#some kid in a pinstripe jacket

[diltonsstrangescience]

Guys help I think I’ve been transported to a parallel universe. The ponytail is on the wrong color hair.

Archie is blond now.

This is surreal.

[g3tinl0ser]

Chapter 1

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IN GOTHAM

Jason sits at the bottom of the stairs, Alfred and his older brother both looking at him disapprovingly but he couldn't care less. He laced up the brand new black Converse his mom had bought him and smiled, you knew him. Knew that while he had been part of the family for years, these events still made him uncomfortable. Being forced to wear a suit only made him more agitated, the shiny shoes needed to be watched constantly and the buttons of the suit jacket just made his hands shake in anger. You stuck with the black of course, giving him layers of black shaded shirts for him to peel off and lose in his anxiety throughout the night. Giving him one last task at the end of the night to distract his mind as his parents made their final rounds. 

Dick chuckled a little, knowing his brother hated having to participate in these things. He thought once he got to the age that girls were interesting being a Wayne would interest Jason but no. He listened to Alfred talk about who would be in attendance while he brushed his fingers over his peacoat-style suit jacket folded over his arm. He too would never get used to having whatever he wanted. He had been adopted later than any of the others, at 15, you had done every single thing you could to spoil him to the heavens. The proof was lying over his arm, he really liked this style coat, so you had found someone to make him suit jackets the same style. Now they were light enough for him to wear constantly, he didn't care that some thought it was weird. It was something his mom did for HIM.

Soon Damian came tumbling down the stairs he looked very sharp in the pinstripe suit he had picked out earlier that week. Bruce had taken the growing boy to pick a new jacket but was quickly talked into buying an entire outfit. He had snuck into your room to have his hair styled and to check on his best friend/new sister. His hair was thankfully styled tousled his father thought as he chuckled watching his youngest son jump around in front of Alfred telling him about new music he heard that he was hoping to add to his playlists later. Tim was just behind the two of them in his all-black suit, he didn't have much to say. He understood his responsibility to the family as a Wayne, he had no problem carrying that out. He was more involved with the charities than any of the other kids. 

Jason might be a momma's boy, but Tim wanted to do what you do. He wanted to adopt and raise a family of kids who had nothing. He wanted to start his own charities and help change people's lives. He looked up to his father, he knew that without Bruce there would be no Tim Wayne. But you were his idol. “You look sharp, Son.” He heard his father's deep voice and looked up to see a look of pride on the man's face, it warmed his heart because he often felt like Bruce loved him less than the other boys. Bruce wrapped his arm around his son's shoulder, looking towards the stairs and chuckling. “We are going to be late like always.” 

The group of boys chuckles but Jason as always is quick to defend you. “We had to go out and find Stephanie shoes and some accessories and a jacket. Mom said even though it was short notice it wasn't fair that Steph didn't get something new.” Bruce nodded, the boys watching a loving look come to his face some of them groaning as Alfred laughed. “Mrs. Wayne has always been the best of us. I'm so happy we were able to alter an old dress for Miss Stephanie.” the clicking of heels drew everyone's attention from Alfred because at the top of the stairs were two beautiful ladies. 

Jason leaped up and ran to the top of the stairs to help his mom down but you quickly shooed him over to his new sister. You were hoping his protective nature would copy onto her as well because you knew she was beyond nervous and he was your only son who didn't have big groups of friends at these things. Steph looked adorable in your old Chiara Boni La Maxi dress. Yet another moment you were thankful for the million and one skills Alfred has. While you had taken her out to get her very own Balenciaga wool dress coat and Louboutin heels. She had picked out a modest-sized heel and a jacket that would last her as long as she cared for it. 

She cried while getting her hair trimmed and styled for the first time in years. You promised to talk to her about what she wanted to do with it long term and to find her a permanent stylist and she cried again. Jason acted like it was a huge inconvenience when she talked him into getting a pedicure with him while you got your nails done. Then she was so absorbed in looking at all the jewelry while you waited for the boy's watches to be cleaned and serviced that she didn't even notice when Jason pointed at something in the case and whispered to you. You getting her the smaller version of a Cartier bracelet the boys and Bruce had gotten you for mothers day last year. 

You loved being a mother, Tony laughing in your face had been the best reality check you could've ever received. The interview at Wayne Enterprises was a gift from god, their CEO a gift from your guardian angel. You quickly learned you were given the job purely based on your experience as Tony Starks assistant, but that was fine. W.E. was an insanely fast-paced business that dealt with whatever Mr. Wayne was feeling that day. The list of businesses they had their fingers in was long, and the number of charities they helped run was just as long. 

Bruce fell for you quickly, before you could even start showing. You had sworn off rich playboys but somehow he swept you right off your feet. He held your hand as you gave birth to your son, and helped you pick a name. He was the second person to hold him, gave him his first bath. Bruce started the adoption paperwork from his phone at your wedding reception. He never gave you a second to doubt why he was with you. Never gave the tabloids an ounce of information and did everything and anything you wanted. 

The look on his face, as you helped your newest baby down the staircase, showed that he was just as obsessed today as he was 13 years ago. He stepped forward to meet the three of you at the bottom, smiling brightly at Steph whose cheeks were brightening as she realizes all eyes were on her. Trying to break the ice a little she chuckled looking around “Is black the family color.” Jason and Tim make a noise between a scoff and a laugh as Bruce sways his head back and forth. “You look lovely Steph. If at any point tonight you're ready to leave, you just come find one of us ok?” The young girl nodded, she had assimilated quickly soaking up the love in the house. From Bruce and the boys hovering, to your reassuring smile, to the always warm pot of tea Alfred has ready for her. 

Jason pulled out the bracelet box and sheepishly looked away, even though he was the one to notice and point it out, he hadnt wanted to give it to her. “Umm.. Uhm. We got mom one like this for mothers day.. And uh..” He scratches the back of his neck, trying to figure out his words, thankfully his dad steps forwards taking it from him and opening it. “What Jays trying to say, is they want you to feel welcome. They all know how you feel. We are all here for you, whatever you need one of us will understand.” He helped her put it on before smiling at her and patting Jason on the shoulder and turning to you. 

Alfred ushered the kids out of the room and towards the line of limos waiting for them. Bruce tried to ignore Jason glaring at him as he walked out of the room but he couldn't and started laughing as soon as the boy pulled the door shut. “I swear that boy is going to kill me if I ever get you pregnant.” You sigh looking over your delicious husband, he's in an all-black tux as well but it's tailored perfectly. You don't even have to step to him because he's already there kissing you. The first thing you learned about being with Bruce, that lip makeup that didn't smear or transfer was a must. Next was when he kissed you, he kissed you breathless. Each time he told you he loved you, or showed you he loved you he did it to the fullest. He constantly talked about how in love his parents were, and how he never thought he would get that. Now that he had it, had you and this family, he gave and would always give everything he had towards it. 

“You know he's probably going to be there tonight..” Bruce said as soon as his lips left yours, his eyes trailing your hairdo, smiling slightly when he saw the pearl earrings with delicate strings of diamonds hanging from your ears. The pearls had been his mother's, he had added the diamonds to gift them to you. You smiled reaching for his hands as his cheeks blushed, “Yes Love, Dick talked to me last night. He said he caught Damian looking up videos of Stark and IronMan. We've never lied about who he is, we will just have to see what happens.” Bruce wanted to pull you close, wanted to remind himself and you that you belonged here. He wasn't worried about Stark taking you from him, he wasn't really worried about him taking his son. But there was always that nagging anxiety that he wasn't Damian's REAL father. 

“Would.. You be ok with me riding with him. I just maybe want to talk to him.” 

