#jess is smol really

[faofinn]

20. Cramping Pain

After the morning's excitement and drama of Finn’s seizure on the orienteering course, the rumours had started to fly. By lunchtime, Jess had had enough of the hushed whispers and sideways glances as their friendship group walked through. Of course, Finn had yet to return, quite happily asleep curled under Fao's duvet with Lion and a hot water bottle, but from the rumours, he could have been abducted by aliens. 

While the plan had been for Finn to return to the group after lunch, the weather had ended up calling off most of the activities. In the end, the organisers ended up putting a film on in the sport's hall, allowing the kids to mill about or watch it, letting them have a little freedom. Jess had managed to convince them to let her go see Finn, aware he wouldn't deal with the noise of the sports hall, and so spent the first half of the movie sitting in Fao's room with him. She was glad of the peace and quiet, a headache starting and just generally feeling snappy and on edge. It couldn't last forever, and she begrudgingly returned to the sports hall, keeping herself to herself. 

She was glad of bedtime, happily snuggling under the duvet and hoping the next day would be better. Of course, life was never simple (as she'd often learned with Finn), and she woke in the middle of the night with the all too familiar cramps. She couldn't help the flare of panic, quickly scrambling up out of bed and running to the toilet, hoping she was wrong. 

Unfortunately, she wasn't. Hand pressed to her mouth, she tried her best not to cry, overwhelmed and frustrated. She'd only had two before, and she hadn't expected to start while she was away, so she had nothing, completely unprepared. Trying to calm herself down, she took a few minutes to clean herself up and tried to come up with a plan. The teacher by their dorm was far from her favourite, and she didn't really trust them enough to tell them. The only adult she did trust on the trip was Fao, but he was at the other end of the corridor. 

As much as she tried to gain the courage to knock on the other teacher's door, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She'd much rather get in trouble for going to Fao a million times over. Mind made up, she grabbed her hoodie and trainers, and quietly slipped out, padding down the corridor to Fao's room and knocking quietly.

Fao slept lightly, he always had done, and when he heard the knock on the door he stirred, sitting up with a groan and flicking his bedside light on. 

“One second!” He called softly. It was probably Finn, either feeling shitty or having had a bad dream, but he threw on a hoodie regardless, padding over to the door.

When he opened it, the last thing he expected was to see Jess standing there, and he frowned. 

“Jess? Are you alright?”

She glanced around. "Can I come in please?"

He stepped back from the door. “Yeah, of course.”

Jess perched on the edge of the bed that was obviously not Fao's, fidgeting with the sleeves of her hoodie and staring at the floor. 

“Is everything okay?”

She took a shaky breath. "No. I've started bleeding and I didn't know and I didn't think I would and I don't know what to do!" 

He softened. “Oh, sweetie.” He murmured. “Your period? I can go and wake Miss Smith if you want?”

Her nod quickly changed into a shake. "No, not her."

“Okay, not her.” He said. “Is it your first time? Do you have any things with you?”

"I didn't bring anything." She couldn't help the tears that started to fall. "Dad bought me some stuff last time but it hurts and I've not got anything and it's going to get everywhere."

“Right. First thing’s first, let’s dry those tears.” Fao said, offering her a tissue. “You can give this guy a cuddle, too. I won’t tell anyone.” He reached into his bed for his little Eeyore, passing him to her. 

"Thank you." She took him gratefully, clutching him tightly. 

“There’s some things in the first aid box, but I don’t have it here. Do you want to go and get yourself some fresh underwear, and if you wait outside the girl’s toilets I’ll bring you some stuff. Then we’ll go and get a hot chocolate and I can get you some paracetamol.”

"Thank you, Fao." She managed a small smile.

“It’s okay. You can take Eeyore with you if you want.”

Her smile widened. "Thank you.

“He’s a good companion, just don’t tell the others, yeah?” He offered her a grin. 

"I won't." She stood, quickly giving him a hug before disappearing off to get sorted. 

He slipped out of his room, to the little staff room where they kept the first aid kit, and made a note of what he was taking, as he’d been told to do. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for Jess, she’d had a shit day and this was only making things worse for her, but he was glad she’d trusted him enough to come to him. He was quiet as he headed to the girl’s toilets, waiting for Jess outside. 

Jess wasn't long, clutching both Eeyore and a bag to her chest. She greeted Fao with a small smile, trying to pretend things were more okay than they were. 

“Here, I got you a few bits and pieces, though I’m not the best person to explain them all. Take it all, use whatever you need, and then we’ll go get that hot chocolate.”

She took them gratefully, swapping the supplies for Eeyore. Her father had actually been decent in his explanations and education, and she was quietly confident as she cleaned herself up further. She put the spares in her bag, alongside her dirties wrapped in plastic bag, and headed to meet Fao. The promise of hot chocolate and paracetamol had already helped, along with Fao's reaction and support, of course. 

He met her outside, giving her a supportive smile, and then led the way to the staff room. He pushed the door open, propping it open with a door stop, and flicked the lights on. “Get comfy on the sofas, I’ll get these paracetamol for you and put the kettle on. Do you want eeyore back?”

Jess hesitated, giving a small nod as she took Eeyore. As mature as she often acted, the small stuffed animal was comfort for all of them, and the fact Fao had offered it to her meant the world. She settled on the sofa, pulling a pillow across her stomach and curling up. 

He put the kettle on, waiting for it to boil as he sorted out the tablets. “Right, here’s the paracetamol, and here’s some water. If that doesn’t help the cramps you can have some ibuprofen too, but try the paracetamol first.” He said, handing both the tablets and the water to her. She looked so small, curled up on the sofa, and it broke his heart. She acted so mature, but really she was just a kid, and it was no fun being on your period away from home. He made her a hot chocolate, a tea for himself, and passed her the mug. “Here you go. Careful, it’s hot.”

She rubbed her eyes before taking the mug in both hands, holding onto it for a moment. "Thanks, Fao."

“It’s okay. Do you want to go back to bed?”

"Can I wait for the paracetamol to work please?"

“Yeah, of course you can.” He said, sitting down on the sofa with her, hands curled around his own mug. 

"I'm sorry for waking you up." She murmured. 

“Don’t be. I’m glad you did, there’s no use in suffering in silence.”

"I didn't know who else to go to." She admitted. "I didn't want to go to the teachers, because it's embarrassing."

“Not too embarrassing to tell your boyfriend’s big brother, though.” He teased. “I get it, but there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s just life.”

"It is embarrassing." She pushed, taking a sip. "And you're like my big brother, you're family."

“I’m glad you think so. You can always come to me, for anything, yeah?”

"Thank you." They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, drinking their hot drinks. The paracetamol hadn't really done anything, the pain grating on her despite everything. Her lip trembled as she turned to Fao, hating herself. "Fao? Do you have any of Finn’s hot things?"

He frowned, turning to her. “Yeah, I do. Still sore?” 

She nodded. "I'm sorry I'm being a pain."

“You’re not being a pain at all. They’re in my room, I’ll go and grab you one.” He said, standing up and setting his tea down on the side. He wasn’t long at all, nipping to his room, and was back within a few moments, holding one of Finn’s disposable heat packs. “Here we go. Do you know how to use it?”

"Thank you." She took it carefully. "I've done them for Finn before."

“Perfect. Should help with those cramps.”

"I'm sorry for causing such a fuss." She put her mug on the side as she sorted the heat pack out, pressing it onto her top under her hoodie. Frustrated and tired, she quietly curled up on the sofa, hoping the heat would finally help. 

“Hey, no. No need to be sorry, it’s what I’m here for.” He said gently. 

She sniffed, rubbing her eyes. "Not in the middle of the night."

“Especially in the middle of the night.”

"I'm meant to be asleep and fine."

“It happens. I know I’m here because of Finn but I’m looking after everyone, yeah?”

She nodded. "It means a lot."

“Can I do anything else to help?”

"I don't know." She admitted, thinking. "Last time, Finn rubbed my back and that helped. He was really good, just like you've been."

“He’s good really, eh?” Fao said softly, reaching out to rub her back. 

"Thank you." She hummed in appreciation. "He gets a lot of crap, but he doesn't deserve it, not really."

“Mostly from me, but that’s what brothers are for.”

That made her laugh. "He loves you."

“Doesn’t mean we don’t give each other shit.”

