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[snaggletoothcharlie]

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[superhero--imagines]

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A/N: I just felt like it, this is pretty self-indulgent tbh. also please buy my stickers on etsy. Please. I worked so hard and I'm so scared they're going to flop.

* Yo babe, this guy is like your #1 supporter

* Like there’s two ways he meets you. The first is probably like that romantic “it’s fate” type of way, and the second is one of his brothers sets him up with you

* The first one is sort of romantic- you meet him when you’re still young at some book signing or a poetry reading or something

* And he sits next to you, and you start chatting a little about the author and their work

* “You sound like a writer” Jason says, and you blush a little

* “I guess I am” you’re just starting out though

* “What kinda stuff do you write?” He asks

* “The bad kind”

* He laughs at that

* And there’s this sort of romantic mood over the scene, like he just knows you’re going to be special to him

* But then the reading ends, and he’s waiting for it- to give you his number or to you see again but he never does

* You just get up and leave

* He see’s you again years later, at a charity ball Bruce is forcing him to go to “public appearance is important” and “optics need to be good” or something

* And you’re there, one hand on Dick’s arm, and the other around a flute of champagne

* “Oh, (Y/N)- this is my little brother Jason, Jason this is (Y/N)”

* The hand wrapped around Dick’s arm unfurls to hold his own, Jason can’t take his eyes off of yours

* “Nice to meet you”

* And there’s no familiar glint in your eyes, this isn’t some inside joke-

* You really don’t remember him

* “Nice to meet you too,” Jason says giving you a firm squeeze back

* Your hand is soft

* He can picture it, desperately clutching a pen, flying across a page, and scribbling all the ideas in your mind-

* It feels like a writers hand

* “(Y/N)’s an aspiring writer,” Dick says, and Jason flinches.

* So you are still writing

* “I’m not an aspiring writer, I am a writer”

* Jason doesn’t miss the slight bite in your words, despite your expressionless exterior

* “No I mean like a real writer- a published writer”

* “I am a published writer” you sigh, and Jason guesses you’re exasperated

* “Oh really where at?” Dick asks, and Jason almost wants to strangle his brother. Here’s the person of his dreams, and Dick had the stupid dumb luck to date them first- only to say all the wrong things.

* But before you can answer Dick’s eyes light up as they hover over the bar-

* Then out of nowhere, he grabs your champagne flute away from you

* “You’re running low huh?” The flute is mostly full, Jason notices. “I’ll get you another”

* And then he’s gone, leaving just you and Jason

* “I’m going to take a wild stab here, and say you’re not dating my brother”

* You shake your head with a small smile

* “This would be pretty sad if we were,” you say, picking up a champagne flute from a nearby server

* Jason mirrors the motion

* “Dick said he wanted to make an ex jealous, it’s a mutually beneficial situation”

* You motion to the bar, and sure enough Dick’s chatting up a familiar redhead Jason knows all too well

* “What do you get out of this?” The question is punctuated with a sip of champagne and your lips quirk into a small smile

* “I’ve never been to an event like this,” your eyes sweep the room- marble columns and men with shiny cuff links and tuxedos and women in polished gowns

* It’s like something out of a tv show

* “I thought it might be good for my writing” you shrug, your editor is always saying that you need more romantic elements in your work

* “Well you don’t need Dick for that,” Jason takes a sip of his champagne “I’m right here”

* You grin, and Jason has to pinch himself to snap out of the way you dazzle him

* “What a gentleman,” you say, still smiling, though it’s dimmed

* “Anything to support the arts”

* Elsewhere at the bar-

* “Do you think they’re hitting it off?” Barbara asks, and Dick grins

* “Of course they are, they’re a writer- Jason loves to read, it’s a match made in heaven”

* Barbara rolls her eyes, but she’ll admit, you guys look good together

* Things move fast after that, the way they always seem to when people are happy

* First dates at the pier

* Second dates watching bad movies and smuggling wine into a movie theatre

* Third dates where you do nothing but kiss

* Bookstore trips, late nights where you do nothing but dream

* Jason knows you’re getting close when you open up to him about your art

* “I’ve had this idea in my head for months now but it just won’t come out”

* And you’re taking such a huge chance talking about this- how many times have you been told to quit while you’re ahead, or ridiculed, treated as an annoyance, or even laughed at for opening up about your work.

* So the pure joy Jason shows when you speak to him about it makes your heart skip

* “Tell me about it, what kind of a story is it?”

* And this is such a vulnerable moment for both of you- but Jason makes it seem like it’s the most normal thing in the world, like this is how it should have been with everyone before

* And honestly it’s healing

* This dork will buy any magazine or journal you’re printed in and ask you to sign it

* If it’s web-only, he’ll print out your story on high-quality paper and ask you to sign that

* “You know you didn’t have to buy one, I have like 12 contributor copies,” you say hiding your smile as you indulge him by signing the cover

* “I just happened to see it-”

* He didn’t just ‘happen to see it’ he preordered this copy a month ago

* “Besides I like supporting your work”

* And no ones ever loved you like this, so you hide your smile behind your hand

* “Anything to support the art right?”

* “Exactly,” he says with a grin

* If you write a book and add his name to the dedications/acknowledgments he’ll straight-up start crying

* “Jason-“

* You’re a little concerned, you didn’t even write anything mushy just ‘For Jason, my number one supporter’

* When he finally shows his face from behind his hand he’s smiling so wide with the brightest blush on his face

* “This is my favorite book,” he says hugging the copy to his chest

* And you just smile

* He buys two books, one to make notes in and the other to keep in a shadow box

* Speaking of books-

* If you guys live together you have a lot

* Like seriously almost TOO many

* Have you guys seen that tik tok of the girl whose parents are professors and they have a whole house just COVERED in books- like even the bathroom

* Yeah

* That’s your house!!

* Well, probably apartment, but yeah

* You have a “guest bedroom”

* But really it’s a library with a bed in the middle

* Your living room has every wall covered in bookshelves and one small empty spot so he could mount the television

* It makes perfect sense- one bookshelf Is yours, one is for reference material, one is to keep all the stuff you get published, one bookshelf is for Jason, another is for shared classics, another is books you guys share with signed books in it, another is just a display case really

* And so on

* “Do you ever think we have too many books?” You ask Jason one night over cups of chamomile tea

* He looks up from the book in his lap, reading glasses slipping down

* “I think we’re the only people who have the correct amount of books”

* You grin

* “Yeah I think so too”

* He would totally show up to all your readings and book signings

* Your manager/agent might start to get worried

* “You don’t think he’s a stalker do you?”

