#like kiddo what the heck is wrong with you

[smilesrobotlover]

@skyward-floored the sons!!!!

I tried to make his hair light orange and blond XD dunno how I did, and I tried to make his eyes orange? Idk, but! He’s a cute kiddo! I love theeeeem

[transformers-spike]

(Not a request)

I’ve been like honestly thinking, what would certain bots call their little human partners? Like I could imagine TFA megs being “my darling” but like at the same time I don’t. Just a random ramble I hope you could help me out here bc it’s been on my mind for a while🥲

I've been discussing this question with @drunkeninlovesailor this morning and we've brainstormed a bunch - so keep in mind we've also come up with a bit of extra worldbuilding (since we don't always vibe with official sources) Honestly, it depends on how well a bot is acquainted with/willing to use human terms. TFA Megatron for example would only use "my darling" if he knows it terribly flusters the human. He obviously looks down on humanity (and this includes everyone but his human - whom he still looks down upon to a degree but shhhhh). If his planet's terms don't have the same impact, then "darling" it is. But if he were to use a Cybertronian term, he would go for "my spark" (meaning "person I cannot live without"). TFP Megatron always goes for something that's a thin line between affectionate and demeaning. Things like "little one" where you're really questioning if he views you as someone he loves or a glorified pet. To be fair he's weird with everyone - any affection he has is mixed with murderous intent. TFP Optimus would call you something that shows his respect and appreciation for you. Not big on nicknames, but I'm sure you can get him to adopt something - be it Cybertronian or human lingo TFP Bulkhead and Breakdown are well-acquainted with human media (thanks to Miko and Knock Out) - but the nicknames they choose are either obscure references or sickeningly sweet to a point it gets ridiculous. Are they aware of this? Mostly Bulkhead - Breakdown would call you cotton candy with a straight face because it's sweet so it must be affectionate, right? TFP Ratchet would refer to you as his associate and later friend until he finally figures out his feelings and admits to himself he's been pining for so long it's starting to take a toll on him. Then he'll start calling his human "my spark" in private, because he's old as balls. But also "sweetspark" if he's feeling playful. Although he's willing to adopt some human terms as well and lovingly mock you by using the most grotesquely cute nicknames when you're alone. TFP Starscream? Absolute disaster. He tries so hard but he's too self-aware about how weird it sounds to call you anything affectionate. Usually everything he uses sounds demeaning even if he starts them with "my" - ie: my fleshbag. Unless you're in private and he's feeling particularly generous, at which point he's going to see if he can use some of the human lingo he learned while scouring the internet. He's testing them out to see which ones work - this can either make or break your boner. He's trying to seduce you not call you his "honey bear" TFP Smokescreen is a virgin who's never been with anyone before (you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands) so he's navigating the land of pet names with even less experience. Don't let him use the internet though because he'll probably end up calling you his bitch and see nothing wrong with that. Cybertronian terms tend to be easier. He says sweetspark and acts smooth to impress you, but all it takes is a sultry voice and his entire system needs to reboot. TFP Knock Out has a good grip of human lingo and is the best at mixing human and Cybertronian nicknames. He can easily switch between sweetspark and love - my spark and darling. Heck if he wants to be a smug bitch he'll call you kid/kiddo by saying Newspark.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

How you cope..

Pairings: Caregiver!Captain John Price + Caregiver!Simon 'Ghost' Riley + Caregiver!John 'Soap' McTavish + Caregiver!Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick.

Summary: The team finds out you're a Regressor. Heck. You find out you're a Regressor. You had never known there was a name for it...

Warnings: Subtle hint that Ghost regresses (Soap as a CG), Regressor!Gaz mentioned, they're in a helicopter for this one so honoury Nikolai mention :D, Not really knowing what regression is, slipping after a mission, nicknames (Soldier, little one, kiddo, sweetheart), Ghost calls Soap Johnny.

(Gender Neutral Reader)

A/N - I do fully intend to write a part 2 to this!!!

‼️THIS IS NOT NSFW‼️

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The military was an interesting place, with this came different coping mechanisms be it working out till you drop or something else it was easy to dismiss what you'd see as long as the individual was coping.

As the Captain of the taskforce Price was acutely aware of how his team coped. (Mainly so he could help if needed and in some other cases so he knew that his family team were actually coping and not just ignoring their issues. Simon trained. He trained until he couldn't anymore which was when Soap would step in and comfort him. A lot of Soaps coping came from being able to comfort Simon, he thrived at being able to help his friends. And Gaz, well Gaz regressed and Price looked after him as his Caregiver.

That was probably why after a particularly hard mission on the helicopter ride back Price instantly noticed something was wrong. You had been awufully reserved, normally you'd be chatting with the team but that wasn't the case today. Originally everyone brushed it off as you just being tired, it wasn't unbelievable. The mission had been difficult, exhausting.

After a while of your had clumsily lolling to the side, bumping the wall of the hellicopter Price decides to speak up.

"Are you feeling okay Soldier..?"

"Fine Cap'tin..." You mumbled.

That had got everyone's attention. Even when tired you never slurred your words like that. It's then that it hits Price. You were regressing. Well actually more like you were regressed. He was used to this in his team, it was a coping mechanism that he had learnt briefly about before joining the military however upon Gaz struggling Price had learnt more so he would be able to help.

Price's tone turned fatherly (as though he didn't permanently sound like a dad)

"Are you feeling small..?"

You normally always shut down when you felt like this, it was easier to just sleep it off. Although you were well aware that it didn't really work.. You shrug wordlessly.

The others had been watching this interaction take place. Soap moved from where he had been sitting with Ghost, kneeling down infront of you. There was a gentle smile plastered on his face.

"Well what do we 'ave here? Jus' a wee little one?"

"Think that might be the case Johnny" Ghost replies, his voice somewhat softer than usual, although if you had been an outsider watching you'd never have noticed the slight change in tone.

Price got up and headed to the front of the helicopter, quickly conversing with Nikolai. When he came back he addressed everyone letting them know that it wouldn't be too much longer before you'd all be back at base.

It was now Gaz's turn to speak.

"Has this happened to you before kiddo?"

You nod but don't speak.

"Okayyy, do you have any items back at base?"

You give a confused head tilt, confused on what he meant by items"

"..things like plushies, paci's, colouring books.. things like that?"

This time you gently shake your head. Ghost sighs, he understands that...

Price then speaks up again.

"Well then we'll just have to change that, now won't we Sweetheart?"

