#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

[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.

[achromatophoric]

Wenclairtober 2024, Day 28 - Addams Family & Enid

[Warnings: Not funny. Horror. Contains loss of agency. My apologies.]

Beneath their family mansion, in a chamber Wednesday never knew existed, the Addams family is gathered. The room is lit only by luminescent moss and the circle of moonlight that falls from an opening in the ceiling.

Wednesday: Et tu, brute? I would never have guessed my own family would betray me.

Morticia: My deadliest viper, this is not betrayal. This is salvation.

Wednesday: *flat sarcasm* My mistake. Being drugged and bound in chains must have given me the wrong impression.

Wednesday nods down at the chains entrapping her. She finds herself secured to a chair in the room’s center, directly within the circle of moonlight. The rest of her family surrounds her, a second circle with each member equidistant from the another.

Gomez: Please, my little storm cloud, you know why we are doing this.

Wednesday: What I know is that you’re attempting to control me. You’re stealing my autonomy. You’re—

Pugsley: *cries out* We’re SAVING your LIFE!

Wednesday glances over shoulder to her brother, noting the tears that streak his face. A face that is notably healthier than her own, with its gaunt cheeks and sunken eyes.

Pugsley: Y-You— *swallows* You’re dying, Sis. The Curse is killing you and—

Wednesday: *snarls* And that is MY choice.

Wednesday: *looks to Gomez* MY decision.

Wednesday: *then Morticia* MY life.

Brief silence falls, broken only by Pugsley’s barely contained sobs. Wednesday maintains her glare even as she works at her restraints, trying in spite of the futility of it.

Uncle Fester: *speaks up from behind* C’mon, Kiddo, it won’t be so bad! Just think of it like a brain transplant! Just without the fun parts.

Wednesday: *struggles* If only I could be so lucky.

Thing: *signs*

Wednesday: *stops struggling* What do you mean by that?

Thing: *gestures again*

Wednesday: *narrows eyes* Who?

Morticia: Thing is right. We think you’ll be pleased with whom the Curse has chosen.

Gomez: Truly, my scorpion! *checks pocket watch* In fact, she should be here right—

Wednesday looks sharply to the chamber’s lone entrance. Everyone else’s gaze follows.

Gomez: —about… now.

The door opens as Lurch ushers in Enid Sinclair. Nervous. Apprehensive. When she sees Wednesday? Relief.

Wednesday: *shocked* Enid?

Enid: Wednesday! *rushes over* Oh thank the moon, you’re still okay!

Wednesday: How can— You shouldn’t be here. Your family’s summer trip to Greece. You’re—

Enid: Thing texted me that you were sick. Your parents got me a ticket and l came as soon as I could. Heck, my parents don’t even know I’m here.

Wednesday stares up in disbelief at Enid, even as the other girl traces her fingers worriedly across skeletal cheeks and cracked lips. There is blatant warmth in Enid’s eyes, reflected as the faintest of glimmers in Wednesday’s own.

Wednesday: *softly* You’re here. You came.

Enid: *affectionately* Of course I did, Willa. You needed me, so… here I am.

Wednesday: Needed?

Realization pales Wednesday’s face further. She flinches back from Enid.

Wednesday: You know.

Enid: *wets lips* Yes. Your parents—they told me everything. About you. About the Curse. About how to save you.

Wednesday looks past Enid to her family. Each member watches in patient silence, allowing the meeting to play out uninterrupted. When she again meets Enid’s gaze, there is hope.

Wednesday: Then you know what will become of me. That this would change me.

Enid: It’s not— They said it won’t change you. Not really. We both know that there’s something here.

Enid gestures meaningfully between Wednesday and herself. There’s a different kind of hope in that motion the bound seer does not miss.

Wednesday: I… will admit to the truth of that. I do feel something for you…

Enid: *brightens* Then—

Wednesday: *sharply* But it is nascent! Young. Immature. It is not love. Not yet.

