#just—- that kid OBVIOUSLY wants to live and have fun and experience everything life has to offer

[ghost-bxrd]

((I caved and maybe-kinda-sorta started a liiiiittle bit on Jujutsu Kaisen and—- wtf do you mean a fifteen year old is totally a-okay with being executed eventually because it serves the greater good????? And everybody is just like “cool,” like it’s totally normal????? WTF??? Like, sir, ARE YOU AWARE YOU ARE LITERAL SUNSHINE INCARNATE———))

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt: Spiritual Siblings

Bruce: My assassin kid can't be that normal!

Damian: Well, I’m completely emotionally stable by Amity Park standards. The problem is with you. Obviously.

~~~~~

Damian had long found peace and home in Amity, so he did not worry that the new family and Gotham might not accept him.

Sure, Al Ghul had lived without any contact with his biological father all these years but he could safely say that he had a happy childhood. First years were hard and he was raised more as a weapon than a human being. Even so, after that a ghost who decided to become his brother appeared and everything changed.

Damian still does not know what Ra's owes Phantom but Danny has a right to take him, without prior notification, to live with Fentons, to visit Aunt Alicia at her farm, and to make Vlad’s weekends much less calm and boring. Danny jokes that he just steals him as a hostage when Al Ghul does not pay taxes for using Lazarus Pits. Whatever the reason, he already has a family that loves him.

However, he still wanted to make an effort to fit in this one too. The model of conduct certainly was his older brother. No, not the oldest, of course. To be honest Dan wasn’t the kind of a man that could charm you from the first minute. But Danny, in Damian’s experience, had a calming effect on people. So he tried to act like him.

And, yeah, for lack of experience, he was more fun!Danny at home and super!Danny on patrol but he also really tried not to get any of his own assassin personality in his new-self and was tired of it. He couldn’t get a 100% match. Fine. Still doesn’t look like anyone in this house really likes him, so whatever.

Damian understood why Bruce didn't like his company. Jazz had long ago explained to him the importance of voluntary consent. His mother did a terrible thing. Al Ghul was not a child and therefore he was ready to admit it. However, he also understood that children were not responsible for the actions of their parents.

As a biosocial being, he wanted to be more than just a painful reminder of what had happened to Bruce. Wayne's ignoring of his existence was rude. But Damian wouldn't force this man to spend time with him just because he was legally obligated to take care of his well-being. He wasn't going to prove anything to Batman, and he definitely didn't need his attention. The care of his real family is enough.

But Damian really tried to get along with new potential siblings. He even shared Sam's and Danny’s special jokes with some of adopted kids 'cause he didn’t want them to feel like he put himself above them. He wasn't good at showing emotions but he was as open as the assassin could afford to be to strangers.

But they all obviously expected something from him. And it reminded him of the League in an unpleasant way. It was easier with Fentons. Almost everyone in Amity Park was saying what they thought, and Damian didn’t have to waste time decoding potential conspiracies.

Damian missed movie marathon nights with Sam, Tucker, and Danny. And he hoped Dani had time to bother Vlad in his absence.

It was so weird here. When Danny and Valerie were fighting, they would gather at the dinner table anyway. When Damian wanted to have combat training with Drake here, he was forced to stay in his room. A very strange punishment. And undeserved one too.

Al Ghul felt quite calm and fine sitting at his easel and painting the people he left behind. An unusual subject for his paintings. But, Ancients, he missed Amity.

He missed Jack's bone breaking hugs, Maddie's Ecto-Contaminated food, arguments of Sam and Tucker, cozy art class with Mr. Baxter and even Vlad's done look. He missed Danny telling him about the stars. He also missed sword practice with Dan's boyfriend Fright Knight and he missed Dan's stories about his other youth. He missed literary evenings with Mr. Lancer, Clockwork and Ghost Writer. He even missed the hours-long Jazz lectures. He missed the dance of death and life. He missed being looked at without expecting anything from him. He missed the crowd. In the league, he was never at one with himself and in Amity he was always surrounded by people who were not afraid of his fate as the heir to the said League. This Manor was full of people, but for the first time in his life he felt lonely. Damian has to admit that he felt left behind. Of course, he understood that people needed time to build relationships, but he could have sworn that even he didn't need that much time to connect with Fentons. Maybe this is one of the tricks of the Clockwork? Then this one is not funny at all.

~~~~~Phone call~~~~ Damian: Mom, I want to go home. Maddie: I'm so sorry to hear that, sweetheart. What happened? Damian: Just…Nobody likes me. Why was I sent here? I'm not weak. And my brothers are quite capable of protecting me from Raas. I don't need Batman for this. Maddie: We'll figure it out, champ. Moms love you, remember? I'll talk to Talia, okay? Your brothers and sisters are already on edge and ready to steal you right during the patrol. Damian: It would be nice, but it would put a bat on their tails. So lock them in thermoses if they bother you too much. Maddie: But that won't stop Jazz. Damian: I missed the part where that's my problem. Maddie: Well, it will be your problem if she comes to your doorstep with your childhood photos and moralizing.

~~~~~~~~

It's his birthday. And he was always excited about it. But now, looking at the pile of gifts, he realizes that these people don't know him at all.

And this is the family of the best detective in the world? Maybe yes, but none of them bothered to really find info about him or ask him about his likes. Damian's a stranger here, and that's obvious.

The lunch container, which he will obviously give to the Boxing Lunch when he's in the right time interval, tennis rackets that Youngblood might like, The Graveyard Book…

Valerie had already read it to him and Dani before it was published. Thanks to Clockwork for his little miracles. The book reminded him of home.

Obviously this one is from Jason. And well, Damian doesn't think it was a pun on his life in Amity, more like Hood's inside joke about death but Dami will definitely leave this thing in the room at the Manor and maybe take it with him to the GZ or Amity Park.

~~~~~~~

When they gather at the festive table, Damian realizes that he has to make some kind of speech. He tries to be as brief as possible in his report.

Damian: Todd, your gift is appreciated. And I found a potential use for items that were given by others, Bruce.

Damian never called Batman his father. With Maddie and Talia, calling both moms wasn't weird, especially when Jazz explained to his biological mom that he wasn't trying to replace her. But with Wayne, it was different. Both women took care of him, they deserved this title. Wayne provided for his needs, but his core heart didn't feel like they were close. Surely there's nothing wrong if they're just Bruce and Damian? Obviously, they both don't enjoy each other's company.

Jason: So, do you like books, little demon? Damian: Sometimes reading is quite relaxing, I should point out. I'm not indifferent to Stephen King and Lovecraft. Jason: Personal recommendations? Damian: Cujo is one of my favorites. Jason: Not a common opinion, huh. Damian: It reminds me of my family. Damian tries to smile like Danny does, but Jason's twitching eye clearly indicates that he screwed it up.

~~~~Dick and Jason synchronously drop their forks as an excuse for a conference under the table.~~~~ Dick*whispers*: How's the situation? Jason*whispers back*: If the boy asks for a dog, don't be fooled. He will be happy to dance on our graves.

~~~~Cass knocks over their heads, urging them to return to their seats.~~~~

Damian: So how good you are at fading and sliding,Todd? Jason: Why did you ask? I can't, of course. Damian: Because you're dead. It seemed to me that this was a completely understandable interest. Jason: Wow, what a jerk. Damian: I wonder why your own incompetence makes me a jerk? Even my sister could do this when she wasn't dead for even a month.

Jason, for some reason, looks awkward, although he has never been embarrassed before by the idea that a girl could be stronger than him.

Jason: Your sister? How old was she when... So it's all about age. Damian rolls his eyes.

Damian: We're the same age. It seems like it was four or five years ago. To be honest, I don't remember. I wasn't around then. I'll ask Danielle the next time I go to the cemetery to visit her. Dick: I'm so sorry, Dami. Where is she buried? We can take you. Damian: There's no need. She has no grave, as there was nothing to bury. Bruce sighs loudly and covers his eyes with his hands. Damian: It's just easier to contact the afterlife in places like this, you now? Duke: We are very sorry, dude. Damian: Don't be. People come and go, and then come back if they haven't finished annoying you. There's no point in regretting the past. Her creation was not the most ethical thing but everything is going as it should. At least that's what Grandpa says. Considering that the old man is older than time, I prefer to believe him. No one plays with fate without his permission unless they want to get hit by the clock. Tim now looks like he's going to throw up and Damian hurries to move his plate closer to him. Jason: Yes, Bruce, this is definitely your son. Damian: Did I say something wrong? Dick smiles faintly at him but still doesn't find anything to say. Damian shrugs and goes back to eating asparagus. People outside of Amity are so weird.

Signal looks at Damian suspiciously as he carefully rearranges the plate of soy sausages away from himself. Did he take him for an idiot? Everyone knows that even vegetarian sausage bite and fight no worse than those with meat when they come back to life. It's not Damian's fault that he doesn't have an ectoblast with him and wants to have extra distance from the opponent.

~~~At the same time, in the walls of Wayne Manor~~~ Dani: The operation codenamed "Get Haunted Idiot" is declared open. Danny and Dan *salute*.