You smiled up at the love of your life, cursing Dolce&Gabbana for making a dress you look so fabulous in but can't wrap your legs around your man in. Nodding up at him while sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. This was when he was the sexiest you thought, when he was being the best father ever. This was why you kept talking him into more kids, well at least one of the reasons. “I'll take the others, it will be fun.” Pressing a kiss quickly to his cheek before pulling him out of the house as well.

4 days prior 

Tony didn't know why he was doing this to himself.. to Pepper and his daughter.. to You.. It had been 10 years. But here he was, the second he heard Fury briefing the others on meeting yet another superhero group he was offended. “Umm.. why am I not being invited??” He had said snapping his fingers as he walked in to get everyone's attention. Had he paused and taken a second as he entered, to look at the screen he would've seen why. 

The Justice League. 

The large screen showed the key members, Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman, and Aquaman.

Next to them was a picture of a man Tony had met a few times before, Bruce Wayne. Equally as rich, supposedly just as smart but why was he on screen?? Even better question why are you on screen tucked under his arm??? You, Tony's old “assistant”, when Pepper was too busy running everything to do Tony's stupid little errands. Pepper thought her fiancé could make smart choices, that he had grown up. You ended up in her office a few months later, dead-eyed and apologizing profusely because he had told you that they had broken up. That's why he needed a new assistant, but now you are pregnant. “But don't worry.” You had said wiping your nose on your hoodie sleeve, “I got a new job a few hours away. It's well-paying, so I'm not asking for child support or anything. They are also paying for my relocation on account that I quit today.” 

Everything crumbled but slowly came back together after you left. Nat had liked you as well as Pepper so she glared often at Tony. Eventually leading to Wanda reading her mind and sharing with the group. Until this exact moment, the three of them had been excited to go to this ball. Nat and Bucky had been corresponding with you and your husband, who were able to get into contact with the Justice League. 

Tony scoffed hearing that, how he asked, causing Steve to roll his eyes leaning his face in two fingers, “They said Gotham doesn't run the same way here does. The Justice League, while mostly self-funded has programs to help any areas that are unfortunately damaged due to fighting. Y/ns husband is the largest benefactor of that, so they have a close relationship.” Tony rolled his eyes and walked for the drink cart he insisted was in all the meeting rooms. Nat spoke next smirking and twirling her pen “Bruce is very close with Batman.” Tony's spine straightened “According to the mayor during the last new reel I watched, Y/N and Batman personally funded and organized the rebuilding of the town's orphanage.” 

“Well.. kids was always something she was passionate about.. seems she has a thing for orphans..” Sam says before everyone's heads snap to him, throwing his hands up he chuckles “I meant cause Tonys.. and Waynes..” he laughs awkwardly before clearing his throat and looking out the window. Fury sighs, brushing his face annoyed “If you go, best behavior. I'll have you off this mission so fast Stark. We NEED them, since SHEILD has gone through the cleanse, we have been able to locate a few other super soldiers. We were able to link Captin Rogers and Johnny Storm which led us to an allegiance with F4, Y/ns friendship with these three has led us to this opportunity.’ Fury leans forward on his fingertips, staring Tony dead in his eyes “We only have one go at this, I will eliminate any problems we have along the way.. Am I clear?” He raises his eyebrow, his one eye making enough expression for Tony to get the picture. Rolling his eyes he nodded, starting to sit down just as everyones dismissed.

“I don't get to be briefed?” He says throwing his hands up, Nat chuckles as she walks by Bucky close behind her. “It's been made clear you're going for Iron Man decoration, you don't need briefing because you won't be doing any of the talking.” 

Sam and Wanda chuckled as they walked past “This is gonna be fun.”

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“Mrs. Wayne, thank you so much for taking the time to speak with us. First of all, congratulations on the reopening of the orphanage! It’s truly inspiring work. And speaking of inspiring, I hear you and Mr. Wayne have recently welcomed another child into your family?”

Tony stood in his room after another fight with Pepper, she couldn't understand why he was watching these interviews. Why he was so worried about all of this, he had sworn he didn't want you, that this was over. 

 “Yes, that’s right! We’ve just adopted our fifth child—our fourth through adoption. It’s been such an incredible journey for our family, and every child we bring into our home adds so much love and joy. We truly feel like the luckiest parents in the world.”

For fucks sake they had a child together.

“That’s wonderful to hear! Five children—your hands must be full. What inspired you and Mr. Wayne to keep growing your family?”

 Tony couldn't wrap his head around it either, after you left Pepper had told him she was pregnant as well.

(laughing softly) “Oh, trust me, our hands are definitely full, but in the best way! Honestly, I can’t imagine anything better to do with my time. We have the space at Wayne Manor, and more importantly, we have the love to give. Every child deserves a home and a family who supports them, Bruce and I are passionate about doing our part to make that happen.”

He and Pepper had gotten married.

“That’s so beautiful. You’re both so devoted to creating a loving home. But five kids—any chance this is your stopping point?”

Raised Morgan together, the best years of his life. So why was he staring longingly at your mischievous smile as you looked back and the camera panned over to a straight-faced Bruce Wayne who had multiple children talking to him at all once. To some, it would look like he was annoyed, but Tony could tell he was listening intently. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t count on that! I’ve been known to talk my husband into a few things over the years, and I’m already working on him for another. We’ll see how it goes, but I think he’s just as soft-hearted about these kids as I am.

He had never messed up like he had with you again.

“Well, it sounds like the Wayne household is full of love, laughter, and plenty of adventure. Thank you again, Mrs. Wayne, for sharing your story and for all the work you and your family do for the community. It’s truly inspiring.”

 He had never even thought of you again, or even the baby.

Thank you! It’s such a privilege to be able to help. We’re just grateful to have the opportunity to make a difference—and to have such a big, beautiful family to come home to at the end of the day.”

The interview ended with a shot of Bruce pulling you in for a kiss while the kids of the orphanage played and ran around.  Until that briefing, he had no thoughts bouncing in that big head of his with you in them. 

So what's his problem?

He looked to his closet deciding it was finally time to pack and face whatever music was on the other side of this mission.

The Avengers had been welcomed warmly at the gala. Introduced to the representatives of the city and those who worked high up in the organizations TJL worked with. Bucky and Sam had drug the ladies out on the floor as soon as the talking slowed down, Steve getting pulled into a conversation with Veterans who had never been able to meet Captain America. Tony just stuck close by doing his best to keep his promise of best behavior but slowly drinking. Everyone inside was distracted once the noise outside raised, people were yelling and cheering. The small spaces around the door light up then flashes taking over violently fast as they opened and a group of teens headed in. Four boys all smiling to varying degrees and waving, shaking hands at the bottom of the stairs before walking to an older gentleman and then dispersing. 

Just as the noise started to ramp up again in the museum hall, the cheering came back but this time louder. The people were screaming, this time when the doors opened there was no flash just blinding white light from so many cameras going off. The silhouette of three people had the entire room turning and holding its breath for just a second before a round of cheers started in here too. All of the Avengers gasp as the doors close You, Bruce, and Stephanie all walk to the top of the stairs. You've always been tall, and in your heels, you're almost the same height as the man next to you. Bruce's arm wraps around your waist, pulling you to him as you guide Steph to stand in front of the two of you. 

Tony hates to admit it but you look amazing. Your skin is glowing and flawless, your hair full and shiny. He can see the sparkle in your eyes from here, only just overshadowed by the sparkles in your off-the-shoulder dress. The three of you perfectly match a full family unit. 

The room quiets down quickly Bruce greets everyone professionally before smiling down at the small blonde before him. "Tonight, we’re not just here to celebrate the reopening of the orphanage; we’re also overjoyed to share something very special with all of you. My beautiful wife, our boys, and I are thrilled to introduce the newest member of our family, our daughter, Stephanie Wayne." Steph's face turned a bright red as you giggled with her and the two of you helping her down the stairs. At the bottom Damian was waiting for her, excitedly telling her that his friends were thrilled to meet her. Over their heads, you could see Jason and Dick watching where the two of them scurried off too. 

Nat had tears in her eyes as she watched you shake hands and say hi to everyone. She watched as Dick came over and introduced a few of what she assumed to be friends to you and his father. She took her chance to drag Bucky towards you when Bruce was inevitably drug away for ‘men's talk’. It didn't escape her notice that his eyes never left you, so as she approached it didn't surprise her that Bruce repositioned himself in the group of men. Those tears from earlier fell as your eyes met, rudely you didn't even excuse yourself as you turned towards her. Walking as fast as your red bottoms would let you before wrapping your arms around her. 

Bucky smiled his heart full as he watched his girlfriend and her lost friend whispering to each other and hugging. Steve was quick to come up next leaning down for a gentle hug and warm words about you doing well. The conversation quickly picked up about how everyone had been, introductions to Sam and Wanda being made. You kept waiting, you knew he was here, and you could feel the weight of his eyes on you. You could feel Tony Stark getting closer, just as you watched Steves's eye glance behind you, straightening up quickly, your son squeezed between the two super soldiers. 

Damian had stripped his jacket leaving him in a bright white button-up with his matching pinstripe vest. His cheeks were bright and small beads of sweat were already gathered at his brow. “Mom, I know the rule is we can't have desserts until after dinner.. But we had a late lunch, and its Steph's first party-” You felt a warm hand at your back, lips pressing lightly to your temple to let you know who was there. You chuckled looking down at your littlest baby.. For now.. “This definitely sounds more like Tim than you buddy..” Damian's eyes got big, stuttering over his words as the Avengers but two and two together. All they can see is a boy version of Morgan Stark. All they knew was that you had left, that you had slept with Tony and left. It all made sense now. 

Sighing dramatically you look around, seeing not only Steph and Tim pretending to not be looking from a table they have cups at, but also Dick and Jason. You had left it up to the catering company this time to decide what was served, it must be good.  Looking back to your husband, you freeze, because just past him is Tony Stark. Somehow no amount of preparation had made you ready. All you could see was him, slurring his words and laughing at you. He had thrown money at you and told you to get rid of it.

IT. 

That beautiful it was standing in front of you now, begging for sweets. The other beautiful ‘its’ you loved were also begging for sweets. Seeing Tony triggered something in you, Bruce knew that as soon as you turned back. Sometimes you couldn't deny them things knowing they hadn't been able to even look at them before you. “Sure sweetie. Just make sure you eat responsibly because I'm not listening to any complaints about upset stomachs tomorrow.” Damian bounced from foot to foot, proving that he really didn't need whatever he was about to snag off the dessert table. But the smiles on all their faces as they walked as fast as Stephanie could towards the dessert table made the complaining they would definitely do tomorrow worth it. Alfred had already started moving drinks to a table with chairs before moving with a pep in his own step toward the table. Even on his night off you couldn't pull that man from the kids he looked at like his grandkids. 

Bruce introducing himself pulled your attention back towards the adults, Natasha gushing about you finding yourself a handsome man. Soon pulling you and Wanda off to the side just a few steps, allowing two separate conversations to happen. Steve and Bruce wanted to get business out of the way, for almost the same reasons. Speaking quickly about what needs to happen for the two groups to meet. The terms seemed normal, TJL was skeptical about involving themselves in more drama, but they understood the need for a large group possibly needing to mobilize in case of a global emergency. Just as Steve and Bruce went to shake hands the last drops of alcohol kicked into Tony's system. 

“I've heard the hardest part of this will be Batman.. People say he doesn't play well with others.” Tony's words carry enough condescension that it stops your conversation with the girls. Bruce's jaw ticks but he laughs once taking a drink, “I have heard that as well. The guy seems rough around the edges but he just wants what's best. He doesn't let anything or anyone stand between him and what he wants. Guess that's not for everyone.” He shrugs and lifts his glass a waiter walks over and asks if anyone else needs refills. You take a moment to look at Tony, he looks good all things considered. It puts you on guard immediately that he is unknowingly taking jabs at your husband. Turning back into Bruce his arm comes around your waist as you pat his chest. 

Your voice is as strong as Bruce makes you feel when you speak, “Ironman wasn't always a great team player, sometimes it takes the right people to really create a family.” You hadn't meant for your own jab at him to be thrown in there but it felt good. Tony's own flesh and blood was in front of him moments ago and he didn't even know. Warm fingers dig into your side as Steve agrees with you, turning the conversation towards the others in the group getting both your opinions. Unfortunately yet again, just as you think things are calming down and you can set up a meeting and walk away…

“So, tell me,” he sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. “Did you leave Stark Industries just to run off with our secrets and hand them over to Wayne Enterprises? Or was marrying the boss your way of sealing the deal?”

Tony Stark, ladies, and gentlemen..

Nat hissed his name through her teeth as your husband stood straighter. Alfred and Jason had been facing you at the table and your son definitely picked up on the difference in his parent's stance. You tried to smile it off, listening to your husband explain to Tony that his business really had no interest in what Tony did or didn't do. That he never asked questions about you and the only time he had come up was in the interview process. Tony, being a genius, put it together quickly and laughed. “Trendy babe! Being a high-level assistant really worked out for you, huh.” 

Bruce took a step forward without thinking, red immediately edging his vision. The large man moved with a slow, deliberate stride, his towering frame casting an ominous shadow over the room. His expression was calm—too calm—but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes, like the edge of a knife hidden beneath velvet. When he reached the other man, he stepped into his space without hesitation, his sheer presence enough to make the air feel heavier.His voice, low and even, carried a quiet menace that sent a shiver down spines. “You’re going to back off,” he said, each word measured, deliberate.

Your hands wrapped around Bruce, one threading fingers together, the others feeling his thick muscles flex in anger as he tries to keep himself in place. His face, normally a cool mask of indifference fell to anger when his wife was brought into it. He leaned in slightly, his broad shoulders and imposing frame leaving no room for argument. His eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto the other man’s, stripping away any bravado he might have had. “Leave her alone,” he continued, his tone still calm but now laced with steel. “You don’t want me to have to repeat myself. If I do... you’ll regret it.”

 Movement out of the corner of your eye brought your attention back to your kids, Jason was already halfway across the room. Dick was standing up, pushing Tim back into his seat and jogging to catch up to his younger brother. Thanks to Dicks long legs and Jason's inability to use his manners, just trying to crash through people, they reached you at the same time. Dick comes up to his father's side and smiles charmingly, his hand out to cause distraction and introduce himself. Jason was at your side, he didn't introduce himself. He just glared at the man looking at you. “You need something, man?” Jason's words were sharp and cut through Dicks easy voice. 

Tony was taken aback at the look this kid was giving him, but when he looked back up at the man standing in front of him he saw it there too. Darkness swirled behind their eyes, a darkness that was ready to lash out at him in defense of the woman who stood behind them. There was no yelling, no theatrics—just a quiet, unmistakable promise of consequences. And as Bruce stood there, unflinching, it was clear he meant every word. For this man, his wife wasn’t just important—she was everything. And nothing, not even a ghost from her past, was going to harm her while he was there. It was just as clear their kids felt the same. 

 Ever the diplomat, Steve sighs thanking you again for meeting with him. Telling Bruce that HE will for sure be in contact with him and apologizing for the disruption before roughly dragging Tony out. Nat hugged you and made you promise to hang out, “you have a rich husband, buy a place and come spend some weekends with us.” she had laughed. The rest of the Gala was thankfully uneventful. 

Because you knew that if Fury and Steve got what they wanted, uneventful wasn't something you could count on anymore. 

NEXT>>>>

[paceprompting]

the stars on the ceiling

little content warning for mentions of abuse (through a child's perspective), but definitely has a happy ending with soft uncle wayne goodness

He missed the stars.

His house with his ma and dad hadn’t been much—one bedroom for his parents and a cot in the living room where Eddie kept his clothes and his library books. The entire space except the kitchen was covered in beige carpet where Eddie drew temporary pictures with his fingers.

But every night before bed, his ma would bundle him up and take them both into the backyard to look at the night sky. Away from his dad’s growing beer bottles and football games he kept losing money on.

Even in winter, she’d grabbed the special thick comforter from the back of the closet and the blanket Eddie’s grandmother had knit for him before he was born and before she died. She’s wrap them up tight together to sit and count each twinkling star as they emerged into the night sky.

The only nights they didn’t look at the stars was when his dad got to shouting at them first. Through red-rimmed eyes and slurred words, he held Eddie’s ma by her pretty curls so she wouldn’t get away and shouted.

Shouted that Eddie looked too much like his ma, with curls and ugly brown eyes. Might as well not have been his, looking like that. Yelled at her for being with other men even though she never left the house, and then grabbed Eddie by the back of his shirt. Shouted that he was too skinny for seven years old; a nothing that sat around reading fantasy bullshit like a fag.

Sometimes he shoved them both into the wall and then went back to his football games. Other times he took his ma to their room, and Eddie burrowed under his blankets until morning.

The last night they’d sat together, she’d made a pot of hot chocolate to share.

Her dark curls had tickled his nose while she held him to her chest. He’d thought she had been holding him particularly tight that night. But it was cold, and together they were warm, so he didn’t say a word.

The next day at school, a lady with blonde hair in a gray pinstripe jacket and skirt came to talk to him. Apparently his ma had called the lady’s job, and that meant she had to ask him some questions.

And he didn’t know any different, so he told about the shouting. About the bruises on his arms and back. The ones on his ma’s ribs and her legs—the ones he only saw in glimpses when she darted past in her towel after a shower.

He didn’t know it would mean he never got to go home.

A bag with his clothes and his books were waiting for him in the lady’s car, as well as a note from his ma that he didn’t read. (Not for nearly a decade.)

He stayed in a foster home for a week until they got ahold of Uncle Wayne.

Eddie hadn’t seen his uncle for a few years. Not after he and his dad shouted worse than Eddie had ever heard his dad shout at Thanksgiving dinner. So much that he covered his ears to muffle it all out, so he didn’t know why Uncle Wayne hadn’t been invited back to his brother’s house.

They’d never gone to visit Forest Hills, and Eddie had no idea why his uncle lived in a trailer. He’d hoped it was some kind of mistake, when the blonde lady had parked in front and led him to the front door, backpack in hand.

But it was his uncle who opened the door.

Uncle Wayne said it wasn’t safe for him to be outside at night.

“Ma and I look at the stars,” he told Uncle Wayne, clutching his grandmother’s blanket close to his chest. No one had told him where his ma had gone, but he knew she wouldn’t abandon the stars, even if he wasn’t with her.

He had his own bedroom living with Wayne, but he didn’t have nearly enough things to justify it. He still hadn’t slept in the bed, instead curling up on the couch with his backpack.

“Ed,” Wayne started, grunting as he knelt down to Eddie’s height. “I’m sorry kid, but it’s too cold. There’s wild animals out there, and a few neighbors who ain’t too friendly.”

 Eddie didn’t think his uncle looked much like his dad. Maybe he was like Eddie, and looked more like another grandmother Eddie had never met.

No one else called him ‘Ed,’ either. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

Eddie pouted, rubbing at the tears in his eyes because he wasn’t supposed to cry.

“I can be really quick,” he promised.

It was already late. The stars were bound to be out. Eddie could find the Cassiopeia stars for his mom and say goodnight.

“I’m sorry, kid.”

That was it.

Eddie wouldn’t get to say his goodnight.

The burning tears fell freely down his cheeks, and Eddie shoved his blanket at Wayne hard enough to tip him over onto his butt. He couldn’t hide anywhere in the living room, but his new room had a door.

So, for the first night ever, Eddie stormed into his own bedroom and slammed the door behind him.

Eddie didn’t say a word to his uncle for two days, hiding out in his room between meals.

His ma wouldn’t have stood for it. But his ma wasn’t there.

“Ed?” Wayne knocked on his door and when he got no answer, he opened it enough to peer inside. He did that at least once every couple hours, and Eddie pretended to be asleep.

This time, he looked his uncle straight in the eyes, legs tucked up against him and arms wrapped around his knees.

Wayne slipped into the room, the light from the living room spilling in behind him. He had a plastic-wrapped book from the library and a crinkly package in his hands.

“Got something for you,” he said and sat slowly beside Eddie on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.

Eddie was silent, but Wayne nontheless laid the book on the mattress. The cover had the night sky across it, and the title “Stars and Constellations for Beginners.” Next, Wayne placed a jumbo pack of stick-on glow-in-the-dark stars.

“How about we put the stars inside for now?” he asked.

Eddie sniffled, reaching for the plastic stars. He held them in both hands, looking them over. Big, little, and in between, all a near-opaque neon green. The label said there were three hundred individual stars.

“All of them?” he asked in a quiet voice.

Wayne nodded. “Every one.”

A stray tear fell off of Eddie’s face and landed on the plastic packaging. He smeared it with his thumb, and then wiped it away with the hem of his last clean shirt from home.

He handed the stars to his uncle to open, and slid the hefty constellations book onto his lap. Wayne tipped the stars out onto the mattress while Eddie scanned the table of contents with his finger.

The constellation he wanted was right near the front.

He flipped to the correct page and traced from star to star across the two-page spread a few times. Enough to make up for the night’s he’d missed.

Eddie held the book out to Wayne.

“Can you do that one?”

His uncle twisted his shoulders and tilted his head to see properly. Eddie didn’t think Wayne really knew what he was looking at, but he hadn’t yanked the book out of his hands and chucked it across the room like his dad would have. He didn’t leave Eddie to figure out how to reach the ceiling on his own, as if he would have ever bought the stars in the first place.

Wayne gently cupped the side of Eddie’s head and pressed a kiss to his temple, over the curls just like his ma’s.

“Sure thing, Ed.”

[cosmicanemoia]

Ms. Nobody

Melissa schemmenti x reader

SUMMARY

You show up at Abbott Elementary and stick your nose into everybody's business, and no one knows what you really do.

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You were walking down the hallway of Abbott Elementary looking for the principal's office, but you couldn't seem to find it. You were wearing a black and white, three piece pinstripe suit, looking like a stuck-up, but also, like a million bucks, you thought its suffocating.

A woman with a leather jacket paired with tight leather pants walks in your direction, as she gets closer from where you stand, you realise her hair is red, some of it tuck in a cat-eye-framed glasses.

You noticed she's fixated on her phone, so you block her way to make her notice you, she accidentally bumps into you, noticing you too late to stop on her tracks "Sorry, miss. Could you please point me in the direction of the principal's office?" She observed you with a stoic look on her face, you know she's trying to get a read on you "just follow me. I was going there anyway"

The walk to the Ava's office was filled with silence and when you got there, Ava checks you out and raises an eyebrow, she looks at the red haired woman "Damn! Schemmenti, thanks for bringing me a hot stripper. How'd you know I need to release some stress" miss Schemmenti made a dumbfounded face "wha--" she's trying to say something but you interrupted her "That's highly inappropriate" you said that left a silence in the room for a few seconds until you break it "That's highly inappropriate if I wasn't a stripper" both of the women's eyes widened by your revelation.

You started unbuttoning your blazer "but lucky for you I was" their jaw dropped at the sight "woah-- w-what the hell is going on?" Melissa earnestly asked looking around the room, confused by the act happening in the principal's office, you took your blazer off, throw it in a chair, and started unbuttoning your vest "I don't know-- but I'm liking every second of it" Ava replied, her eyes fixated on you. A smirk starts to form in your mouth, both women liking the scene more than they should, you took the vest off and throw it in with the blazer, you started to loosen your tie, you were holding back a laugh for quite some time but you couldn't hold it in anymore, so you burst out laughing, the two women bewildered "I'm just kidding!-- I'm not a stripper" you announce "what!?!" Ava and Melissa both shouted at the same time, their voice both frustrated and annoyed.

"Principal Coleman, I need to talk to you in private regarding classified topics" you took a seat in front of her. Ava gulped and clear her throat which Melissa mirrored "of course. Melissa, what do you need?" The principal asked the teacher "Uh- I forgot... I'll just come back later" Melissa walks out.

You've been there for a couple months now since that day. You've easily made friends with most of the teachers there. Janine always asks you questions but you rarely get to answer them because the topics sometimes change way too fast. Jacob jokes around you, talking nonstop, mostly dropping random facts about something not very well known but you already knew them so it fascinates him. Gregory asks you questions out of nowhere, he's quite and he listen but speaks his mind when he feel the need to do so, and you're just willing to listen. Barbara is always glad when you come to observe her class and is always kind to you. Ava unashamedly flirting with you everytime she can, you sometimes flirt back which makes her fluster and blush. Mr. Johnson telling you stories no one would bother to listen to or believe, but you always listen and you don't care if his stories are believable or not, they're still good stories nonetheless. Melissa scoffs at you when she sees you but it only lasted for a week, and she eventually warms up to you, but you know she still have some doubt and still don't fully trust you, you make her smile and you make her laugh everytime you can.

The teacher's are gathered in the teacher's lounge given that it's lunch time. They were chit chatting and catching up until the topic of their conversation became you.

"There's this mysterious woman who came from nowhere and people doesn't know what she really does here, where she came from, we only know she observes the school and do nothing else" Melissa stated making the other teachers question what are your true motives. They added and added so called facts and evidence of your actions trying to figure you out.

You made your way to the teacher's lounge with your hands in the pockets of your jacket, when you open the door and walk in, the room fell silent. You made your way to the vending machine "how is everybody?" You inquired but your met with silence still and you could feel the tension, you turn your back to check on them and when you do, all their eyes are shooting daggers at you. "What's going on?" You inquire once again, and once again your met with silence.

"You a cop?" Melissa ask you, breaking the silence. You slowly walk closer to her and you sigh "actually, I am." You pulled out a hand cuff out of your jacket, and everyone is stunned, "and Melissa Ann Schemmenti, you are under arrest for obstruction of justice, aiding and abetting, and harboring a criminal in your home" you started to handcuff her, she scoffs "That's ridiculous! I don't know what you're talking about" everyone is in complete shock. A smirk that has formed in your face since you handcuff her begins to become a grin, you tug softly at her shoulder and starts to walk, but halfway through the door you halted and speak again "but mostly for stealing my heart" you burst out laughing and it clicked to everyone what you just did, everyone is holding back their laughter, afraid of the redhead's wrath that you might have unleashed. Your laugh fades when you realise you're the only one laughing, it turned into an awkward chuckle "oookaayyyy. Tough crowd"

Melissa rolled her eyes "ha- ha- satisfied? Now get this off of me" she commanded. You started to search your pockets and nothing "Uh- I might have lost the key" you look at her with puppy eyes, "if this is another one of your jokes, I swear--" her sentence, unfinished, as you tug her and interrupt her "come, I have a copy hidden somewhere" you said as you lead her out the door. When you both are out of sight everyone sighed loudly releasing the breath they didn't know they were holding back.

While walking down the hallway Melissa ask you "so, you just carry around a handcuff with you?" "Who doesn't?" You answered like it's a totally normal thing to carry handcuffs around. She rolled her eyes again, tired of your antics, now clearly irritated, "what kind of idiot carries a handcuff and not have the keys?" You raise your two thumbs and started pointing it to yourself "this idiot, obviously. --Is it idiotic? Or is it part of my grand master plan to get you alone in a private room, with me?" You whispered the last part of your sentence in her ear in a seductive tone.

She's quite for a long time until she ask another question "where'd you put this key anyway? I feel like we've been walking in circles" you smiled and stop in front of her "we actually are" she stopped on her track and looks at you, furious, evident in her eyes.

You started to walk again and this time with the intention of getting the key. You knock at Ava's door and she tells you to come in. You walk in and Ava lifted her gaze from whatever she was doing on her laptop to you "Hey hottie" you shake your head unimpressed with her flirting "where's the key to your handcuffs?" Melissa burst in "This is Ava's handcuffs?!" She lifts and wave her hands "Yes. She gave it to me earlier to hold onto. And you presented an opportunity for it to be used-- so, here we are..." you answered her and she scoff "you won't see another light of day, when I get out of this freaking situation" you smiled at her, daring her to follow through her threat "Nobody carries a handcuff around unless they're actually a cop" you explain "or a stripper" ava added to the end of your sentence.

"Dear god give me patience or I might actually commit murder" Melissa closed her eyes and prayed, as Ava toss the keys to you, and you catch it. You walk over to Melissa to uncuff her as she glares and growls at you. When you finally freed her she massage her wrist and she fake pouncing on you which made Ava flinch, but you stand there unfazed.

Melissa walks out the room first. You drop the cuffs on Ava's table and walk out the office without saying a word.

You had an eventful evening, but today's school is over. You made your way outside the school through the parking lot.

Someone suddenly pulled you, then pushed you against the wall, it was Melissa who is out for blood, your blood. She has you pinned against the wall, you're not complaining, in fact, you actually like it, that position, but really, you just like her.

"Don't think I'll pity you because you're young and pretty. You don't know who you're messing with" she said and you cant help but blush "you think I'm pretty?-- I think you're pretty too, pretty and HOT!" You said emphasising the last word. You were looking eye to eye, faces inches away from each other, you let your eyes wander on her lips, and before both of you knew it, you were kissing her, but you suddenly pulled away when you realise she's not kissing back. She let go of you "first you handcuff me, call me hot, and now kisses me--- what the hell is wrong with you kid?" You look down at your feet ashamed of yourself but you look back gazing in her eyes "I'm not a kid.-- And there's nothing wrong with me.--- I'm just... just-- completely and utterly head over heels for you" you felt something hit the side of your face, you caress it with your hand, she had slapped you, you bit on your lower lip, your chest starting to tighten "don't mess with me like that" she said plainly "I'm no--" "Shut up" she said before you could explain yourself.

You just stood there in the cold as you watch her drive away. 'I really fucked this, shit!' You thought to yourself. You let out a loud sigh thinking how you screwed out really big.

The next day you went to school early, hoping you'd catch her and apologise for being such an asshole, but she didn't get in until before the class starts leaving no time for chit chats, especially with you.

Lunch came and you announce your presence when you walk in the teacher's lounge. You scan the room and you saw everyone is there. "I know you have question. I'm going to answer them truthfully and seriously" you said confidently and you sit on the couch.

Janine raises her hand and you raises your eyebrow at her signaling her to go for it "I actually forgot what to ask- I'm just eager to learn more about you" you nodded and you lean in the couch resting your elbows in your thighs "I know none of you know my name. That's OK. Ms. Nobody sounds good to me, but my name is y/l/n, y/n y/l/n.

"I have a question" Melissa speaks up "What is it you actually do here?" You think for a second "good question. *sighs* I help school that are about to be shut down by the government because the number of students doesn't meet the minimum quota for a public school to be open and for the lack of teachers teaching at the said school or schools that are barely making do"

"We're about to be shut down?" Janine asked to no one, and the teachers starts to converse among themselves, everyone of them shocked by the revelation.

A few minutes later "all teachers please proceed to the library after class we're having an unplanned meeting" Ava said to the intercom.

Someone is about to ask you question but the bell rang and they all dispersed, saddened by the news you told them. You rest your back on the sofa sighing with relief that you don't have to carry that secret anymore.

They went on to their classes pushing the news to the back of of their minds and went teaching like they always do.

The class are over and after the teachers tidy up and finish some things before they head to the library. There are a lot of them when you got there so you didn't bother to sit, you just stood and lean against the bookshelf trusting that if it can hold that many books, it can hold you as well.

Everyone is settled in the library. "I know y/n, has break the news to you. But we are not going to be shut down" Everyone simultaneously lets out a sigh of relief.

Melissa turns her head to look at you "you think everything is a joke, don't you? K--" "No. Of course not." You interrupted her before she finish.

"Everyone listen up. Let me rephrase my beautiful self. We are not going to be shut down because of y/n, and as long as she's here, we'll be okay" Ava collects her things and starts to walk away "Is that all? Are we finished?" Janine ask the principal "Janine, why'd you always gotta be so needy?" She scoffs and continues on her way.

You walk over to where Melissa and Barbara are sitting. "Hi Barbs" you greeted her with a pleasant smile and she replied "thanks for helping the school dear" you smile at her more before you turn your attention to Melissa "Hey, hot stuff. Can I talk to you?" "What'd you wanna talk about?" She ask and Barbara excuse herself so you sat next to her.

You are now alone together in the library. "I just wanted to say sorry for the handcuffs thing, and for stealing a kiss from you" she's just sat there quietly "also, I really mean what I said that night" "what? That I'm hot?" She ask still not looking at you, you look down on your knees and smile to yourself "yeah. That too" You grabbed her hand that is resting on her thighs and rest it on yours instead while you held it "I know you think I'm just messing with you. And I can see why you think that. But, I'm not. I'm being serious and I really mean it.-- please, look at me" you requested and she obliged "I'm in love with you" she just stares at you for a moment and then look away, her hand still held by yours.

You close your eyes and smile but you feel defeated. You let go of her hands and stand up. "I'm sorry" she said right before you walk away so you turn on your back to face her "what?" she's quite for a minute contemplating something "I'm sorry for slapping you" she said and you smiled to her "it's okay. I deserved it.-- and I kinda like it" you said and you wink at her "of course you do" she smiles more wide than usual, she's amused.

She stands up and walks up to you closing the space you made when you walk out, she reach on your fore arms and rub it gently, trying to warm you up. "You're getting cold" she said to you but you know you're hot on the inside caused by the woman's touch "And, no. You didn't deserve it" she said and she starts to let go of you but you pulled her into a hug "it's okay. I know you didn't mean it" you said as you hug her tighter.

You let yourself loosen the embrace but you feel hers tighten, not yet ready to let go, so you tighten your arms around her once more, waiting for her to be ready to let go.

You hugged for more than a couple of minutes until she finally let go, you smiled at each other, saying goodbye with your eyes knowing that you'll meet again soon.

After you've taken a few step away from her she shouted "come over for dinner at my house, let me apologise properly" you look at her with a grin "if you wanted to ask me out for a date, you could've just said so" "and there it is" she gesture with her hands showcasing you and you curtsied at her before you went on your merry way.

You knock and rang on Melissa's door and she opens them right away, inviting you in. Your eyes fixated on her, she looks so comfortable and it warms you, secretly hoping she would be comfortable with you too.

You watch her as you sit on the kitchen counter while she cooks making light conversations.

Her homecooked meal taste so good, you're saying "mmmhh" and nod your head at the same time every time you take a bite. She looks contented and proud of herself.

You were quite for a moment so she ask you "What are you thinking?" You look at her with a wide grin "you don't wanna know" you tease "just tell me" she commanded and you quickly abide "I'm just thinking that my grand master plan actually works. Even better than I'd imagine. Now, I'm eating delicious home cooked meal at your house with a beautiful view right in front of me"

She pulls you in for a kiss, a passionate kiss, which you return with the same desperation she had. You both pulled away at the same time, gasping for air, and catching your breath "I'm just taking back the kiss you stole from me" she said trying to defend her action, you smiled at her "How long have you been wanting to do that?" "Way too long, apparently" she replied and you both burst out laughing.

The night is going great and maybe it will get greater. You don't know where this night might lead you, but you don't care, as long as she's with you, every step of the way.

[steddietogo]

Made With Love

Steddie TikTok au: Part 4

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Bobin_Buck Posted 20 mins ago

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Caption:

Get ready with me: Date night edition

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Robin and Eddie are rooting through Robin's closet for a perfect date outfit for Robin. Steve has been banished to the bed due to conflicting opinions. He pouts and complains about it for a long time.

"You should totally do that, you'll get so much more views then," Robin says after Eddie suggests that Steve should make a suggestive thirst trap male chefs on the cursed clock app can't stop making.

"I'm not smacking a chicken thigh to get more views, thank you very much." Steve protests, lying upside down with his head hanging off the side of the bed.

"Oh don't act like your above it, Steven, we all know about your several slutty exploits-" Steve launches a cushion into her face, making her scream bloody murder.

"You could make one wearing just your apron," Eddie suggests and wiggles his eyebrows at Steve, making him snort out loud.

"Ew. that would be so embarrassing," Robin fake gags.

"Well, unlike you Buckley, I can appreciate a good looking man-" In the background. Steve rolls over to hide his face in the pillows as Robin and Eddie continue to bicker.

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Eddie is holding the phone, filming himself. "Passing the phone to someone who acts like dog with the zoomies after a single cup of coffee,"

Cut to Robin, who says, "Passing the phone to the someone who routinely gets bullied by kids several years younger than him,"

"Passing the phone to someone with chronic foot-in-mouth disease and was too scared to talk to their crush that they hid in men's bathroom for a full ten minutes." Steve says, sending a withering glare to someone off camera.

"Passing the phone to the person who got chased by a damn poodle into the- HEY!" The phone gets yanked out of Robin's hands halfway through her sentence.

"Passing the phone to Tinker Bell who is dying because he isn't getting enough attention." Steve says, then shoves the camera towards Eddie who is dramatically pouting on the couch then immediately perks up when he's given the phone.

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There's a montage of Robin showing off different outfits. Eddie and Steve are sitting on the couch with table tennis racquets on their hands with 'YES:) and 'NO:(' scribbled on each side to rate each of her outfits.

A green sweater vest with a white shirt underneath gets an immediate no and Robin walks back into her room like a sad tom cat. A blue crushed velvet shirt under suspenders gets a maybe. The winning combo is the one with a black suit vest underneath an oversized pinstriped suit jacket and high waisted pleated pants.

Eddie leaps from the couch, exclaiming, "I know what this outfit needs- chains!" then bounds off to his room to pick some out.

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Bonus clip:

Robin and Steve are piping cream puffs and Eddie walks past them, takes one look at it and says "Me, when I- when-". The video loops back to the beginning just as the three of them dissolve into cackles.

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Comments:

user 80085: Slutty exploits??? We need details

Corrodedfan: Did Eddie publicly announce getting creamp— *g^nshot*

Dustin H: Goodluck with your date Robin!!

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[stevieschrodinger]

“Rob, come on!”

“Don’t you ‘come on!’ me!”

Steve immediately snorts a laugh.

Rob gets all flustered, “I didn’t- I mean- oh fuck you very much Harrington.”

“Don’t worry Rob,” Steve chokes out around his laughter, “I’ll try not to come- try not to get it- oh my god,” Steve dissolves into breathless laughter.

Rob slaps the manila file into Steve’s hands, “I don’t have time for your bullshit,” and she marches off down the corridor, kitten heals clacking on the linoleum.

Steve jogs to catch up, “what would Vicki say?” Steve asks, mock scandalized.

She cuts her eyes at him, scowling from behind her too long bangs, “don’t even joke.”

Steve opens the file while Robin pulls out her key card and straightens her jacket. What she wears is far more stylish than what she did when they were teenagers, but she’s never quite grown out of being a little gangly. Where Steve filled out even further, what with the morning runs and evening swims, weekends spent at the local gym and basketball court, Robin has always remained very slim. She looks good today though, she’s definitely grown up, but thank god she never grew out of being Robin – for some reason today she’s paired an emerald green jacket with navy pinstripe pants and shiny, cherry red shoes and somehow, it kind of, sort of, works.

It’s probably the colorful scarf pulling it together, or something.

“The files a little light,” Steve comments as she activates the security lock and holds the door open for him to pass through.

“Yeap. First fourteen years are...pretty vague. I’ve tracked the parents; the mother’s been dead a few years,” Steve makes a face, “and the dad is a guest of the state,” Steve can feel his face crumple even further. “Yeah. He’d been in and out for a while, assault, aggravated assault, theft, possession, possession with intent, honestly it’s a laundry list, the one that stuck was manslaughter.”

“Oh man, not the mom,” Robin makes a face in answer, “fucking hell.”

Robin holds up her badge for security to see, and they get buzzed through. Steve’s nose tickles with all the Omega scents.

“Luckily he wasn’t around at the end, I don’t know if he even knows about his parents. They kicked him out when he presented,” Steve tuts, “yeah, I know, but it was actually the best thing they ever did for him. He was picked up by his uncle, dad’s brother. The guy had regular, full time employment, suddenly the kid’s got medical records, there’s regular prescriptions for blockers and birth control, his school attendance goes from fifty five percent to ninety seven.”

“So the uncle is a good guy?”

Robin sighs, nods, “hopefully he pulls through.”

Steve continues to scan the file as Robin stops them at the final doorway, leaning against the closed door, “says here he’s non verbal?”

“Most of the time, it’s behavioral, he can speak, does, occasionally. We picked him up from the hospital; he’d gone in with his uncle, cardiac arrest that led to some complications, he's had a couple of surgeries already, but he might be in for a while. He's waiting for a pacemaker now, I think.”

“Shitty.”

“Yeah. Steve, listen a second. This kid...it could be anything. He was clearly malnourished growing up, this could be a trauma response. He might suffer with PTSD, might get separation anxiety-”

“Yeah, Rob, I get it.”

“I just,” she deflates a little, hopeless, “this isn’t the place for him. The other Omega, they mean well, they try and include him, and you know what they’re like, curious about new people, but that just drives him away. He doesn’t come out of his room much. Stopped coming into the dining hall for meals; I tried to wait it out, thought if he got hungry enough he’d cave,” she spreads her hands, “nada. I had to cave; he just eats in his room. And he’s terrible with food. Basically unless it’s been shaped into a nugget or came out of a can, he doesn’t get it. Like he’s never even seen real food before...this just...it’s not the place for him here Steve. All the others, it’s like...like a camp out for them, you know? Not him though, he needs some stability. He needs a home.”

“I get it Rob, it’s not my first rodeo.”

“I know, I know, that’s why I called you first, obviously...it’s just. I know it’s a lot. And I know it’s hard on you, after.”

Steve thinks of Dustin, who still calls him the first Sunday of every month without fail; how he’s expecting his first pup with his mate Suzie. Thinks of Max, how fierce she is, how close they got even in the short time they were together. Her mom made it through rehab though, and got custody back. She still drops by sometimes, and Steve loves to see her. The last time she brought her new boyfriend, Lucas, with her, looking for approval from the only father figure she’s ever really had. The Byers boys who came into his care when their mother had some sort of psychotic episode. How the Beta Jonathan had been so stand offish, where Will, too young to have presented yet, had sort Steve out to cuddle into every night. It was bittersweet, the day Joyce got custody back; Steve was glad it worked out for them, but he was still devastated to see them go.

He’s helped out with a lot of kids over the last six years; he can do this.

“It is...but it’s worth it.”

“Steve,” Robin touches his arm, briefly, “this one will be worse. Fostering kids is one thing, being a temporary pack Alpha for them...Eddie is two months off being eighteen years old, legally able to take a mate, potentially sexually active-”

“Rob, I’ll cross that bridge if we come to it. And if he needs me,” Steve shrugs, “it is what it is.”

“Steve,” she tries again, voice gentle, “I just need you to be sure.”

Steve’s only had one other Omega in his care who was old enough to need Steve in a sexual manner, as well as all the other needs that the people in his temporary pack often have; when she left it was...bad. Neither of them ever say Nancy’s name out loud, haven’t for a couple of years. But Steve knows now, what it is he’s getting into.

He knows this has the potential to be painful, he’s broken enough bonds now. Pack scent bonds; it’s unavoidable. It’s the support of an Alpha, it’s exactly what Steve is there to provide. What happens after will not be Eddie’s problem; it’ll be Steve’s.

And he won’t make the mistake he made with Nancy. This time he’ll remember that Eddie’s going to leave, won’t let himself fall into the illusion that it’s real. He knows now, that it hurts.

Just like it has every other time, when his new pack leaves.

“It’ll be fine Rob. I’ll be fine.”

She bites her lip, not looking sure at all, but she nods and leans more against the door, pushing it open with her shoulder as Steve follows her though. There’s laughter along the hall, two young Omega playing chase rush past them, “take it outside please!” Robin yells after them.

Steve tags along, knows all the doorways are bedrooms; young Omega on this wing, all in need of a safe haven. Steve can hear the bustle and chatter of the dining room, the clatter and scrape of cutlery loud as they pass the doorway. At the very end of the hall, the last door stands propped open by a plastic chair, there’s a red plastic tray with a plate sitting on it. There’s evidence of crumbs and sauce from what had been eaten, but the peas haven’t been touched. The window is open too, letting in a fresh breeze. The Omega is curled up, wedged in the corner of the room on his single bed, a book held open in his hand as he stares at them in the doorway.

“You know you won’t die if you eat a green thing, right?” Robin asks him.

He tilts his head, his curly hair shifting, and purses his lips, kind of frowning with one eyebrow quirked up, to Steve is sort of says, ‘why take the risk?’. Steve has to school his features so he doesn’t laugh.

“Okay Eddie, this is Steve, and he’s been kind enough to offer to put a roof over your head for the next little while, how does that sound?”

Eddie shrugs.

“Good enough for me,” Robin replies like Eddie’s spoken, “okay, pack your things.”

It’s not a scowl, not really, but the way Eddie side eyes the radio means...well, Steve’s not even sure what it means, “you can change it, if you like.”

Eddie huffs and shrugs, crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in the car seat, looking out of the window. The next song comes on; Steve pretty sure it’s Taylor Swift, and Eddie suddenly lunges for the radio. He presses the seek button until he hits something that, to Steve, sounds like two angry guitars hate fucking in a bear infested mine, but he lets it go since Eddie doesn’t turn it up any louder.

Steve carries Eddie’s unfortunately light bag of belongings into the house, “we can go shopping, maybe tomorrow or the day after. I don’t know if you know how this works or not, but you have a state budget, or rather, I do, for you. So don’t worry, if you need anything, just ask.”

He leaves Eddie’s bag at the foot of the stairs, Eddie cautiously following him as Steve points out the blindingly obvious, “lounge, kitchen, through there is the garage, that’s out to the yard.” Eddie eyes are huge in his head, darting around like he doesn’t know what to do with them. “Utility through there, bring me your basket when you need, I’ll show you how to use the machines. That’s my office, I work from home two days a week, but I have to go into the office for three,” there’s a distinct spike of anxiety in the air, “but that isn’t for a couple of weeks, or until your Alpha is better, so don’t worry yet. One of the perks; you get me PTO.”

Eddie frowns at him, “Paid Time Off.”

Eddie frowns again like Steve’s presented him with an alien. Never mind.

“Okay, upstairs, this is my room,” Steve opens the door, watches as Eddie scans the room with poorly disguised interest. The bed is neatly made, the thick comforter and pillows all fluffed up. The carpet a deep gray and the rest of the room dark rich wood with some splashes of forest green, “now, I’ll show you your room, but it’s entirely up to you where you sleep. I under stand that your uncle was your familial Alpha and you lived in close quarters so...where you sleep is up to you. If you need that.”

Eddie’s gone so red Steve worries his head might explode; Steve, somehow, manages not to laugh at him. He shows Eddie to the next door down, “this is your room, I will never come in here unless you explicitly invite me or I think there’s a genuine cause for concern, okay? There’s a lock on the door, but I do have a master. So if you don’t want me barging in, you need to let me know you’re okay when I ask, okay?”

Eddie nods.

“Good, I need to be clear about that from the start,” Steve puts Eddie’s bag down in the threshold, “there’s extra nesting materials in the top of the wardrobe, the bathroom is through there, help yourself to all the toiletries, they’re for you. Feel free to chill out for a bit, get cleaned up, I’ll do food for about six ish.”

And Steve leaves him to it.

Steve’s chicken parm is, even if he says so himself, pretty damn good. His sauce is ninety percent blended vegetables; carrots, tomatoes, bell peppers; a trick he learned when trying to hide more vegetables in the kids food. He’s got a similar recipe for mac and cheese that no one has ever complained about, even though the sauce is at least fifty percent carrot.

Also, he figures the breaded chicken is just, like, a giant chicken nugget, right?

So that has to look sort of familiar. And you can get spaghetti out of a can so, surely, this isn't so different.

If Eddie doesn’t like cheese...well, that’s just unnatural. Steve’ll just have to take him back to Robin.

Steve’s got everything on plates and is about to call for Eddie, but the kid appears in the doorway, exactly six oclock. He’s got his arms wrapped around himself, uncertainty coloring the air, but he’s here, that’s the important thing.

They eat together in the breakfast nook, Eddie picks at his food rather than just eating. Steve tries to match his pace, suspicious that as soon as Steve stops eating, Eddie will stop too. He’s right.

Steve makes a mental note to do a grocery shop and go heavy on the snacks. Steve can see the evidence of Eddie growing up malnourished. He’s too pale, his eyes far too large in his face, his joints protrude and his clothes hang off his frame.

There’s no conversation, but Steve doesn’t push it. It’s not time yet.

They watch TV for a while before bed, Eddie curled up tight at the opposite end of the couch, as far from Steve as he can get. Steve adopts a relaxed posture, lets himself sink down. Pulls a blankets off the back of the couch to go across his knees and leaves another in the middle, an obvious hint to Eddie if he wants it. He doesn’t touch it.

Eddie slips away after an hour, heads upstairs. Steve watches the kid go but doesn’t say anything. It’s a pretty solid start; he’s had much, much worse. Eddie doesn’t appear to be any kind of flight risk, which is a huge plus in Steve’s book.

He messages Rob with an update before pulling out his laptop and responding to some emails. He might legitimately have a couple of weeks off work, but that doesn’t mean he wants to return to a landslide of unanswered messages when he does go back.

He heads to bed a little after. Showers and goes through his night time routine; it’s only nine but it’s been a bit of a day, and Steve intends to read for a while. It’s thirty minutes before he hears Eddie’s door open and close. The creak of the stairs. Steve sneaks to his own door, opens it a little and stands there, ears straining.

Listens as the front door rattles but doesn’t open. The key is right there, Eddie’s not trying to escape; he’s checking the house is secure. Steve hears the fridge door a few moments later, then the TV, turned down low.

Steve goes back to bed, happy that Eddie is already making himself at home. He’s asleep thirty minutes after that. And he sleeps well, until something disturbs him, the bed covers shifting. Eddie freezes when he realizes he’s woken Steve. Steve’s still half asleep, and it’s easy to just not make a big deal of it, he yawns, lifting the covers. Eddie slips in, rolling over and wriggling back, allowing himself to be the little spoon. Steve throws a leg, an arm, and the covers over Eddie’s slim frame, and easily goes back to sleep.

When Steve wakes up, Eddie’s gone again.

Steve finds Eddie on the couch. It’s a scene he’s used to, the TV displaying the little, ‘are you still watching?’ box. He’s had a lot of kids who can’t sleep without company, or background noise, or something, and finding them on the couch is pretty normal.

What’s not normal is the position Eddie is sleeping in, his head hanging off the edge, one arm flopped awkwardly above his head and the other bent underneath him, one leg hooked over the back of the couch. He’s snoring. It’s...kind of loud.

And also kind of adorable. Steve pushes those feelings down reminds himself; he cannot get attached to this one.

He knows how much it hurts.

[teatitty]

Since Yugi was a goth kid in the 90's his goth style would've primarily been Traditional Goth - which means a focus on big black hair, exaggerated pale skin and dark makeup, ripped fishnets, leathers, skulls and bats, big boots, chokers, spikes etc since goth fashion was an offshoot of the punk scene and was thus heavily influenced by that style and genre

A pretty good example of traditional goth would be this

If we want to take his [shudders] suit fashion in DSOD into account and mess with the idea that he ends up working at Kaiba corp [I don't personally subscribe to this but I see it a lot in fics] then he would probably become a Corporate Goth which is a pretty easy style to get into: predominantly black dress shirts, pencil skirts, pinstriped patterns, black jackets, black shoes/boots, a much tamer makeup look but still with black liner, and a lot of Corp Goths will use elements of other Goth styles to add extra flair, like ankh earrings, skull and bone jewellery [usually rings], maybe even other patterned black-on-black clothes, like brocade or lace if you're a Romantic Goth etc

But those are just some thoughts based on my own experiences there's a ton of different goth styles out there and people mix and match them as they see fit so there's no, like, rigid rules to follow or anything I just think trad goth would suit him best given the era the series takes place in

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 79 - indoors fashion in 1925

Mary tries to look like a grandma for most of the season. Fashion queen times are only for evening gowns now, I guess, so expect a lot of half-hearted commentary on her dowdy blouses.

Starting with this. It never comes up close to the camera; Mary is only in this scene for a moment and then she never wears this cream blouse with the weird fan collar again, and I’m not going to miss it. It does not have much going on for it.

Quite a bit better; the crocheting is very charming, although it looks better on the contrasting skirt than it does on Yet More Off-White. The neckline is better than most of Mary’s daywear this season, and I guess the crocheted bit is a separate piece, so I hold onto the hope that she could just also wear it over a red under layer or something.

A nice print? On Mary? