like, Sonny vaporizes every one he comes across because giant bugs are just a big bag of nope)

Sonny: *beating a mutant with a pole* Die! You! Mutant! Fucker!

Usnavi: Jesus, Sonny!

Sonny: It's kill or be killed out here, cuz; you can't even trust flowers (pfft X3) *starts ripping and harvesting meat out of the mutant*

Usnavi: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Sonny: You take what you can get, and corpses are fair game. *continues harvesting and Chip rips into another dead mutant*

Usnavi: *gagging* Oh god...

Sonny: C'mon cuz, you can't be THIS sensitized! ...Geez, was I this bad when I first started out? I need to apologize to Pete and Vanessa...

They eventually make it to wherever the project is being held, but of course the bad guys of the Enclave show up, wanting it for themselves. Usnavi lets himself be captured by the Enclave, allowing Sonny to escape, and now shit has gotten personal. After some more stuff, Sonny finds the Enclave with Usnavi 'Get the FUCK away from my cousin you bastards!' And he just lights the place up. (Funny idea: Sonny's wrecking shit with explosions, and it's great, and then he trips XD) So the ending comes around, and Sonny has to basically go into a radioactive chamber to activate a machine so project purity will work, but doing do will fill the room with radiation. Sonny does it, despite Usnavi's protests; Usnavi's been being his usual mother-hen self the whole time, but Sonny hasn't protested because it's been a while since he had someone worrying about him (as skilled as Vanessa and Pete were, they couldn't always protect him). Sonny does a thing, but it's all good. Once the radiation has died down, Usnavi gets him out and is able to heal him, and all is right with the world (kinda; this is Fallout, there's always something shitty, even with the best endings)

[scribblecrumbs]

ABC (Alphabet) ask meme

@feelthejams tagged me for this one!  Thanks!  I’ll do my best not to get sidetracked, but I am sick right now and tbh i should’ve gone to sleep hours ago.

A- Age: a few hours from 18.  yay birthday. yay officially adulting.

C- Current time: 10:42 pm

D- Drink you last had: milk.  since i’m assuming we aren’t counting cough medicine.

E- Easiest person to talk to: the bestie

F- Favourite song: probably something bastille?  or BTS?  or imagine dragons?  don’t ask me i don’t know

G- Grossest memory: when I was like, 9??? we had a church lock in and i ate an entire box of cheez-its.  by myself.  i was one of those kids whose parents didn’t let them have a lot of junk food so i was really really overenthusiastic about cheez-its.  since i was 9 i wasn’t allowed to actually be locked in the whole night so i went home to sleep and later i puked.  because of cheez-its.  mind u i was a tiny child and didn’t know what to do when i woke up feeling like shit so i just sat in bed and cried until i threw up.  it was disgustingly orange.  hilariously, it matched the socks i was wearing.

H- Horror yes or horror no: fuck to the no i will scream in your ear if you make me watch a horror movie

I- In love with: my bed tbh, let me sleep.  also my horse.  can i sleep on my horse?  i wonder how badly that could end

J- Jealous of people: fuck to the yeah how are some people so rich and some people so passionate where does it come from give it to me

K- Killed someone: i hope to god no one has ever answered yes

L- Love at the first sight or should I walk by again: walk by again and then please be the one to start talking cause hell if im gonna be the one to start this

M- Middle name: the amount of bread jokes my middle name has caused is frustratingly large im not teling u

N- Number of siblings: 1 twin and maybe more cause my parents be adopting

O- One wish: i wish i knew the best direction for my life to go in

Q- Question you are always asked: “How old are you?” bc im smol and petite and most people think im 14

R- Reason to smile: animals, stupid things you do with friends, smiles, hugs, butterflies

S- Song you sung last: i have no goddamn idea actually no i do.  Baepsae by BTS cause it came on while i was showering and i almost killed myself trying to do the dance.

T- Time you woke up: 8:00 pm except i thought it was am and was really confused as to why it was still dark outside.  Then i went back to sleep and actually woke up at 8:00 am.

U- Underwear color: does it matter

V- Vacation destination: japan

W- Worst habit: being all fidgety when im nervous.  also biting my nails when im nervous.  being nervous in general.

Y- Your favourite food: teriyaki chicken.  oh and rice crackers.