~~~Several Days Later~~~

Damian: So, this is Dan. Danny says we keep him as a GIW repeller. Dick: And Danny and Dan are.. Jazz: His brothers. I'm Jazz by the way. Elle and I are his sisters. Damian: I feat the criteria to participate in their name cult, so they took me. Dan, Danny, Dani and Dami. Dan *ruffles Damian's hair* : I prefer to call this biting threat Damn, to be honest. Dami: Shut up, DaNtE, they almost wrote Dark in your passport, you idiot. I can't believe I thought I missed you. Danny: Wow. Rude. Your grandpa would be disappointed. Great job, lil one.

~~~Several years later~~~

[obsesssedblerd]

life after you and satoru adopt the first years 💜💜

fic of that here. i recommend reading that before these hcs 💕

contains: mentions of pregnancy / birth

yuuji still can't believe it. he now has a large room in you and satoru's large home, parents that adore him, and siblings that'll forever have his back. he cries about it sometimes. after everything he's been through, he finally has his happy ending.

megumi is the most relaxed he's ever been in his life. it felt so good resting, knowing that he was safe and that you and satoru wouldn't let anything happen to him. he sleeps so much. you and satoru saw it coming. he's been in survival mode ever since he was a kid. of course, he's going to want to rest. whenever you see him napping in the sunroom, you put a small blanket over him.

like yuuji, nobara also can't believe it. sometimes, you see her just watching everyone else in disbelief, unable to believe that she's now a part of the family. she's always smiling, though. her favorite part of the day is that last hour before bed, where she's next to you in one of the large bathrooms doing skincare together.

three months into the adoption (and four months into your pregnancy), you ask the three of them if they'd still like to be sorcerers. to your surprise, they said yes. when you ask why, yuuji points his thumb over at satoru and says, "gotta help dad out."

satoru definitely cried later because yuuji called him 'dad' for the first time.

though satoru accepted that, he preferred for the three of them to take far fewer missions so they could enjoy the rest of their childhood. to his relief, none of them disagreed with it.

however, the higher-ups of jujutsu society weren't too thrilled at the news of you and satoru adopting them because that meant that they would have fewer sorcerers.

what they did express great interest and delight in, was the fact that you were pregnant. they were already chatting about how powerful the baby would be and what great things they could achieve; not just with satoru's technique but also yours. hearing those old bastards talk about his child as if they were already a perfect weapon, like he was made to be, made his blood boil.

satoru shut it down swiftly and told them that the baby wouldn't have anything to do with sorcery, regardless of what technique they were born with. they deserved a happy, safe life far away from the horrific system that devoured children. he saved yuuji, nobara, and megumi from it before it could kill them. every day, he wished that he and suguru were saved from it.

when the higher-ups objected, satoru gave them a chilling warning—that he'll show no mercy to anyone who tries to threaten his family's safety and happiness, and that's final.

yuuji, megumi, and nobara keep up with their training, but they also spend a lot more time doing things that genuinely interest them.

you and satoru spoil them rotten. obviously. when it comes to fun family trips, you all always go overboard, but it didn't matter. all three of them never got to have fun experiences, plus, you can tell that satoru is making up for all of the things he missed as a child.

your old colleagues and students from jujutsu tech showed up to your baby shower, and it warmed your heart to see just how loved this baby was even though they weren't born yet.

you and satoru decide to wait to find out the gender until they're born. every evening after dinner, all five of you sit on the large couch in the living room, and the four of them take turns talking to your stomach.

they're always so excited when the baby kicks.

the final empty room in your massive home is stocked with everything that your newborn is going to need.

you're with megumi and nobara when your water breaks. you call satoru, who was shopping with yuuji, and tell them the news. "don't panic, but my water broke, and-" too late, they're both already screaming.

after so many hours of labor, you finally give birth to your beautiful baby girl. her hair is mostly like yours, but she also has a few white strands that she took from satoru.

she also inherited the bluest of eyes, and while satoru is extremely happy, he's also worried. because of the power he was born with, he was hunted. he never wanted that for his princess.

you can tell what he's thinking, and you stroke his cheek, telling him that it was going to be okay because your daughter had so many willing to protect her.

yuuji, megumi, and nobara—a little teary-eyed because their new baby sister was so freaking cute—assure satoru that he wouldn't be the only one with the role of protecting the family. they were sorcerers too, after all.

that brings the most gentle smile to satoru's face.

[oh-phoenixx]

my view of the marauders' parents !!

james: euphemia and fleamont my LOVES <3 i think they're obviously very open and understanding, but i reckon they still had their issues. james was such an independent child that they kind of thought he could take care of himself and sometimes all he wanted was his parents. not that they weren't there, they just didn't realise they had to be.

sirius and regulus: quite obvious, they were very abusive BUT they loved their children. they were caught in a cycle of abuse and had no idea how to show the love they felt for sirius and regulus as it had never been shown to them. there are no excuses for abuse but if there's any explanation it's theirs.

peter: his parents loved him and wanted what was best for him, but they sort of lived vicariously through him and so projected all their goals onto him and unintentionally made him feel like a failure.

remus: seemingly unpopular opinion but lyall and hope were both great parents. lyall loved remus SO much. i reckon he was quite stoic and didn't express himself very well, but he loved remus and hope more than anything. hope tended to dote on remus, as a lot of parents of children with disabilities/illnesses do (*cough* speaking from experience as an autistic person *cough*). she was a little overbearing, but she meant well.

lily: someone said something about her parents being religious and that's stuck with me. i don't think they would be okay with her being queer, and i think their love always feels conditional to her. i think at some point they start to favour petunia because she does everything expected of her, which is the final straw in pulling the sisters apart.

marlene: in my head she's a halfblood and her mum is very religious as well. i think she has a bunch of siblings (like five) so her parents' attention always feels divided. they're not bad parents necessarily, but marlene would be so ready to move out (okay this might just be tcoptp marlene).

mary: i feel like she's a halfblood and her mum was the witch, but she died, so mary's got a muggle dad, step-mother and step-sister (stealing from tcoptp again) and she just feels really ignored, like her dad stopped caring after he met her step-mother. she's a daddy's girl at heart tho. also she has a little brother who's only a year younger than her named eric (referencing my own fanfic here :3).

barty: barty crouch sr. when i catch you barty crouch sr. his dad has insane expectations for barty yet doesn't show any pride when barty actually achieves these goals. normally he's more neglectful than abusive. his entire life is his job, and he doesn't show any love for barty or his mum. barty spent so long just trying to make his father proud, but at some point realised he never would, so he did everything possible to rebel against him. barty's mother loves him so much, and the only reason barty doesn't run away is because he can't leave her. they're very close but barty sometimes feels bitter that she doesn't stop his dad from acting the way he does (but he knows realistically there's not much she can do).

evan and pandora: think what you will about their parents, in my head they are loving, silly, and strange. they enable evan and pandora to do all their little experiments and fun things because they're the exact same way. they're the effie and monty of the skittles. they definitely dote on felix, and it sort of seems like they favour him, but they just feel guilty because both of his older siblings are away all of the time and so he's on his own. they're a little unhinged, probably the type of parents to ask their kids' friends weirdly invasive questions, but they're just odd.

emmeline: for some reason i have this hc that emmeline and barty are childhood friends. i don't know any canonical information about emmeline, so idk if this is directly contradicted in any way, but in my head emmeline's dad works at the ministry which is how emmeline and barty know each other. emmeline's dad is quite strict and overprotective, and her mum sort of lives vicariously through her. emmeline sometimes feels a little suffocated around them, but she's close to them since she doesn't have to see them very often. if she was living with them full time, they would definitely have a tense relationship. also emmeline has a younger sister who starts hogwarts when she's in fifth year.

dorcas: her mother had her when she was really young and her father wasn't ready to raise a child so she raised dorcas alone. she blames dorcas for ruining her life, since she'd had loads of dreams and plans she'd had to put on hold for dorcas's sake. dorcas has a really strange relationship with her because sometimes she's really loving, and the next second they're screaming at each other (dna guarantee is literally their song btw).

[hoedamn-eron]

baby, please - father's day

Santi celebrates his first Father's Day.

Warnings: Just SICKLY SWEET. Mentions of breastfeeding (but as I've always said, a fed baby is a happy baby, whether bottle or breast!). Small mention of body insecurity. Hints of a parent who has passed. Allusions to unsupportive parents (as mentioned in the original fic). Not even remotely proofread so there will be mistakes 😊😊 Word count: 2,800 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

I know this is over a week late, I apologise. A part of my Baby, Please universe; this can be read as a stand alone but all the history is in the series.

“So, I’ll come over on Sunday with the girls?” you ask him down the phone.

Santi frowns in confusion at your words. “Did we make plans?”

You go quiet, and Santi momentarily wonders if he’d forgotten something important. Was he supposed to have the girls for the day? Had he just fucked up? It – obviously – wouldn’t be the first time he’d done that with you, and he’d truly tried his hardest to never wrong you again. He could have the girls, it wasn’t a problem, he didn’t have any plans anyways –

“It’s Father’s Day, Santi,” you tell him gently. “Your first one.”

Oh.

He hadn’t celebrated Father’s Day in years, not since before his own father had passed away. And he never thought he’d celebrate it for himself. And the girls were barely five months old, was it…really worth doing anything until they were older?

“We don’t have to do anything, I was just assuming…” you say, taking his silence as a bad thing.

“No, sorry,” Santi says immediately, trying to calm your anxieties. “You just took me by surprise. I didn’t realise that it was Father’s Day.”

You chuckle softly on the other end of the line. “Well…I was thinking we could go to the beach. It’ll be the girls’ first time, and I thought we could spend it together.”

Santi is quiet. Too quiet, and for too long, because your unsure voice comes through. “Santi?”