Enid: *crestfallen*

Wednesday: Given time, it could— no, it would grow. From this ember would have blossomed an inferno.

Enid: *stricken* But you’re— you won’t be…

Wednesday: *grim nod* I’ll be dead before that can occur. For that, I am truly sorry.

Silence. Enid quickly wiped at her eyes.

Enid: Well, screw that. We’ll just save you. Your parents said—

Wednesday: *angrily* Their explanation was woefully incomplete.

Enid: *confusion* What do you mean?

Wednesday: The Curse, Enid. It is no simple bonding ritual. Nor is it something so natural as a mating bite. It is cruel and it will destroy in order to create.

Wednesday: It cares not for how I feel right now, at this moment. Who I am, my personality, my desires—

Wednesday: *grits teeth* All nothing more than kindling to fuel the conflagration that would consume me.

Enid: *stares in horror*

Wednesday: *sadly* Had we time, Enid— if it were love I felt, then the Curse would not take so much. I would still be myself.

Wednesday: *holds Enid’s gaze* I would still be Wednesday. Your Wednesday. Roommate, best friend, and everything else.

Wednesday: *grimly* And that is who I wish to leave this world as. I refuse to continue on as something else, some mockery forged by the merciless whims of this damnable curse.

Wednesday: By my choice, I would die as Wednesday Addams. Do you understand, Enid?

Enid, her eyes wet with barely held tears, manages only the weakest of nods.

Enid: I… I understand.

Wednesday: *relieved breath* Good. Good.

Wednesday: So then— please, Enid. You know I would never beg, yet here and now, I beseech you.

Wednesday: As my ally. My roommate. My best friend.

Wednesday: Enid. Please, release me. Let me go.

Black eyes lock upon blue for a long, silent moment. Desperation faced with heartfelt sympathy. Tears cling to lashes. Unshed sorrow. A dawning hope. Then blue eyes flicker.

Once. Twice. With the third, Enid’s eyes close, and those lashes release their burden. When those tears finally fall, so does Wednesday’s hope, for she witnessed what replaced sympathy in that moment.

Guilt.

Enid: I’m sorry, I-I can’t.

Wednesday: *disbelief* I trusted you.

Enid: And I love you, Willa.

Wednesday: *spits* NO! You don’t get to call me that, Sinclair.

Enid can’t help but flinch at the venom in Wednesday’s words, spoken with a furious rasp that descends into wet coughs after her outburst.

Morticia: *worriedly* Already? This— It’s too soon. Your meeting must have quickened—

Wednesday: *smiles as she begins to choke on blood*

Enid: Wh-What do I do?!

Morticia: *urgently* You must ignite the bond with a kiss!

Enid: But she— that’s—

Morticia: NOW, Enid! Before she passes!

At those words, Enid quickly reaches out to clasp Wednesday’s face. Dark eyes are already fading when Enid finally brings her lips to that red smile, it’s corners twisted with imagined triumph.

Enid: *whispers against wet lips* Please. Please don’t let me be too late. Please, please, please!

Too many moments pass. Breaths are held as time seems to stretch. Each member of the Addams family, by blood or otherwise, grips tight onto a hope every bit as desperate as the one that had just guttered out.

Wednesday: *shuddering breath*

Enid: *sobs* WILLA!

The room erupts into cheers of relief and joy as Wednesday finally stirs. When she lifts her head, she reveals a visage no longer verging on death. Back are the dark eyes, sharp angles, and full lips.

Enid: Oh thank the moon! I thought I lost you, Willa. *crying*

Enid reaches out to embrace Wednesday, only to hold back as those black eyes meet her own. At first there is confusion there, followed by a flurry of other emotions. Shock, joy, relief, apprehension, fear, and finally… love.

Wednesday: Cara Mia, why are you crying?

At that, Enid finally acts, the chains offering little resistance in the face of her elation. Within moments the chamber floor is littered with twists of metal and Wednesday is wrapped in a tight embrace.