Z- Zodiac sign: aquarious *throws water bottle* 

and yea im sposed to tag people but im tired and sick so fuck it yall do it if you wanna i tag everyone

[elizaslegacy]

it’s my problem that i never am happy

Period: Modern

Pairings: Lin x main character

Description: Eleni is a singer-songwriter with a lot of baggage, Lin is an aspiring playwright who falls in love far too easily. Their paths cross frequently and the following ensues. (Eleni’s life/music is pretty much based off of that of Marina & the Diamonds. I know that these songs have already been written and are not mine)

Word Count: 1, 876

Warning(s): cursing, mention of alcohol, mention of smoking, song about body dysmorphia/eating disorder/bad relationship/anxiety/OCD/nervous breakdown

A/N: Weird idea I had. We’ll see how this goes.

Songs mentioned (the versions I used):

Girls (Fast Car Version) (x)

Seventeen (x)

Obsessions (x)

Eleni climbed onto the small stage in the London dive bar, the chatter and laughter not ceasing at her appearance. The air in the pub was thick and hot, body heat and breath smelling of alcohol mingling in the dimly lit room. She tapped on the microphone to grab the attention of the bar’s patrons; a few people glanced up and acknowledged her presence, but most of the crowd paid no mine and continued talking and drinking. “Hi everyone, my name is Eleni,” she spoke cheerily into the microphone, huffing a bit when people continued to ignore her. “I’ll be singing a few songs for you all tonight. I hope you enjoy them.”

While scanning over the crowd and desperately looking for at least one interested face, Eleni had missed the intrigued gaze of one man who was sat at a table with his friends. The men chatted and laughed heartily, drinking pints after a long day at work, but the one abstained from the conversation to watch the stage. His eyes scanned over the performer, taking in her unique features. She wore a cropped cheerleading uniform on top, with leopard print tights and leather shorts hugging her wide hips. A sweater, the hood of which resembling some sort of animal, was draped over her shoulders. Purple velvet stilettos made her toned, long legs look simply mouthwatering. His eyes moved up to her face. Messy black hair framed her face; her features were dark and striking - thick and defined eyebrows, sharp cheekbones, tan skin, and expressive eyes. He was utterly drawn in by the woman on stage, something about her made it impossible to look away. She had uttered less than 20 words and he already wanted to know everything he could about her.

Elena briefly turned to her band and nodded; the infectious sound of the Greek lavouto started playing. Her hips began to bounce back and forth to the beat of the song, taking a deep breath before coming in on her cue. “Look like a girl but I think like a guy!” she sang somewhat quietly. Her confidence was a bit low due to the extreme lack of engagement from the people in the bar. “Girls are not meant to fight dirty,” she spat, flexing her arm muscles dramatically. The crowd began to pay attention as Eleni danced in her quirky manner. She looked strange, just bouncing around up and down as few people paid attention, but it dragged people in.

The man had continued to watch Eleni intently, smiling at her enthusiasm on stage. His eyes followed her around stage, observing as she pranced around. Her vocals never slipped no matter how much she moved. “I love your Botox! Bitch I’ll curtsey for you,” she screeched as she mimicked a curtsey. By the end of the song, the entire crowd had been drawn in by her elaborate dancing and unique vocals. Elena murmured a quick thank you into the microphone before the band began playing again. This time, an infectious, dark scale was played on the keyboard. “Used to be a major scale,” she sang in a low voice. “But the melody went stale.”

She continued through the song charismatically; the crowd went wild when she crowed, “Well, you don’t know fuck about my family.” A few more songs passed, and the man was still completely wrapped up in Eleni. His friends had begun to tease his relentless staring, howling that their little boy had a crush. Eventually, Eleni sat down at the piano. “Alright, so I apologize in advance because I can’t play the keyboard for shit,” she giggled in her heavy London accent. “But here is Obsessions. This song means tons to me, so I hope you all thoroughly enjoy it.” The bar quieted down and haunting notes rang out through the silence. “Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette,” Eleni sang quietly, her voice stained with emotion. “Last night’s love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed.” The bare production and the vulnerability of her voice showed the man a new side to Eleni that he hadn’t seen that night - a side that made him want to wrap her his his arms and assure her that nothing would be wrong ever again.