* “Nah that’s just my boyfriend” you say with a smile, blowing a kiss in his direction

* Just- supportive Jason who loves that you were born to tell stories

[newtafterdark]

With you peeps leaving wonderful motivating tags & comments on my “Benrey learning about Human Music feat. Metal Gordon” fanfic AND drawing fanart for it too (seriously, i am SO happy that my silly writing inspires you to make things)... I was really tempted to write more on the topic. SO COME ON, GET YA JUICE!

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Human "Metal" Music came with more than just the tunes, it turned out. Benrey wasn't quite ready to just be like "yo Gordon, what's all this loud noise about?"... so once again he found himself doing what he did best. Research. And with research, he meant going through Gordon's belongings.

The scientist had become aware by now of how curious Benrey was in general. The cluelessness and perceived obliviousness during their time at Black Mesa had been replaced with careful but persistent curiosity, once there was no outside threat to keep them on constant high alert. 

Gordon watched with relaxed amusement from his bed as Benrey was going through the overly stuffed closet. The former guard was running his hands through stacks of soft old band t-shirts on the bottom of it... and the few that were hanging somewhat sorted on the pole in the middle of it.

"bro... I can't even read... w-what does half of this shit even say?"

Benrey had pulled out two pretty worn-looking shirts, motioning at the prints and poking a finger through one of the many holes in one of them. Gordon let out a snort. 

"It's calligraphy... kind of. In the same way graffiti is."

Benrey blinked at Gordon. Then looked back at the prints of the shirts again.

"like Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 2 background textures? sweet."

He put the shirts back in the closet - semi-folded, he wasn't a complete asshole - and squatted down, squinting at a box in the far back. 

Hidden Content. Jackpot.

The box had seen better days. A shoebox, as far as Benrey could tell. Tilting his head he could slightly make out the faded "Dr. Martens" print on the lid... which was a feat, as the box was almost entirely covered in marker scribbles and self-made stickers. 

He gently lifted it out and sat down cross-legged on the floor, his head tilting to the other side, eyes now completely focused on this Rarest of Drops in his hands.

"Aw man, I haven't seen that in ages!"

Benrey tore his gaze away from the box & over to Gordon, who had scooted up the end of the bed, his chin resting on his crossed arms, eyes looking at the box with a fond look on his face.

"Open it up! I think you might even like some of it."

Who was Benrey to deny such a casual Okay to snoop around? 

Carefully opening the lid, a bunch of old polaroids and concert tickets fell out. Gordon must have absolutely over-stuffed this thing with... stuff. Benrey nodded to himself, eyes wide as he carefully picked up the photos & glanced into the box for a moment. Another... band T-Shirt? This time he could even make out the print - "Black Velvet Rabbits". 

He looked at the photos in his hands. Those were from concerts. A few of them a tad blurry. He could make out a stage in some, a dimly lit backstage area there, people smiling, drinking, playing & tuning their instruments-

... 

Benrey stopped and stared. 

He lifted one photo closer to his face. Yeah, the photo was losing colour, but he there was no way he could mistake the person that was on it. 

Standing on a small stage beside a slightly smaller person singing, tightly gripping a microphone stand & singing into it, while also leaning over the crowd where the photographer must have been as well, was a man in his... maybe early 20s? 

A lot that wasn't complete in focus was blurry as fuck but Benrey could still make out the shine of a leather jacket, tartan pants, heavy boots, rings on the fingers of the hand holding onto the stand... and oh FUCK- okay, he was absolutely staring at this photo like a cat high on catnip now but he could not give two shits - the hair. Long and curly and 100% a sidecut that had been dyed an obnoxious orange. And he wished he didn't see the shine of snake-bite piercings... and the hint of more on the visible ear. 

Gordon shifted slightly beside him, smiling at the photo.

"I think I still have most of the piercings... somewhere. Black Mesa didn't like seeing me wearing them to work, but you know... we are not going back there anytime, so..."

Benrey needed to say something. Anything. 

He had no idea what, but this was worth so many words-

"awooga."

...

Gordon dropped straight off the bed into a pile of old shirts, laughing & holding his sides.

[fromafable]

How to Fill that Witchy Cup

I’ve been asked a lot lately how to keep the witchy vibes alive and well when you are busy with everything else in life. Whether it is kids, work, school, friends, or any other kind of time-consuming tasks that seem to take away from our time to connect with the universe, you need to keep that spiritual part of yourself alive and well.

Now, before I go into my own little tips for keeping your internal Witchy Cup full and accessible for you (which will immensely help with other stressors you encounter), I should add that these are not Earth-shattering tools and tips. They are simple things you can do every day, and they are fairly mundane. How did I figure them out? Through experience!! I am a student, business-owner, and mom to two little witchlets that take up all of my time. On top of that I have a house to take care of, and a husband that I do in fact want to spend time with (shocker, I know). These little activities are quick ways that have subtley helped me throughout the day WHILE I get things done. Seriously, efficient witch here.

Anyways, enough rambling! Here are a few things I do when I need that little release/boost of connection with my witchy self:

1. Light some candles.

I know this seems like a no-brainer, and it is!! Almost every witch (not all, as I have encountered witches that are afraid of having open flames around) feels a heck-of-a-lot better when candles are burning. This is not without reason! On the one hand, the glow given off by candlelight and the small flame is very soothing to our minds and bodies. It gives off a feeling of safety and warmth. Comfort and ease. When I light candles, it actively helps release the tension in my chest that is basically a constant.

The other reason for this, energetically speaking, is due to the FIRE. Fire is one of the basic elements that makes up this world, and it is known for its purification properties. Burning a candle in a room not only provides a source of light and comfort, it also helps purify the energy in its given space. It quite literally clears the air, so to speak. Especially when you use candles that have eco-friendly wicks, and ones that create less soot (shameless plug: soy candles in my shop have this kind of wick, and soy wax is known for creating little to no soot).

I have used candles in situations where the tension/emotion in my home was running high, and we were all crabby and mean toward one another. After a few minutes of candles burning, the house felt brand new! It will help clear your brain space a bit, as well, so this is my number one tip for filling your Witchy Cup. As a bonus, who doesn’t feel mystical with candles burning everywhere?!

2. If possible, open your windows!

This goes right along with clearing your area, and connecting with an element. Just like you could with candles! Now, this one is another one that is more of a home activity, as I imagine you can’t open windows in a cubicle or other office environment. However, the fresh air will help you feel renewed, and clear away any stagnant energy that might be clumping up in your area and making you feel a little overcrowded.