[emolionsrawr]

buck: *slams his phone down on the table*

bobby: what's wrong kiddo?

buck: well chris' favourite animal at the moment is penguins and i was googling penguin facts so i could tell him about them when me and tommy take him to the zoo on saturday

bobby: and that made you slam your phone?

buck: well as i was googling penguin facts i found a picture of their mouths... bobby they have teeth going all the way down their throat, well actually it's not teeth like we have them they're backward facing flesh spines that help guide the fish down

bobby:... what the heck?

buck: yep! it looks terrifying! but a fun fact i did find was did you know the earliest penguin fossil was found in 61.6 million year old antartic rock! about 4-5 million years after the mass extinction of the dinosaurs waimanu manneringi stood upright and waddled like modern day penguins, but was more likely in the water, some fossil penguins were much larger than any living penguin today, reaching 4.5 feet tall!

bobby: oh wow, i think chris is gonna love that fact kid

buck: they also release air bubbles from their feathers which cuts the drag on their bodies, allowing them to double, and triple their swimming speed and quickly launch into the air

bobby: that's amazing buck, what else did you learn?

buck: well-

*alarm rings*

buck: damn it, tell you in the engine dad! *runs to the engine*

bobby:

bobby: did he just-

eddie: yeah, he did

bobby: *tears up*

[itsabouttimex2]

Deep Sea Sympathies

Yandere Sun Wukong

(Syntax alphabet is up next, then an LSO + Primal . Feeling super down, so I wrote something a little sadder. The villain tiers post I spent two days writing and rewriting again and again got anonymously sent to another user, who skimmed the majority of it, left out my opening and ending points, and called at least one of my criticisms “ridiculous” and even has a reblogger claiming that I “hate Macaque”, that I want “everyone to hate Macaque” and that I’m “salty”. Maybe it’s childish, but that kind of hurts when I’ve spent literal months making content for the show (often involving Macaque) that I genuinely love. I only wrote that list because I wanted to give my honest opinions as a break from my usual content as I prepared to watch and write for Season Five. Maybe I’m in the wrong and my rant was just stupid? Do you guys want me to delete the “Season Five Prep” posts?)

“I still can’t believe MK got me back into this,” the simian before you chuckles. “But I’m kinda glad he did. I really missed drawing. I forgot how good it felt.”

“…I see,” you “answer”, maintaining a stiff and poised position, staring down at the collection of utensils that the hero is using. “Are you… having fun, then?”

“Aww, bud. Come and take a seat, okay? Look, I’ll even put out a little mat for you. Come and take a seat,” he invites, plucking one of his transforming ginger hairs to make a proper cushion for you.

His tail winds lazily around your leg, tugging you closer and closer to the squishy orange padding.

“C’mon, bud,” he says, cutting through your hesitation. His voice has a powerful edge under all the sweetness- reminding you that the Monkey King is someone you can’t say no to. “I want you to draw with me, kiddo.”

Wukong is fond of this- pulling you into little “bonding sessions” that take up the whole day and leave you without time to spend with anyone else.

It’s funny, though, really- you are the last person that need be manipulated away from others.

“The Great Witch of Gloom,” was the title that you had been assigned. Before you had a name, before you had taken a step, before you had so much as uttered a cry… your fate had been decided.

You were to be a wicked soul with dark motives and a darker heart.

As old memories flood into your ever weary mind, Wukong arranges a few sheets of paper in front your mat. The grip of his tail slowly tightens, and you cease all stalling.

Lowering yourself to the ground, the mat provides a cozy cradle to shield against the cold wooden floor.

“…it’s almost Winter,” you mildly comment, tracing a finger against a smooth plank. “It’s getting colder.”

“Oh,” the simian casually asks, scooting his mat closer to yours, “you like the snow?” Here’s chance he always adores- any rare tidbit of info you offer is a chance for him to spoil you, stocking up on presents and snacks in an attempt to drown you in platonic love.

It didn’t help that you always felt so indebted after he was done stacking gifts into your arms and bag.

“So, bud- what’re you gonna draw?”

The curiosity in his voice is almost innocent, almost sweet. He pushes the multi-tiered box of crayons towards you, smiling.

“C’mon, pick a few out!”

Awkwardly; and with a shaking hand to boot, you reach for the box.

It’s… not a comfortable sensation. Waxy paper around thick wax sticks makes for an awkward feeling in your hand, and you slightly recoil from the hueless cylinder.

“Aww, kiddo. No one draws with white- heck, you’d be better off eating it! Not that I’ve, uh, ever done that.”

“…I don’t know what to do,” is your blank confession that leaves Wukong quirking an eyebrow.

“What, you don’t know how to draw? You’vd never had… oh. Oh, kiddo.”

Realization colors his golden eyes, leaving the simian king with a sympathetic frown. Your parents wouldn’t have ever let you have something as fun and bright as crayons, would they? How could he have forgotten that?

It had been a nightmare for the Monkie Kids to pry information out of you, and a further mess to try pushing you towards a healing state.

And, honestly- Wukong’s doting ministrations really didn’t help. All the love and gifts in the world could not undo your traumas- but certainly left you feeling as though you were mired in debt.

Not that you had the words to voice those feelings, leaving Wukong to continue piling on with his affections- all in the futile hope that he could love away the demons of your past.

“Okay, bud. Maybe we stepped out of your comfort zone, huh? Alright, my bad. Tell me what you wanna draw, and I’ll pick out the crayons for you, okay?”

“…I don’t know what to draw, though.”

His frown deepens. It’s hard to think that someone as young as you could be so… he wouldn’t say broken. That was far, far too cruel a word for someone he loved so dearly. You were… “cracked”, maybe. A little “tarnished”.

Like you had given up on seeing a light at the end of the tunnel and decided to instead drift slowly along in a dark ocean.

…actually…

“Bud, don’t you like the beach? C’mon, why don’t you draw something from there, yeah?”

“…could I?”

Your little words break his heart. You shouldn’t have to feel like you need permission for something as simple as drawing a damn picture. But you *do*, so he answers with false cheer-

“Of course, kiddo! Draw anything you want!”

“…how do… how would I draw… a jellyfish?”

Finally, a real smile graces his lips.

“I didn’t know you liked jellyfish,” he says, in a too familiar voice that lets you know you’ll be receiving a loaded armful of themed plushes and stress toys in the very near future.

Another load of guilt, another load of debt.

“I’ll take you to an aquarium one day,” he tacks on, unaware of your growing insecurities. “And we can look at them together.”

To him, this is healing. Love and affection and unending comfort.

And certainly, Wukong is far better a guardian than your parents were. Instead of blaming you for powers you couldn’t control, he was always ready with praise and applause. Instead of resigning yourself to rotted garments rummaged from the trash, you had brand-new clothes and warm shoes. You were never hungry. You were never bored. You were never alone.

And, above all else- you were loved.

But you were not happy.

And you doubted that would ever change.

[kidcanines]

papa’s cowboy kid ᯓ★ (headcannons for my imaginary papa)

x - x - x

—DNI NSFW—

★ - calls me things that begin with sweet…(etc. sweet thing, sweet pea, sweet baby..) + kiddo, (little) love, (my) cowboy, baby, buddy, little dude, sunshine, cutie pie

★ - helps me wash my hands…will hike me up on his hip and lean me over the sink, put soap in his hand and then rub it over mine. “Scrub like this, baby…there we go, good job, love..”

★ - holds me close to his chest when I’m crying. Making sure my ear is near to his heart and lungs as a silent reminder to breathe. He doesn’t care if it messes up his flannel cause he’s got a bunch in his closet. Pats my back and runs his hands down my hair while bouncing up and down in an attempt to comfort. Briefly cradles my head to get a forehead kiss in.

★ - very patient when I’m learning new things. When I look to him for reassurance that I’m doing the right thing he gives me a sharp smile and a quiet thumbs up. When I’m finally done he picks me up and twirls me around in the air. “You did such a good job kid!!! What the heck?? I ain’t know I got a genius on my hands!!” When I get things wrong he ruffles my hair and crouches so that he can be at eye level. “It’s alright, alright? Ain’t no hurt, harm, or bad things gonna happen to you if you get some silly old questions wrong, okay? You did good sweat pea..”

★ - when we’re walking side by side he’ll grab my head and steer me into his side and keep me there for an indefinite amount of time.