“Sorry, sorry.” He swallows, running a hand down his face. This was going to be his first Father's Day; a milestone he never imagined he'd ever experience in his life. The reality of it all was almost overwhelming. He couldn’t believe how much his life had changed in just over a year, meeting you and having kids; the joy and responsibility of being a father to these two beautiful girls was immense. Santi couldn't shake the feeling that he was living in a dream, and the weight of it pressed on him, a mixture of awe and gratitude so intense it nearly brought tears to his eyes. “The beach sounds great. Really. I would love that.”

“Okay,” you say, and you sound relieved. “I'll bring a picnic, and…and the girls can play in the sand, and the ocean. I bought them some cute shorts the other day, they could wear them. It'll be fun, I promise.”

Santi feels his heart skip a beat at the way you try and reassure him that it’ll be fun, like he wouldn’t want to spend the day with you and the girls. Of course he would, he would drop everything if it meant he could see you and the kids. He smiles despite himself. He can almost picture it now: the bright sun, the endless stretch of sand, the sound of the waves, and his girls' faces as they experience the ocean for the first time. It's a perfect plan. A perfect day.

“So…should I pick you up, 10am?” you ask, that nervousness still in your voice. Santi can just picture you now, biting your lip as you wait for his answer.

“Yeah, see you Sunday.”

“Okay,” you breathe, and he can hear the smile in your voice. “See you then.”

You both hang up after saying your goodbyes, and Santi stands there for a moment, staring at his phone, still processing everything. His first Father's Day.

A year ago, Santi would have laughed if he was told he would be spending the day at the beach with the woman he knocked up on a first date, and his twin daughters. Yet here he was, planning his first Father’s Day together, marvelling at how life had taken such an unexpected turn for him, after the shit show that was their last mission with Lorea, and losing Tom. Santi couldn't help but feel some anxiety, which left a heavy and sick feeling in his stomach, but also excitement for what Sunday would bring, a figurative step forward in yours and his ‘unconventional’ journey.

“Think this is a good spot?” you ask, but you dump your bags down anyway before he could answer.

Santi gave a small laugh as he watched you arrange your set up for Isabela and Jasmine; some inflatable supports so they could sit up, some toys from home that were beach friendly, and some towels to sit on with extras in your bag (just in case, you never know!), and an umbrella to give the girls shade. You had contemplated bringing some buckets and spades but decided that they were too young for that just yet.

You looked cute when you came to pick him up, in some shorts and a flowy shirt. You’d been having a few insecurities about your body as of late, as there was just a little but extra of you that wasn’t there before, and you were unsure of wearing something a little less exposed. Santi had told you that you grew and birthed two – two! – children, your body was bound to go through some changes. And you continued to nurture those two – two! – children with your body, so your body was amazing. It warmed your heart (and your cheeks) to hear that from him, and you said no more on the matter.

The sky was so blue it looked painted. The beach is perfect – not too crowded, with soft, warm sand and gentle waves. The girls are dressed in loose t-shirts and shorts, matching sun hats on their heads. You had already lathered them in sunscreen before leaving your house, but you were already preparing to add more on them as Santi popped them in their inflatable supports. Santi laughed as the girls kicked their legs in the sand, their eyes wide as they took in the feel of it on their legs and feet.

After placing more sunscreen on the girls, you sat back and relaxed, smiling at Santi. “This is nice.”

Santi nodded, looking around as he takes a seat with the twins, quickly stopping Isabela from eating a handful of sand. “I don’t remember the last time I went to the beach and just relaxed.”

You gave a breathy laugh. “As relaxed as you can be with two five-month-olds.”

Santi gives a shrug with a small laugh before he stops Isabela eating the sand again. He takes his shirt off, tossing it over with the rest of your stuff, and you try hard not to stare at him. He wasn’t as active as he used to be, but still kept in shape and had a nice little chub that suited him well.

After applying sunscreen to yourself (and making Santi put some on too, which he does – with an eye roll), you change the girls into some swim diapers and swim onesies. Santi carries them both to the ocean with you, one girl in each arm, and you take as many photos as you can before sending them to your friends and Santi’s. You beam so much your cheeks start to hurt (it puts the meltdown over your own father you had that morning to the back of your mind).

Santi steps into the ocean, just up to his knees. You take Jasmine from him, and the two of you crouch to give your girls their first experience of the sea. The first touch of the cool ocean on their feet makes them pause for a moment, and after a moment, Isabela starts crying. Jasmine looked over at the noise, almost startled, before she splashed a little in the water, giggling. Santi brought Isabela back out, soothing her a little until her tears subsided, before trying again. He laughed when she started screaming again, her legs lifting before hitting the water.

“Okay, okay, I get it,” said Santi, lifting her back up. “You don’t like it. I won’t do it again.”

“I’ll take her if you want,” you say, straightening up with Jasmine.

You swap babies, Isabela calming in your arms, unshed tears on her waterline as she watches Jasmine and Santi play in the ocean.

“See, it’s not so scary,” you coo to her, but she merely clings to you as she watches. You take some selfies before getting some photos of Santi and Jasmine. She kicks her legs, splashing water everywhere, and you and Santi both laugh, caught up in her pure, unfiltered joy.

For a moment, everything else fades away. It’s just you, Santi, and your daughters, the sun warming your skin and the waves gently lapping at your feet. Santi feels a swell of emotion, a deep, steadfast love for his new family that nearly overwhelms him.

“She loves it,” you say with a laugh, your voice filled with happiness as you lightly bounce Isabela and look at Jasmine. “Look at her!”

“I know,” Santi replies, his voice thick with the sudden emotions. “I know.”

You try again with Isabela, dipping her toes in the water. She seemed happier with that, and she kicked her legs a little before you submerge her feet in the water. Her matching giggles with Jasmine fill the space around you.

The day passes in a blur of laughter and play. You both take turns holding the girls as they splash in the water, then retreat back to your towels where you sit with your daughters. You nurse them for a moment and Santi offers to get some ice cream for you both from the hut down the beach. You nod, and the girls soon nod off in your arms. You lay them on the towels in the shade. They look like little angels, their sunhats crooked on their heads as they sleep.

Santi comes back, handing you an ice cream before he sits back down with you. You eat together silently, and Santi watches Isabela and Jasmine. His heart feels full. He glances at you, catching you watching him with a soft smile.

“You’re a good dad, Santi,” you say quietly.

“Thank you,” he replies, his voice barely a whisper as his cheeks warm. “That means a lot.”

Santi turns back to the girls again with a sense of awe, his heart swelling with pride. “I still can’t believe they’re ours,” he murmurs, his voice melting into a chuckle at the end.

“Me neither,” you admit, quickly licking at the dripping ice cream. “But I’m glad they are.”

The girls sleep for another hour, and you watch over them as Santi goes for a dip in the ocean. He offers to swap ‘shifts’ with you, but you’ve never been fond of the ocean, and you’re happy to keep an eye on the girls as they nap. And you don’t admit it, but you get to ogle Santi as he comes out of the ocean, golden skin glistening from the water and the sun…you noticed you weren’t the only one admiring him, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly smug when the other women – and some men – on the beach send jealous looks over to you when he joins you.

The morning turns into afternoon, and Jasmine wakes from her nap, where Santi offers to change her as you set out the picnic between you both. Jasmine babbles away as Santi places her back in her support, and you hand her a few toys in reach to keep her entertained as you eat. You’d brought Santi’s favourite sandwiches and some fruits, and his favourite cake from that bakery you frequently go to when you go on one of your walks together (“It’s Father’s Day, why wouldn’t I bring your favourite foods?”).

There was that warm feeling again. This was Santi’s first Father's Day. Every giggle, every tiny hand grasping his finger, every sleepy sigh as they drifted off to sleep, it all felt so surreal. Santi couldn't shake the feeling that he was living in a dream, one where he was finally building the family he had longed for, and the weight of it pressed on him, a mixture of awe and gratitude. He doesn’t know how you always know how he feels, but as you reach other to give his hand a squeeze, he doesn’t hesitate to squeeze right back.

Isabela wakes up soon after you both finish eating, and you change her, and reapply sunscreen to everyone (“You too, dada!”) before you and Santi take them in the water again. Isabela, again, has a little fright before she embraces the water, and she lets you take her in deeper. Soon, Santi is holding both girls in his arms, the water up to his chest as he holds them both in the water, cheering that both of them have taken to it so well.

“Wait, wait, let me get a photo!” you call before you get as close as you’re comfortable with, getting a photo of Santi smiling widely, sunglasses on his face. You take as many as you can, even some where he’s just cooing to them both.

The day passes in a blur of baby giggles, diaper changes, and feedings. Santi marvels at how much the girls have grown, their personalities starting to shine through even at such a young age. He can already tell that Isabela is more adventurous, always wriggling and reaching for things, while Jasmine is quieter, content to snuggle in his arms. His finds his mind drifting back to memories of his own father, the way they all used to spend the day fishing or grilling in the backyard, and the way his mother used to try and take over the cooking, but his father always used to tell her it was his day and he will cook the meat however he damn well pleases (but eventually, his mother would always end up by the grill with his father, her arms around his waist as he followed her instructions). He smiles at the thought of making new traditions with his Isabela and Jasmine, even if they were too young to remember them now.

Santi would like to think his parents would be proud of him, and of the girls.

The sun lowers, and there’s a slight chill coming in from the breeze and you both call it a day. You feed the girls one last time before packing up, and hauling everything back to the car, where you strap them into their car seats, giving them toys to play with. You close the trunk of the car, before turning to Santi.

“So,” you say, crossing your arms and leaning against the car. “How was your first Father’s Day?”

Santi gives you that crooked smile that always makes your knees weak. But you’ll never tell him that. “I admit, it scared me a little. But…it was a good day. A perfect day, actually.”

You smile, proud of yourself, and of him. “Good. I’m glad.”

Sanit offers to drive you home, and you take the opportunity. The drive back is quiet, and the girls fast asleep in the backseats, their faces peaceful. The sun and the excitement of the day wearing them out more than usual. You doze in the passenger seat, and Santi sends over a fond smile as he pulls up outside his house. He gently shakes you away.

“Hey…” he mutters. “We’re home.”

You blink up at him and yawn before stretching. You sit up and unbuckle your belt. “Thanks for driving home.”

“No problem.” He smiles at you before you both go quiet, just taking each other in. After a moment, he says, “Thanks for today. It was…perfect.”

“It was,” you agree, smiling at his sincere tone. “We should do it again sometime, not just for Father’s Day.”