"I wish I was as close with my brother as you two are." She sighed, the pain finally starting to shift.

“Finn and I are so close because he tried to die on me.”

"We weren't that hurt." She shrugged. "I don't remember it, but he does."

Fao hummed. “You might get closer again when you get older.”

"He thinks I'm a stupid girl." She laughed. 

He laughed. “Us men are the stupid ones.”

"Sheila agrees." She murmured sleepily.

“Because she knows everything.”

"She does."

[guiltyasdave]

say you'll see me again

epilogue • series masterlist

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

word count: 789 (it's a smol one)

tags/warnings: explicit smut -> 18+ mdni, dbf!Dave, somewhat unhealthy relationship dynamics (in the past), daddy issues (reader’s dad sucks big time), able-bodied reader, no use of y/n, divorced Dave, angst, but also... nice things :)

a/n: co-written with my angel @joelscurls, i love you <3

this is me officially saying goodbye to these two babies and i'm extremely emotional about it. i loooooved writing this story, it has brought me so much joy, it's my favorite thing that i've created and they really mean the world to me.

this story has received so much love and i'm beyond grateful for everyone who has read, liked, commented or reblogged <3 i hope you like this ending as much as i do.

follow @guiltyasdavenotifs for updates and find jess’ masterlist here and my masterlist here :)

dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics 🤍

No one’s there to cheer you on at your graduation ceremony, no one to sit in the audience and clap when your name is being called and you walk across the stage. You didn’t invite anyone. 

A small part of you, the part that still feels like the 12 year old girl who thought that her father would love her if she only tried hard enough, had hoped that somehow he would know anyway. Would show up to surprise you. 

It’s less of a surprise that he didn’t. 

When you accept the certificate with your name on it, it gives you a grim sense of satisfaction. You’ve done it on your own. On your own terms, with your own money.

Your father had all but thrown you out of the house after seeing you leave on the security camera footage mere hours after he’d declared that you were grounded. It’s been a challenge, adjusting to the lack of his financial aid, getting by entirely on your own. It also felt like freedom, like you were finally able to breathe. 

You swallow down the bitterness that stings in your chest and rises up your throat when you watch your classmates, your friends, surrounded by their families. Proud smiles, hands on shoulders, long hugs. Fueling a longing that’s been there for as long as you can remember. It wouldn’t have been like that with your father anyway. 

You’re better off like this, with the person who, despite his insistent claims, is the one who actually brought you to this moment: Yourself. 

The buildings of the town you were raised in are surrounding you, a familiar backdrop as you make your way down the street. You don’t know why you felt the need to come here. Maybe you had to visit one last time, after leaving in a panicked rush, too hurt to dare to look back. Maybe you can say goodbye now, and your mind will stop torturing you with questions of what could have been, daydreams of scenarios that you wished had turned out differently. Maybe you can clear out the remains of the battlefield that it turned into, and finally make peace with it. 

You had wished to be able to hate David. Hate him for not wanting you, hate him for pushing you away. Hate him for the way he changed you, for showing you a connection that you haven’t been able to feel with anyone else. But you never could. 

It’s not hard to understand in hindsight, why making you leave seemed like the right thing to do for him. Looking back, you think that it actually was. Though that never made losing him hurt any less. 

If anything, you wish you could hate him because the fact that he did the right thing makes you want him more. 

The door shuts behind you and your eyes adjust to the dim light of the bar. Your shoes are sticky against the ground. It’s a far cry from the country club you used to go to. But you’re also a far cry from the girl who used to go there. No black little designer dress on your body, no expensive heels clicking against the floor. And no fear. No fear of being ignored, no fear of being talked down to, no fear of having to make yourself small. 

You’re free to be yourself, now. 

You walk towards the counter, hop up on one of the stools. It scratches against the wooden floor, mixing with the faint sound of rock music playing from a speaker in the corner. 

There’s movement beside you, the silhouette of a man caught in the corner of your eye. The drum of his fingertips against the counter. 

“Evening.” 

The wave of a memory builds up in your mind within moments, flooding your every thought. The smooth rumble of his voice. The shape of his face when you turn towards him. The strong nose, the hard line of his jaw, the permanent pout on his lips that you can still feel against yours when you try really hard to remember. The deep brown shade of his eyes that still means safety to you. 

When thinking about him, you had always pictured him somewhere new, somewhere you couldn’t reach him. It seems silly, now that he’s right here, like a piece falling into place. Of course he’s here.

Your lips pull up into a smile. No shyness, no worries of doing something that you shouldn’t. 

“Hi.”

“I’ve never seen you around here before,” he echoes back the first words you’ve ever spoken to him. He remembers, just like you. Just like he said he would. Your smile grows wider. 

You’re free to be yourself, now. 

...i'm trying really hard not to cry right now. if you enjoyed this, please consider letting me know <3

[just-pot-over-here]

Ok, of course, yes please also tell us about your favorite Crutchie and why!

LETS FUCKING GOOOO OKAY

i have no problem with AKB as a person!! just getting that out of the way because i WILL shit on his portrayal of Crutchie swiftly and without remorse.

AKB is very good at playing the happy-go-lucky, innocent, wide eyed comedic relief character. he plays the same type of character in tuck everlasting as Jesse, and in the Dracula reimagining he's in now. he's a good actor and he plays that typecast well!

the problem is, that isn't Crutchie. i feel like AKB drastically sanitized the character that was written in the script. he made Crutchie into this pure and wholesome caricature of a disabled person, who gets pushed around and defended and is always upbeat about it. The general atmosphere of fan spaces in 2017 didn't help that at all either. I remember a lot of infantilizing Crutchie, all sorts of "smol boi ray of sunshine" shit. he was treated like this defenseless, needy little thing. he wasn't a person.

I really feel like Matthew Duckett (an actual disabled actor! almost like it matters!) read the same script as AKB, and got a person out of it instead of a pity sponge. Matthew's Crutchie is, to put it plainly, a little shit. He antagonizes the Delanceys, fights cops, slingshots his friends when he gets bored. He's playful and funny, but he's also whip-smart, fast on his feet, and will talk shit like it's nobody's business. his doubt about the strike isn't him being scared and worried about fighting, it's him being a realist and a strategist, recognizing flaws in their plan that jack isn't even thinking about. He isn't this defenseless little blob that the other newsies have to constantly worry about, but a competent and capable part of the community. one of jack's right hands and confidants, an intelligent and necessary part of the strike. it makes it so much more devastating when he's taken to the refuge. jack falls apart because he's lost his friend, brother, and equal, not because he let poor little Crutchie get captured by the cops.

and when Matthew's Crutchie gets back from the refuge, he is happy to be back and see his friends, but he is also angry. he's angry and hurt and has a lot of other emotions going on, which you can see when he cuffs Snyder. he doesn't just bounce right back, he is affected tremendously. like a REAL GODDAMN PERSON.

i love how Matthew Duckett gave Crutchie room to be a capable, emotional character instead of a clean-cut sunny blob. you can really see that he isn't just Crutchie, he's Sean (or Charlie or whatever name you prefer), the real person.

AKB made Crutchie a caricature, Matthew Duckett brought him to life.

[lonelinessinthemirrordimension]

You’re my best friend

Hobie Brown • They/Them Pronouns • Just a couple of besties in the spider society giving mentors a hard time while also making the best of the time they get together. Even when shit hits the fan • SFW/Smol ANGST • TW: Some tragic backstories mentioned / Minor Injuries / Miguel being Miguel

For @cabinofcontentment

“The big angry panther really wants me on this anomaly?” Hobie scoffs walking beside Jessica on their way to the briefing room.

“Yes and I thought you would be a little more excited for this one”

“Now why is that?” The punk tilts his head a bit curious, but was met with annoyance from one of his mentors.

“Hobie. You don’t read the anomaly reports before these meetings do you?” Jessica asks watching that devilish smile of his emerge. “Alright. Well you’ll enjoy your partner on this one, they have not shut up about their excitement”

“Now I’m curious on who it—-“

“Hobie!” The familiar voice was music to his ears watching the figure run out of the darkness in Miguel’s office into the light revealing Y/F/N Y/L/N.

The spider person of Earth-838. A universe that is prepared for most problems that may or may not arise. So why have a Spiderman in this universe? Well shit still happens at a level that doesn’t concern the Illuminati. Leaving it to Y/N to take care of where they reside in the West Coast.