“Won’t you quit your crying? I can’t sleep,” she retorted, the tempo of the piano picking up a little bit. “One minute I’m your little sweetheart and next minute you are an absolute creep.” The whole bar was watching now, ceasing their conversations to listen to Eleni’s heartbreaking procession. “Supermarket, oh what packet of crackers to pick? They’re all the same, one brand one name,” she sang, the drums kicking in behind her. She then let out a strangled cry out, shocking the audience. “But really they’re not!” she wailed. He swore he could hear everyone in the bar’s hearts break simultaneously. Eleni launched into a painful recap of her inner monologue during this supermarket debacle. “Look, look, just choose something - quick! People are staring,” she hissed in a whispery tone. “Time to go, quicker, skin is on fire - just choose something, something, something.” Eleni’s eyes were trained down on the piano, her fingers moving quickly over the keys. Her voice was weighed with the pain of retelling this story; the entire room was focused on her. 

“Next minute I am turning out of the door facing one week without any food,” she uttered; the man could feel his stomach churn. This woman was so divine and purely magnetic, how could she treat herself so terribly? “A day, a day when things, things are pretty bad,” Eleni continued with a twisted smile on her face. “But don’t let it make you feel sad, the crackers were probably bad luck anyway.” She continued to sing, the instrumental building in tension as the track went on. “We’ve got our obsessions,” she lamented. “I wanna erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week.” Her voice broke slightly and her face contorted with pain, managing out the next lyrics. The song soon ended, and the entire room was left in absolute silence. After a few seconds, the man began to clap slowly. The rest of the bar joined in until the entire place was roaring with screams and whistles of approval. The brightest smile appeared on Eleni’s face; she lit up with pride as the audience applauded her. 

Eleni performed a few more songs before bidding the crowd good night and thanking them for their wonderful attitude. She hopped off of the stage and immediately headed for the bar. She savored the first sip of her beer right as she felt a small tap on her shoulder. Facing her was a man a little bit taller than her, who had long, dark hair pulled into a ponytail. She didn’t know it, but it was the man who had been completely enamored with her all night. “Um, hi,” he managed out in an American accent. “I’m Lin. Your performance was absolutely incredible.” Eleni’s face lit up once again. “Oh, thank you so much! It means the world,” she gushed. Lin smiled back, opening his mouth to say something back, but failing to formulate a sentence. She looked at him with her brows furrowed. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” Lin cursed, rubbing his face roughly. “I’m being so awkward. You have no idea how long it took for me to work up the courage to talk to you. I’ve been battling with it for your whole set.”

That elicited a genuine laugh from Eleni. Lin felt his heart speed up at the sound. I wouldn’t mind hearing that more often, he thought. “You’re funny, Lin. Let me reassure you, though. I am nothing to get worked up over,” she giggled, still amused by his previous comment. “Are you kidding?” he inquired in disbelief. “You’re, I mean...look at you!” Lin was at a loss for words to describe the exquisite beauty he was now faced with. She giggled some more. “I’m just Eleni! Little singer with big dreams from Greece and Wales.”

Lin sat down with Eleni, and the two launched into effortless conversation. They discussed family, favorite colors, stories, and so much more. Lin was surprised by the dark nature of many of her answers, but she maintained a casual tone while speaking about her awful family life and rough past. “My father left when I was two,” Eleni offered nonchalantly. “I’m not the biggest fan of him, especially since I had to live with him in Athens.” She described how her father had fought for custody over her and won, forcing her to move to Greece and leave everything behind. She spoke about her sister, who now lived in Barcelona, or how she ran away, which is why she was in London at that moment. Lin simply watched and listened in awe, soaking up every possible detail he could. 

The two of them talked their way through hours, only interrupted by Eleni checking her phone and realizing that it was 3 in the morning. “Oh god, it’s really late!” she exclaimed, and Lin began giggling. They both stumbled outside and braced themselves from the windy London streets. Lin hailed a cab and kissed Eleni on the cheek before saying goodbye. “I had a wonderful time with you, Lin,” she voiced warmly before climbing in the cab. It was only after the cabbie sped off with Eleni in tow that Lin realized they hadn’t exchanged numbers.

His heart plummeted in his chest, a frown working its way onto his features. Of course, he thought. Of fucking course. He had just met the world’s most exquisite and interesting girl, and he had no way to contact her. Lin began the walk to his hotel, his shoulders slumped defeatedly. 