“I’d like that,” Santi replies, a warmth spreading through him at the thought. “We could invite Fish and Sarah, and they could bring Sofía.”

You nod. “That would be nice.”

After you swap places in the car, and Santi gives his daughters a kiss goodbye, giving them soft smiles as they stir awake, he comes to the driver’s window. “So I’ll have them Tuesday and Wednesday, right?”

You nod. “Yeah. Oh! Actually, can you have them Saturday evening, too. I uh…I have plans.”

He pauses for a moment and ignores the sudden tightness in his chest before he smirked at the warmth of your cheeks. “What plans?”

“None of your business,” you say with a teasing grin as you roll your eyes.

“You got a date?” Santi teases back.

“Maybe…I’ll let you know,” you say. There’s a small quiet moment between you both before you clear your throat. “So…see you on Tuesday? I’ll text you.”

“See you on Tuesday,” he says, and you give him a goodbye as you pull away. Santi watches as you drive away, a sense of contentment settling over him. His first Father’s Day. It had been more than he ever could have hoped for.

Tagged - @khonsulockley, @superficialfeelings, @othersideoftheparadise, @beezusvreeland, @itsmytimetoodream

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Just an Ordinary Kid Like Us

Pacifica having a blast as she plays Baseball. Art by el_moribundo__

Part of my Gravity Falls Baseball AU continuity

Pacifica Northwest? Baseball? Now that's an unlikely pair! But believe it or not, it works! Everyone knows The Northwests love their family treasures, but this Northwest has taken an interest to a different type of diamond... the Baseball diamond!

Ever since Pacifica was "reluctantly" dragged to the town baseball diamond by Mabel and Dipper, she's been getting more and more immersed in the game. Sure, her grand father, Auldman Northwest, may have built the diamond, (heck it's even named after him, Auldman Northwest Memorial Baseball Field or just Auldman Field), but her parents have always made it a point of reminding her that this was just "a bone we throw to those filthy commoners so they don't forget who's the family that brings joy to their miserable existence". Now, she's here, decked out in her baseball gear, with her coach/adopted big sister, Wendy, and her new (real) best friends, Dipper and Mabel.

Baseball's become an outlet for Pacifica. For all her life, she's lived under the heavy and strict expectations of her family and their family name. "You're a Northwest", those words forever haunt her in whatever she did. Everything she did, she either had to be the best, had to be an achiever, or had to remember her family's reputation that they only engage in "the activities of high society"

But here? On THIS diamond, with THIS crowd... that all changes. When she slips in her uniform, steps into her cleats, straps on her batting gloves, plops on her baseball cap, and slides on her batting helmet, she's Pacifica... a kid like everyone else. Baseball's taught Pacifica that its ok to be a kid and its ok to have fun. No one's expecting her to be an MVP and no one's expecting her to carry the entire team on her shoulders.

It's gonna take some time for her to get used to being comfortable just being herself, but she's getting there. Wendy, Mabel, and Dipper have all made it their mission to get Pacifica to just enjoy and be who she really is. And incidentally, who she is...is actually one heck of a great Baseball Player. Pacifica always gives it her all and it shows. She's good, especially for a rookie, but obviously has a long way to go, especially in learning not to take herself too seriously and just living in the moment. But that's what everyone is here for. She may fail, but Wendy teaches her that its fine and just to laugh and learn from it and bounce back stronger. She may not have all the answers, but thats ok, Dipper's here to help her untangle whatever questions she has about what to do next. She may not always be the best, but Mabel's here to pick her up and give her the light hearted boost she needs.

There's no denying it, Baseball has given Pacifica the experience she's always wanted: to be a kid and to just enjoy being a kid. Slowly she learns that it doesn't matter if she's not the best, all that matters is that she knows she has a team who will ride and die for her. She has a big sister in Wendy who she can always lean on when things get rough. She has a best friend in Mabel who can will always stick by her through thick and thin. She has a dorky adopted sibling in Dipper who will always push her to go beyond what she thinks she can do while still grounding her. Pacifica's got a long way to go, but she's more than happy to see it through. No matter what she's got to learn, she's all in, even if it means still having to get used to the sweat and stink that comes with Baseball... Yeah that'll take some time, but like Wendy says "We wear our sweat and stink with pride around her. Embrace the stench of victory!" Don't worry Pacifica, you'll get used to it...eventually

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For Rotten Fruit:

So we know that Wukong and Macaque won’t get back together until they resolve all their personal issues, but I think there’d still be some issues on both their parts, not enough to damage their relationship but enough to prove that they still need to work on their communication and still have a ways to go before they’re fully healed.

On Wukong’s part he’s afraid that he hasn’t completely gotten over his anger towards Macaque and worries that one day he’ll lash out at Macaque and hurt him again like he did when Macaque visited him in prison.

He’s also self conscious about how he can provide for Macaque, since Macaque is used to a certain standard of living, and his criminal history making it hard for him to find any decent work, he feels like he’ll never be able to give Macaque the kind of life he feels he deserves.

He also worries that others will look at their relationship and think that Wukong is just mooching off Macaque, and he doesn’t want that kind of negative attention aimed at Macaque, especially with all the negative attention he still gets due to his former connection to LBD.

On Macaque’s part he still feels immense guilt for what his cowardice caused, not just the 22 years Wukong had to suffer under, but also the 14 years of missed everything with Chao-Xing and the suffering, judgment, and control that MK and Bai He had to live under (even though Macaque lessened that burden as much as possible), so he tends to go overboard with making amends (nothing that crosses any lines but enough that you can tell he’s putting too much pressure on himself) especially with Wukong who he showers with constant attention and does everything he asks him without question (think 1950’s housewife levels of devotion and dedication).

(Wukong tries his best to pay back each act in kind)

He also insecure about himself, believing that Wukong wouldn’t want to be with him, in the carnal sense, because he’s had three kids with two different partners, the reason he’s insecure about that fact is because in his mind he’s “used”, that and his body isn’t as it used to be the last time he and Wukong were together (mom-bod Macaque), so “obviously” Wukong wouldn’t find him physically attractive anymore.

(In truth Wukong has never been more attracted to Macaque in his life. He just hasn’t made a move for two reasons, 1) he wants to take things slow and not rush anything before either of them is ready, and 2) Macaque’s last experience was him basically being SA’d by a husband he didn’t want and hated, so Wukong doesn’t want to risk triggering a ptsd attack for Macaque)

(They’re still hopeless idiots, but at least they’re far better than they were in their youth)

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oh I've been excited to get into this one! You give me such fun ideas to play with!

This is a long one!

It does get a bit dark in the Macaque section in regards to how Bai He happened, so trigger warning for SA.

These idiots absolutely still have issues they've yet to work out/don't think are real or serious issues that need addressing, and they're making a couple big assumptions about the other too!

Wukong's totally afraid of his old temper and anger flaring up again and him lashing out at Macaque or one of the kids, he really doesn't want to hurt them, but some days are just harder than others, maybe he's having a bad day with phantom pain, maybe something's just off, he doesn't want to risk snapping and secludes himself on those days, unintentionally making Macaque and/or the kids think they've done something wrong.

He's insecure about the modesty of living he has, as Macaque did grow up in a very luxurious "home" apart from the years they were together, he thinks Macaque deserves better than what he can give, not fully understanding just how much Macaque hated that life, it was a pretty cage to him.

Wukong is under the assumption that Macaque would be happier if they had something more like his old "home", something better where he doesn't have to work the way they do. He feels like a failure of a mate to not be able to provide something like that sometimes.

Jokes on him, Macaque absolutely loves their home away from the busyness of the city and the high society that he used to live among, he loves harvesting fruit with his family and watching his kids actually get to play outside and that he can actually pursue his passions to earn a living. He gets to do his shadow plays for anyone with any subject, a hobby LBD all but banned him from practicing without her express approval of every aspect of the play. He mostly used it before to entertain guests at the high society events LBD hosted.

He also sees the way others look at Macaque when they're in their stall at the market together, how they whisper about his mate, and how Macaque can hear what they say.

He sees how they look at him too, even after LBD's claims of his crimes with Macaque are refuted, some of the high society idiots refuse to believe it, especially if they were the ones who knew the truth but benefited from the situation and find it so shameful that LBD's promising son ended up with the same man who groomed him as a teenager.

Other high society will come by in poor disguises to gawk at the monkey couple, confused how Macaque could settle for someone like Wukong, especially when he already had such a successful husband. And wonder if because he settled for someone of Wukong's social status, he'd be more than happy to be raised back up by someone like them, LBD's not around to say who can and can't interact with her son, and Macaque has a promiscuous reputation among their circles.

Regular people whisper about the rumors, but are a lot quieter about it when the couple is present.

Wukong's both worried that people still think he's using Macaque, and that he's not enough and someone else will come along, and either by force or with what they have, take Macaque again. He's secretly terrified one day Macaque will realize he's much better off with someone else and leave him.

With Macaque, that man is a mess of guilt, self hate and anxiety!

He absolutely hates how long it took him to grow a spine and stand up to LBD. He hates that he was so weak and cowardly that he let her walk all over him after he was back in her "care". He hates how he let her break and control him. He hates how scared he still is of her.

He hates how much his children suffered despite his best efforts because he feared her.

MK, as the failed child in LBD's eyes, wasn't the focus of her attention, she still controlled his life, but she never expected the same perfection from him as she did with Bai He, everything he did would always be lacking in some way. Definitely not detrimental to a child's self esteem and sense of worth.

Bai He was groomed by LBD to be the perfect heir, and that everything she did had to be perfect enough to get her approval, she had to be the best and perfect child, which is also definitely not detrimental to a child's sense of worth.

Macaque did his best to let both of his kids know he loved them no matter what and lessen the burden of LBD's focus by putting her attention on him, but there was only so much he could do when he was under her control too.

And then with Xiuying, he feels so guilty that his cowardice cost his friend 13 years (Xiuying left after the first year of the twins life) of their son's life, that Xiuying was forced to leave one of their kids behind with him, a failure of a father who couldn't protect him.

He's also sad he missed out on the last 13 years of his daughter's life, but he also doesn't think he deserves to be apart of it, she's better off without a screw up like him in her life. LBD did try to get her hooks into Chao-Xing when she discovered her estranged granddaughter in her city, and maybe sent someone to kidnap the child and also maybe a hitman to get rid of her family, so Macaque's reasoning for viewing himself as a threat to her aren't completely unfounded.

Well surprise for him, Chao-Xing wants him around because Xiuying isn't a petty asshole and told her about her dad.

He absolutely goes overboard in trying to make amends with both Xiuying and Wukong, helpfully, Xiuying can read Mac like an open book and gives Wukong relationship tips when he's confused or overwhelmed by Macaque's behavior.

Xiuying is the only sane one between the three of them.

The comment about Macaque being like a 50s house wife has me giggling every time I think about it, he really is that dedicated and devoted and desperate to do right by them both. He's definitely got some people pleasing engrained into him by LBD. And perfectionism.

It also makes me think of this video

Wukong desperately needs Xiuying's advice sometimes to know the best way he can pay back Macaque's actions.

Xiuying sometimes swoops in and take all the kids, Bai He included, to their place for a bit with no explanation. MK and Bai He need to experience a normal childhood with normal not emotionally messed up parents.

It's definitely a culture shock for those two about what's allowed and normal for Xiuying's family, and that they don't need approval for every single thing they do, they both get some serious wtf looks from the family when they ask if they're allowed to do basic things like change into night clothes yet.

Qiuyue and Xiuying books them both therapy after that. They don't care if Bai He isn't technically their kid, she is now!

And you better believe LBD beat some toxic purity bullshit into Macaque after he was returned to her.

He "ruined" himself by letting Wukong have his way with him, LBD tried to gaslight him into thinking her version of events really happened, it didn't work.

He further "ruined" himself by sleeping around with Xiuying like a common whore, and then he allowed his little fling to impregnate him by not using the proper contraceptives measures (they did, it just failed), and he wouldn't get rid of the mistakes afterwards.

LBD, once Xiuying was out of the picture and he didn't have anyone left to support him through her abuse, beat into the idea that the pregnancy he stubbornly refused to obey her on dealing with made it impossible for her to find a willing partner for him.

Having sex with two different partners was bad enough, but to carry the child(ren) of one of those partners in an unofficial relationship was inexcusable. The child from that relationship was unsuitable to be an heir, and because he had so thoroughly "ruined" himself, she couldn't find anyone who would stoop so low as to marry a whore like him to get a proper heir.

The only thing she could do was arrange him with her faithful servant, who has been around since before Macaque was adopted. Her thrall would do whatever she asked of him, even take her "ruined", used son as a husband.

Macaque was only 28 when LBD paired him with the guy who'd been around him his entire life.

He did try to fight her on this decision, MK was only two at the time she deemed him a failure, MK could turn out better in the future, he could raise him better, the way she wanted him to, he was basically begging her to reconsider having her personal servant SA him.

LBD simply stated that allowing Xiuying to have a hand in raising him, even just a year, had already ruined the child's prospects, and didn't reconsider her decision.

She didn't make the biggest show of marrying her son to her servant, there was a small ceremony for show, but most of the high society didn't care about their age difference as long as they were both of age, and they knew about Macaque's previous relationships and sympathized with LBD for having to resort to something like this for what used to be such a promising child.

LBD demanded her thrall make her heir as soon as possible after the ceremony. Macaque was not a willing participant, but LBD and the Mayor both insisted that it was his own fault this had to happen enough that he did, and still does to an extent, believe it.

After that, LBD required them to appear as a couple at events, partially to keep any opportunists away from touching Macaque, he may have "ruined" himself in her eyes, but she wasn't going to let someone else touch him without her approval.

All that to say, have twins and then another kid so soon after changed Macaque's body a lot, he's absolutely got a mom bod, and he would hear plenty of comments about it that led him to develop an even worse self image, so he's full of insecurities about his body by the time he's with Wukong again.

Little edit: Macaque thinks he deserves all this abuse for what he allowed LBD to do to Wukong >:3

Everything LBD's ever told him about how he's ruined himself is at the top of his mind when he thinks about how Wukong keeps his hands to himself, or how he looks at him but doesn't do anything, he's used to people looking at him like that and making advances, he thinks Wukong is disgusted by him for being so "used".

Meanwhile Wukong is just trying not to give his mate a ptsd attack cause he's smart enough to figure out that his situation with the Mayor wasn't the most willing relationship in the world. He had seen the two at an event and seen the way Macaque flinched at his touch.

He doesn't want to rush him before he's ready cause clearly he's got some trauma around sex now, Xiuying supports his theory because of how different his behavior is now.

He's also absolutely more attracted to him than he used to be, but he doesn't want to say it because he thinks Macaque might take it wrong or he'll insult him or trigger his panic and anxiety.

They are definitely still a mess, but they are a much more communicative mess than they used to be.

Xiuying is regretting their decision to get involved in Macaque's life again just for the sheer amount of headaches these two give them.

And all of this is not even mentioning the issues MK and Bai He are having with all this change and new relationships.

Bai He struggles the most with all of it and feels like the odd one out, she's the only one from the group of kids to not be a twin, she's the only one who isn't a full a monkey demon and she's the only one with a single set of ears. All her brother's siblings have at least four, Xiuying is from the same troop/subspecies as Macaque and so is one of Qiuyue's parents so they all have multiple petal shaped ears, they are called Lotus Eared Macaques :D

Definitely doesn't help that LBD was actively showing insecurities in Bai He before she got taken down that might just get a confused and lost young child to side against her loving father.

Chao-Xing, Jidu, Luohou, Luzhen, Yuebei Xing(the last four are Xiuying and Qiuyue kids) are all vibing through the drama and teaching their new siblings how to be normal kids. Jidu, Luohuo and Luzhen, similar to their parents, do not care that Bai He isn't technically family, she is now and she will be treated accordingly. Yuebei is a different story.

And then the brotherhood pulls up to cause more problems.

And then maybe after that, someone LBD worked closely with whom she she gave her approval to touch her son shows up just for the chaos of it all

:3

Thanks for asking!

Sorry this was so insanely long, but I had a lot of thoughts about this question, I love these long questions, they're so much fun to answer!

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as an autistic trans man, sometimes I feel less safe in public presenting as a man than as a woman, because, especially in certain places, man + visibly autistic tends to be more often falsely read as "dangerous and predatory" than when people read me as a woman.

Yeah, as an autistic trans woman who doesn't pass, I feel that. <3

Honestly thank you so much for what you do on this app. I'm so glad there's people who are actually willing to stand with trans men instead of pulling the "um well I have it worse so do NOT talk about your own oppression EVER or else you're a transmisogynist!" I'm so happy I found your blog and I hope you have a great week <3

I hope you have a great week as well!

Eh a long while ago Chris Fleming made a video making fun of polyamorous people which used a lot of the same hurtful stereotypes society already perpetuates against us and I’ve not paid attention since

Noted, as someone who is also poly.

i wish the queer community didnt put so much emphasis on sexuality labels like i just want to have sex why do i need to put a word to it

very valid

about the dropout “discourse”: hot take but real life people are not representation. theyre people. real people are not queerbaiting you and real people happening to not be transfem (and I have literally seen transfems in some dropout episodes theyre just not part of the main cast) is not a lack of representation. these are real people. stop* *not you, the people being shitty about it

the complaint is not in any way coming from a genuine place tbh

hey! i just wanted to let you know how much your blog means to me as a trans guy. you and your reblogs have given me hope at trans unity, and lets me know that i-- that we-- aren't alone. so thank you for everything you do, and i greatly appreciate your support and look up to you 💛

Thank you. <3

i redownloaded etsy recently and seeing all the trans stuff saved to my favorites is so sad. i used to feel happy and proud and i wanted to be open about being transmasc. but since all the discourse got worse i just. cant bring myself to feel like it matters. it makes me feel like im trans and yet i will never matter the way other trans people do.

You do matter anon, I promise. I love you, you matter, and I'm glad you're here.

As a trans guy a lot of the self-ID'd TME transmascs weird me out so much. Like why do they all sound like "I am so strong and my power to Harm Women is immense. I could do it so much and I feel the pull to the Transmisogynist Dark Side but *unsheaths sword* I will protect them instead with my big strong testosterone arms from my fellow men" like what even is that. Who is into this.

it's so incredibly obviously bad but it reinforces some people's victim complexes so it's praxis now

a trans person will joke about their experience and a trf will jump in to assume theyre a white transmasc who has never ever faced any real difficulties for being trans

every time

Out of the many, many stupid ideas in this dumb discourse, I've finally decided the one I hate the most is that underlying implication that transmascs just aren't trans enough. It's so gross seeing people imply that we aren't really trans. Our dysphoria is minimal discomfort at most, apparently. I've seen people post about and imply that transmascs will never understand not feeling like a person or being unable to live a life pre transition and that's why we have privilege, i guess - are you kidding me? It's like our experiences are a joke to these people who are clearly so wrapped up in their online discourse bubble that they're just detached from what it's like for trans people as a whole. Sorry for the vent (would rather not post this on main and I don't have anyone to talk to) but it's just the most grating part. Also it's like. Low-key transmed shit. Thought we left that behind, c'mon.

transmeds are like ants they come back every summer

i wish TRFs had a label they proudly called themselves so i could jsut go through their tags and block them, but noooooo they HAVE to frame their transphobic bullshit as Brilliant Transfeminist Theory. like atleast radfems are fucking honest about being radfems

That's part of why I made antigonism a label for anti-TRFs to call themselves~!