3. Take a moment for three deep breaths.

Hmm...it’s almost as if these tips are common ways to help with anxiety and other negative emotions! There’s a reason for it. A lot of these problems and feelings are caused by pent up energy and emotion that needs an outlet, or by an increase in negative thoughts that we are holding on to. A third cause is that we aren’t able to properly open the proper channels within ourselves, such as keeping our third eye free and clear, or our connection with the universe clean and stable. (That’s not to say there isn’t medical evidence to support conditions such as anxiety and depression, as someone with diagnosed severe depression, these are simply tools in the toolbox to help with the daily struggles of these very real conditions). Blocked chakras, stuffed down emotions, and pent-up energy are all common reasons for negative experiences and manifestations. Cleansing is a necessary part of life, witchy or no.

If possible, place your feet flat on the floor (you can do this sitting in a chair, standing), inhale to a count of three, hold for a moment, and release to a count of three. Hold for another moment before inhaling again, and repeat this process a few more times. If you can, close your eyes and shut out the world for a moment. Put your focus on your inner self for these three breaths, and release the outside world. You won’t be able to help the greater good for anyone else if you aren’t centered and stable within yourself. So take these few short moments to gain your footing again before trying to tackle any obstacles or problems within your day.

4. Take a minute to clean your space, and organize.

Alright, we have all been the person with the messy desk, the messy room, or other work space where the mess just builds up. For some people, this means they haven’t dusted or wiped their space down that day, for others it could be that they literally don’t have any room to work in because their space has been taken over by clutter.

Clutter acts as a physical representation of our minds, and our bodies. If you aren’t able to take the five minutes to pick up your space, in my opinion that only means you need it MORE. It’s similar to the idea that when you least want to meditate, you actually need it the most. It means that it has become an obstacle you are avoiding rather than working through. It will do wonders for you, and if you clean your work space, even just to the point where you feel even a little better and can exist in it, this gives you the chance to take a fresh look at what is troubling you. Once my desk is clean, I like to take a moment with my bullet journal (gasp! Witches have them too!), and lay out the problems in short on paper. By emptying my brain of trying to hold everything in it, I actually am given the chance to use some of that brain power and brain space to figure out solutions to my problems, and I can come back to the others later. They are written down in a safe place, and they aren’t going anywhere. Give yourself some outer as well as inner space to work things out!

5. JOURNAL.

Lovelies, I am a huge advocate of journaling. It is a ritual/work of magick in and of itself. I’ve been doing it as long as I can remember. A lot of people get turned off by it because they aren’t into sitting down and filling a whole page with words. Either they simply don’t have the patience, or they don’t feel comfortable expressing themselves that way. And to that I say:

That’s okay.

Seriously, I know most people think of diary pages filled with words upon words upon words, but journaling in essence is not about the words. It’s about the expression. Similar to how I mentioned in the previous suggestion, journaling is any possible way that you empty your brain of the clutter and put it into a safe space in front of you. I can’t tell you how many problems I have dealt with in this way. And, as soon as it is in front of you, I swear it’s like putting on glasses for the first time and seeing clearly! Things just seem to line up. Emotionally, mentally, physically, spiritually, all things benefit from this kind of expression. That’s why bullet journaling has become such a craze as well! The idea behind it is giving yourself a space to hold what your brain is normally trying to juggle. (Sorry, tangent!)

I used to hate calling my notebooks I journaled in a journal or a diary. Because that’s not all they were! They weren’t just journal entries. I called them my “Thought Books” because they were the physical manifestation of whatever was in my brain that needed to be let out. Stories, songs, drawings, journal entries, poetry, doodles, scribbles, flowers and leaves from outside, and notes from friends that I cherished. These were all crucial parts of my life, my mind, and my understanding of the world that needed to be expressed in a safe space so I didn’t have to try and remember them forever without a reminder. Our brains are not perfect, even as wonderful as they are, and we will forget things. Write them down when you can, print pictures, and give yourself something to look back on so that your brain can keep working on new things. Healthy brain!

Expressing your inner thoughts and emotions, whether it be in writing, pictures, poetry, doodles, bullet points, scribbles, stickers, paint, color, or black and white, is like making a magickal mark on the world. In letting yourself breathe, and taking care of yourself, you help the greater good. Surprising and counter-intuitive, I know. But this is a deep truth about our world. Keeping yourself clear of energetic and mental clutter, as well as free of these negative emotions that clog up your spiritual pores and channels, helps the world. If everyone did this, I truly believe the world would be a happier place. So, I don’t care how you do it, witches. Journal. Fill a notebook with your innermost experiences, thoughts, and emotions. This is magick. Pure and simple. You will be amazed at the manifestation and power that comes along with doing this, as well as the spiritual experiences once you are once again open to the universe around us. Activities such as this are forms of ritual, magick, and meditation all on their own. Nothing is witchier than knowing yourself, and helping the greater good through helping yourself.

Okay, so now you might be thinking “What the heck, Lauren? These weren’t witchy tips at all!”

False. These tips are equally as witchy as putting on robes and performing a full ritual on the full moon with a coven.

Being witchy is about more than aesthetic, more than brewing potions and writing spells, divination, or wearing symbols of your faith and spirituality. It is about more than the right herbs, the right stones and gems, or the right words. It is about opening yourself to the universe, the elements, the divine around you and helping the world through your own understanding and application of these principles. Each of us has the power to attune ourselves to the energy and consciousness surrounding us, and help others to do the same by clearing our own inner space to hold others that have not seen how to do so. By keeping ourselves in balance, we hold a small part of the world in balance as well. Now, imagine if everyone did this! These tips are ways help you feel balanced and renewed. Fresh and aware of solutions that may have seemed impossible before. That, my lovelies, is witchcraft.

~Lauren

[cathwritessometimes]

Anti Gravity | Episode 1: Weakness Ungnome

(I almost forgot that I had this side blog so I’m posting some of my fanfics from wattpad now. If ya wanna check out my content there my username is galacticath.)

Working at the Mystery Shack, the world's tackiest roadside tourist attraction, was not on Wendy's Summer Fun list. Getting a job was her dad's idea.

Dan Corduroy believed in hard work. And only being twelve years old was no exception.

Wendy practically had to drag herself to work on the first day of summer to her first day of work. It had been a week since she had started working, and it showed.

Her face held a contorted expression of disgruntlement as she pushed open the gift-shop door and pinned her name tag onto her green flannel shirt.

Wendy slumped across the empty room, took a broom from the supply closet, and began to sweep. Sweeping was the easiest task. You look like you're busy doing something while your actually trying to avoid work, and it was always perfect for secretly being lazy under Stan Pine's watchful eye.

"What's got'cha so sour?" Dipper spoke up from behind his book. He didn't even have to look directly at her, anyone could've sensed Wendy's bad mood from a mile away.

"Everything." Wendy muttered her reply.