★ - likes treating us to ice cream and all sorts of sweets and food, if I can’t finish it and get worried he’ll roll his eyes and put his hat over my own. “Don’t worry about finishing it okay? We can take it home n whenever you’re hungry you can eat it then.”

★ - coos at me and probably has a plethora of silly photos from when I was asleep

★ - likes to pick out my clothes for the day, but also likes when i put together ragtag things that clearly don’t match that he lets me wear around the house cuz I think I look good. All he can do is hold back his giggles as I pose confidently for the thousands of pictures he’s snapping

★ - loves holding my hand, even when we’re not crossing the street or he’s guiding me to be careful around cattle or horses. I hold two of his fingers when he’s busy talking to someone I don’t know (also having an iron grip on his pant leg as I furiously avoid being detected by said stranger)

★ - likes riding on the same horse with me, making sure I’m safe and comfy. But also knows that I like my independence. Helps tack up my horse, brushing her sides and making sure I’m careful when cleaning her hooves so I don’t hurt the horse or myself.

★ - loves putting me to sleep. Gathering the sheets to gently lay them over my shoulders. Rubbing my back and humming softly into the night. Goodnight forehead kisses and soft half hugs in the dead of night. Only for me to wake up and climb into his bed to cuddle.

[six-eyed-samurai]

Not canon to my storyline because Geto's younger brother can use Cursed Technique/see Cursed Spirits, and Geto murdered his parents for an entirely different reason, but alternatively Geto Jnr. could've ended up with Gojo instead...

In a way Geto was... relieved that one member of his family wasn't home that day and didn't join the two bodies lying on the ground.

He must still be at school, Geto assumed as he wiped off his hands. Did he really want to kill him though? He couldn't let him live either, not when he wasn't a Jujutsu sorcerer...but he'll shelve that issue for now, seeing as he wasn't at home today and technically Geto didn't know where he was. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

A closet upstairs shuddered, creaking open; Suguru-nii hadn't known he'd been sick and stayed home today.

***

"You want me to what?!"

Gojo didn't think he could receive any more shock these days, still reeling from his best friend's betrayal and mass murder, but somehow Yaga still managed to prove him wrong. He blinked a few more times, adjusted his sunglasses and even let Yaga shove his feet off the table.

He'd always bugged Geto to let him meet his so precious little brother one day, begging and bargaining. Maybe he'd tag along while Geto picked him up from school, or go to the park together, or heck, empty his pockets at the toy store!

Not-

"I don't understand. You're telling me Geto spared his brother and now you want me to do something about him?"

"We found him hiding in his closet, scared out of his mind." Yaga inhaled sharply. "Not surprising - he must've heard everything that happened. And it doesn't look like Geto spared him...more like he wasn't aware that he was home as well."

Nah. Gojo knew his friend - even if it seemed like he didn't after all.

He'd know, he'd know exactly where his brother was whether by instinct or not. He'd just chosen to overlook it on purpose.

"I know you're looking after Fushiguro's kids, aren't you? I know it's a lot to ask but I hope you can, I don't know, help him. He hasn't spoken a thing since we brought him here."

Gojo attempted to make a sarcastic quip, something around the lines of "man, I really must be the greatest Child Whisperer of all time".

He cleared his throat instead.

"He really wants a pet dog or cat, but he's allergic to fur, so you think he'd like pet fish?"

"I'm getting him that plushy we saw in a claw machine - he's kinda sad we didn't win it but he doesn't have to know I bought it from a store, heh."

"Sorry, can you take over this? My brother's participating in a competition and I don't wanna be late."

Damn, truly, how much had Geto changed? No wonder the kid was traumatized. To have his idolised, beloved big bro suddenly decide to go serial killer and his world flipped upside down, not understanding Jujutsu society. He wasn't a sorcerer either...he would have no one.

(Well, one, but Hell if Gojo was giving the kid up to-)

"Hey, it'll be good for Megumi to make friends, so why not?" Gojo stood and stretched. "Let's go meet the little squirt."

***

"Hi, kiddo...woah, you're so..."

Tiny. Small. Fragile. Gojo surmised that Geto had monopolized his family's genes of tallness all for him, or maybe it was because he had appeared to shrunk in on himself from all that crying and terror. He was still wiping at his streaming face after all. And - oh, it's that plush rabbit Geto made him buy when they passed by that store.

"You doing okay?" Gojo is hunkering down to his height, which was really giving his legs cramps, but he got a slight shake of the head in response. "It's alright. I don't all of us are, heh."

"Do you want anything? Uh, hungry, thirsty, I dunno, naps? Sorry, I'm not sure how little kids work and Megumi sucks at being a normal one. Do you want kikufuku?" Gojo reluctantly holds out his bag. "No? More for me - I mean, can I get you anything then?"

"...water s'okay."

"Gotcha."

The silence is awkward. Maybe he should've brought Toji's kids - Tsumiki was good at these sort of these things and Megumi...uh, Megumi was Megumi. "Nice rabbit. Y'know I bought it for you?"

"Suguru-nii told me."

"He did?" Gojo was momentarily taken aback. He thought Geto had wanted to keep his brother and the Jujutsu world completely separate, and, well, this meant- "Well, I do have good taste."

"The ribbon was ugly so we got a new one."

"Jeez, first meeting and you're already bullying me, huh? So mean, you and your brother - shitshitshit, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to - shit, don't cry, Yaga will kill me - oof?!"

The kid cried a literal puddle into Gojo's uniform. He used of the hands now around him to pat his back uncertainly. "Will Suguru-nii come back?"

"...he will." Gojo tightened his hold around the smaller figure; he was glad for his sunglasses to hide the-

"Just not the same as before."

"Why?"

"...you'll find out one day."

"Then I'm alone? Will the - them send me away?"

"Not while I'm here, kiddo. Don't worry."

***

"Faster, Megumi! Faster!"

"Shut up, you're heavy," The spiky haired boy grumbled, but hefted him a little more securely and picked up pace. The younger one on his back still nearly fell off giggling though. "You're squirming again."

A bright flash invaded their faces and left them blinking. "Ah, the kids all playing so happily, it makes me feel like a proud dad!"

"Stop taking photos."

"Nah, still taking."

"Gojo, tell him to stop pulling at my face - mmph!"

"Megumi's not smiling for the camera!"

"Aw, they're actually kinda cute." Shoko shakes her head, amused by Megumi being used as an overworked horse, taking her cigarette out of her mouth. "Hey, Gojo, if you ever don't want them one day I'm happy to adopt."

"You're just jealous I'm amazing and have amazing kids and you're not amazing and that will never happen."

Shoko stabs a finger at him. "Don't pretend you're not a terrible influence on them."

"Says the one smoking in front of them!"

"I didn't even light it yet."

"Whatever!" Gojo snapped another photo - it's definitely going onto the fridge, with Megumi's face in such an unflattering angle. The fridge is overcrowded with dozens of similar photos, but Gojo's sure he can make room for one more. Photos were the only thing permanent and certain, after all.

Who knew Geto would show up and try to take back-

"Gojo, Shoko, Gumi dropped me into the puddle!"

"I did not!"

***

"By the way, I heard you're taking care of another kid now, Gojo."

Instantly his guard was up. He should've known Geto would've turned around at the last second, amidst the crowds and sea of heads, to ask, to know - but it'd been so long and quiet. "I don't know why that interests you."

"So it's true." Geto turns around fully. "Can I have my brother back then? I missed him terribly ever since you all kidnapped him from me. I'm sure he's-"

"He's completely fine, but he won't be if I'm giving him back to you." Gojo shoved his way forward, closer. "You missed him? Sure didn't seem that way. I'm not going to let you kill him."

Geto actually has the audacity to look stunned. "Kill him? Why would I kill my brother?"

"Then why'd you kill your parents?"

"You won't understand. I want him back, and if you won't give him to me-"

"You'll try and get him yourself? What makes you think he'll want to go back to you?"

Geto tilts his head. "I'm his brother."

"Did you know he was in the house that day then?" No, Geto's surprised eyes said. Gojo clenched his fist. "He's not a Jujutsu sorcerer. God knows what you plan to do."

"I'll make him one."

Gojo nearly laughed. "What?"

"I'll make him into one. I promise you, Gojo, I don't care if all the demons of Hell stood in the way." Geto snapped his fingers. "I want him back, make no mistake."

"It won't be Hell's demons in your way, it'll be me. He doesn't want to see you!"

"But he needs me. And that's that."

I'm keeping him under lock and key now, Gojo swore to himself as he watched Geto disappear before hurrying away as well. Lock. And. Key.

[aw-shizz-here-we-go-again]

•|| Seally Cute ||• (Mermay 2024)

Prompt 3: Seally Cute

Featuring: Geno, Goth, and Reaper!

Ship(s): Afterdeath.

Summary: Playtime with the kiddo! <3

Warnings: Blood from a hunt

Credits: Leviathantale and the Mermay Bingo I'm using are both by @skumhuu!

Read tags for notes.

"Dad? Dad??? Daddy!"

Geno woke up to a small, high-pitched voice yelling in his ear. He let out a tired grunt, then rolled over on his side as his tail gently swatted the other person away.

He smiled as he heard them let out a playful squeak, and he was almost immediately bombarded by a small body barreling into him. He yawned, then blinked blearily at the mischievous attacker as he rubbed his eyesockets. "Oh? What's up, my little clamshell?"

The young selkie in front of Geno puffed out their cheeks, flipping their black-and-white seal tail back and forth as they responded. "Mama's out huntin', and 'm boreddd! I wanna do sumthin'! Sumthin' else then jus' sleepin'!"

"You could practice walking, you know." Geno suggested, raising a bonebrow up at the child. He sat up and stretched, slight popping his bones as he did so. "You still haven't even tried taking your seal skin off yet, Goth."

Goth grumbled something under his breath, glowering down at the iceberg they were both on. ". . ."

Geno tilted his head to the side, wrapping his arms around his kid and hugging him close. "What was that? Is there something wrong?"

"...'s scary." Goth muttered quietly, burying his face into his father's chest. "A-an' I did try. Couldn't do it though..."

"Oh, Gothy," Geno squeezed Goth a little tighter in his embrace, wrapping Goth's tail around his own as he kissed the top of Goth's head. "It's alright, we'll figure something else out then."

"Swimmin'?" Goth asked hopefully, gazing up at Geno with big shiny eyelights. There was no mistaking it, the kid really knew what he was doing when he chose to pull the puppy eyes on his dad.

Geno sighed, giving Goth a defeated look. He didn't even attempt to resist, knowing that he would cave quickly anyways. "Okay okay, let's go swimming."

"Yay!" Goth wiggled his way out of Geno's grip, then proceeded to nudge and tug Geno towards the edge of the iceberg where the water was. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!"

Geno chuckled, relenting as he playfully shoved Goth into the icy sea before hopping in to join his kid. "Rather eager, aren't we?"

"You never lemme go swimmin' without ya, so duh!" Goth pouted, swishing his tail as he drifted around Geno in a lazy circle. He then sped up, swimming around Geno in faster loops. "C'monnn! Let's play tag or something!"

"Oho, you want to challenge me?" Geno asked in amusement, raising a bonebrow as Goth nodded in response. "Well then, let the games begin..."

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Reaper was returning back home from... doing whatever he was doing while he was out, most likely hunting due to the blood on his teeth, and he surfaced to get a breath of air just in time to see a certain small selkie fling themselves out of the water to do a flip.

What the heck?

Diving back under the water, Reaper sped up towards the main iceberg that he and his family called home. As he approached, he could see the love of his life- ahem, Geno, ahem -and their child swimming around in circles, seemingly sportively goading each other on.

As Reaper watched, Geno suddenly thrashed his tail as he shot up towards the surface of the water, erupting from the sea and doing a double flip before he came crashing back down.

The leviathan let out a small, quiet laugh at the smug look that Geno shot at Goth, and at the pouty look that Goth had returned back at Geno.

Then Reaper had an idea. A smirk crossed his face as he dove down, deeper and deeper below his family. Once he was down deep enough to not be noticed if he shifted, he activated his leviathan form as he circled around in the icy cold depths, staring up at the two selkies above him.

He then silently and slowly swam up behind Geno, his now massive size absolutely dwarfing his mate. He watched as Goth noticed him, and he saw how the child's eyelights grew as big as saucers as his presence registered in Goth's mind.

Reaper held a finger up to his mouth, gesturing for Goth to stay quiet. He drifted ever so slightly closer to Geno, who seemed mildly confused by Goth's reaction since he hadn't realized that Reaper was behind him yet.

"Hello, darling~"

Reaper purred out an amused giggle as Geno yelped in shock, and he backed up a little bit as the selkie whirled around to face him.

"You-! Seriously, Reaper?! Ugh..." Geno groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nosebone in annoyance, glaring at Reaper in half-hearted anger. "I swear, you are so immature."

"Oh, my dearly sweet beloved, I'm so wounded by your insults!" Reaper whined pitifully, shrinking down into his normal form before dramatically leaning against Geno while holding his hand up to his forehead.

Geno grumbled something under his breath and pushed Reaper off, then narrowed his eyesocket at Goth, who had started giggling. He then sighed in exasperation and threw up his hands. "Both of you! Both of you are so immature! But at least Goth has the excuse of actually being a child."

He swam back up to Reaper and poked the leviathan in the chest, swishing his tail in mild irritation. "But you don't have any excuse!"

"B-but... Geno-senpai, it's just my personality!" Reaper blinked innocently at Geno, intertwining his orca tail with Geno's seal tail.

Geno rolled his eyelight and groaned again, pulling his tail away from Reaper and gently swatting Reaper over the head. "Don't even get started with that! Enough is enough."

Reaper sighed in mock defeat, backing away from Geno to give his love some space. "Alright, alright, if you insist."

Geno hesitated, then swam back over to Reaper to give him a soft, brief kiss before letting go again. "Love you, starfish~"

Before Reaper could sputter out a flustered reply, they both suddenly heard snoring coming from behind them. A quick glance revealed that Goth had fallen asleep, and Geno let out an amused snort. "I suppose playing around tuckered him out. We should be getting back to our iceberg anyways."

"I- uh- uhm, yeah! Mhm!" Reaper replied quickly, still blushing from the kiss. He rapidly flicked his tail and scooped Goth up in his arms, carrying the child as he started swimming to the homeberg. "Let's go!"

Geno followed suit, letting himself be half dragged in the current that Reaper's tail made since he was tired.

.

.

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"You know, you should really wash up. You still have blood all over your teeth." Geno said with a small yawn, tilting Reaper's head with his hands on Reaper's chin so that he could see the orca's face better.

"Aw, what? Too shy to clean it off for me~?" Reaper purred teasingly, then hesitated and averted his gaze in shame almost immediately afterwards. "...Oh, yeah, right-- nevermind. Uh, forget I said that. Sorry."