Hobie has always admired them since they’ve joined spider society around the same time he did. They were a chaotic little spitfire with their dark silver suit with sea-foam accents on their arms and legs. Then the outlier of the deep red spider sprawled on their back. They were one of the few organic spider people, he grew to know and that arachnid gracing their shoulders is a part of the organic webbing and improved vision. If you think about Spiderman from Earth-199999 and his suit’s self defense system ���Kill mode”, that’s what they have. Except it’s infused to their spine and comes out whenever they need it. Never for killing though. That’s a bit extreme don’t you think?

But Y/N wasn’t in their suit for that meeting. They had been called for a briefing in the middle of one of their self care days.

“Are you exciting for this anomaly? We are helping Spider-cat in his universe!”

“Oh I didn’t—-“

“Yeah I figured. I’ll catch yea up enough so Miguel doesn’t have a tantrum” Y/N smiles about to inform Hobie but they couldn’t help but notice the laugh they got out of Jessica. “Oh Ben owes me ten bucks” they smile even more when Jessica playful glared at them to the whispered comment while Hobie chuckles to himself.

Hobie was informed enough by Y/N’s standards when they reached Miguel’s floating pad. He instantly knew the man would be in a mood and a clear give away was the eight legs sprouting out of Y/N’s back launching them off the ground high enough to avoid the computer panel Miguel had thrown their direction.

“Aye. We don’t need an in work injury now do we?” Hobie scoffs as Y/N hops back down from the ceiling feeling Jessica’s hand rest on their shoulder once their tense expression subsided.

“You are late. Y/N could’ve taken care of it by now”

“Right. Well. Are you going to speak or continue to have a fit?”

“Just. Y/N get suited and you two head the fuck out already. If you need backup, Jess is on call” Miguel sighs turning away from them to return to his personal anomaly search.

The three headed out of the room not even after five minutes of being in there. Guess Miguel wanted his frustration taken out on someone almost in a literal physical sense. Hobie watches Y/N stretch their back slightly once the legs retracted, noticing how they pierced through what seemed to be a new jacket.

“You heard Miguel. You need backup, I’m there” Jess reminds the two before going to check up on her new mentees.

“He seemed a bit miffed this mornin’” Hobie comments on his behavior while following Y/N to one of the locker rooms so that they can get suited up given he was already.

“I heard a rumor that he found more information about the 42 anomaly. Before you and Jess came, he was talking about it with me…then got pissed and tossed his cup of coffee at me that time”

“…Alright?” The concern in his voice shot right through them as they instantly grabbed his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m okay” Y/N smiles before pushing him back playfully, entering the locker room to get suited up.

Entering Spider-cat’s universe was exciting for Y/N given they were curious if it was all cats or only animals. Like the movie zootopia, something they watched from someone else’s universe, except not humanoid. It was the first one. All cats.

“You can’t take one home” Hobie spoiled their seeded plan knowing Y/N was pouting behind their mask. “Let’s find Peter before—-“

Suddenly a cat tree that was made into a building barreled its way toward Hobie and Y/N, Hobie quickly taking his guitar and strumming loud enough to rapture the building while Y/N had quickly moved the cats out of the way of the fallen debris.

“WHY AM I IN A PLACE FULL OF FUCKING FELINES?!” A Doc Ock anomaly was their target as his tentacles grabbed building after building and tossing them all over the place while Spider-cat quickly webbed them up to avoid any of them hitting other cats.

“Isn’t the story of Spider-cat a bit gruesome?”

“Different spider-cat. There’s 3 from what I understand. But one isn’t actually a spider person.” Y/N informs as they started to make their way to help Spider-cat take care of the Doc Ock with Hobie following shortly behind.

As Doc Ock continued to toss the buildings toward now 3 spider people, Y/N did their best to latch their web onto them and quickly swing them back toward the villain as Hobie started to grab cat after cat directing them carefully away from the commotion even if it meant tossing a few into a big web he made.

“This guy torturing cats!” Y/N groans as their legs formed from their back to help them move quickly against the building.

Spider-cat let out an angered hiss toward Hobie indicating he’s the one torturing the cats because again, he was tossing them into a web to avoid them getting hurt by the anomaly.

“Sorry, fella. I’ll take care of it when we’re done”

“More so I will. Since I know how to get rid of the webbing faster than most spider people” Y/N quickly comments as they launch themselves toward Doc Ock with an extreme force courtesy of their spider legs from their back.

But as they were retracting themselves back into place, Doc’s tentacle suddenly grabbed some of their legs forcing it out of Y/N before throwing them into a nearby building.

“Y/N!” Hobie yells as he quickly picked up the pace in his step taking his guitar and knocking the doc off his feet noticing the webbing latched onto his ankles.

Soon the doc was dragged through his own mess and lifted off the ground, both Hobie and Spider-cat watching Y/N had gotten themselves out of the rubble tugging on the anomaly throwing the doc over them and harshly into the ground. Enough to knock the villain out. When the two came over and Spidercat took care of tying the villain up, Hobie noticed Y/N shaking a bit.

“Hey—Y/N, are you alright, mate?” Hobie tried to get them to respond but given when he tried to lay a comforting hand, they retracted. “Alright. Alright…Come on my feline friend. Let’s clean up this rubbish”

While the two took care of such, Y/N took the trap Miguel invented to secure Doc Ock and have him transported back to the spider society watching him disappear before going through the rubble making sure no one left anything. But also picking up two of their legs that the villain managed to actually rip out of their back.

“Lyla?”

“Yes Y/N?” The small hologram appeared by their head and instantly took note of the situation. “You should be seen at spider society immediately. Has this happened before?” She asks watching them shake their head as she didn’t wait to call in Jess to help Hobie and spider-cat clean up.

Hobie never liked this part of the job, cleaning up in a sense was simply taking care of whatever the anomaly may have left. Having to leave the destruction of the universe to the locals. But after doing his part and taking in a few locals’ attention by giving them pets, Hobie watched a portal open revealing Jess.

“Oy!” Hobie calls out to gain her attention as she let Lyla do a quick scan of the area. “Why are you here?”

“Lyla sent Y/N back. Did you not see what happen?” Jess questions Hobie who was just as confused as she was, hoping that he’d give her some answers.

Next thing the two knew, Spider-cat trotted his way over and meowed into his watch which lead to the scene being played out for them. Hobie’s normally neutral expression went to anxiety watching Doc Ock grab Y/N by their spider legs and tearing two off when tossing them.

“Fucking hell…”

“Shit. Lyla do a scan of the scene for…yeah. Then we’ll call it—-“ Jess turns to watch Hobie leave through a portal making her sigh. “I can’t be mad at him”

“Everything is cleaned up. All Spider-cat’s deal now”

“Alright. I gotta go check on my kid” Jess refers to anyone she mentors as her kids, Y/N being one of them.

Entering spider society, Hobie looked around for his partner not finding them in any of the places he’d think they would be. Even went to the infirmary and couldn’t find them there. Next thing he knew, a hand through a portal grabbed the back of his guitar strap pulling him through and into the universe with Earth-838.

“Why did you go to the society first?” Jessica caught him off guard as most injuries would get reported.

“Thought they’d be there”

“Their injuries were too much for our docs to handle so they went to the Illuminati of their universe to get checked out.”

“How do you—-“

“Do you not use any of the utilities at the society?”

The punk instantly gave her a deadpan look to her question as Jessica couldn’t believe she even asked that.

Y/N’s universe knew about the multiverse and took care of anomalies in their own way. But given their connection with spider society with the help of their own spider, the worry was very small for incursions.

The two walked through the Illuminati building and was met with Dr. Palmer and her infectious smile.

“They’re alright. The arachnid in their spine is similar to a few species that are able to regenerate their legs. So they’ll be back in a few weeks” Palmer shows an x-ray of their back to Jess while Hobie decided to slip past them. “But it will be painful and best if they don’t be on call for a while”

“I agree. We have enough capable individuals to cover for their time. What did you do with—“

“Y/N buried them. We aren’t going to question it, even if Richards wants to desperately.” Palmer laughs leading Jess to the main laboratory watching Richards getting his hands smacked away from Hobie as he was sat beside Y/N who was trying to hide in the rafters. “Reed. Cmon. Give them a break”

“I wanted to check the hematoma before they returned home. But this one is being rather annoying” Reed sighs only to be smacked in the head by a boot. “Excuse me!”

“Hobie!” Jess exclaims as both Hobie and Y/N pretend like nothing had happened. “Are you serious?!”

“What? He was botherin’ my favorite person. Just doing everybody a favor”

“By throwing your shoe at Mr. Richards?!”

“Who says it was my shoe?” Hobie flipped himself to hang upside down from the beam they were sitting on as Y/N did the same thing mimicking him before slipping slightly. They were on pain killers from the pain and it wasn’t a good idea to do their spider shenanigans. But when they fell, Hobie quickly webbed them and carefully setting them on the floor.

“Okay hun, how about let’s not get any more injuries and get you home” Jess laughs helping them up and removing the webs off them.

The two took care of getting Y/N home and Jess left Hobie alone with them for just a moment knowing he can’t stay in their universe for too long. Because of Miguel’s rules. But she wasn’t going to rat him out, she has a soft side for the both of them.

“Alright?” Hobie gently nudged their shoulder as they were sitting on the balcony of Y/N’s apartment overlooking the beach.

“Mhm. You…uhm. Gonna spend the night? I know it’s not your thing”

Hobie scoffs in a playful manner wrapping his arm carefully around their shoulders.

“You’re my best friend, dear” He smiles watching their eyes light up to what he’s to say next. “How could I say no to yea?”

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Voice Headcanon (Supernova Initiative Edition)

I had this idea a few moments ago... do any of you have voice claims for your OCs? I never really thought much about it beforehand, but after giving it some thought I realized I do have some voice claims/headcanons for my OCs, even if subconsciously lol.

If you like this pls reblog or reply! <3

So I'm gonna share some of my OC voice headcanons from Supernova Initiative!

Jack Tithus - (voice headcanon) Spider-Man, from Spectacular Spiderman (Josh Keaton)

Deimos Soll - (voice headcanon) Lotor, from Voltron Legendary Defender (A.J LoCascio)

Kye Thalax - (voice headcanon) Hades, from Hercules (James Wood)

Cassiopeia Tithus - (voice headcanon) Jinx, from Arcane (Ella Purnell)

Artemis Zreeth - (voice headcanon) Vance Hopper, from The Black Phone (Brady Hepner)

Noctus - (voice headcanon) Daemon Targaryen, from House of The Dragon (Matt Smith)

Aleks Keldora - (voice headcanon) Soren, from The Dragon Prince (Jesse Inocalla)

Gabi Ophyria (voice headcanon) Kate Bishop, from Hawkeye (Hailee Steinfeld)

Jasper Astrophell - (voice headcanon) Zagreus, from the Hades game (Darren Korb)

Meridian Shardd - (voice headcanon) Angel Dust, from Hazbin Hotel (Blake Roman) or Scaramouche, from Genshin Impact (Patrick Pedraza)

Vesper Foxx - (voice headcanon) Morgana The Fallen, from League of Legends (Erica Lindbeck)

Pax Stellaryn - (voice headcanon) Thomas, Maze Runner (Dylan O'Brien)

Lyorna Alyrii - (voice headcanon) Astrid, from How To Train Your Dragon (America Ferrera

All rights reserved to the respective sources of the voices, this is just for fun.

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Let me know if you'd like to be added!

[ihaventcomeupwthanameforaheroyet]

(I'm not really back yet, but... some more doll photos.)

At some point in Maharet's household, once Thorne's eyes were restored and he was released from his chains...

Maharet:

This is your sister, Thorne. Want to hold her?

Thorne:

*sees Jesse for the first time*

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

*holds her*

Mael:

H-hey! She's my girlfriend!!!

Thorne:

*holds her more*

So. Just a few pics of Thorne holding Jesse (SHE SMOL).

POV: your sister looks like this/POV: your brother looks at you like this (they are not actual siblings, IDK if it makes it better or worse)

More pics of Thorne holding Jesse bcs I don't know when to stop (and neither does he... can you blame him though?).

No, really. She looks like a smaller, cuter, non-intimidating version of Maharet, what is he supposed to do? Not hold her all the time? If it makes Mael angry, that's even better!

[aibidil]

I watched this interesting YouTube video a few months ago about why it seems like people today look younger than they used to (like, see a photo of your dad at 35 and then dudes today who are 35) and they were saying most of it is really just a bias where our brains impute age from the fashion/vibe.

I can't stop thinking about this since -- and so much of it is about defining ourselves as NOT what came before. My aunts who are in their 80s have these hairstyles that are very carefully NOT looking like my grandma, who had the white curls short do. I would never consider cutting my hair short bc it reminds me of my mom in the 90s with the poofy top, short hair mom do. I have never dyed my hair despite the greys, and somehow this isn't "old" coded to me -- because none of the people in the previous generation ever went gray!!! To me, it looks older to have dyed hair!!!

But just as wild, this also applies to those who are younger than us! The best example I have of this is men's sock choice with shorts and sneakers. When I was a kid, dads wore EXCLUSIVELY high socks, usually white, with shorts and sneakers. I believe my dad died without ever wearing an ankle sock. So dudes my age just deeply feel that the high socks are old-coded and have worn low-cut socks their entire adulthood. But now the next Gen is wearing high socks! Usually black! Like these kids would not be caught dead in a low sock. So clearly this type of fashion identity means that we enter cycles of fashion, or weird onward evolution to try to come up with things that don't have Old connotation.

I keep getting these suggested posts about how millennials should stop dressing x and and do y instead, and I just feel like it's somewhat futile to attempt to get around these beliefs because they are SO ingrained. Even if it fit my gender, I would never consider wearing a skintight mini-dress! That's something that Uncle Jesse's girlfriends would wear in 1992 when I was a smol! No one my age would wear that!!! I don't care if it would make me look less "of my generation", because to ME the connotations are ✨HAVE MERCY✨

So when we look at people who are older than us and think they are dressing old, what's fascinating is that they AREN'T dressing old according to their own definition of what it looks like to be old. And paradoxically, sometimes when you tell someone older to dress younger, you're asking them to wear something that, to their embedded understanding, actually, to them, looks OLD!

Anyway fashion is fake but this is also all very very real in terms of how deep these things are in us, and I think people don't dress "old," they simply dress according to their own generation, and attempting to get around that is pretty much never going to work.

Which isn't to say you should wear the same thing forever, but the potential zone of fashion possibilities is going to be different for each generation, and maybe that's kinda lovely 🤷🏻

[bobbys-not-that-small]

LW&Co Series Commentary - Ep 8: "Not The Eternal"

Here's the rewatch commentary that no one asked for! Take a shot every time I say "erasure". Context: my 2nd time watching the show, but first time post reading the books

Part: one, two, three, four & five, six, seven, eight

The last part!! Hope these weren’t too completely out-of-context, but it’s just an excuse for you to rewatch the show ;)

They really used the hell out of the ghost lamps for cinematic shots huh? Also it's literally probably the same single prop for all of them, so where's its credits then?

They must be FREEZING, at night, dripping wet, Lucy's literally in a dress with no jacket

"This doesn't feel like winning" oof really giving those death-wish Lockwood TEG vibes

Also just want to point out here in the last installment Lockwood's funny rectangular tie

OH MY GOSH YEAH little Lockwood pre LW&Co and George but also post-Jess?? BOY NEEDS A HUG

Why is it always "I forgive you" and never "Grenadier Guard or Policeman?"

Joplin's glittery silver scarf looks a bit like a silver net - wonder if it offers any ghost protection?

Joplin: "I need you" - exactly what George just needs one of the others to say to him 😭

I love that it's implied that Kipps is really really good at tailing people without them noticing (I guess this is book canon too, Mr fence-painter extraordinaire)

The catafalque is sooooo creepy but also kind of cool

YESS KIPPS but also no wonder he's terrified, he's starting to lose his sight (oops, beat George to it!)

Lucy: "stop glowing so much! that was to the skull btw" Lockwood: " yeah no kidding, I got that one"

In the first shot where Kat and Bobby square up to fight Lockwood, you can't see Bobby's rapier so it looks like he's just brought his fists to a swordfight hahaha

He does look suitably smol in that bit though, I approve (anyway he's not THAT small after all)

HI NED

REMEMBER, JUST RECKLESS ENOUGH, OK? *cue me sobbing*

Winkman's so funny "wait guys before we fight them I need to take off my jacket so I can fight them in my tank top and be all cool”

YES BOBBY!!! <3

NO BOBBY!!!!