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Thinking about how hard the "Star Wars" prequel films dropped the ball in terms of female representation. Like, looking back on the original trilogy, it kind of sucks that the only main female character is Leia, and while Leia does kick ass and I love her, it also sucks that the last film 1) put her in that bikini and 2) abruptly made her Luke's twin but didn't let her have a lightsaber or use a lot of the cool space magic powers.

When you only have one female character, she often ends up bearing the unintended burden of a lot of hopes and expectations of fans. She's just one person. She's never going to be compelling to everyone.

And then you have the prequels and you'd hope that they'd do a little better with male-female ratios this time? With experience? But the only main female character is Padmé, who's pretty fun, but also ends up 1) desperately in love with a murderer, 2) spending most of the last movie barefoot and pregnant, staring out a window, because they cut the "founding of the Rebellion" plotline, and 3) dying not because she was Force-choked but because she has "lost the will to live" because "fuck them kids", I guess.

(I know there's theories about Sidious siphoning her life force or what the fuck ever, but I don't caaaaare, because I hate the idea that Sidious has that kind of reach for no fucking reason and also it's not actually IN the movies! It doesn't count!)

The Nubian handmaidens are a cool concept, but they're all background characters, who barely get named. We don't get to actually see them and Padmé do a lot of on-screen work together. She doesn't get to confide in them regarding her love or her fears. She speaks to her guard captain more onscreen than her handmaidens.

And while we do see female members of the Jedi Order in the films, they're ALSO all background characters, like Jocasta Nu and Aayla Secura and Yaddle. As opposed to more active Jedi characters like Qui-Gon Jinn or Mace Windu. Like, damn, the prequels are the perfect opportunity to introduce and show off even a female Jedi supporting character, and they just did not do that. That sucks. The careless absence of women in this universe sucks. The careless absence of women as significant characters in these films sucks.

Every other piece of additional material for "Star Wars" has to move to patch this. The "Jedi Apprentice" and "Jedi Quest" novels strive to add and name female agemates and mentors. "The Clone Wars" television shows add Ahsoka as a protagonist and Ventress as a villain and a whole bunch of new female characters.

Yes, given that these are prequels, there are some characters who are not really realistically changeable. (Yes, trans people exist, obviously, that would be very cool; not sure that "Star Wars" was going to go for that back in 1999.) Obi-Wan. Anakin. Yoda. The Emperor. Unnamed Sad Mother of Luke and Leia. You need those ones. EVERYTHING ELSE was up for whatever they wanted to do.

So, anyway, I'm currently thinking about characters you could potentially genderbend without affecting the story pretty much at all. Qui-Gon, obviously. Mace Windu, as well. I think fandom would then hate both of these characters even more then, unfortunately, because fandom is what it is. Whatever legitimate criticisms levied at both of these imperfect characters would have increased tenfold, I am certain of it. But we're talking about the prequels's badly executed stories, not fandom's misogyny. (And misogynoir. A black woman as the leader of the Jedi Order when it was destroyed by the Sith? Fandom would have been even more of a fucking nightmare.) It would suck that they both die, but the prequels are a tragedy anyway, so, eh.

Bail's role in the prequels could have potentially been played by Breha Organa instead. Although, I don't know how well the Extended Universe novels had extended Leia's backstory by that point in time, maybe Bail had already been established as the Senator and Breha as Queen, so maybe not. At the very least, you could have had Mon Mothma in there doing his superspy stuff with him or something. Padmé's guard captain could have been a woman.

Both Darth Maul and Count Dooku could have been women. Yes, they're both evil, and yes, they both die, so it's not perfect on the representation front. But it's something, especially if you balance that out with some good characters, and look, I can't coherently complete this thought, I keep getting distracted by the mental image of hot evil Sith ladies. I think a female Count Dooku would have kicked ass, honestly, as much as I enjoy Christopher Lee in the role.

My main goal with this thought exercise is purely upping the number of plot-relevant female characters, pointing out that it wouldn't have been hard to add more women without changing all that much if anyone involved had actually bothered to think about that.

The original trilogy only mentioned "The Clone Wars", so the clone army didn't all need to be copies of Jango Fett. There could have potentially been a half-dozen genetic donors, with the Kaminoans creating different clone soldiers for different purposes. Some of them could have been clones of women. (I hold the unpleasant headcanon that the clone soldiers are all sterile (or functionally sterile, incompatible with unmodified humans) anyway, because the Kaminoans don't want clients to be able to "steal" their work.) And the clones are actually a fairly minor role in the films themselves, admittedly, not given any more development than any of the droids (it's the show that does the work), but again, it's still something more.

[returntosunder]

HI IM BACKKK WITH MORE HEARTTALE LORE BUT SPECIFICALLY ABOUT.....

ASGOREEEEE AND THE TRUE LAB

As I said, he is the character with the darkest color palette thus far! And obviously there is a reason! To represent him losing his way after losing Everything, his kids, queen and monster's faith in him after hiding away (they aren't aware of him murdering human children....yet :3), but it reflects more and hints an all time low with The True Lab

The story goes about as normal, Gaster, Sans and soon Alphys take on the task of researching the human souls that the Royal Guards or Asgore himself have retrieved but instead of DT, each soul has LOVE in it, or LV. And ofc after awhile they start testing it on Fallen Down/Dying monsters...guess how THAT went-

And since Its LV, they're even MORE aggressive, they aren't just little pets Alphys has anymore.

In the story I plan on characterizing one of the subjects: a dying wolf who was brought back to life thanks to the LV and experimented on, going through all of the stages until they end up being attacked by a combination of other subjects melting together (some that they were Close with) and melting with them, later becoming this au's Memoryhead, relieving their worse memories constantly

And it doesn't just end there!!!

After the death of the Royal Scientist, Asgore calls Alphys in. Alphys is Freaking Tf Out worried she's gonna get let go but she isn't. It's somehow Worse.

Asgore tells her to boot up the LV project again, but instead of leaving the Alamagmates out of it- he wants her to do further experiments with them, and to turn them into weapons for War to use on humans, saying they wouldn't expect them to use their own monsters like this and surely would make them come unprepared.

Alphys ofc protests, these are MONSTERS, despite what they've turned into they're still Living! What about their families? What happened to the Morals he once preached to these same monsters? And Asgore snaps back. He Lost those morals long ago after he lost his kids. Those alamagmates aren't monsters to him anymore, only "things" to be used for revenge

Truth is though: he didn't want to resort to this, he didn't want himself to go so deep..but he feels like he's gone too far to stop now. He's basically gone off the deep end, and that's mainly why the gold meant to represent his children is so Dark, even if he's still doing this for Asriel and Cara, it slowly becomes less about them, and more about him. He Truly believes the humans ruined his life, and he is Hell Bent on revenge, even if it means using his own subjects, who were already denied death due to the LV experiments as war weapons and experimenting on them further.

ALSO there's an alt ending for when Frisk goes to the True Lab where they melt with one of the Alamagmates, but their Soul allows them to barely stay aware of what's happening, getting trapped down in the lab. So basically a bad ending

But dw it's not canon! Pacifist is the canon ending :3

YAY MORE >:)

Damn... Asgores an asshole (tho im kinda loving for it 0_0) Oooomg, the poor amalgamates :(

Oooo Absolutely loving this tho, i need more evil Asgore, idk why it's just so fun (I love him being sweet to tho) and him literally ordering Alphys to experiment on the amalgamates is so messed. It's so sad that he abandoned his morals and is taking extreme ways to get revenge on humans.

Also, I know u said that the ending with frisk fusing with the amalgamates is not cannon, but I absolutely LOVE that idea omg. Its so sad but neat

Loving this, can't wait for updates ^^

[redsrooftopprincess]

Pumpkin Sugar (Part 2)

Raphael x Fem!Reader - Established Relationship

Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️ Fem!Reader)

Based on this ask by @gornackeaterofworlds

More of a question to expand on than a detailed request, but would raph help a teacher reader grade papers?? Would he get invested in gossip on the kids??

I was zoning out and somehow thought about elementary school teacher readers, coming back to the lair with papers to grade, Donnie getting angry over the lesson plans you have to use, etc. And then, like always, raph thoughts(I am unbelievably gushy to raph x lil sweet cheery readers) Being oh so sleepy tired but still having work to do. Grading papers, getting activities printed and cut, weekly plans. I'd like to imagine he helps to get you to sleep faster, all the while listening to the venty yapping about which kids are troublemakers

Special thanks to @the-cauldron-witch . The best brainstorming buddy I could honestly ask for. Could not have written this without you. 😁

It's almost two. He's later than he was supposed to be, because somehow the night construction crew on 4th don't need to take pee breaks. He had to wait half an hour for an opening to get by the site, but he's finally made it home.

He walks into the lair to find you asleep on the couch, cuddled with one of his blankets, and five pumpkins left. The living room is a wreck. Thin foam slices and shapes, along with more than a handful of candy wrappers (most likely your dinner) litter the couch and the ground around you, he's relieved to at least see a mostly empty bottle of water. He smiles down at you fondly. You had a way of taking on more than you should probably handle. He was a perfect example of that.

After a quick shower to rinse the city off of him, he goes back to the living room, snatches up a pumpkin and an exacto knife, and sits back on the recliner. He props his foot up on the coffee table and glances over at you before getting to work. Even unconscious, he was awestruck.

From the moment you met he was drawn to you. He's not even sure he can place what it was, but somehow he found himself caught in your eyes. Every touch, every whisper was the most beautiful agony. For two years his head fought his heart, reminding him every moment of every day that he was unworthy of you.

He still doesn't get how he managed it. You. He's still so damn confused, but he's past questioning it. He seems to be what you want. You seem happy, and he's been on cloud fucking nine for the last three years. There's obviously been some growing pains, and considering, to your knowledge, a relationship like this has never exactly been done before, patience and understanding have been a must. But when you're lying in his arms, it's more than worth all the bullshit.

And he's having so much fun.

Being with you has been the most incredible time of his life. And the moment he was able to say that he was yours, it felt like none of the other shit mattered. You somehow saw the beauty in the beast, and despite everything, still chose to stay. And now that he finally has what he wanted, and has for years, he feels like there should really be a "something next."

He couldn't give you everything. He could barely give you anything. Somehow, It seemed to be enough. But there were some human experiences he wanted to have, too.