The next few days, he couldn’t stop thinking about Eleni. Glimpses of her flashed in his mind at work, distracting him from whatever he was doing. He recalled her stunning features and cursed himself for not getting her phone number. “Are you good Lin?” his coworkers would ask. He’d shrug and offer a forced smile. He searched the Internet for an Eleni based in London, which yielded no results. She was performing in some dive bar with no previous fanbase. She wouldn’t be anywhere Lin could find her. 

Lin gradually began to think about Eleni less and less as the weeks flew by; her features began to fade from his memory. He was now totally focused on his work - a musical in the early stages. He was on the train from London, heading to Scotland for more writing inspiration, when he saw it. He had been searching for something to listen to on Spotify; he scrolled aimlessly through new releases. When he reached the bottom of the list, something caught his eye. The Family Jewels, Eleni and the Diamonds. Could it be? Lin quickly clicked on the album and observed the cover. It was a earthy, floral print with messy handwritten font. Right there in the middle was Eleni, casting a coy glance at the camera. His heart swelled so quickly Lin thought it might burst. He pressed play; the sharp violins of Are You Satisfied? began to play.

[downtomyunderoos]

camping trip day 1

// akihiko sanada (downtomyunderoos) & kanji tatsumi (needlepunk)

1. Kanji --

         “Hmm…still no sign of any bears. We might not actually find any until tomorrow, but hey. It’s only day 1, right? It’s ta be expected, don’cha think?” With the camp site all set up way high in the mountains, Kanji and Akihiko were determined to find those bears even if it took them all weekend!

2. Akihiko --

Watching where he trekked, Akihiko said from behind, “Ever searched for something and ended up finding it when you weren’t? Maybe that’ll be our luck.”

Every so often twigs crunched beneath his soles. Hopefully the bears didn’t hear. “I wasn’t expecting to find a penguin animal cracker in my laundry, after all.”

He almost chuckled…

Until an ominous theory crossed his mind.

“There better not be any bears in the tent.”

3. Kanji --

        “That’d be a bit silly, don’cha think? I mean…why would the bears be in our tent?”Seriously, that just sounded dumb, even to Kanji. Hell, he knew an actual bear in real life, Teddie! If anything, surely he’d know enough about bears from him that there was no way any bear would just find it’s way into their…wait a minute. Teddie WOULD invite himself into their home for food! Their tent had all their food in it!

        “Hold on! What if you’re right?!” Kanji quickly looked back down the nature trail towards their campsite, far away. “There’s food down there after all! Q-quick! Let’s get back to the camp sight!”

4. Akihiko --

What if he was right?!

He and Tatsumi already hightailed it before Akihiko could further rationalize. The slope exerted them into going at a breakneck pace. Their desperation could very well force them to tumble down the nature trail like two burly boulders at a speed which can pulverize any naive animal in their path. They were natural disasters in their own right.

The two reached the campsite… Lo and behold:

A bear in the tent.

“Come out here, you coward!”

Immediately accepting this out of expectation, Akihiko approached with blood-thirsty fists!

5. Kanji --

There it was! The bear they had been searching. Man on man, Kanji had been waiting for this his entire life! He could imagine it, now! Get up and close to a bear and smothering it with love! It was going to a be a dream come true for him and- wow hold on a minute! “Akihiko-kun, NO!”

The blonde lunged forward and tackled the older emperor to the ground before he could dive into the tent after it. What was he thinking?! “Y-you’re gonna scare it away! Hold on!” Sure their food was being eaten, but it wasn’t like they had more or that they couldn’t just leave the camp grounds to get more from a conbini or something. Besides, from the sound of it, it wasn’t a full grown bear.

Quietly he stepped inside the tent on his knees and…they were adorable. Kanji let out a slight squeal, trying to not scare the little guys. “Aki! There’s two of ‘em! We got two little bear cubs in our tent!” The were shockingly docile, allowing Kanji to pick up each little cub in hand and show them off to the one waiting outside. “THEY’RE SO CUTE!”

6. Akihiko --

“Oof—!”

Man hit ground, but at least without injuries. Excuse you? Considering past exchanges with aggressive bears that left his torso gashed up, don’t blame him for being confrontational!

Bewildered, Akihiko looked up from the dirt, seeing Tatsumi’s back as the other inspected the tent. He didn’t seem to be in danger. Actually, was hecooing over two?