Kipps hun, ru crying?

YES KAT

Oh wait guys, pay attention, we're about to be ROBBED of the no glasses George looking moment

ALSO Joplin and George glasses-less fight erasure

ALIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Oof good evil lighting on Lou (Joplin)

The Lucy/George friendship is the best (see La Belle Dame from TEG)

Lockwood's responses are literally me every time the Golden Blade shows up. He's just a less iconic version of Sir Rupert Gale - where's the unbearable aftershave and gaudy tweed suit? *Lockwood voice* BoRiNg!

Lol Kipps in the bag

I don't like the artistic choice of the "looking into the bone glass" SFX, but I do think it's cool to have Lucy falling and hanging from the skull

George saves the day obviously

Kipps: "...guys.... nice wholesome moment... still in the bag here..."

Lucy: "this is not how you die" Lockwood: "how do you know?" Lucy: "because... we won't let you" IS THE HESISTATION BECAUSE SHE'S JUST SEEN THAT VISION OF FROZEN GHOST TOUCHED LOCKWOOD?!?!?! DONT HURT ME LIKE THAT

Kipps, my burnt out early 20s beloved <3

Stupid time to point this out but I kind of hate-love the little trouser stirrups of the Fittes uniforms

Barnes: "you guys are being suspiciously compliant but for once I'm going to ignore it"

Obviously the room! And Lockwood in orange socks (or are they pink? I guess I’ll never know)

K bye, hope you enjoyed!

[kariachi]

Happy fic! To counter the other shit I've been posting. For me and Nix's Jones stuff, set back when so many characters were smol.

Daemon AU, a spring morning at the Jones Passover Get-Together.

~~

Steam wisped white off the mug of coffee in her hands as Eva leaned on the freshly bare spot on the porch railing. Rufus was a warm spot on the chest against the unseasonable chill, their breaths both puffy clouds. Near everything was covered in the thin layer of snow that had fallen the night before, the sort that crunched under your boots. Or at least under hers, they’d be woken that morning to Val and Liron yelling at the younger kids for running out without boots.

Okay, not so much that as their yelling at Casey and Harry for letting them, but still.

Nobody’d tattled on who exactly had been running around in socks and slippers, and the entire family was unendingly proud about it. Even Arnie and Sisel, no matter how much they tried to pretend otherwise. They could be as much their damming-pair’s as they wanted, it took more than that to breed out Jones blood. As it stood they’d just heaved sighs as she and Rufus grabbed their mug, all half-hearted bitching about bad influences, threats not to come next year as if they hadn’t been saying that since their oldest were big enough to find trouble. The younger pair had just laughed, in as close to harmony as you could get with such different lung capacities, and headed outside- pausing just long enough to give Devin, curled up under a blanket by the fireplace with his own tea, a kiss, with another for Harvey as he and Dolly dragged their way towards the kitchen.

No one missed Passover if they could help it, and the greatest evidence was right out in the yard. The snow was practically cleared, the bright green of the grass a stark contrast to the white of the rest of the world. The pounding feet of- Eva took a moment to do a headcount- thirteen pairs of children running around, human, hybrid, daemon all, did that. Even if they can’t have been up even an hour. Really, they were all lucky the babies were too young to join them, and Val and Liron had deemed themselves Too Grown Up to run around in whatever wild game it was Casey and Harry seemed to have thrown together.

Aunt Francie and Sel would’ve had nothing left but mud.

“You know,” Rufus said, his small voice crisp in the morning air, carrying a playful tone like a leaf on a breeze. “I don’t think we’re gonna be able to keep having Passover here passed this lot.”

“Hm?”

“Thirteen here, four more in the house-” He fluffed himself a bit more against the chill and Eva lifted the mug so he could leech some extra warmth from it. “-at this rate we can expect up to thirty in the next generation.” She snorted, shaking her head with a grin.

“Hey now, if our girls take enough after Devin and Jubi they’ll have thirty all on their own.” Rufus’s peeping laughter was like windchimes to her ears as she scanned the crowd for the toddlers in question. Was hard to pick out anybody specific with all the running, yelling, laughing, but she’d have put money the owlet managing a weasel’s war dance around Vio and Inanna was Annelie. Those two were taking so much after she and Rufus’s siring-pair, they wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up another mustelid for the family.

“Okay,” he said, “we can expect over fifty. And we’re too stubborn to die young, we’re gonna have to worry about it.”

“No, Liz and Marzell are gonna have to worry about it,” Eva pointed out, turning as waving as their Aunt Abbie and Jesse (they had too many Jesses in the family…) stepped outside, tailed after by Charlie, Saph, Jake, and Saria, “they’re the oldest.”

“Do we want to know,” Jesse asked, a laugh already on his whiskers.

“Just talking about the kids,” Eva said, trusting Rufus to keep his eyes on them. Odds were against something happening, but they were a rambunctious bunch. Plus, a host of Jones kids, you couldn’t be sure some sort of portal to nowhere wouldn’t just open up under them.

“And the menaces your branch’s are,” Charlie teased, Saph laughing loud and low as he and Eva set to sticking their tongues out at each other. They were cousins, it was allowed.

“And whether they’re gonna have enough of their own to chase us out this house,” Rufus said. You could just about see the realization that he had twin girls, whose grandma’d had twins, trundle across Jake’s eyes. Saria just gave an amused huff and took a seat by the railing, tail lazily wagging.

“If I don’t get at least four grandchildren,” she said, “we’re stealing some of yours.”

“You’ll have to fight Devin and Jubi for them, remember,” Abbie said, having by now cleared a spot on the rail for herself and Jesse.

“We could take ‘em.”

“Can you take Eva and Rufus though, once you kick their favorites’ asses,” Saph pointed out, flopping over in the snow as Charlie finished clearing a space on the stairs and sat down. Saria took a moment for that, she and her other half eyeing the other pair up. Eva just smirked at them, Rufus gesturing a challenge with his beak. Eventually both sets fell into laughter.

“Probably be safer to just pressure the kids, take whatever Liz and Mar do to us for it,” Jake said, throwing up his arms as her went round to their other side. Saria made a big show of tucking her tail between her legs as she followed, like she wasn’t damn near skipping.

“Damn straight,” Eva laughed as they all turned to watch the kids as they talked, conversation settling into the same old easy old. Work, love, family, promises to remind each other to tell that one story once everyone was together for lunch. Offers to hunt down enemies, with promises to let everyone know if it came to that. Silence when one of the kids hit the ground hard enough to pause the play, or things almost passed sparring into proper fighting. Gentle coos when Tony and Rochelle ran over with a scraped palm for their grandpair to kiss better, immediately dashing back into the fray once exposed to ‘gramma magic’.

By the time the youngest kids started to flag, the snow was melting under the morning sun. Eva’s mug dangled empty from a few fingers, Rufus perched comfortably on the rim, as she watched the eldest of the kids start grabbing up the toddlers- two under Casey’s arms and three small daemons on Ketty’s back- and start heading for the house. It was enough, alongside JJ pulling the others back into their play, for a strong dose of pride to settle in her gut. She reached out and ruffled Eddie’s hair as they all passed, smiling bright alongside the others, nodding their approval to the older set. Proper Joneses, all of them, looking out for each other like no one else could. It was the sort of thing that left you warm, Especially when you looked in the sliding doors and watched the little ones getting bundled by the fire, folks asking after how the games were going, Sid and Elah getting scolded for- she was certain- telling their siblingpair to get the sticks out their butts and come play, a cousin seeing her through the glass and raising a coffee pot in offer.

Could damn near bring a tear to a weaker woman’s eye.

She loved her family so damn much.

[kaifish-pond]

Howdy Hai! I’m Kai (Oshun/Fox also work!)

I’m a regressor, but this blog is not ONLY regression, but I try and keep it PG, PG-13 at absolute most (Social Justice Stuff gets posted here which is why it gets bumped in rating)

I don’t often look at messages, but I dont mind if you send me a message, it just may take a LONG time for me to get back to you!