He glances over at you, still asleep, and smiles. He can hear Donatello scolding him as he pulls the ring from his pocket for the fifteen time today. He should really just put it away. But he was proud.

It took him a year to make it. A ring of white gold beset with a deep red asscher garnet, and small triangle cut moissanites resting on either side of the band.

He didn't feel right giving you a stolen ring, and giving you something he found in the garbage was unthinkable, so between sourcing the materials and learning an entirely new skill thanks to Donnie (who has a bit more experience working with metal), he'd only just fit the stones this morning, which is why he NEEDED to see you. He was excited (and terrified) Even if it isn't time yet, it's finished, and he's been pouring his love for you into it for a year.

Now to figure out the hard part.

He hears your phone buzzing as your alarm goes off and fumbles to quickly hide the ring. When it's no longer in his hands, he smiles over at you, "Morning, beautiful."

You smile sleepily over him. "Hi..." You take a deep breath and stretch, yawning, before your eyes fly open. "Shit!" You fell asleep.

"Relax" he soothes, before you can panic, "I finished 'em up for you."

A wave of cool relief washes over you and you sink back into the couch. "How did I ever manage life without you?" you ask with a soft smile.

"You didn't," he clarifies, "that's why you needed me." He grins as your laughter fills him. "Why don't you go grab a shower and get ready for work. I'll get these packed up."

You stand and stretch and he looks at you fondly (and a little lecherously). You catch his stare and smirk, walking over to him and leaning down (only slightly), for a kiss. "Your amazing," you whisper against his lips, before you pull away and open your eyes.

You head towards his room to grab a change of clothes before going off to shower. It isn't until he hears the bathroom door close, and the shower turn on that he lets out a heavy sigh of relief. Too close.

He looks at the foam explosion in the living room for a moment and is about to start tidying up when he has an idea.

Opening up each of the pumpkins as he goes, he tosses some candy into each one before putting it in the cart, leaving the last five he carved for last. He checks the time and grabs one of the sharpies and a pack of post-it's out of your bag and gets to work.

As his hand is lifting the lid of the last one, a haunted house, you are coming down the stairs. He tosses the note in quickly without looking, closes it up and places it on the cart with the others.

You reach him and stand up on your tip toes to kiss him. "Thank you for saving my life," you say.

"Someone's gotta," he replies. You scrunch up your face and he grins, kissing you again. You kiss him back and bite his lower lip, he growls, still smiling, "don't start something you ain't gonna be around to finish."

"I'll make it up to you," you breathe into his ear, his hand tightens around you waist, "besides," you say pulling back with a suggestive brow, "I do owe you a thank you for the help last night."

He walks you to the garage and rides up the elevator with you. As your hand touches the door to exit at street level, he quickly pulls you back into him, kissing you fiercely. "I love you so fucking much," he whispers as he pulls away, grinning.

"I love you too," you say, slightly confused, your suspicious feeling from the night before returning, "what's going on with you?"

You don't miss the flash of panic in his eyes. "Nothing," he insists a little too emphatically, "I mean, what do you mean?"

"I don't know..." You say, eyeing him as he tries to appear casual, "you're being weird."

"Babe, I'm a six-and-a-half foot talking turtle, I'm made of weird."

You laugh. A few years ago, he could have never made that joke. He's come so far and you are so damn proud of him and the reptile he's become. "Okay, granted. Weirder, then."

He looks like he really really wants this conversion to be over, "you're gonna miss your train," he offers helpfully.

And if he wasn't right, you would have stayed to wring it out of him.

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Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️ Fem!Reader)

[silentiumdelirium]

Steve is banging at the trailers door like his life is depending on it. After a few minutes a sleepy eddie opens the door, his eyes going big when he sees Steves face.

‚Whats up man you okay?‘

‚Uh yeah I just need to aks a favor‘ Steve says running a hand through his hair. Now that he‘s actually standing in front of Eddie he gets a bit nervous. He bites his lip and asks: ‚Uhm can I come in? Are you alone?‘

‚Uh yeah sure Waynes working.‘

Eddie steps aside and closes the door behind Steve who awkwardly stands in the living room like he never has been here.

Eddie looks at him chuckling. ‚Sure you okay?‘

Steve laughs to make the nerves go away, nod and shakes his hands out and after a few seconds decides to sit down.

‚Yeah sorry to just show up here but…‘

Eddie grins ‚no worries man you know you‘re always welcome. So what do you need? If its drugs I‘m sorry to disappoint but I just sold my last gram.

‚Uh no its not drugs. I wanted to ask If I can kiss you?‘

For a moment its completely silent then eddie laughs and looks at steve confused. ‚what?‘

‚yeah its well its for proofing robin something.‘

‚You got a bet going or something?‘

‚No not really more like a discussion. Like we talked about sexuality and I asked her how she knew she was gay and she said that she had a crush on a girl and also she kissed a guy and didn‘t like it and then I said well what if the guy was just a bad kisser and what if you still like guys like you like girls like how does she know she doesn‘t like both because you can do that aparently so she said she just knows but then I said kissing a guy and kissing a girl can‘t be that different like a mouth is a mouth right so I need to proof that to her.‘

Eddie looks at him for a moment completely baffeld by his rambles then stutters: ‚ By…by kissing me?‘

‚Well yeah you‘re my only male friend at the moment like besides the kids but I‘m obviously not gonna kiss a kid so yeah…‘

‚oh’

‚oh?‘

Eddie fidgets for a few seconds with his fingers then smiles shyly: ‚I just woke up I haven‘t even brushed my theeth like…‘

‚Doesn’t matter its just a kiss no big deal.‘

‚Like with tongue?‘

‚Yeah of course with tongue or else it doesnt count!‘

‚Oh okay. I… I dont know Steve…‘

Steve‘s confused for a second because he hasn‘t really seen Eddie being shy like this. Usually it‘s Eddie who‘s flirting with him or making fun of him but this seems to comptely throw him off. So Steve decided that this was probably a bad Idea and he really doesn‘t want to scare him off and lose him as a friend so he says:

‚Look if you don’t want to it’s alright of course you don’t have to…sorry that was a bad idea never mind.‘

‚No its fine Steve.‘

‚No I shouldn‘t have asked you this just because you’re my only male friend its no fair…‘

‚It’s okay Steve really it’s just…‘ Eddie laughs nervously ‚I‘ve never kissed anyone.‘

‚What?‘

‚Yeah I mean I‘ve never kissed anyone besides Chrissy in sixth grade but was just a short peck definitely without tongue so apparently it doesen’t count anyway I didn‘t really like it because you know gay and everything so yeah no I haven‘t kissed anyone since…‘

‚What?‘ Steve just looks at him completely thrown off. Eddie chuckles.

‚Why are you so surprised? I mean its not like Hawkins is crawling with gay people just available for kissing and also im like the town freak so it’s not like there’s a line of single men waiting outside to be kissed by me…‘ Eddie trails off a bit embarrased while Steve just contious to stare at him.

I’m sorry Eddie…‘ he starts saying but Eddie interrupts him. It‘s okay don’t worry it’s not like I‘m desperate or anything.‘

‚I can’t be your first kiss!‘

‚Why not?‘

‚Because it should be real and not just an experiment.‘

‚You know what why not? I mean you can probably also teach me a thing or two I mean you‘ve kissed loads and I mean I should train a little bit for that chance that a real kiss comes up right?‘

‚Right but…‘‘

‚Now c’mon Steve you have to kiss me now!‘

‚Okay are you sure Eddie?‘

‚Yeah sure let’s go!‘

Steve stands up and walks over to Eddie who has been standing at the kitchen counter the whole time and he takes his face in one hound and holds the other to the back of his head.

‚Ready?‘ Steve asks and suddenly he‘s so close that he can feel Eddie‘s breath on his skin. ‚Yeah’ Eddie whispers and gets closer both hands gripping the kitchen counter not daring to move an inch. Steve closes the gap between them and feels Eddie’s warm lips on his.

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Part 2

[pansy-picnics]

Sorry but your recent artwork has me thinking about parent Varigo and I have to dump my thoughts somewhere. I feel like, if they actually had a kid it would be really emotional for them but in different ways. Varian finds out he’s pregnant and is a little scared at first, but he actually adjusts to the idea pretty fast and is excited about it, because he’s in a good place now and has a good support system. He doesn’t have to worry about his family judging him, he knows they’ll still see him for who he is. Hugo on the other hand is terrified. But not because he doesn’t wanna be a dad, he’s pretty excited about that, he’s just really scared that Varian is going to get sick from the pregnancy, or that the whole experience is gonna be too much for him. He feels like this is just another thing he’s “putting Varian through” because he’s still not quite over the guilt of his betrayal years ago, and now it’s coming back to haunt him. They work it out of course and Hugo realizes that it’s gonna be okay and that he also can depend on Varian’s family for support because they’re his family too. Now I’m emotional. Anyway I love your art <3

AUGHHHH YEAH YEAH THIS IS SO REAL!!!!! i love plots like that fr, their characters are so fun to explore😭😭😭 Honestly? i think in the right circumstances hugo could be a deadbeat dad. like he could just straight up leave bc he’s paranoid varian or the kid would get hurt or he’d put them in danger or something. he’s the kind of guy who’s always Running! like i could think of scenarios where he’d run away on their wedding day too. those are both horrible extremes SORRY FOR THE ANGST I JUST THINK IT���S NEAT.

i think hugo’s always WANTED a family but its something she’s always viewed as unachievable, mostly bc of the shitty living situation hes been in for most of his life. she could barely survive on her own and she’d never want to drag someone else into that yk? and she’s still scared of that commitment even after she moves into the castle, bc what if she DID have a kid and then something happened and she couldn’t take care of them anymore, or she ends up on the streets again….and what if she just ends up abandoning them? what if she’s no better than the parents she never even knew? it’s like, obviously she wouldn’t do any of those things or be in those situations but she has….a Lot of anxiety around it for sure. but i also think that she tries to adopt literally every orphan she and varian see. she LOVES kids as much as she pretends she doesn’t and its very obvious….she just hasn’t really had the privilege to be able to think about it until now.

varian…i think he goes either way, he doesn’t really plan to have kids but he’ll kinda learn to adjust to whatever, he’s also just a very family oriented guy so he’s definitely not opposed to that kind of role. in my head they usually adopt bc i think varian like, Hates anything related to the human body at all so even disregarding the gender dysphoria pregnancy is SO gross to him. idk why i just think he’s silly like that. hell make bombs and poisonous chemicals but he remembers people have organs and he wants to throw up. i’m not opposed to the idea of them having biological kids at all though…especially considering all the art i’ve already drawn for it’s us against the world LOL. personally i think even if he weren’t opposed to the idea he’d be miserable the entire time, and not even like in a serious way necessarily he’s just REALLY mad that he can’t work in the lab anymore. he’s pissed about EVERYTHING, actually. he’s bored and he’s tired and he can’t work and he feels like shit and he doesn’t really have any other hobbies either. his whole life and routine has been completely fucked over for nine months and SURE he loves the kid and he’s excited but like why does it need to be in there that long. why can’t it just come from the stork or something. 🙄/j