Geno winced slightly, shivering not from the cold of the iceberg but rather from the reminder. ". . ."

Reaper shrank in on himself a bit, tears suddenly pricking his eyesockets "I'm sorry, okay? I- I really just can't help it... I'm sorry..."

Geno was quiet for a long moment, then he pulled Reaper into a hug. "It'll... it'll be okay. Just... let's not tell Goth, okay? I'd rather not scare him..."

"Okay..." Reaper muttered back, nuzzling into Geno's embrace. By the True Leviathans, he felt awful, but it wouldn't be an easy fix.

After all, it was his nature.

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[charliedawn]

Okay..but parent slashers if there kid came out to them 🏳️‍🌈(platonic ofc)

"Good for you, kid."

Jack would be happy for you. He would invite you to have a drink as your ‘coming out party’ and even bring you to some gay bars he knows when you’re old enough. He’d be pretty chill about it and accepting.

"…Gay ?"

Jason wouldn’t understand at first. What does gay mean ? You’d have to explain it and he would give you a thumbs up at the end. He wouldn’t really have much of a reaction. Love is love.

Polite clapping and big support hug.

Brahms would be happy to know. He’d hug you and tell you that he understands and will give you all the support you need. He knows how it is to struggle with one’s identity. And he’d never judge you. He’d be proud.

Michael would be happy for you and give you a big papa bear hug.

He was raised in a rather strict cult and was never allowed any freedom as a kid. He wouldn’t make you suffer through the same thing and be proud of you for standing up for yourself. And he’d be very happy that you came out to him.

"…You like humans ? Eww."

Penny would accept you, but he would be more surprised by the fact that you’d be attracted to human beings in general. Boys or Girls. It doesn’t matter. He finds them weird and fleshy. It’s food for him.

"…You know that am your dad, right ?"

"…Yeah ?"

"And that am as straight as a damn rainbow flag on pride month ?"

"…"

Freddy is pan. He would go with anything as long as it has two legs. So, he would be happy for you and accept you—no matter on what spectrum of the rainbow you are.

"…That’s it ?"

"…What do you mean that’s it ?!"

"Kiddo. No offense. But, I knew that. You don’t even walk straight."

Pennywise reads minds. He could tell right from the start when you started being attracted to your own gender and feared being found out. He kept the secret though, as he wanted you to come out on your own. But, he would be happy that you eventually did.

"Would you look at that ? One of the neighbours was ‘kind’ enough to give me some paper about a straight camp. How thoughtful…"

You felt cold sweat run down your back at the news and slowly glanced at Norman who seemed to be leafing through it. You were about to speak up when Norman chuckled and threw it straight to the trash.

"She must have gotten the wrong address. As far as I am concerned, my wonderful GAY kid doesn’t need any fixing."

Yeah. He knew. And he supports you.

"…Whatcha mean ya gay ?"

"Hum. Well…I like boys/girls."

"…"

Bo would be unsure as to how to react to the news at first. He’d be silent for a minute. He’d stand there for a while—fidgeting with his cap. He’d then finally sigh before putting his cap on your head and pulling you into a tight hug.

"…Am proud of ya, son/girl. And it ain’t gonna be easy. Heck. Nothing really is but…you’ll be okay. You’ll always have me. Promise."

You returned his hug and cried in his arms. You were so scared about his reaction, but he proved you there and then how much he loved you.

[rokishimizu4]

Jason’s no good, very bad night

I don’t own anything but my symbiotic! Reader and their gang, and the story idea. Warning: feral behavior from reader, blood, implying men doing drugs, vomiting, and such.

@xe-idiotic-dragon: Here you go!!!

Frank and Carlos are not impressed with a couple of men begging for their lives, as it happens every time some dumbasses think that they can try to coming into Hood’s territory.

However, what did impress them was the fact that the men ran for their lives, suffering from major blood loss, before Frank could call up Hood.

Took one look behind them and froze in fear as something made from the black and purple ooze slowly crawls its way up the alleyway walls, pulsing like it had a heart.

To the two men’s continued horror, the mass begins to make crying sounds and gagging, like a child choking on something.

Frank, a father of two teenage boys and a baby girl, recognizes the sound of that of an actual human choking and rushes forwards, just as the mass collapse on itself, leaving behind a small humanoid figure.

(I’m a small adult so I’m making reader small) The figure tries to take a breath but struggles as if something was caught in its throat. The two men panic and rushes the figure to the hideout, screaming for Hood.

Red Hood (Jason) just begins a phone call to Red Robin (Tim) to check up on him when his two best men rushes in screaming about an alien goop child choking.

Cue the weirdest big brother instinct ever! Tood hangs up the phone and rushes towards the ‘kid’ choking, only to have to back away as the things starts throwing up half-digested brain pieces, along with liquid powered stuff.

The men are terrified but the figure keeps crying and throwing up and they all are trying to figure out what to do.

Finally Jason texts Grandpa Alfred, who took care of him when he was sick, while Frank and Carlos holds the figure away from the mess of brains, and what suspiciously looks like powered meth.

After hours of the figure throwing up everything, it settles down into a sniffling oozing mess of slime, oil, and bile.

Jason gets a called from Grandpa Alfred (Grandpas to save the day) and orders his men (the ones who came in at the wrong time to get to see the mess) to get warm water, a cup of watered down grape juice and a warm rag.

Cue Scooby-doo level of running as Frank and Carlos gently lay the figure on a blanket and let their boss do the work.

”Shit, the fuck did this kid eat? Methheads?” One of the men tries to joke, but it does not get anyone laughing.

Soon, somehow, the mess is cleaned up and the figure gets some water and juice down, and it thankfully stays down.

”Hey kiddo, I don’t know what the heck you are, but you’ll be fine. I got the best men on the job to take care of you.”

Hood’s men have seen him with kids and adults alike, and thank whatever deity they pray to that no one could survive without a brain, cause even with the helmet on, Hood was pissed.

Cue a few hours later of the figure getting a few more sips down and a chocolate bar, and Hood sends out a few men to find what was left of the figure’s ‘meal’.

The men return, only to see that everyone had somehow fallen asleep, an odd comforting scent of roasted S’mores, and a note laid on Hood’s chest thanking him for his help.

The next night, all the men received S’mores, homemade not store bought, and a long note thanking them for taking care of someone named ‘Void Sleeper’, who they figured was the figure covered in slime/oil/whatever, and the location of the wannabe drug dealer ring in Gotham.

[yomica12345]

Witches, Familiars, and Crushes, Oh My!

Ao3 Link

Summary: Roman, a witch with a crush on Janus, and Virgil, his familiar with a secret crush on Logan, find themselves tangled in a web of magic and awkward confessions. As their feelings come to light, Remus, another witch with a fondness for chaos, adds even more mischief to the mix. It’s a night of magic, secrets, and a whole lot of crushes—what could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: Remus being Remus

"What the heck was that?" Roman snapped, slamming the door behind him. "Do you have any idea what people are going to think of me after my own cat hissed at me? My own cat , Virgil!"

Virgil rolled his eyes, curling up on the couch near the fire. "First of all, I'm not your anything. Second, maybe you shouldn’t hint at things you really shouldn’t be talking about in front of non-magics. I was just giving you a friendly warning."