I am a relic in internet terms ig. I’m 27 (So I’m a Zillennial, was born at the VERY tail end of ‘96)

I am nonbinary, I was raised as a woman, and still ID strongly with femininity and girlhood, BUT I am still nonbinary bc I do not feel fully woman. I’m like a femme genderflux person with a leaning towards agender. I also use Neopronouns; Pupself and Oceanself, but you can also use She/They and sometimes he

This account is my main account and is the one I follow from. 

I LOVE invertebrates! Right now I’m obsessed with Eresus hermani and Arthrosphaera fumosa. They are BOTH so cute it's maddening! My Nonnie says in the next couple years I will be able to build my own Invertebrate shed!

I have a GREAT love for the Devonian Period, it is ABSOLUTELY FASCINATING! My favorite animal from the period is Dunkleosteus, they were TANKS, just so badass! I also have a soft spot for Tikaaliks (Look em up! They are so cute)

Disability Corner!

I have several Disabilities/Disorders here’s a short list:

AuDHD, BPD, Schizoaffective, C-PTSD, Colitis, NAFLD, COPD, Spondylolisthesis (Anterolisthesis), Asthma, GERD and more :/

I am considered Medically Crippled as I have a disc slippage and pars defect. The cushioning thats supposed to be inside my disc or whatever is squeezed out and pressing against my spinal cord/nerve…

My Pain Management Doctor suggested I get a cane/walker. So hopefully next month I can get a walker/cane

I was kicked in the head by my old horse when I was in the 6th grade and got some nice TBI from it. So I’m a bit messed up in the head, and it kinda changed my personality as well as gave me severe memory loss

I have Learning Disabilities, and was supposed to be on a IEP growing up, but my grandma wouldnt allow me to be placed on one bc I was also very smart in other aspects, such as being incredibly Hyperlexic and teaching myself to read and talk, etc

If I tag something incorrect PLEASE gently correct me, I promise it was NOT intentional. I just am incredibly new to this and social media in general as I grew up UBER religious and was not allowed to have social media much, and when I would sneak and get on it, I would be punished and yelled at. 

I LOVE learning and getting better as a person!!

My Regression Fandoms

Just a smol list of fandoms I like to create Age Regression content for!

ATLA (regressor Zuko and cg Sokka are my faves, but also Flip Katara and Regressor Aang! And Regressor Toph and Cg Sokka)

Scooby Doo (I havent watched every movie/series/etc. I WILL NOT do content for that Velma Show on Max)

Breaking Bad (Transmasc Flip Jesse Pinkman FOREVER + CG Jane)

Dr Who (I have BARELY watched this show, but it consumes my brain)

Sally Face (I havent watched a Sally Face Playthrough since I was a kid and really dont remember much beside wanting Larry/Sal to be my big brothers)

Steven Universe (I have SEVERE issues with this show, but I still love it)

Diary of a Wimpy Kid (I’ve only seen the first movie, but Devon Bostick as Rodrick was AMAZING + Him as a big brother CG would be AWESOME)

Metalocaylpse (Toki is a canon age regressor!!) 

The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings (I havent read/watched in FOREVER, i used to use the movies to help me fall asleep tho xD)

Degrassi (OMG THIS SHOW RULES MY LIFE! I’ve watched from Jr High to Next Class COUNTLESS TIMES)

Teen Titans (Basically any one being a CG for Regressing Raven!! SSsssssSSssoooo CUTE!)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (Bratty Regressor Catra and Stern CG Adora)

[daydreamslikewaves]

All the thoughts I had while watching The Fast and The Furious (2001)

- It’s a bi-panic nightmare (wildest dream)

- Jordana Brewster was Nina Dobrev before Nina Dobrev was Nina Dobrev

- Makes me want to race cars illegally (even though I’m scared of driving irl)

- Unrealistic point 1: Don chatting up other women twice in the film like he hasn’t got the hottest most badass gf in the universe?? Gimme a break (Letty come here let me love u right)

- Re: above - Letty. Am I in love with her? Who knows (yes)

- The soundtrack?? Sturdyyy

- Unrealistic point 2: Are we expected to believe that Paul walker’s ice-blue eyes are in no way recognisable even if he is wearing a ski mask? Because that man’s eyes are the most intense blue I’ve ever seen lol

- Unrealistic point 3: Brian babes it’s so obvious you are a cop

- As a follow-up from the point above, I don’t know why I found it so hilarious that Brian managed to not only convince Vince and Dom he wasn’t a cop, but did so in a way that he basically got to do his job even more efficiently, lol

- Jesse must be protected at all costs and I have a sinking feeling something bad is going to happen to this poor man at some point in the franchise if not in this film (update: FFS hate being right)

- Call me naive but I genuinely thought it was gonna be another group of people who were doing the truck-stealing???

- That scene with Vince on the truck getting shot at and Dom trying to save him was…excellently filmed?? Like raw and believable and STRESSFUL and just a well-crafted depiction of a total disaster

- Underrated comedic moment when Leon drags Letty out from the car and, for a split second, carries her as if she were a smol feral cat

- Letty injured and upset in the back of the car 🥺

- I did not realise how many hills there are in LA, Jesus Christ

- Dom’s dad was def seething in his grave when he totalled his car, you just know it

I genuinely loved this film? Like it’s not the best film I’ve ever seen and it’s definitely not award-winning material, but to me there’s something so nostalgic about it - it’s not too flashy, and offers a glimpse at a type of action film that you don’t really get anymore. I feel like the other films in the Franchise won’t be like this - very much get the vibe that although they’ll be entertaining with the same level of tender ‘family’ message at the core, the one that will stick in my head will be this one.

[43110there]

"Don't look now..."

Summary: You join the guys for a run at 79's, and you notice people taking interest in them. Just some drabbles of their various reactions and the conversations that follow.

Warnings: nah, it's fluff. Some are a lil romantic.

A/N: Right now it's just Rex, Fives, and Echo. Might make another post to include more. But for now it's just a smol post with luv <3

The bar is crowded. It's a sea of bodies mingling, drinking, and respecting not an ounce of personal space. To anyone who's gone off-world on crazy missions for the Republic, it’s kriffing delightful. What else could you expect from 79’s? You sit beside one of the troopers and glance around at the scene, from booth to booth, until someone catches your eye. A devious grin appears behind the rim of your glass as you take a sip, licking your lips and leaning forward so that your companion hears you. 

“Don’t look just yet, but I think there’s someone checking you out across the bar…”

Rex

He stiffens. He doesn’t break eye contact with you, and for a second you’re worried that he’s planning his next movements like some kind of battle strategy. 

“Well? Are they still looking?”

Oh. There is no plan.

It takes a few minutes to explain to Rex that there’s nothing to worry about. He’s an attractive man, so you’re surprised he’s less prepared to deal with this kind of attention.

“You should go talk to them!” You insist, almost making a big gesture at the people in question and tossing discretion to the wind. But Rex catches your hand before you do.

“Y/N!” He’s got a hint of a smile on his face amid the seriousness. “I’m not looking for that kind of attention tonight.”

“Well, you’ve certainly got it.” You wiggle your eyebrows at him with a smirk. “Didn’t realize I was walking in with the man of the hour.”

He gives you an exasperated huff and takes a sip of his drink. You can tell he’s still hiding that smile, though.

Fives

He wouldn’t even turn in the direction you gave. He’d rest his elbows on the counter and lean in closer to you.

“Well I hate to disappoint them, but the only one I want looking at me is you.”

Someone would smack him across the back of his head. Might be Jesse or Echo. 

But nonetheless, he wouldn’t miss that bashful smirk on your face, the roll of your eyes as you take another sip of your drink to distract yourself. 

No matter how hard his brothers tease him for his flirtatious ways, that reaction out of you is totally worth it.

Every time.

Echo (After Skako Minor. This would be at Cid’s cantina rather than 79’s)

He wilts a little. You’ve been friends for a while now, so he should know better than to think you’re poking fun at him. But still, his self-esteem and general confidence seems to run at a natural low nowadays. 

However, when he realizes you’re not kidding around, his eyes go wide.

“Really? Huh… That’s a little… odd.”

He’s not used to the attention. At all. Even though he understands the situation better, he doesn’t seem to reserve any confidence from it. You squint your eyes at him. He deserves to think highly of himself, in the same light you see him.

You give an exaggerated huff. “Guess I’ll have to work harder for your attention now.”

He gives a start. “What? You’re don’t—” 

“You just have soooo many girls lined up for you.”

“Y/N!” Now he can’t hide the grin from his face. 