It was embarrassing to be the only kid in your grade who had to work almost every day of the summer. Just that night Wendy had received a phone call from her best friend, Tambry talking about going to a Summer Bash Party at a local water park. She had lied and said her family was going camping. The truth was way to cringe-worthy to tell even her closest friend.

A pair of footsteps thundered down the staircase as Mabel burst into the room.

"Sup, ma peeps!" She exclaimed while leaning against the counter. Today her quirky sense of fashion consisted of Galaxy leggings paired with a black sweatshirt that had a pair of cat whiskers and the phrase "MEOW" printed across the chest.

"Don't forget your name tag." Dipper said without tearing his eyes away from his book.

Mabel grinned as she said, "Oh, you mean THIS bad boy?" She revealed a glittery name tag with her name written in a swirly font. She smiled proudly as she pinned it to her shirt and asked "What'dya guys think?"

Wendy wasn't much for glitter, but she smiled anyways. It was hard to be grumpy with Mabel around. Her quirkiness always seemed to get everyone in a good mood.

"HELP!" squeaked a terrified voice as Soos suddenly flung open the door and jumped behind the counter. His small body was vibrating with fear.

Dipper finally put down his book, "Woah, Soos! What's wrong?" he asked.

Soos sat up, his eyes wide as saucers,

"On my way here I saw these little people wearing super pointy hats, and so I threw a rock at one and they started CHASING ME!" He exclaimed, waving his small arms frantically.

Dipper stood up from behind the counter and turned to his sister as he said, "it's the gnomes again."

Mabel sighed and rolled her eyes as she mumbled, "I'll get the leaf-blower."

Wendy stopped sweeping. "Wait, what?" She wrinkled her nose, "Gnomes? Are you being serious?"

Dipper forced a smile, "Uh- no, we meant...uh it was probably just Gompers. You know how that goat will eat just about anything, he was probably chasing after Soos's lunch box again."

"But Soos said-"

"You know how Soos can be," Dipper pointed out, "overactive imagination."

"Ah," Wendy said with a slow nod.

She shrugged it off. You hear weird stuff like that all the time in a town like Gravity Falls. People always seemed to be making up the most ridiculous stories and myths, it was no wonder so many tourists showed up at a place like the Mystery Shack.

                       . . . . . . . .

                     24 Hours Later

                       .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . 

Wendy always wondered where Dipper disappeared to every now and then. Sometimes he'd announce that he was running an errand, other times he seemed to literally disappear. Same for Mabel, who instead always seemed to be ditching her shifts to hang out with her friends.

"I guess that's just what teenagers are like."

Wendy thought to herself this morning after Dipper and Mabel hurriedly announced their need to run a quick errand.

This meant that it was up to her and Soos to work by theirselves for the morning. Most people would think twice about letting twelve year olds run a gift shop on their own, but not Stanford Pines.

"Mornin' Wendy!" Greeted Soos as he walked through the door and flipped the CLOSED sign to OPEN. He wore his usual dark green question mark t-shirt and a tan baseball cap. His grubby fingers were curled around a bright red tool box that had been decorated with a variety of race car, dinosaur, and space themed stickers.

When Wendy met him on her first day of work, Soos had proudly introduced himself as the Handy Man of the Mystery Shack.

This, by far, had to be the most age-inappropriate job for a twelve-year old, thought Wendy. She couldn't help but imagine Soos accidentally burning down the Shack just by attempting to replace a lightbulb.

"Good morning, Soos." Wendy replied, climbing on top of the stool behind the check-out counter and pinning her name tag to her shirt.

She yawned so widely her eyes began to water. These working hours sure were taking a tole on her sleep. Wendy's eyes began to droop and she rested her head in her arms, hoping to get just enough shut-eye to be able to make it through her last shift of the week.

When she opened her eyes she found Soos was standing right in front of her, his face inches from hers. Wendy stifled a surprised scream.

"I can't believe those gnomes yesterday!" Soos exclaimed excitedly. Wendy could tell from the hyperactive twinkle in his eyes that the "gnome" incident of the previous morning was all he had been thinking about lately.

Wendy decided to go along with it. Sometimes Soos felt like her little brother, despite the fact that they were in the same grade. (Sometimes Wendy wondered if Soos was actually a toddler masquerading as a middle-schooler)

And as a sister-figure, it was her job to look after him.

"So what did they look like?" Wendy asked.

"They were about," Soos thought to himself for a moment before holding his hands about twelve inches apart,"this tall. With red pointy hats and long beards- like Santa!" he frowned, "except Santa's jolly and nice, these doods were real meanies."

Wendy nodded to show her understanding although she wasn't really paying attention. Her attention was drawn to Dipper who had just entered the Gift Shop, looking sweaty and flustered.

"Yo, Dippin' Sauce!" Soos exclaimed, holding up a hand for a high-five. Dipper smiled and returned the gesture.

"Hey, thanks for holding up my post."

Wendy had to bite her tongue to keep herself  from smiling like a complete idiot as she stuttered, "It- it's no problem!"

Dipper ran his fingers through his thick, chestnut brown hair, "I'm gonna go freshen up a bit before starting my shift, it'll be just a minute."

Wendy smiled and waved as he headed upstairs, "Take all the time you need!"

She sighed in deep awe. She felt as if she were melting in her seat. Then she remembered that Soos was there too.

"Oh, sorry, Soos- what else were you saying about the gnomes?"

[noblechaton]

Sleepy Head

After the long process of waking up, Ladybug finds herself in Adrien’s bed.

So I mentioned yesterday about making a fic in which French toast was involved and uh yeah I actually did it but with Ladrien bc of course lmao

AO3

Ladybug came to with a groan in her throat and her face full of pillow, the events of the previous night having clearly taken their toll given how long it took her body to catch up with her slowly conscious mind.

Though, when she tried to think back on the last twelve or so hours, it was something of a blur, little more than a patchwork of half remembered memories and experiences.

She figured she’d seen a movie, both because she recalled having to sit still for nearly two hours, and because her eyes had peeled open enough to make out a movie ticket on the nightstand beside the bed.

The next thing she could uncover was that she must have had dinner somewhere, as her thoughts became flooded with fancy interiors, well crafted plates, and mood lighting that was certainly intended for a more romantic evening than anything else.

Why did she feel as if she’d been there for hours? Something about the setting that painted itself in her mind told her that she’d sat at the table long after dessert had been served, making small talk with someone that had varied between awkward and flirtatious.

“I hope you don’t mind” She could hear a voice in her head replaying something from the night before. “But I kinda...rented out the whole place, so we had some privacy for once. I dunno about you, but I think I need a vacation from signing autographs”

His tone was...calming, something that soothed her enough that she briefly considered never leaving the bed she was still splayed out in. She remembered the shape of his mouth more than anything, though the quiet giggle he added near the end of his sentence stuck out, too.