i think he might pick a few fights with hugo bc of it, just because he’s so overwhelmed and emotional and doesn’t know how to handle it, but hugo’s really understanding; also they’ll honestly take any kind of treatment from him because they’re like, “Yeah i probably deserved that”. which varian does NOT like btw and always gets on his ass later to stick up for himself more while also in tears apologizing for yelling at him

idk i just think them as parents would be Sooo silly. neither of them have any clue what they’re doing. dude if those two had a baby? Dude can you imagine? varian’s sooo fucking sheltered i think he’s only interacted with like, 2 babies in his entire life. quirin stays with them for tje first few weeks bc varian literally just has NO clue what he’s doing and is crying to him all the time. and hugo like, has an idea of what to do but he’s also SUPER paranoid. they’re both just staring at the kid while they sleep not so much out of adoration but because they’re just terrified they’ll stop breathing at any moment. you cant convince me that either of them know how to change a diaper. They’re gonna bring out like full lab gear. like the gag where the dads will pull out full hazmat suits for the diaper change. That’s them idc

ruddiger is also SO protective of their kids from the moment they’re born, like he jumps up into the crib and snuggles up with them and they always IMMEDIATELY stop crying. olivia is the opposite. she’s kinda like a toddler who just got a new sibling she didn’t want. shes pissed that she isn’t getting hugo’s full attention and keeps being a brat about it. hugo’s just trying to calm down his baby and olivias glaring at him while she’s about to push a glass off the table

yeah idk i. have a lot of thoughts abt them too they’re so beloved to me

[danothan]

hc + 💔, hc + 🐈 (would she ever want a pet, and if so, what kind of animal?) for hal, and hc + 🎵, hc + ✂️ (how long did it take him to settle on his current style?) for barry! -f0r

[ask game]

💔: headcanon about a sad experience (hal)

[below cut for insensitive suicide talk]

🐈: pet/animal-themed headcanon (would she ever want a pet, and if so, what kind of animal?)

hal’s never lived in one place for long enough to have a pet, at least not in the conventional sense, but i subscribe to the idea of alien animal companionship! itty was like that to him for a while, and i love cinderstrato’s hypoxia fic that had hal babysit (petsit?) itty’s kids. if she had to be a pet owner, it would def be some little alien critter and it’d have to be a foster situation. i’m sure there could be workarounds to keep a forever pet, like krypto to superman, but it’s important to me that everything in hal’s life is temporary lmao

🎵: music-themed headcanon (barry)

this is one i’m curious to hear other answers for! we already know he likes jazz, which i think includes both the slow, boring, romantic songs and the eclectic “it doesn’t make any sense!’ type of jazz that lame-o’s complain abt (looking at you hal)

i’d also add anything from the 50s, obviously a reference to his creation year 1956, but also bc i feel like he’d be such a sinatra listener. idk what that little square labeled 1956 is meant to be (outside of the ref), but i’d like to imagine it was a cd he bought during a big 50s music phase

and then throw in a little prog rock + new wave for the hell of it (rush and a flock of seagulls are obvious necessities)

✂️: hair-themed headcanon (how long did it take him to settle on his current style?)

going off my personal interpretation of his wing wisps, it was pretty immediate! he’s a man of routine, esp once he gets attached. the only time he’s “adventurous” is w simple things like trying a new ice cream flavor or pizza topping (sensing a theme w allowing variety in things that are already “safe” to him, like his music)

i added that he eventually cuts his hair shorter after hitting middle-age, which was mostly motivated by his classic crewcut in the comics + the visual cue of time passing. i initially thought of the change as gradual, smth to make his life a little easier over time. now, after the recent retirement development, it retroactively makes the decision feel like he’s distancing himself from his flash identity, literally getting his wings clipped. something to let go of

💔: i think hal has attempted suicide in every universe, and not just in the reckless heroic way. and i’m not gonna elaborate on that bc 1) not a hot take 2) not equipped to get into details 3) i’ll cry if i think abt it too hard and i already delayed this ask bc i struggled to think of smth to answer for this one specifically. can you tell i don’t do well w angst LOL mb….

and just for fun, this includes all the silly cute AUs and adaptations too. there’s humor in that probably. gen z dcshg hal jordan opening tiktok after a failed attempt and commenting “kys” on tiktoks that say unalive instead of suicide. or lps sugarglider hal trying to shoot himself in the head with a “hairdryer.” that’s canon now

[skyfallscotland]

in too deep… Olympics au… you say Bodhi has glasses… is he the gymnast guy who does the pummel horse thing?! I’m so here for that.

you don’t need to answer that obviously because spoilers but I think I’ve connected the dots and I’m vibrating with excitement rn and wanted to share [insert buzzfeed unsolved “you didn’t connect shit” meme here]

also that video… swimmer Xaden… please tell me we’re getting a variation of that scene with Vi and Rhi “objectifying the wingleader”. he’s literally dripping.

I also have a completely unfounded theory of what Vi’s sport will be (you may have said it already but I haven’t been very active on here lately oops) and I’m very curious to see if I’m correct 👀

- @callsign-rogueone

Hahaha I can confirm Bodhi Durran has one job and one job only 😭 Give the boy a Rubik’s cube 😂

You may or may not get a scene like that, because spoiler alert: she low key hates him. Deep, deep down she can admit he’s smokin’ but don’t tell anyone.

Vi doesn’t have a sport! 🥲 originally I wanted them to all be equestrians and I was going to make Tairn and Sgaeyl horses, but that fell by the wayside in the early stages of planning and when the Olympics fully started I was like dear lord, he’s a swimmer lmao. I oscillated between equestrian still for her, gymnastics, and sport climbing but kept finding issues with everything, then @justallihere here was like hey wouldn’t it be fun if she was the social media manager? And the plot formed in my mind!

So Violet is the media manager for Team USA. There’s going to be a few people who hate it because I know everyone loves the Violet overcoming everything storyline, but well, you know me, it’s angst or nothing around here 💀 EDS and POTS don’t qualify for the Paralympics either and I’m writing from lived experience so I wanted that grief of chronic illness to be a part of her story.

It’s actually REALLY FUN I SWEAR, I just can’t help but sprinkle angst in, it’s a condition, my bad 🫠

BUT NO, it will be SUPER FUN, and there’ll be lots of jokes and references to real life reels and tiktoks and events, and lots of australian nationalism sprinkled in because we’re the best, obviously. Katie Ledecky who now??? Just kidding, Mira’s Katie Ledecky

💗💗💗💗

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

have you already done something like the mercs finding snow when they get up in the morning? if not that could be fun :D

Mercs Reaction To Finding Snow In The Morning!

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Hi :) I have not! And I'm more than happy to do so as I'm writing this during a very green Christmas this year, so I'll live vicariously through this headcanon :)

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Demo is probably mildly excited, he enjoys the snow. Back in Scotland snow was much more regular, and he liked it enough. When he moved to the base he found himself missing the snow every so often. So when he first sees the snow he's pretty happy, probably has a dumb smile. Also! He and Soldier wrestle in the snow and both get sick </3

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Engie has never seen snow a day in his life. (I will die on this hill.) He never really expected it to snow on the base, he always assumed it would never get cold enough. But, he found himself feeling a bit happy at the sight of snow, something about it is just really nice to him. It's pretty and he likes it, he's not a huge fan of how cold it has to get for it to snow though.

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Heavy is neutral. He grew up around snow, snow was both the bane of his existence and something that gave him his best childhood memories. So him waking up to find it is just another part of life. He really likes to watch the snow fall though.

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Medic is not pleased. He likes snow well enough, it wasn't extremely common back in Germany and he always found it rather beautiful, but this man hates the cold. He gets cold so quickly and he stays cold for such a long time, he's genuinely always uncomfortable in the winter, so when he sees the snow, he wants to he happy but he's more upset at his impending discomfort. But on a positive note, hell find a way to fix this issue of his so he can enjoy the snow :)

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Scout is so excited. This man loves snow, he loves winter, loves everything to do with it. It instantly reminds him of all the fun he used to have as a kid and he's immediately trying to drag the other mercs into playing in the snow, even if it's a light dusting, he's just like, so happy. He's immediately grinning like an idiot at the sight of the snow.

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Sniper doesn't care, but he also thinks it's cool? Like okay, he'll look out of his van window and see some snow, and he'll just shrug and go back to whatever he was doing, but then he'll also think "That's actually so cool that nature does that." He's never really seen snow or felt any of the joy or hatred those who have grown up around snow have felt, so he can take it or leave it. Also, he's most likely to feel the cold before seeing the snow, he can feel the cold weather in his joints

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Spy acts like he hates it more than he actually does. He'll bitch and moan for a good hour about how much he hates the snow, and how the cold is so awful and he just goes on and on, but on the inside he's actually really excited, he loves the snow, he loves the beauty of it, he even genuinely smiles when he sees the snow fall (if no one is around) but God forbid he admits he likes anything to the other mercs. He does genuinely not like the cold though, he has really bad circulation and it causes him a moderate amount of pain.

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Soldier is so happy, next to Scout he's probably the merc that enjoys the snow the most. I think he just genuinely loves cold weather, no particularl reason, he just loves being cold. He does also like to sled and have a snowball war (fights are way too simple for him, obviously) so the second he sees snow he's probably waking up the entire base so they can experience the same excitement as him.

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Pyro loves the snow, as odd as it might seem. It is a huge fan of building snowmen, and then melting them down, it's a little freak like that. But anyway, it also just likes having fun out in the snow with the team. So when it sees snow, it gets really excited and starts rushing outside as soon as possible to start having some winter fun.

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How special, a headcanon for Christmas! I hope you like it! Thank you guys for being patient with me, it means a lot. I'm going to try and start writing more, call that a new years resolution. Anyways, Merry Christmas guys :)