"Friendly?" Roman scoffed, taking the armchair to Virgil’s right. "You could have ruined my reputation! It’s not my fault you make it so blatantly obvious you like Logan. How could I not make a joke about it?"

Virgil bristled, sitting up. "I do not!" he snapped, raising a finger after each point as he continued. "I only spend time with him at these stupid parties because Patton’s allergic to me, Janus is a snake—literally—Remus only ever wants to see if I’ll actually land on my feet, and you’re always too busy flirting with every man who breathes."

"Excuse you, not every man," Roman replied with mock offense, crossing his arms. "I have standards. You’ve never seen me flirt with Janus."

Virgil snorted. "Really? You were literally flirting with him before you got mad at me and dragged me in here."

"Was not!" Roman retorted. "I was just... trying to keep Janus out of trouble."

"Sure, because stroking a finger down his head and winking at him is the universal signal for 'stay out of trouble,'" Virgil deadpanned, leaning back with a scowl.

"Oh and you purring in Logan's lap really doesn't mean anything?" Roman snapped his fingers, sending a book flying off the nearby shelf. It bonked Virgil lightly on the head before landing neatly in Roman’s lap.

Virgil hissed, glaring at him. "What was I supposed to do then? Cats purr all the time when they’re content."

"It didn’t look like contentment to me," Roman muttered, barely holding back a smirk.

"It wasn’t more than—" Virgil’s rebuttal was cut short as the door flew open, startling them both.

Their friends tumbled into the room in a flurry of limbs and awkward apologies.

Patton was the first to his feet, brushing himself off with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, kiddo! We didn’t mean to eavesdrop; we were just worried."

"I definitely meant to eavesdrop," Remus said gleefully, adjusting his hold on a snake coiled snugly around his arm. "I was hoping to catch you two sticking your tongues down each other’s throats."

"Remus!" Roman snapped, his face turning an impressive shade of red.

Logan cleared his throat, stepping into the room and adjusting his glasses. "I, too, apologize. I was merely curious about who you were speaking with." His sharp gaze landed on Virgil, taking him in for a long, quiet moment before stepping closer.

Virgil shrank back, pulling his legs onto the couch defensively as his cheeks flushed a light pink. He shot a panicked glance at Roman, who was already wearing a victorious smirk.

Logan stopped in front of the couch. "Is this seat taken?"

Virgil shook his head quickly.

Logan sat beside him, calm and deliberate, while Patton plopped down on the other side. Adjusting his glasses again, Logan turned his focus to the group. "So, I gather that Patton and I are among the 'non-magics' mentioned earlier. And this must be Virgil, whom we believed, until now, to be solely a cat. I presume Janus is also capable of a human form?"

Roman floundered, gesturing vaguely at Virgil. "What? No, no, this is... uh, Jeffery! An old friend of mine, visiting for the night—"

"Oooh, wanna see a magic trick?" Remus interrupted, his grin wide and mischievous.

Patton’s eyes lit up. “Ooo, I do!”

Remus clapped his hands together gleefully, motioning for everyone to step back. "Watch and be amazed!" he declared, holding Janus out in front of him with one hand.

Janus’s tongue flicked out in annoyance.

Remus tossed him into the air. The room gasped as Janus twisted midair, glowing faintly, and landed gracefully in his human form in Remus’ arms, draped dramatically in black and gold.

"Ta-da!" Remus shouted, throwing up jazz hands.

Janus gripped Remus’s arm for balance, narrowing his eyes as he slid unsteadily to the floor. “I told you to never do that to me again.”

Remus chuckled, completely unbothered. “Must’ve slipped my mind.”

Logan, who had been staring at Janus with wide, analytical eyes, turned back to Roman with an expression of calculated calm. “It seems evident that both you and Remus are magically inclined.”

Roman groaned, dragging a hand down his face as he rose from the couch. “Remus, what part of don’t tell anyone do you consistently fail to understand? Do you have any idea how much trouble this could cause? They could take away our membership cards for this!”

Remus snorted, leaning lazily against the wall. “Oh, yours , maybe. They can’t exactly take back something they already shredded, can they?” He puffed out his chest proudly.

Roman’s glare sharpened, his patience visibly thinning. “This isn’t a joke, Remus.”

Unfazed, Remus leaned closer to Janus and whispered something into his ear, his grin twisting into something even more wicked. Whatever he said made Janus’s golden eyes flick toward Roman, his expression shifting into a slow, deliberate smirk.

Janus titled his head, biting his lip as he studied Roman. “Did I hear you have a thing for snakes?”

Roman took a step back as Janus advanced, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red. “Me?! No, I—”

Janus took another step forward, and Roman instinctively took another step back, only to trip over the couch. He tumbled onto the cushions with an undignified yelp.

Janus gracefully leaned down, placing a hand under Roman’s chin and tilting his head upward. His voice was a low purr. “Well, surely someone as bright and dashing as yourself would’ve noticed that I find you attractive. So… what’s your answer?”

Roman chuckled nervously, gripping the armrest for support as he leaned back. “My answer?”

“Hmm,” Janus hummed, his smirk widening. “Do try to make it interesting.”

Before Roman could sputter out a response, Logan cleared his throat, drawing attention away from the scene. He reached out a hand, helping Virgil up from the couch.

“Well,” Logan began, his voice measured, “while they figure out… whatever it is they’re doing, I did have an important question for you, Virgil.”

Virgil hesitated, staring at Logan’s hand still wrapped around his own. “A question for me?”

“Yes, for you.” Logan adjusted his glasses with his free hand, his expression calm but unusually warm.

“Okay…” Virgil’s voice was cautious. “What is it?”

Logan straightened slightly, his posture perfectly composed. “Would you accompany me on a date this Saturday? Perhaps lunch?”

Virgil’s face heated up instantly. “You want to go on a date with me?”

“Yes, I would rather like to get to know you better.” Logan smiled. “That is if you would like to get to know me better as well.”

“I, uh…” Virgil fidgeted with his hands, ducking his head to hide the growing blush on his face. “What time?”

Logan’s smile grew slightly. “I could pick you up at noon if that works with your schedule.”

“That’s—”

“Okay fine, I have a thing for snakes!” Roman suddenly interjected, his voice louder than intended. His face was nearly as red as his shirt, the outburst drawing every pair of eyes in the room.

“Okay fine, I have a thing for snakes!” Roman suddenly interjected, his voice louder than intended. His face was nearly as red as his shirt, the outburst drawing every pair of eyes in the room.

Before Roman could retort—or combust—the door creaked open a little more, and a familiar voice interrupted the charged atmosphere.

Remy was blowing on his hot drink to cool it, quirking an eyebrow behind his sunglasses. “Did you just say you have a thing for snakes?”