“Oh, of course I don’t mind.” Her own voice chimed in shortly after to play along with his. “My hands are a bit tired, too.”

The chain of memories led from there into a full course meal, one which she happily enjoyed while sitting across from her blonde haired date, then they…

They left.

At some point, they left the establishment, and made their way somewhere, on foot at that, no yo-yos or limos to speak of.

Ladybug let out a tired, groggy groan and stirred in the bed some, gradually coming back to full consciousness as she struggled to remember what she’d gotten into next, let alone who she’d gotten into it with.

The light shining in the room was far too bright to be that of a light bulb, meaning that either she ended up sleeping on her balcony, or-

She stopped herself and looked down at the mattress, gradually processing that the pillows she had so dreamily rested her head upon weren’t, in fact, hers.

Neither were the sheets.

Or the blanket.

Ladybug sat up in a huff after the realization set in, her eyes darting around the room until they told her what she needed to know. This wasn’t her house, this wasn’t her bed, and even the clothes on her body weren’t her own.

This was Adrien Agreste’s house. These were Adrien Agreste’s clothes.

She looked down to find herself adorned in a black shirt with a few, colorful stripes running across the chest, while her legs were somewhat covered with what appeared to be a pair of red and gold boxer shorts that had large, printed “G”s running around the waist band.

It started coming back to her once she saw her typical, red and black outfit strewn out along the back of the couch on the opposite side of the room.

They’d made it back to his place, despite a few fans noticing them on their walk from the restaurant to the mansion, and spent the night...talking? They had somehow managed to talk for hours.

Though, as she recalled, it wasn’t so much talking as it was nervous, happy chuckling with smirks and stares to match the light, warm mood that set in as soon as they made it to his bedroom. Such was the case on most of their date nights.

“Hey, uh, darling?” She heard her own voice in a smooth, wildly flirtatious voice and braced herself as if she hadn’t been the one to say it. “Do you mind if I...stay the night with you?”

Thankfully, for as near death as she felt, the wide smile and doe-eyed look that had befallen Adrien’s face in the moments after she asked, and before he came in for the tightest hug she’d ever gotten, kept her from fainting right there and then.

As for how she ended up in his old clothes, she could more easily remember him digging them out from a dresser, or...maybe a box? It wasn’t too clear to her, but whatever he pulled them out of had a plethora of Ladybug-related stickers on it.

“You can, uh, change in the bathroom, and stuff.” He had shyly said, forking over the semi-outfit with a blush across his cheeks.

She felt as if she grinned in that moment, though whatever look had curved on her lips had paled in comparison to what came out of it in reply.

“Oh, I can change here, if you want.”

Why, why, why, oh why was that the best thing she could think of? She slapped the top of her head a few times in the present as if she could change the past by doing so.

Alas, the effort was in vain, and the memory continued with her instinctively slamming the bathroom door in his face and doubling over on his sink in embarrassment.

Shaking her head to skip ahead, the next thing that came to mind was her crawling into his bed and cuddling. Finally, something that couldn’t have possibly gone wrong.

“So, handsome, are you a big spoon, or a little one?”

She could only hope that she was just remembering wrong and that didn’t come out of her mouth, even if it wouldn’t have surprised her at this point.

Regardless, the two drifted off to sleep not long after, the sensation of his fingers in her hair and his legs intertwined with hers brought a much needed sense of relief to the otherwise flustered Ladybug’s mind.

Now, here she was, alone in his bedroom, wearing his old clothes and her mask.

Wait, alone?

This was a question that, thankfully for her, didn’t involve remembering anything from the night prior, as it was answered as soon as she noticed the smell in the air. It was something sweet, like cinnamon, with what could only have been the scent of frying bacon accompanying it.

He was making breakfast for her.

Her heart could have simply melted, while her mind briefly wondered if there really was nothing Adrien Agreste could do.

“Yeowch!”

His loud yelp along with a clattering of something falling over broke her lovey-dovey moment and brought her to full awareness, finally convincing her to leave the bed she otherwise had little intention of leaving.

It was a short walk through the empty, quiet halls of the Agreste mansion, something to be expected when the house is only usually occupied by one, these days anyway. She’d been doing her best to make it two, but duty always ends up calling.

For the time being, though, she intended on enjoying her morning, though it was likely more of an afternoon at this point given how late she seemed to sleep in, to the fullest extent with her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend, who, as she rounded the final corner and entered the kitchen, was adorned with a soft, bright white robe and what appeared to be actual egg on his face.

His mishap seemed to have been knocking the bowl over entirely onto the floor, but how he managed to get the substance on his head was something she’d probably never know.

Otherwise, save for the mess he was dressed with and how he clearly avoided using a few fingers, you wouldn’t necessarily know anything had happened. He had continued cooking whatever was left after the disaster with a vigorous hum in his throat, which in this case was four pieces of toast and a few strips of bacon, just as she’d suspected.

So involved he was in this effort, he hadn’t even noticed her in the room until he reached for a spatula that happened to be on the counter next to her.

“H-Hey, Bugaboo” Adrien spoke as smoothly as someone with French toast mixture all over his face could. “Good, um, good morning.”

Ladybug tried as hard as she could to stop from laughing at the sight with no avail, eventually breaking out into a fit of snickering even while she closed the gap between them.

“Good morning yourself, handsome boy.” She still had a few giggles in her throat. “You, heh, need a hand?”

“Actually, this is totally under control.” Something dripped off his chin and onto the floor while he smiled a toothy, unconvincing grin.

Her head shook subtly while she wiped a bit of it off his lips with a few fingertips. “Right, this is definitely what “under control” looks like.”

“Yeah, uh, yeah, no I was just…” His voice trailed off while he peered into her blue-ball eyes, getting lost in them as he had many times over the last twelve hours.

“I was...trying to make you breakfast in bed, but my hand slipped on the bowl and it all kinda...splashed out, so…”

His honesty made her blush and her heart flutter a little, she couldn’t believe she wasn’t still dreaming. At least, she hoped she wasn’t.

“It’s okay, darling.” Ladybug wasn’t sure who the word flustered more. “I, um, heh, I mean, I really appreciate the...effort, but you don’t have to keep going like, er, this.” Her eyes gestured at the mess that coated him from the end of his chin to the tip of his nose.

She flicked the knobs of the stove until both flames went out with one hand while the other coasted along the waist of his robe.

Adrien lowly sighed and put the spatula back down, both of his arms sliding easily over her shoulders and down her back. 

“What, are you saying I don’t look good in this?” He smiled as wide as his cheeks would go.

“You look good in anything, handsome.” She spoke under her breath after stepping up to him. “Er, what I mean is-”

“Is that I should... probably get this stuff off my face, huh?” Adrien nuzzled his thankfully dry forehead down to hers.