He grunted getting back on his feet and followed suit. He wanted to peek over his shoulder, but Tatsumi boldly returned as if he just visited Build-A-Bear.

Cubs fumbled in his grasp. Huh. So he didn’t have to fight them.

Color Akihiko genuinely amazed. “Wow… No kidding.” Keeping a respectable distance, he merely took in the sight in front of him.

Although he anticipated fighting at least one… he’d consider bear hunting a success.

7. Kanji --

There was no stopping Kanji, now! If Akihiko wasn’t going to accept the little cup to hold then he’d be more than happy to have them both. Kanji just fell back onto the ground outside their tent with the cubs both in his arms, hold them close. For wild animals, they could actually be quiet docile and friendly. Maybe they had full tummies and now just wanted to sleep it off. Either way, all the more easy for him to enjoy cuddling bear cubs! “Aki! Their fur is so soft, man! Ya gotta pet one of ‘em! Oh boy!” It was as if this was touchable happiness to him. “Man, that’s it! I’m takin’ ‘em home with us! I’m gonna be their new mommy!”

Come to think of it…where was the mother bear?

8. Akihiko --

Tatsumi, freakishly in his own world, frankly? Alarmed Akihiko. He took a proactive stance, as if any moment he’d pounce into this bubbly-ass scene to snatch the cubs and chuck them far!

“A-are you serious?! You—you can’t take them home!” What was he thinking?

Yet before a discussion (or hell, argument) could take place, the bushes nearby noticeably rustled, followed by an indignant roar. Already on the alert because of Kanji “Papa Bear” Tatsumi, Akihiko’s eyes widened even more at Actual Mama Bear.

And she wasted no time gunning the guy who made his possessive declaration.

“Shit!” Akihiko sprung forward, too! “Kanji!”

( He wouldn’t dare let her mark him up, or— or worse. Despite Tatsumi’s selfishness… )

“Uorgh—!!!!”

Before the paw swiped, Akihiko landed an uppercut!

9. Kanji --

Kanji’s body tensed up, almost freezing when he heard the furious battle cry from the great beast of the woods. This hadn’t been expected at all! He had truly just expected to just find cute bear cubs and give them the love they deserved before declaring himself their new mommy! Why was it so wrong for a him to want to hug some fuzzy bears! Next he should just go to a leather bar.

In a panic, Kanji bolted with both cubs on him, one hanging onto his shoulders and the other on his leg as he started climbing up the nearest tree to escape…which really wasn’t going well. How the hell was he suppose to climb with two wild animals clinging to his body? It wasn’t his fault they loved him so much.

“A-AKI! DON’T HURT HER! IT’S NOT HER FAULT! HER CUBS JUST WANNA STAY WITH ME!” Actually they were falling asleep on him. Too much people food, probably.

10. Akihiko --

Akihiko continued warding the bear off while needing to make leaps away from rampage. He didn’t want to kill or injure her, leaving the cubs without a mother..! Hearing Tatsumi speak made Akihiko throw a desperate look over his shoulder; what was he in comparison?! Chopped liver??

“Dammit, just give them back!!”

11. Kanji --

        He could only watch in horror as Akihiko continued to struggle against the angered bear. This was indeed a difficult choice. Probably the most difficult of any in his entire life! It was either surrender the bear cubs that were so cutely clinging onto him, half asleep. Or…it was watch their precious mother be beaten to a bloody pulp…or time to abandon Akihiko and save his own skin. His knees shook as he clung to the soft, cuddling cubs in his arms.

        “I…I’M NOT DOIN’! LET’S JUST RUN AND HOPE WE CAN GET OUTTA HERE WITH ‘EM!” Kanji was already turning his tail and ready to bolt.

12. Akihiko --

“W-what?!”

His heart rate accelerated even more hearing such an uncooperative proposal, making Akihiko stumble backwards in a panic and bashing his spine into the tree Tatsumi clung to. It shuddered in retaliation while the bear charged towards him. Shit. Akihiko rose his forearms this time, but next thing he knew: something heavy plummeted on top of her!

13. Kanji --

        Oh crap! This was only getting worse the longer it dragged out. There was no opening for escape…for one of them. It was time to choose, or else it would be very likely that Kanji wouldbare witness to seeing one of his closest buddies be ripped to shreds. His teeth ground together, frustrated as his brain raced for anyway out of this with bothAki and the bears, but….