Enid: I love you. I love you. I love you and I am not letting you go. Ever. Do you hear me? Wednesday Friday Addams, you are mine.

Wednesday: *returns embrace* I love you as well, Querida. Absolutely, with my entirety. As the moon loves the sun, I only truly exist by the grace of your light.

Wednesday: *hesitates* I do have one question, if I may ask it.

Enid: *shaky laugh* Of course! What is it?

Wednesday: Why did you call me that? Is it a new pet name?

Enid: *blinks* You mean Willa?

Wednesday: *bemused* Don’t be absurd. That is my name.

Enid: *wrinkles brow* What—

Wednesday: I am referring to Wednesday. Why did you call me Wednesday?

Enid: But th-that— that’s your… oh god…

Enid steps back, her hands going to her mouth.

Willa: What is it, Cara Mia? Is there something bothering you? Come now, you’re making me feel like I’m missing something important.

Willa: Enid? Why are you crying? Enid, please, tell me what’s wrong. Enid? Enid??

[cowboy-kidd]

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.

[chuitu]

Since i won't be continuing my A03 anymore... I'll be summarizing (most) of my AU's lore through something I'd like to call "explained in 30 minutes!",,

You'll have an entire half assed summary of what was to be in my au's lore (with some prepared doodles if rad enough) so I don't need to worry about writing it anymore, y'all will get the idea reading the summary anyway! I'm so fucking behind,, Anywho

Time for me to test how long paragraphs can stretch in Tumblr!!

What happens after 'Clouds //ACT 2//' in 30 minutes!

So if any of you guys remember the heck of a cliffhanger i left behind in A03, The news sprung up that a life draining + magnetic and ever so shifting gravity field pops up outta nowhere, but eventually a majority of folks know well and foremost that's Yeva's work... but something is clearly wrong. 🤭

Redson being the impulsive and too quick to act young man he was, he bolts out the door to go grab his bestie before things get way more out of hand than it already is, Macaque assuming the role of the responsible one since Nezha hasn't caught wind of this shit yet, catches up to the redhead only to hear that the little half-baked demon doesn't have a plan at all.

And an added addition to problems where Cinnabar (The one lookin like some security guard), actually called one of their superiors, only for word to reach the entire sector (That's totally nothing to worry about in the long run).

Skip forward to when Redson arrives at the main spherical field, Cinnabar indirectly notes how the field only drains you if your powers are active, so as long as kiddo doesn't jetpack fire drives his way to Yeva, he should be fine... supposedly.

Another skip forward bro goes through a whole parkour montage to get to the main building where Yeva was literally tied up in the last chapter

Don't worry folks he's a professional at this... I think...

He gets to her, partially scratched by much of the flying debris, he tries to unbuckle her free, but the metal belt welded itself altogether (Well shit), and much of the building starts to fall apart and swirl around her, forcing little bro to put his pyrokinesis to work, It gets worse.

"Cmon Yeva! Wake up already!! WAKE UP!!"

As if all that yelling is gonna help, and he could feel every bit of his strength faltering...

His spark dwindling every second... he could catch glimpses of his own hair fading to black... It wasn't looking good,,

Next thing he knew, he passed out as soon as the storm finally calmed... A worried sick voice of a friend screamed for help, but not for herself... For Redson.

Now we cut to the moment he woke up, his hair looked different, there was less volume and only a bit of red was left down his sideburns and lower scalp... Barely capable of picking himself up, he threw all other questions out the window as soon as he saw Yeva accompanying Nezha,,

He stumbles as he ran out, he could barely take in any information whatsoever, but the words he could make up were "It's for the best" and "She should be able to learn how to- powers- if anything happens".

A disheartened Yeva who could only look away from Red in... what was that look... disappointment? shame? towards him? herself? Or the event that led to Redson losing his flames...

He never got the answer, until 120 years later.