[tumblingghosts]

hey backpacks!

so, i've had this thought for a while about the Time Travelling Kiddos™ and thought you'd be interested in it!

in the other scenario where instead of the original 4 (aelia, achilles, athena, and plutarch), it's seneca, marcella, sol, and antonia, i suddenly had the imagery where sol (or anyone really, but sol is the most fitting for me!) has a sort of superpower.

like, she can show a memory that's hers or someone else's.

she shows the original 4's memories, from when they were fourteen when their parents just died, to them in their original timeline.

there's a memory where the fourteen year olds original 4 are talking about their newly dead parents.

it goes like this:

plutarch: who do you think killed them?

athena: kill? the cops said all of their deaths were accidents.

aelia: don't be stupid, thena. it was murder. there's no way all our parents die consecutively.

achilles: so, they were all murdered by the same person.

plutarch: yeah. who do you think did it? june ruby's dad? he always seemed suspicious..

athena: come on, plutarch. he would never do that. he's our parents' best friend.

aelia: wait, he's onto something here. there must be a reason why my parents stopped hanging around him a few weeks before their death.

livy and pippa definitely shed a few tears at the memories. the others almost did too, but they held back :)

hi gigi! sorry it took so long to respond to this- but i've finally written out my time travelling kiddos thoughts! also love the idea of solasta having a power to show memories!

so i know that solasta's power wasn't the main point of your thoughts, but it got me thinking- what if their time travelling machine was the cause of those powers? like if she can show memories, that has to be events from the past, and i could see a scenario when they are first building the time machine where things go 'wrong' and the machine malfunctions, except not quite.

as the kiddos are trying to rewrite their plans to build a new time machine & work out what exactly went wrong, sol is thinking about the exact moment that the time machine imploded and accidentally ends up displaying that memory. cue a freak out over where the heck did that hologram come from, were we being recorded, oh that's not a projection, what is happening??

it takes a bit to realize that not only is solasta the one doing it, but she's able to do it her other memories if she focuses on the event enough. it takes more trial and error to work out that she can also show memories from other people, but it usually requires the person to be actively thinking of the memory before sol can show it. safe to say that the kiddos realize that this new power can help them with their og plan.

there is a bit of talk about building the original machine again to see if they can all get powers, but it is ultimately decided that it's too dangerous. after all, none of them know what exactly caused the powers in the first place. maybe it was how they built the machine, maybe it was something else entirely. solasta was just one of the people in the room when the machine backfired, and she wasn't even the one standing closest to it, so who knows what happened?

anyway, seneca, marcella, sol, and antonia ultimately get a working time machine going and off to the past they go! it's much easier to convince their parents of what's going on when sol has a power than can quickly explain their story- who needs physical proof in the face of projected memories of their older selves, married and with a family? they're pretty devastated that their kids had to lose them at fourteen, and spent the last four years as orphans, especially when there was no war to cruelly take them away- no, it was just a power-hungry classmate. and now facing their children who are the same age as them with stories of their school years that future them never got a chance to live and support them through.

or potential alt scenario is coriolanus being nosy about the new transfer students & solasta learning that her power has more to it than they first thought. sol is showing the convo of the kiddos discussing their parents' deaths, when coriolanus (snooping) comes near enough for her power to trigger, showing some future (past for the kiddos, but future for the mentors) memories of snow being very responsible for their parents deaths. if the memories of the kiddos speculating that snow killed their parents was devastating, then actually seeing how he committed the act (either by poison or by hiring people to murder) is angering. coriolanus can't bolt bc by that point the kiddos' parents have realized he's there & also everyone involved is pretty horrified that their classmate/friend could so callously decide that they were a liability that has to die.

fix its all around bc solasta has shown memories of the future, and the kiddos' parents have decided that if their future starts to looks like it is starting to head towards that future, then they are going to be 'handling' coriolanus themselves. they will be growing up with their children, thank you very much. the kiddos are very worried about june ruby, but their parents assure them that they will make sure everything works out, and they make sure it does! with the addition of sol's power, it makes it pretty easy to dig up dirt on gaul & get her ousted from her position by recording sol's projected memory, pretending that it was 'hidden camera footage' from the event, and sharing it with the right people. highbottom is able to end the hunger games without gaul pushing so hard for its continuation.

so no tenth hunger games (or any ones past that) & the kiddos parents are keeping a close eye on coriolanus. the social pressure causes his grades to slip a bit, not much, but enough for clemensia to take the lead in academics. he doesn't get the plinth prize, and has to sign up as a peacekeeper to make the ends meet. coriolanus is seething all the while, but it's where he meets lucy gray & falls for her hard. pretty shortly after, sejanus goes 'wtf coryo, why didn't you just ask for help' (since he was not informed about the time travelling kiddos or the news they brought) & provides some assistance so he isn't trapped in the twenty years of service. but other mentors are still high-alert around him though, so coriolanus isn't going to be going around murdering anybody.

anyway, snowbaird is together, sejanus lives, nobody dies in the arena bombing that never happened in this timeline, and all the would-be tenth games tributes are off living their lives in their respective districts bc the games have been cancelled :)

thanks for the ask! appreciate you lots gigi <3

(also, any ideas for how the mentors might meet the kids that would have been their tributes had the timeline not changed? the thought of persephone never getting to meet mizzen is making me sad, but i couldn't think of a way they'd get to meet unless pippa travelled to the districts or mizzen came to study in the capitol...)

[charlesjosephwrites]

Find the Word Tag

Thanks for the tag @oh-no-another-idea!!

My words were grieve, grace, game, and grin.

I did find all of these words in The Magician and Ms. Psychic, but grieve and grace both happen to be in sentences with Major Spoilers so I'm just gonna double up on snippets for the other words since they both appear multiple times.

game

“Listen.” I slapped my hand on the table. “I would suggest a straight up fight, but since you like to cheat by not even letting me get close to you, I’d like to suggest something a little bit more fair.” I pulled a deck of cards from my pocket to plop on the table between us. “A game of poker! You win, and I’ll back off and let you do your thing, but if I win…” I couldn’t help the little grin that tugged at the corners of my lips as I leaned forwards on the table on both hands. “I get to peel off your skin to make a cute new pair of boots.” Ms. Psychic frowned. “Playing cards with a magician isn’t really my idea of a fair fight.”

game pt 2

“Fuck that.” I guided her gaze away from the house with a gentle hand. “If you go back there, he wins. You gotta let him seethe a little. Give him a chance to realize what an asshat he’s being.” Claire bit down on her bottom lip. “I’m not sure mind games would work on my dad” “Or maybe I could go give him a piece of my mind.” A curl of hair flopped into my face as I squared my shoulders. “Someone needs to make him realize that he shouldn’t talk to you like that.” I turned around, ready to march in there and yoink a few bones, but Claire tugged me closer before I could get too far. “I… I don’t think…” Her voice trailed off, and she took a deep breath. “I don’t think he was trying to say anything wrong. He just wants what’s best for me.”

grin

“Muncher.” I exhaled sharply. “Are you there?” Another several seconds of silence passed before a faint static sound bubbled through the shitty walkie-talkie speaker. “You didn’t say ‘over.’ Over.” “Muncher.” I brought the walkie-talkie up a little closer to my mouth with an annoyed huff. “What the fuck?” After another long moment of silence, I added an exasperated, “Over.” “Just following the sacred rules of the walkie-talkie.” I could practically hear the shit eating grin on Myles’ face through the static. “Over.”

grin pt 2

“What the heck?” Hermes’ voice squeaked. "Get these off of me." I couldn't help but grin as I watched Hermes try and fail to pull himself free from the handcuffs. “Not gonna happen, kiddo.” I walked backwards through the vault door. Metal clanged as Hermes tugged on his handcuffs again. “Magician.” He stomped his foot. “I’m serious.” “I am too.” I placed one hand on the side of the vault door. “Naughty kids deserve to be put in time out.”

I'll tag @ahordeofwasps, @wordwizards, @thelittlestspider, and anyone else who sees this and wants to play along.

Your words are lose, let, left, and letter.

[therealslimshakespeare]

Just binged read everything you've written and OMG HOLY HECK YOU'RE MY NEW FAVORITE WRITER!

Anyway, I'm a name nerd and I love the names you've chosen for your characters. Special meaning behind any of the names? Specifically, Elaine, her kiddos, and the various in-laws and grandkids in the Sarge universe?

XO

Oh my gosh, do you have any clue what this does to me? I’m in a tizzy, thank you my sweet anon. 😭

So glad you like their names!! Well, for Jesse I think that one’s rather obvious with any Elvis lore, I just love the name Jack but also Andrew Jackson was a Tennessean President and Jack Kennedy was elected the year lil Jackson Memphis Presley was born, so, I headcanon he was named for both. Elaine means light and it’s an old family name of some of my “vintage” relatives and I felt like I suited her. Ella is derived from the same French, meaning the same.

Marie was a nod to Lisa Marie, as I kept their birth years same. And then Shiloh means peace. Which marks where they finally were in their life and marriage.

This was such fun to go back and chat about, thanks for asking. And thank you for such a kind note, you’ve made my night. 🌼

Oh also- Desi (Ella and Johnny’s child) her full name is Desdemona. And yeah, Ella named her after the wronged Shakespeare heroine, a not so subtle dig at her father..:never a good reason to name a kid. And, in typical Elvis fashion, he held that widdle nugget and processed her overtly intense name and just shrugged and cooed “thas’ ok, Desi, your mama always was proud at spellin’ bee’s.”

And Desdemona has been Desi ever since, which Johnny insisted was far better, Ella Bug.

[cayde-6-hunter-vanguard]

I may take you up on that Ramen offer.

I lost a friend. I won't go into detail, but I know I'll never see him again despite having known him for five years. He chose to leave.

You've been through so much, and tend to always have a somewhat good mood. I know you've been through a lot worse than something like this, but I was just wondering if you had any ideas on how to distract myself, not let it get in the way of life, you know?

I may also be hoping for a hug.

Sorry if this is too much, I know you're busy with work and Ikora breathing down your neck.

Ramen's on me for this one.

he sits and listens

Oh, yeah I uh....I know that feelin' all too well. I know what it's like to lose a friend. Heck...I don't even think I can list 'em all but....Nian and Lush come to mind first.

Well, distractions are good yes but they are what they say they are. A distraction. It's good for the short term until you're ready to actually tackle it head on. A good distraction hm...there's a few things you can do. Now I'm just spit ballin' here so take these with a grain of salt.

- Going on walks. Even if they are short and just a small 10 minute one. Being outside helps clear the mind.

- Music. Now...let no one ever tell you a good song can't get you in or out of a funk. They're lying to 'ya. That or they have no good taste in music. Darn shame.

- Hobbies. This is a good one as well. Just do whatever it is that you do as a hobby. Sketching, cooking. Hell I'll take singing in the shower as a hobby. Or just singing in general. I myself am guilty of that but don't go telling the other Vanguard alright? Don't need them knowing Cayde's going soft on 'em.

- Journaling. Okay, okay. Hear me out. It's not a distraction per say but it might help with how you're feeling about things. Grab a pen and a piece of paper....or your word processor of choice. (Yes, notepad counts.) And just go. Write whatever is on your mind. Try to find just the right words to describe exactly how you're feeling. Go looking for the big words. Bigger the better.

That and....just....reach out to someone if you think it's too big a task to go on your own. There is nothing and I mean NOTHING wrong with reaching out to someone you know and trust.

he pulls them in for a long hug

You're fine Kiddo. You might not be now and that's okay but you will be. Okay? I promise and you know a Hunter's word is everything. So I mean it when I say this. Chin up, eyes forward. You've got this.

[yakuzacanons]

Just hear me out

The boys having to deal with their kid going through a rebel/emo phase

Hehehe this is so funny I'm so into this idea, headcanons below da cut sweet anon.

Kazuma Kiryu

Has no idea how to react and just kind of stares in awe at the behavior. As long as the kid isn't going to be in harm's way, Kiryu won't mind a little emo energy in the house. He was an edgy 20 something back in the 80's himself in some ways. He's kind of interested in emo/goth style even though he'd never wear it. Actually down with emo/goth music as it's similarly adjacent to his taste. Honestly, he would just naturally diffuse any tension because Kiryu is so agreeable and seldom forceful. He'd just be like "You like this?...okay."

Majima Goro

Will have an emo competition and win. Type of dad to be like "Ya think yer a rebel? Wait'll ya lose an eye!" which would just bewilder his kid more than anything. Secretly wants to go emo shopping with his kid because he also likes leather pants and leather gloves and the color black. Would lowkey sob if his kid rejects him and is all "Leave me alone, dad!".

Akiyama Shun

Fascinated and stunned by this behavior but also secretly terrified. He always heard that kids eventually hit some kind of rebellious phase but seeing his kid in full emo getup with eyeliner had him so confused. Is it a good thing? Is it a bad thing? What does it all mean? He has no idea but he supports it. Also, constantly shocked at the cost of makeup and CDs, very much like "When I was your age, CDs were half this price, what the heck?".

Saejima Taiga

Would butt heads with his kid the most, but not in the way you'd think. He doesn't mind the kid exploring different aesthetics and tastes and Saejima believes that kids have to venture out and try things in order to learn and develop. Mostly, he just doesn't want his kid to start smoking at a young age. Will totally be like "Smokin' is bad for ya" before immediately lighting his own cigarette. Would listen to scream emo music and say "I got no clue what they're sayin' in this song..."

Tanimura Masayoshi

Thinks it's funny and cute more than anything, probably much to annoyance of his child. Tanimura has his own kind of rebellious streak so he's not really phased or bothered by his own kid having one. As a cop, his only rule is don't do anything illegal. This isn't because he's a straight laced kind of cop because everyone knows he isn't. He just thinks his kid would get caught so fast wearing that kind of obvious emo getup, like "Who wears platform boots when shoplifting at a convenience store? You can't run from other cops in those things."

Ryuji Goda

Thinks it's badass. His own fashion style is pretty bombastic and noticeable and he's secretly pleased his own kid is pursuing a unique aesthetic. Somehow it feels actually very in line with what's typical of Ryuji's family. However, he's still the proud dad as always so he's very much still going to introduce his child by saying "This here's my lil' kiddo!" with his arm wrapped around them, while the kid is just dying of embarrassment because rebels don't get called kiddo by their dad.

Nishikiyama Akira

Questions every fashion choice his child makes, like "...THAT is what's hip with the kids nowadays?... huh." He knows better than to try to convince someone to wear what they don't want to wear but he doesn't understand the all black grunge look. Like Kiryu, his rebellious days are behind him and he's settled down into being a business and family man. Secretly, he kind of misses those old days of being wild though and seeing his kid like this gives him nostalgie.

Daigo Dojima

Is not handling it well at all. Will try to connect with his kid only for them to storm out of his office saying "It's not a phase, dad!" in front of other Tojo Clan members while Daigo just slumps at his desk, shaking his head. His family means a lot to him so a disconnect from his child makes him think he did something wrong. In the end, he just wants his kid to be happy.

Mine Yoshitaka

Honestly, perfectly neutral on the whole idea. Mine's carved his own way through most of his life so when his kid starts a rebellious streak, he's just like "Ah. Okay." as if he just knows he's hit THAT stage in raising a child. He's more logically driven than most so he won't take it personally when his child starts getting all teenage angst on him. Truthfully, Mine probably has the MOST angst leftover from his younger days out of all the boys so he actually understands the feeling more than people know and more than he can say.