      Nothing could halt the piercing whail that left his throat as he hurled himself down from the branches of the high tree, crashing to the bear’s backside and tumbling to the side, cubs safe in his arms. “DON’T HURT HIM! Y-YOU CAN HAVE ‘EM BACK! JUST DON’T HURT AKI!” There was no hesitation, as with eyes shut tight, Kanji charged forward to the mother bear, arms stretched out and both cups being presented.

14. Akihiko --

Once Akihiko realized he had yet to endure agonizing pain, his eyes shot open and acknowledged how dynamic this scene unfolded into being. A brand new, total luck-based situation nobody could predict. Akihiko didn’t become any less frantic.

However, the bear managed pausing?! Such a straight-forward approach— was Tatsumi even thinking?!

Sprawled on the ground, Akihiko attempted, forced his body forward by merely extending his arm towards Tatsumi, as if it was what piloted the rest of him.

But Mother Bear just… took in the sight of her babies and approached his younger friend on all fours, grumbling agitations.

She stood and… took them? Then snarled as if she almost ripped off his head, but it was meant to intimidate. Cuss him out maybe.

She turned and disappeared into the woods.

With chest heaving from where he lain, Akihiko took in what just occurred and wheezed, “Kanji, what the FUCK?!”

15. Kanji --

        He was certainly going to be feeling that one in the morning, for sure. Kanji’s head was already pounding from the blow the bear had delivered to his skull. Yet still, he pulled himself up to meet Akihiko in the dirt. Guilt was setting in…or was it a concussion? Maybe both.

        “Damn…I-I’m sorry, Akihiko…I really screw up, didn’t I….?”

16. Akihiko --

“At least you noticed…”

Sarcasm. Akihiko slowly pulled his torso over so the adrenaline rush could pass easier as he sat.

“Just.. don’t do that again.”

Damn, if anything, he learned to never underestimate Tatsumi and his penchant for cute shit. Duly noted. Well, pushing that aside… (He couldn’t bring himself to berate the other like how Shinji used to with him; what had passed, passed.)

Another matter meant more to him. “How’re you holding up? Are you hurt?” What was important was that he was safe.

17. Kanji --

        He rubbed the pounding spot in his head. No blood, but not doubt it would swell up. “I…I should be okay but…I could use some ice if we have any in the cooler. We might wanna check to see how much the cubs ate, too or else we might not have enough food for the whole weekend.”

18. Akihiko --

“Yeah…” And thus Akihiko grunted to his feet. “I’ll check for ice.” There should be leftovers in the cooler that could be wrapped for Tatsumi. Jeez, after all this, he remained having to take care of him, huh. Akihiko’s arm twisted behind him to attempt rubbing his sore upper back while he moved.

Man, was the inside of the tent a mess. However, it seemed those cubs were incapable of lifting the cooler’s lid since everything inside appeared intact. Akihiko collected the amount he needed and prepared a makeshift ice pack for both of them.

“How’s the stash? Any luck?” Doubt sustained his inflection.

19. Kanji --

He felt bad. Kanji had caused quite a mess of things over his selfish desire of petting bear cubs. It was easy to say he had no control, or he couldn’t help it but that also felt like such a major cop out and not taking responsibility. He and Akihiko could have been killed all because of him.

The blonde momentarily was a zombie as he got up and crawled into the tent to inspect any damage or remaining food. Luckily…not as bad as he had thought. “We might have to have a light lunch and skip breakfast on the final day, but we should be alright for the weekend. The bears didn’t eat too much, like Teddie would have.”

He was trying to keep the mood light as he sat back down on a log by the empty campfire pit for Akihiko to dab at his head injury.

20. Akihiko --

This information caused his eyes to downcast. “I see… Maybe we really should’ve taken that bear down after all…”

Akihiko hadn’t tasted bear meat before.

21. Kanji --

Kanji forced out a small laugh at Akihiko’s banter. “Yeah, then we both would have gotten what we wanted. I could have kept the cubs and you still would haven gotten food!” He was silent for a moment until the other was finished addressing his injury, and some warps were tied around his forehead. “I’ll try and make it up to ya at some point durin’ the weekend, or buy ya food when we get back into town. I promise, Aki! I’m really sorry I got us into this sorta mess.”

>> day 2