[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.

[deepspacevivarium]

@keykeepertm | from here “…That sounds like a kit..”

Well there went the rabbit, hind paws sliding across the tile floor and ears are twitching about, searching for the sounds location. Instincts suddenly drove to find and comfort the squealing baby. It doesn't take long to find where the noise came from, thanks to those big listeners of his.

Wait… that's not a kit, it's Charlily! “ W-Whoa how did you get up there?” No time to think, they ran over and crouched eyes locked on the charm next to Charlily. And then with a thump of hind paws; the rabbit leaped into the air gracefully and grabs onto the lowest triangle shaped charm, scrambling slightly with claws retracting and digging into the plastic, scuffing it up a little in the process. Jax panted managing to get three paws onto the dangly piece, a leg dangled while toes spread in slight panic. “..H-Heya kiddo..p—papa Jax is here… to get y-ya down.” Ah jeez, its so high up here! He didn't think this through.

There is nothing to indicate how Charlily got so high up, except by her own ability. There are plenty of places in the circus to climb, and it's possible that while looking for her mother, she took things too far. All she wanted was a good vantage point of the tent. Not only did she not climb high enough, but now she can't get down.

When Jax hops up next to her, she immediately stops squealing. The seal going down the middle of her face closes up so that he can't see what's inside. She scoots along the tube with her legs straddling the plastic, and crawls onto the charm next to him. Her entire body shakes. There's no traction in her cloth body, so if she makes the wrong move, she'll fall right off.

As usual, the hat--Halcyril--speaks for her. "This was one heck of a climb! We wedged ourselves under a loose floorboard in the mezzanine and came out here. We were so busy lookin' for Ma that we forgot that heights make us woozy. You don't suppose--"

Charlily slips, and the hat starts to fall off her head. She shoves it back into place and keeps a hand over it. Losing her hat scares her more than getting hurt.

[charcoalhawk]

Don’t go where I can’t follow

What scares Tucker the most, after everything, was that he hadn’t even known anything was wrong.

Truce gift for @phan-pheeking-tastic, ended up going with Tucker and Sam finding out Danny is half-ghost in a No-One Knows AU.

This was super fun to do, hope you enjoy!

What scares Tucker the most, after everything, was that he hadn’t even known anything was wrong.

He had thought, with how close he and Danny were, how close they had been, that he would have known if something had happened to him. To his family.

But he hadn’t. Neither had Sam.

When he wakes up that day there’s no dread, no forbording feeling in gut. Heck, Tucker wakes up pretty happy.

It’s the last day of school before winter break, and he and Sam have plans to play as much Doom as possible so they can hopefully beat it before the new year. There’s rumors that anyone who can will be able to access new dlc content that otherwise won’t be available until at least the summer.

Some small part of him is even happy that Danny isn’t in town this week, meaning he and Sam can hang out without things getting awkward.

And Tucker hates thinking like that. Danny was his best friend for a long, long time, but ever since high school started the two of them had slowly drifted apart. Which he does understand, on some level. They’re not five years old anymore playing together on the playground.

But Danny had become so aloof with them, barely interacting with them in class and showing up late to hang out, if he even showed up at all.

And it couldn’t have been because of their new undead neighbors that now haunted the town. After the first like, month, Phantom had proved he was a decent enough ghost that most people didn’t really have to worry about malicious undead any more than they had to worry about overdue homework.

He and Sam have just finished fighting the second to last boss in Doom when there’s a knock on his door. A quick glance at his computer’s clock shows that it isn’t even 11pm yet, so it can’t be his parents telling him to start winding down to go to sleep. It’s also winter break now, so why-?

After a second his Dad’s face peeks through the door, his form backlit by the hallway lights. He thinks he sees his mom too, but after a moment she seems to briefly lay her hand on his father’s shoulder then disappear from view.