The heroine narrowed her eyes and found a few fingers trailing under his chin. “Yeah, we should go shower.” She warmly spoke without a second thought.

“We?” Adrien quickly questioned, trying no to sound too...eager for such a proposal.

Ladybug’s eyes went wide and her movements froze while her mind worked out what had came out of her mouth.

“I-I meant you, you should shower. Alone. You should go shower alone by yourself.” She muttered quickly, her thoughts flowing out with little interruption no matter how much she tried to stop herself. “Unless, you want me to join you? I could wash your back, or I could stay out! I could leave, I could-”

Thankfully for her, the train that was running in her head became derailed when his lips placed themselves onto hers, kissing her softly and slowly so as to get as little of the mixture that coated parts of his face onto hers. 

The comfort and warmth of his steady, passionate embrace made her feel as if she hadn’t left his bed after all.

“You don’t have to go.” His voice was heavy and his heart thumped in his chest a few times. “Ah, I mean, until you want to go, that is, heh.”

She thought on her reply carefully this time, sounding every word out in her head until her confidence solidified, for the time being anyway.

“And if I...Don’t want to go?” Ladybug warmly murmured, wiping a bit of milky egg that had dripped onto her off with a finger. “If I want to just...stay with you, all day?”

“In that case, Bugaboo-” Adrien brushed her hair behind her ears and pecked on her lips again with a smirk curving in the corner of his lips as if he’d taken some of her courage for himself.

“My bed is all yours.”

[rhotdornn]

FFXIV Writing Entry: [11] -- [AU]Mercy versus Justice

Decrepit alleys lay awash with the first, autumnal drizzle. Faint flickers tickle the bulbs within the forsaken lamp posts, once-neatly planted along the pavement. Color-bled rectangles shape the course, width and berth of these alleys... And whatever else took to breeding within these hoods, too.

The pounding of the truck’s exhaust leaves little space for thought. It isn’t like for anyone to stroll through these quarters unattended at night... Or, at the very least, sporting desirable attention.

The clock’s long-since struck past the grand, ol’ midnight hour. Wishful thinking, for the city to be asleep... Yet, despite the slithering, ghastly fog and the spectral clouds clogging the heavens above, it never is. Always watching, ne’er resting.

The tires of my pick-up truck flare up in an abrupt burnout--the brakes are locked into place, hindering further movement. Loyal thing, this black beast--served its debt long past what I took for expected. Doesn’t show signs of givin’ in any time soon, either.

The door is the first to unclasp, and swing open. The soles of my boots are met with the watery rancor, hurrying down the tilted, broken tiles of cement paving the alley. A better life for the citizens, healthcare for all, poverty out-the-win’ow...! All those promises, an’ look the squalor an’ what else these people got from ‘em. I pound the heavy door back, offering a firm pat to the hood of the freshly-sprayed truck.

After the key’s secured the hinges of the door, I stuff my palms within the sanctity of my jacket. The winds were, for a blessing, not as tantalizing tonight--making the choice of a long, ebony leather jacket all the more appealing... Not that I wore much else on the side, anyhow. Black, fingerless gloves promised some succor of warmth to my palms... Not that I intended to stay outside overlong.

The back-end to some shoddy, run-down store was to be my rendezvous point, eh... Rightfully so--for deep it lay nestled within the abandoned hood, and gods would know how many stinkin’ mutts piss their territory ‘round here. The tapestry greets one in no kinder spirits--rotting off the wall, exposing solid, cracked brick from what I can only assume t’ be the nineties... And naught more is there, save for one archaic, wooden door to bar--or permit--passage. Try your luck. Or so it goes.

The back of my knuckles soon kissed the hind end of the doorway. I can feel the dense breathing ‘hind it shortly thereafter... Aye, the anxiety seeps from it like vitriol.

“Brought the milk.” I calmly mutter out, stowing my palm away, back into the confinement of my deep pocket.

“...”

I recollect my breath calmly, closing my lids as I make purchase of a lofty inhale.

“Whi’er than white, organic an’ so forth.”

The door creaks open, and I accept it as an invitation--or a death passage. Guess I’ll be made acquainted with either soon enough.

Darkness spills throughout the windowless abode--and swiftly does the door seal behind me, the moment I accommodated enough space. So much for decency, and one’s respect for privacy bubbles.

“You’ll ne’er get the code right, eh...?” the opposing voice calls out--some might find it surprising, painted just a few decibels and textures above mine own, with a lighter accent to boot.

“You make ‘em too long.” I retort swiftly, pressing on--idly nudging an empty pizza box out of my path with the aid of my boot. “Can’t be arsed t’ remember ‘em.”

“We’ve gotta be on the same page, bro--communication’s e’erythin’ these days!”

Lots of enthusiasm for someone barely leaving the precious comfort bubble of his makeshift basement... 

...Or whatever this slump was.

Three computer screens illuminated a far-stranded corner of the solitary room. You’d barely make out the riled, unkempt bed from the scarce light, a pile of littering, wasted ramen cups, fast-food delicacies and god-forfend what-else scattered beside it.

“Wasn’t kiddin’, though. Got you some actual food, kid. Now, to try this ‘gain sans useless passcodes,” As we both emerge before the blinding rays of the monitors, the pictures of blueprints come into eyesight. I shove the paper bag into the resident’s own paws, thinking no better of it. “Yo. Let’s see what you’ve got for me.”

A rather burly, pale hand curls around the helm of the bag nearly suspiciously. I quirk a brow upwards, but again, think no better of the matter.

“Awh, c’mon--won’t let me eat first?”

“First we work, then we eat.”

“Ye’re more of a Sea Donkey than a Wolf...”

“An’ whyssat?”

“It’d gimme an ‘scuse t’ call ye Sea Ass.”

I shake my head near-whimsically, choosing to opt out of the conversation. I really hope the selfsame humor did not run in the family.

I lay the balls of my palms against the desk, leaning onwards to inspect the screen. Lots of print, in blue. Go figure where it got its name from.

“Right’en, partykiller--what I’ve got fer ye t’day is a proper treat, aye. Witness an’ feast upon the greatest find o’ the century, hacked exclusively byyyy~ yours truly~!”

God, the enthusiasm in his narcissistic voice is difficult to weather down. Here’s to hoping that didn’t run in the family, either.

“So... Dhem, I’m lookin’ at...?”

I squint harder, once more, asserting sheer will against floating, glowing pixels on the monitor. They ain’t something you’d encounter in architecture 101, per se.

“The greatest of all finds, Dornn! Sittin’ on yer ears o’ermuch, bro?” He joins the fray, presenting quite... Eagerly to the monitors with his greasy palm. Ask me not whence from that grease came.