“It’s ok! I’ll just get in line. You’ll probably get to me by tomorrow morning.” You make as if to slide off of your stool to go wait in the line you described, only stopping when Echo gives your arm a little jab with his scomp link. You burst into a fit of giggles as you get back on the stool. He tries to contain that big smile of his while he watches you.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

<3

[sasslett]

To what extent have other people's OC influenced your own? Perhaps in the sense of inspiring your ideas? Or giving you "permission" to create a character you might not otherwise have done? Perhaps a lore-breaking one, or an overtly sexy one, or a self-insert, or a villainous one etc?

Hmm... that's tough. I think the answer is, and has always been, my husband's OCs, in whatever game we happen to be playing. Whether Jess is accompanied by Jason the royal guard, or Haz'aki the tabaxi monk or Varrus the prettiest elf in all the land, she tends to reflect and play off of his characters - and that's absolutely just due to our own irl chemistry accidentally coming through. But how he makes his characters typically will influence how I adapt mine, even if they aren't technically romantically connected (even though they seem to end up that way inadvertently every time).

For XIV specifically, gonna call out Kali here for both encouraging me and telling me it's ok to imagine my OC as being attractive - for some reason I have a really hard time with that, even though I don't have self image issues IRL I certainly put them into my characters. She's also my sounding board for any ideas I deem stupid that she totally supports 💕 and I'm forever thankful for it. Having that little devil on your shoulder whispering "Do it, do the lame overused trope and make it amazing" can't be overstated enough and everyone needs one of those. Especially in the form of an adorable smol au ra.

[cheezyratz]

How silly of me teehee

hurt comfort idea

Miguel feels bad about his size, wishing he was smaller so he could really get into his regression. So that when people held him it wasn’t awkward. So that he could feel tiny and smol. Luckily Peter and Jess come to the rescue, reminding him that he doesn’t need to be small to feel smol. And they all hug at the end ❤️❤️❤️

[le-amewzing]

Don’t Flinch

I haven't been able to stop thinking about this smol cross-over idea for months, so I finally sat down and wrote it! :'D

Fic: "Don't Flinch" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Lucy Tara (brief mentions of Lucy/Kate Whistler) & Meredith Brody, Jane Tennant, & a cameo from Dwayne Pride

Rating: K

Words: ~2,330

Additional info: gen fic, friendship, 3rd person POV

Summary: When Lucy's hesitancy to take the agent afloat position risks her dragging her feet and losing the opportunity, Tennant pulls some strings so Lucy can chat with someone who's been there before.

      "They're going to want a decision, Lucy. Soon."

      Lucy blinked and finally raised her eyes from the folder in Tennant's hands. Her mouth popped open, in a small "o," but no sound came out. That made sense; she'd already blurted to her boss exactly why she'd applied for this agent afloat position what felt like a lifetime ago.

      Tennant's expression softened. She gave Lucy a fleeting smile, and her shoulders sank a smidge as she set the assignment aside on her desk behind her. "There are a lot of things you'll have to do, before you go, if that's what you choose. I know you don't have a lot of time to decide."

      Lucy bit her bottom lip.

      "You do still want this, though, right?"

      "I…" Good grief, Jesse was always teasing her for being a chatterbox—but where had her words gone today? Lucy took a breath and squinted at the older woman. "I need time to think," she admitted in all honesty. "I mean, what would you do, in my shoes?"

      But Tennant shook her head, not falling for the bait. "You know I can't answer that. Around your age, I was CIA and married and a mother already. That's comparing apples to oranges and wouldn't help you at all."

      Lucy ran an anxious hand through her hair but nodded. "Yeah…"

      Yet, after an odd beat, Tennant had that creative twinkle in her eye, the one Lucy and the others usually saw either just before they closed a case or before they blew one right open. "Actually, you have a good point. You do need time to think, as well as some help with the pros and cons." But, at the same time, Tennant turned her junior field agent around and ushered her out of the SAC's office.

      "Wait, huh? I'm confused," Lucy said. She glanced up at Tennant when the other woman directed Lucy back to her chair behind her own desk out in the bullpen. "You agree with me?"

      Tennant grinned—though, coupled with that twinkle in her eye, it wasn't as reassuring as Tennant might've intended—and twirled Lucy's chair so Lucy faced her computer. "Look, just. Distract yourself with the case at hand. Or even some old paperwork. I've a call to make."

      "To wh—"

      But Tennant wasn't sticking around to answer. The second Lucy twisted around to ask, Tennant had disappeared already.

      Lucy frowned. At a time like this, she partly yearned to be out in the field, canvassing with Kai or with Jesse…then again, Whistler had come into her own a lot and was meshing with the team really well as their FBI liaison lately, and Lucy didn't want to interfere with her girlfriend's place on the team. It was better that Whistler, not Lucy, was out with the guys right now.

      At the thought of the blonde, Lucy's eyes flicked back to Tennant's office, through the glass walls and to the folder waiting on Tennant's desk. If only this position hadn't come up now… If only Lucy hadn't applied in a desperate attempt to get off the island months ago…

      She shook her head and got to sorting through information on their current case as Tennant suggested. Nope, there was no point in crying over spilt milk. Tennant was right: Lucy had a lot to sort out before she made her decision.

      …Lucy had a lot of people to tell, before she made her decision.

      Her list wasn't a long one, but Whistler's smile kept popping up in front of her other thoughts whenever Lucy attempted to focus on the current evidence list. Ugh, casework wasn't going to happen while she dreaded bringing up an agent afloat position to Whistler just when they were not only happy but actually getting started. Practical though the FBI probie might be, Whistler's smile easily faded in Lucy's mind's eye as she imagined telling her about the hypothetical time away from Hawaii.

      Lucy glanced at her watch. Tennant had been gone for barely twenty minutes. Maybe she'd be back soon with whatever miracle she'd implied?

      When another fifteen minutes passed of Lucy mindlessly sifting through files and rereading witness statements without absorbing words, she yawned and knew she needed a change of pace. The guys hadn't returned yet, and her text history with Whistler left off with this morning's hearts and funny faces (cute, nothing new, but it did hit Lucy with a fresh wave of guilt). "Time to see what snacks Ernie's packing today," Lucy mumbled to herself as she pushed up from her chair.

      "Lucy!" Tennant called from the stairs.

      The petite agent jolted and glanced to where Tennant waited for her. "Yeah, Boss?"

      Tennant merely beckoned with a nod and a curl of her fingers.

      Lucy glanced around her, but the other agents in the office paid her no mind, so she scurried across the way and up the stairs after their SAC. But, upstairs with the big screen, Tennant wasn't alone.

      "Happy to do a favor for our sister office on the other ocean," said a much older man onscreen. His hair was mostly silver and a bit blond and white in places, and he had large, dark, drooping eyebrows over dark, drooping eyes that, coupled with his smile, reminded Lucy of a friendly neighborhood dog. He tore his eyes from Tennant for a moment when Lucy entered the room, and he tipped his head to her. "Well, now, you must be Special Agent Tara. Dwayne Pride."

      "My counterpart out of New Orleans," Tennant supplied, "the Southeast SAC."

      At that, Pride shook his head, though his smile never dimmed. "I tried tellin' the director that we did this dance before and didn't like it, but…after everything…Director Vance is willin' to give this another shot. So long as I get to supervise from the field, that is."

      He smiled while Tennant smirked. "I prefer to call it a 'hands-on approach,'" she supplied.

      Lucy glanced between them both before finally sliding in her own greeting. "It's—It's very nice to meet you. And to hear a somewhat familiar accent," she tacked on, chuckling and letting a little of her Texan drawl leak in for his reference.

      "Much obliged. If you don't mind me not beatin' around the bush—Tennant tells me you've got a mighty fine opportunity in front of ya, but you've gotta make a decision by tomorra?"

      "I, uh, yeah." Lucy swallowed a lump that formed in her throat in spite of the pleasant atmosphere.

      Pride nodded. "Yep, not easy, makin' choices this big at the last minute. But I have an old associate on the line, waitin' to speak with ya. Thought she might—help clarify things." His smile lessened for a brief moment, his lips a tight line and his eyes narrow. Lucy would've asked if something were the matter if he hadn't nodded to Tennant instead.

      Tennant, in turn, touched Lucy's shoulder. "You can have the room, as long as you need."