“Hey kiddo,” it's hard to tell what his dad is thinking at that moment, and his voice sounds carefully neutral, “are you at a good stopping point for the night? I need to talk with you about something serious.”

He goes to share a glance at Sam but she’s already getting up from her desk.

“Hey Tuck,” Sam’s voice is muffled from her starting to remove her headphones, “I think I’m going to have to call it quits for tonight. My parents just came in and said they need to talk about something important. Hopefully tomorrow we can start planning for the final boss. I’ll text you later, night.”

“Sounds good,” he replies, quickly saving and logging out to the main screen, “night.”

And with that the room is washed in silence. After a second of hesitation his Dad reaches over and flips on the room’s overhead light, moving to sit on the bed across from his gaming set-up.

“Soooo…” Tucker prompts, “what’s up? You said you needed to tell me about something serious?”

His dad doesn’t respond immediately, taking a deep breath before slowly reaching out to rest his hand on Tucker’s shoulder.

“Tucker,” his father looks so sad, “there’s been an accident, a- an attack. Danny’s mom is in a coma.”

———

It takes almost a week to fully find out what happened.

The Fenton’s had been visiting a family friend in Wisconsin, apparently Vlad Masters had gone to college with Danny’s parents, and had invited them all to his mansion for the weekend. It had also been rumored that Mr. Masters had been experiencing some supernatural events that he had wanted Maddie and Jack to help him solve, and with how fanatic the two were around ghosts they had obviously been eager to help in any way they could.

And it had turned out that the rumors had been true, and at least one violent ghost had attacked the mansion the following evening.

Here the details get murky.

Some reports say a single ghost was responsible for the attack, and only the Fenton’s weapons and skill saved everyone from being killed by the vengeful spirit. Others claim it was two ghosts having a territory spat that just so happened to happen in the mansion. Some even claim Phantom drove off the raging ghost and stopped more injuries from occurring.

Number of ghosts aside, the attack had destroyed almost a third of the Masters’ Mansion, and had left most of the staff with injuries from debris or from the ghosts themselves. Danny and Jazz had apparently escaped the worst of it because their parents had gotten them out early on and the two had hidden in the nearby woods until authorities arrived.

Jack had gotten a nasty concussion and broken two ribs fighting off the ghost(s), and Maddie had suffered some kind of mental or physical trauma that left her comatose.

Vlad Masters’ was missing, no one had seen him directly prior to the attack, and afterwards it was like he had just up and vanished.

————

He and Sam stand outside the Fenton house for almost a full minute before Sam seems to find the courage to knock. Two long, followed by two fast and one long, the same combination they’ve all used since they were little kids.

The silence afterwards is thick, and just as Sam is raising her hand to knock again there’s a series of clanking sounds as the locks are undone and the door opens to reveal Jasmine Fenton.

“Oh, hey there,” she gives a small smile, “I’m glad you two are here. Danny is upstairs in his room, we’re all pretty shaken up from what happened, having you two visit should help.”

“How is- how are you holding up?” Tucker asks as they move through the hallway into the living room, a place that’s both so familiar and yet alien, he half expects Danny to be leaning over the staircase inviting them upstairs to his room.

“It’s, I’ve been holding it together,” Jazz says, “I’ll probably be staying here at least until Dad’s ribs are better, luckily all my professors are pretty accommodating and will be letting me attend virtually until I can head back to college. I’m… really scared for my mom, but I trust that she’s getting the best care possible and that she’ll wake up soon.”

Jazz gestures towards the stairs, “Danny’s in his room, call me if you guys need anything. I was actually just about to head over to the Hospital, Dad should be getting discharged today, so we should be back in a few hours.”

With one last smile Jazz heads back the way they came and there’s the sound of the front door opening and closing.

“Should we really be doing this?” Tucker finally breaks the silence, glancing towards the staircase as if Danny will suddenly appear there.

“Honestly I don’t know, but it’s too late to go back now. If we leave Jazz will just ask Danny when she gets back and then we’ll be the assholes who left without saying anything.”