Minus the enthusiasm and eyebags-doubling-as-eyeshadow, he ain’t a far fetch from me in appearance. Go figure, having shared the same cradle, as twins no less.

“These are the prints of M’s Onument Tower! An’ funny story there, too.” He began, that acidic pride back within his voice. “I stumbled quite... Peacefully while lookin’ into an operation of “borrowing” cash from one’a their lesser banks... Especially ‘fter last week, when they’ve conquered an’ cashed in from no less than freakin’ 49 whoppin’ percent of the stock market--oddly enough, the competition rose t’ the same amount ‘swell, leavin’ only a measly 2 percent fer the rest’a the workin’ folk.”

“Huh... Guess they did grow big. Yet, you do realize that such a heist might be just a bit o’er our heads, eh? They ain’t one o’ the competin’, biggest Corps’ fer nothin’ these days.” The response came naturally to me--I’m not too eager to go knocking on the vault of M-Corp’s lesser banks, littlealone their main door. Word has it the mayor’s bent to their will... An’ that’s a word I don’t mean to challenge...

...Yet.

“A’ight, but get this--our lil’ un’erground hacker friends--”

“Your.”

“Aye, fine, my lil’ un’erground hacker friends would delight in this lil’ bit of info. Who knows what they could do with this? Per’aps finally expose the lyin’ whoresons fer what they really are?”

“Ye’re not givin’ that t’ them.” I cut in sharply, and a visage befit of crushed dreams dawns on him--irritation swift to follow by the twitching of his brow.

“An’ what’d ye have t’ say we ought’a do then, huh!? Let ‘em puppet-string the cops at their e’ery whim, roll an’ rile up new gangs t’ get the drug flow steady an’ goin’ around the streets, kidnappin’, slavery, human traffickin’--they’re worse than yer common mafia! Consider ‘em forgiven, eh...? Or did’ja forget who put ye in jail in the first place, eh Dornn?”

He’s got this flair in his eyes... The talk of justice often gets him riled up. Always does it manage to ignite his heart, like it once had done to mine own.

I rise my right hand out of my pocket, planting it atop my collar. There, I fiddle with a dogtag slung ‘round me neck, twirling it around me digits. A final exhale follows, as my own heartbeat descends into a chaotic beat.

“Mask yer address, send M-Corps a lil’ worm, a warnin’--posin’ as yer lil’ hacker friends. Keep the tension ‘tween ‘em still hot, can’t ‘ave it grow stale. While they fight it out, we’ll find ‘nother backdoor in their system. Send a copy t’ Big-B, but keep the o’her siblings outta it... ‘Specially Rally.”

“Not like she’d pay attention, or has e’ersince she got that shiny, new job who-knows-where...”

“That’s a matter fer ‘nother time. Get off yer ass, grab yer guns’n’rifle, we’re “goin’ the distance” this time ‘round.” At this, that spark within his crimson hues is embellished with a brilliant glint, as his hand dives underneath the desk, and then behind it--not the most practical spot to store a sniper rifle, but it’d suffice. It kept him alive to this day, so it had to, I’d imagine.

With a few flicks of the wrist, a smack on the Enter button, and an ungodly burp did the tick confirm the message sent. Soon we set out for the door--two guns holstered at the inner flank of mine own trousers, deftly concealed beneath the coat--and one of his own guns following suit on his person, with his rifle strapped across his broad, towering back. Comes with the Roegadyn package.

Within his other palm, a platinum laptop was held hostage--a quirky alien caricature with its tongue out slapped like a sticker across its front.

As the door unlocks, locks and we make for the car, Dhem sets loose a pent-up yawn.

“By the by, how’s the lil’ snake doin’ in ‘er lil’ lair?” He butts in, earning him a upright-bending brow as I climb into the truck.

“By all ‘ccounts, she’s farin’ well. Rivs can ‘andle ‘erself jus’ fine--an’ we’ll pay ‘er a visit to make good on that ourselves. She’ll be... Thrilled t’ hear the next plan, aye.”

“Right, Dornn. Well, plan’s secured, fake-message’s sent an’--” he pauses, a thousand clouds figuratively beginning to pour down on his mood.

“...What now?” I ask, as the engine roars to life--my gaze fixated briefly upon him.

“...I forgot the food.”

The last thing those alleys saw and heard right then and there was the tension of my truck’s tires against the uneven puzzle of a pavement, complimented by their burnout’s smoke--all the while in the meantime, hundreds of laptops and personal device assistants played witness to yet a new scheme of our own make, unfolding at their isolated screens.

[Involves]: @ladyrivienne

[walkinrollin]

RECAP: Walkin’ & Rollin’ Twisted Halloween Party!

Words cannot explain how thankful we are for the amazing turnout on Saturday, September 30, 2017. This was the first time we had attempted a fund raiser party and we were blown away by the experience we had. I’m sure some of the families that received costumes, the visitors and volunteers had some similar experiences too.   

The highlights of the day were when we revealed our 3 newest wheelchair costumes to 3 local kids, Macy, Gaige and Madi.   

Our first featured VIP child was Macy. This happy 4-year-old girl requested a “Wheel of Fortune” themed costume. The costume featured big sections of the famous wheel from the show on the sides of her wheelchair. Each side also featured blinking green lights around the sides. The frame of the costume was all purple with lots of jewels and bling all over it. Then above Macy was the puzzle being solved on the show. The puzzle was Macy’s favorite nursery rhyme, “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, How I Wonder What You Are.” This top section had pink lights around the frame. In the center of the costume, we included a spinning wheel right in front of Macy that she enjoyed spinning once she had the costume attached to her wheelchair. She could spin it the whole time she goes trick-or-treating. Macy enjoyed the costume and had fun wearing it at the party the rest of the time she was there.   

Our second featured VIP child was Gaige. This amazing 4-year-old boy is a huge KU Jayhawk fan and loves to listen to KU Basketball games on the radio. The fact that Gaige was also blind, added a new design element to the costume that we hadn’t been exposed to. The whole costume needed to be pleasant to touch and feel and needed to also include sounds to interact with. So, we designed a special KU Basketball themed wheelchair costume for him with a giant 3D plush Jayhawk hooded fuzzy blanket over the top of the wheelchair. The wings wrapped around to Gaige’s shoulders. Then we included a board in front of Gaige that was orange with grooves carved into it that mimicked the black lines of a basketball. That way Gaige could trace his fingers along those lines to know what it was. At the front of the board was a Jayhawk basketball net hanging down with a removable bucket set down in it. The bucket was to hold all the candy Gaige was going to get at Halloween, but could be removed so Gaige could use it as just a basketball net. Also on top of the board, were 8 big bright buttons and a speaker. These were each assigned a different sound effect. There was the “Rock Chalk Jayhawk” chant, the final seconds of the 2012 Championship game (Gaige’s favorite to listen to) and then a few surprises for the family. Brain Hanni, the voice on the radio of Jayhawk basketball, recorded some play by play recordings of a fictional game where Gaige was the star player on the field. Each recording had Gaige interacting with different KU players and becoming the game’s MVP. The final button was a special recording made by Coach Bill Self, where he talked about Gaige and what an amazing kid he is. It was emotional for the family and I think for a few of the spectators as well.   