      Lucy furrowed her brow and watched Tennant go. Still bewildered, she faced the screen in time for Pride's feed to cut over, and a new face replaced his.

      This time, a woman maybe Tennant's age or a little younger greeted Lucy. Whereas Pride's backdrop had been the New Orleans office—his backdrop reminded Lucy a little of the main office's MTAC in D.C.—it was hard to make out this woman's whereabouts, since everything behind her was too dark and not well defined, all gray and black. With her dark hair, too, she would've blended in to her surroundings, if not for the way her computer screen lit up her pale skin in that ethereal, electronic manner; she might even be paler than Whistler, Lucy guessed. But her eyes—her eyes were bright, sharp, and piercing when they landed on Lucy.

      Lucy licked her lips. "Special Agent Lucy Tara," she introduced herself.

      The woman onscreen smiled briefly, but it felt…less friendly, perhaps pitying? Lucy mused. "Meredith Brody," she said.

      Lucy's eyes widened. Brody… Brody. Brody. The name tickled the back of her brain, especially today of all todays, with this job offer a hot topic— "OH!" Lucy couldn't help but gape and gesture at Brody. "You—! You're Brody! That Brody! You were the youngest agent afloat assigned to duty!" She grinned and nearly laughed in amazement. "Holy crap. I just—I can't believe Tennant managed to set this up and." She paused for breath and stared. "Oh. Oh, God. I hope I'm not imposing? I know there's, like, five hours between here and New Orleans—"

      Brody actually chuckled, which brightened Lucy's impression of her, and the other woman held up a hand to calm the junior field agent down. "Tara, Tara, don't worry about it. I'm not in New Orleans, but the hour isn't a problem. Plus, Dwayne Pride did a lot for me, back in my NCIS days. It's the least I could do."

      That splashed cold water on her excitement, and Lucy's cheeks reddened. "Oh, you're—you're not NCIS anymore?"

      Brody shook her head. She hesitated before saying, "No, I… I needed a fresh setting, so I took a personal contact's offer to work for DARPA, helping to manage security and assess threats. I see fewer people than I did in my old job, but I still get to flex my investigative skills." She shrugged.

      Brody played it off as though it were nothing, but Lucy's eyebrows hovered high. Mentioning DARPA so smoothly? She had been impressed to meet the youngest agent afloat before; now Brody was somehow topping that.

      "So, you have a chance to be agent afloat yourself."

      "Yes, I do. I'd applied months ago, actually." Lucy dropped her eyes to her hands, which she kept clasped in front of her, to prevent her from twiddling her thumbs. "…to be quite honest, I applied when my head was in a different space and I thought I had a million-to-one chance of landing this, especially being a junior field agent."

      Brody nodded. "No, it's not something they usually give to probies."

      Lucy tensed.

      "But everyone has to earn their experience somehow, and someone saw something in you. That's a good thing."

      She tentatively raised her head, trying to muster a smile at the encouragement. "Yeah… Yeah, I guess."

      Brody had to be sitting at a desk or table on her end, because she leaned forward and rested her chin on her hand while she studied Lucy closer, as though leaning in to the camera would give her better access. Brody narrowed her eyes, somewhat squinting, while she smiled. "Might be the right job but not the right time?" she surmised.

      Lucy frowned.

      Brody nodded again, but it was a small notion, mostly for herself. "I get it, having your reasons. Probably ones you might share and others you might not, for not jumping on the offer."

      "Was it the same for you?" Lucy asked. "Did you ever feel butterflies or—or dread before accepting your agent afloat position?"

      Brody paused before answering. "Not at first. Although the usual warnings you get, about 'finding your sea legs,' don't do being on an actual ship justice, so I can vouch for investing in decent seasickness meds if you opt to go."

      Ah, right. There was being on the water twenty-four–seven that Lucy would also have to overcome… She twisted her lips around, waiting for Brody's next piece of advice.

      But the older woman's humor mellowed. Her posture on the other end of the video call went somehow both tense and slack—Lucy read her body language as…apprehensive, yes, that was it—and Brody's eyes lost their focus or turned to something in the distance before she continued. "It's one thing once you get the hang of being an entire NCIS investigative team on your own, aboard a ship…" She paused for so long that Lucy thought the feed had frozen, when Brody resumed, "It's another if you're ever faced with a situation you simply can't prepare for." There, even with her eyes not quite on Lucy, Brody's expression darkened.

      Lucy waited a beat before asking, "Then…we just prep as best we can, right?" She timidly smiled, too, craning her neck a bit in an effort to catch Brody's attention, half wondering if this call really had been a good idea if it'd sent Brody down some dark trip on Memory Lane.

      Brody attempted to return the polite smile, at least. But she didn't expound on her previous thought.

      "…hey. Brody, did—did that happen? To you?"

      She paused, waiting for Brody to respond, but the dark look on Brody's face was clue enough: Brody expected Lucy either would've read up on more than just Brody's history-making assignment or she would do so after they disconnected today. So Lucy switched tactics.

      "What I mean is: What's your advice, in the event that…I encounter something unexpected?"

      Those same bright, sharp, piercing eyes that had first landed on her minutes ago bored holes into her now. "It's simple: Don't flinch."

      That plain response, said so steadily and without blinking, chilled Lucy. But it also oddly settled her nerves. About telling Whistler, telling her friends, even imagining being aboard that ship—these things didn't seem so scary anymore. Not that Lucy wanted her own unexpected moment, but Brody was proof that you could go in, face anything, and still emerge on the other side.

      Lucy couldn't see why she wouldn't take this job now.

      This time, when her mouth popped open, she wasn't speechless. "Thank you," Lucy said, her voice steady for the first time in hours.

      The darkness mostly vanished from her expression, leaving a haunted impression of Brody to Lucy, but Brody nodded and tried to smile, tired though the gesture was. "I wish you luck, Agent Tara." A second later, the screen faded to black.

      The second after, Lucy turned heel, exiting the room and making for the stairs, calling out, "Hey, Boss…!"

Done for the 5, 10, 20, 50, 70, 100 Fandoms Challenge as well as the If You Dare Challenge (for prompt #150: tick tock goes the clock) in the HPFC forum on FFN. As some of my pals know, I've actually had a smol 4-way xover planned for a while, but I need the time to sit down and write that (idc that the shows managed to do the 3-way xover…I miss NOLA…!), and then this idea cropped up, so this got written first. XD Funnily enough, Lucy and Brody aren't even my fav charries in their respective series (that'd be Kai & Pike, and LaSalle & Gregorio & Jimmy Boyd, respectively ;3), but when Lucy's temporary transfer cropped up during s2, I did get to thinking about both Brody's infamous time aboard the USS Moultrie and Tony's time as agent afloat when Vance briefly split up the MCRT. I went with some embellishes here for Brody, but it felt fitting that Lucy might focus on the positive instead of the negative… I also like the Pride cameo, as well as some hcs for where both he and Brody are at this point in the NCIS canon. :3c (I actually have sooo many NOLA ideas, which—yet again—some of my pals know, but I deeply crave the time to write them all. XD) This rly is just some Hawai'i and NOLA fluff, but I think it fits nicely with Lucy's predicament. And woohoo! My first Hawai'i fic! :D (And here's my plug for NOLA: If you still haven't watched it yet, I highly rec it! -w-)

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

[kittywriites]

utterly random and disorganized list of things i want rn ::

Famous rockstar AU for Jesse (J*seph Quinn) — he needs groupies, okay? Give this man all the devoted heart-eyed babes ready to provide him with anything and everything he could possibly need. Bonus points if they show up in pairs lmao.

MILFS/cougars — specifically for Jesse, Dex (D*cre Montgomery), and Oliver (R*han Campbell).

Speaking of Oliver, he really needs a bossy domineering woman to completely and utterly simp for.

Aurora (G*ace Van Dien), my precious lil dove with daddy issues and a desperate need to please, needs someone to take advantage of alladat kthx. Also she’s v smol, give her someone to throw her around like a ragdoll and i’ll love you 5ever.

Student/teacher things. Dassit, dats the plot.

All the age gaps.

faces i’m particularly itching to play against rn ;;

J*ssica Chastain, G*ace Van Dien, J*ffrey Dean Morgan, J*n Bernthal, V*ra Farmiga, C*rla Gugino, B*ake Lively, D*vid Harbour