Damn, Tucker hates it when Sam uses logic like that.

“Yeah but it’s just, I don’t think we’ve had a full conversation with him in the past month. It feels wrong to just drop in now when he’s hurting like this.”

“Well it’s not like Dash or Paulina is going to just waltz by and offer to go comfort him,” Sam’s mouth twists into a grimmance, “and Valerie’s probably too busy investigating the attack to try and find the ghosts who did this.”

Tucker can’t argue with that, they really are the closest ones to Danny. Still, it feels wrong to walk up those steps and knock on Danny’s bedroom door like nothing in the past two years has happened.

There’s no immediate answer, but after a second series of knocks there’s the sound of bare feet on hardwood before the door opens slightly, just enough for Danny’s tired blue eyes to peek out.

“Hi,” Danny’s voice is hoarse, “uh, no offense but why are you two here?”

“We uh-,” Tucker shares a glance with Sam, “we wanted to check in on you. I know we aren’t all as close anymore but we wanted to at least see if you were ok in person and see if there was anything we could do.”

That sounded a lot better in his head, but Danny isn’t slamming the door on them, so there’s that. After a moment the door opens fully and he and Sam cautiously walk inside as Danny moves to lean against the far wall.

“I, thanks for coming over?” He seems to almost hug himself, looking anxiously around the room. “I don’t know if your parents put you up to this, or worse Jazz, but you guys don’t need to hang around out of some sense of obligation.”

“We came because we wanted to Danny!” Sam exclaims, “we’re still your friends and, and we care about you! This is obviously traumatizing and we want to help you-“

“You guys don’t understand!” Danny snarls at them. Apparently what Tucker had thought was anxiety was in fact anger.

“You think I’m some scared kid trying to come to terms with an unfortunate accident. Well I’m not!”

Danny’s eyes almost seem to glow in response to his heated words, which doesn’t make any sense. Humans eyes don’t glow, the only thing close to that that Tucker has seen happens when ghosts-

“It was my fault!”

With that last shout there’s a brilliant flash of white, and when Tucker can finally blink the spots out of his vision he finds he can’t quite comprehend what he sees before him.

“I hurt her! I was trying to stop that stupid ghost from hurting my Dad and I ended up almost killing my mom!”

Danny’s too long sweatpants and pullover have been replaced with a glowing hazmat suit, and what’s left standing before them is Phantom, the town’s own ghostly hero. The town’s very young, very dead hero.

“What?”

Sam sounds like she’s just been gut punched, and Tucker doesn’t feel much different.

Everyone in Amity Park knows that Phantom is one of the friendlier ghosts that now haunt them, even dealing with the rowdier ones that try to interfere with day to day human life.

But everyone also agrees that Phantom can be downright terrifying most of the time. The simple fact that he looks all of thirteen makes most residents uncomfortable at best.

Trying to understand that Danny and Phantom are one in the same is almost too much for him, but looking the ghost dead in the eyes now the similarities between the two are overwhelming.

He can see Danny in the way the ghost is hunched like he’s about to collapse onto himself, and he can see Phantom in how his stance is planted and ready to move in a moment's notice.

“It’s-“ and here Phantom's voice breaks, “it’s my fault.”

And with that soft admission the dam finally breaks, and Phantom crumbles to the floor, back heaving as great sobs wrack his body.

In that moment Tucker’s body seems to almost move on to own, moving almost in tandem with Sam to crouch down and envelop Danny in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry that happened,” Sam whispers into Danny’s hair, “I wish you could have told us when this happened so we could have helped. But we know now. We’ll help you however we can, and I’m sure your mom will be better in time.”

Sam sounds so sure of what she’s saying, Tucker can’t even bring himself to speak. Whatever happened to Danny, whatever he’s been doing these past two years, has changed him.

All Tucker can do is tighten his grip, a promise that he hopes he can keep.