Our third featured VIP child was Madi. This energetic 5-year-old girl loves airplanes. Any type of plane, she loves it. So, for her unique costume, we partnered up with Prairie Fire 4-H club to build this amazing costume for Madi. They started the reveal by announcing they went with an Amelia Earhart plane for a few reasons. She is a local hero from Kansas, she flew a pretty cool plane and did some amazing things herself. A perfect matchup for Madi. Then the team gave Madi some gifts. First a book about Amelia Earhart, then a full costume for her to wear that matched what Amelia Earhart wore. Then it was time for the reveal. The plane ended up being the largest costume reveal we did at the party. It had a wide wingspan, a spinning propeller in the front, and a tail behind that featured Amelia’s plane numbers, but Madi’s name painted on the back. It was amazing and Madi loved it.   

The other events that happened at the party include an art table where kids could design any wheelchair costume they wanted to. There are some amazing ideas which we will be adding to our costume sketch database very soon. Keep an eye out for those.   

There were many meet-and-greet cosplayers including Elsa, Cyclops, Elmo, Batgirl, Supergirl, a group of 4 Lego Superheroes, and many Star Wars characters from the 501st and the Rebel Legion. All the kids, and most adults made sure to get in there and have their pictures taken with them throughout the day.   

We had a great caricature artist, Darryl Woods, who was turning many kids into zombies with his drawings. There were quite a few kids and adults who made sure to get their portraits done as well. Thank you, Darryl, for helping at our event.   

We had some great face painters at the event who did a great job of decorating the faces with colorful designs and a few slightly frightening designs. The kids loved it.   

One of the biggest surprises came from Johnny Dare and his Morning Show. A few days before the event, Johnny Dare had us on his radio show to promote the event. After talking about what we do and what it means to the families, Johnny opened it up to his listeners to donate. Within 15 minutes, his listeners had raised $3,000 for Walkin’ & Rollin’ Costumes. Then at our event, Johnny Dare surprised us again by personally donating $5,000 to our organization! Thank you so much. That was a huge help and will allow us to make many costumes for kids. 

We also had several vendors who helped make the event possible. Planet Comicon was so helpful in getting many of the cosplayers there for meet and greets, as well as having many of the volunteers to run the event. Thank you so much. They also kept the place hoping with music all day long. Find out more about Planet Comicon at: www.PlanetComicon.com  

3rd Street Asylum haunted house was there passing out tattoos and having a couple of their masks on display for people to see. They also helped by sponsoring Macy’s Wheel of Fortune Costume. We look forward to partnering with them again with another costume they have already sponsored. Find out more about 3rd Street Asylum at: www.3rdStreetAsylum.com  

Toynbee’s House of Horrors were there in full costume as some of the clowns from their haunted house. They posed for pictures and were kind enough to also sponsor another costume, the KU Basketball costume for Gaige. Find out more about Toynbee’s House of Horrors at: www.ToynbeesHouseOfHorrors.com  

Kansas City Comic Con was also present to let people know about the upcoming comic con in November and give out little gifts to everyone who stopped by. Find out more about Kansas City Comic Con at: www.KansasCity-ComicCon.com   

These costumes that we build, as well as the other costumes we are currently building for Halloween this year, are 100% funded by sponsors, and donors just like you. On average, these costumes cost about $250 in supplies, and if we need to ship them to the families, it averages another $100 in shipping fees. But the families that receive these costumes never pay for them. They are FREE to each family that requests a walker or wheelchair costume from Walkin’ & Rollin’ Costumes. All the builders we have are volunteers, and we have about 100 volunteers spread out across the United States and we are constantly adding more. We even have groups that have requested to build the costumes together, such as high school classes, 4-H clubs, advertising agencies, engineering companies, and many more. When we receive a costume request from our website, we try and pair them up with a volunteer builder or team in their area. If we don’t have a volunteer in their area, we will contact a volunteer that has the skills we need for a particular costume and then ship the costume to the family.   

I would like to thank our many sponsors at the party. In addition to the vendors that were at the party, these additional sponsors support Walkin’ & Rollin’ Costumes.   

First, I want to thank Michelle Hoffine with “Twisted Halloween” for hosting the party. What an amazing store and the way that Michelle helped us every step of the way, was truly appreciated. Thank you, Michelle. Her store is full of unique items for any fan of Halloween, whether that’s pieces for your costume, decorations for your house, or just hard to find costumes. I love this store and I highly recommend it to anyone. The “Twisted Halloween” store is located at: 12932 W. 87th Street Pkwy, Lenexa, KS 66215  There website is located at: www.twistedhalloweenkc.com

Thank you to Joe Tindall, the owner of “GrandMark Signs” in Lenexa, KS. Joe has been a tremendous help with our costumes for the past year, and continues to do so. GrandMark Signs has handled the printing of all of our graphics for the costumes onto vinyl stickers for easy application to the frames and wheel covers. This allows the graphics on our costumes to become vibrant in color and waterproof as well. The speed and quality has always been perfect as well. Thank you so much, Joe, for all that you do for Walkin’ & Rollin’ Costumes. If you need any printing done for your office signage or any other items that GrandMark Signs can help with, please consider using them. They are located at: 11080 Strang Line Road, Lenexa, KS 66215 and can also be found at www.grandmarksigns.com.  

And finally, thank you to Joe Reitinger with “Muffler Mart.” Joe has agreed to sponsor one of our upcoming costumes. Joe also spent the entire day at our event helping out. Thank you so much. Muffler Mart is located at: 518 North 7th, Kansas City, KS 66101  

Our goal is a lofty one. We want to build a costume for any child with special needs that requests one. Right now, we receive more requests than we are capable of building. But with more funding, and more volunteers, we can meet that goal and bring a smile to every child with special needs that we can.   

Donating is easy. You can donate through our website at www.WalkinRollin.org, or our Facebook page at www.Facebook.com/WalkinRollin. You can sponsor a part of a costume, the shipping costs of a costume, or even an entire costume. Any amount helps. 

Thank you, Lon Davis Owner Walkin’ & Rollin’ Costumes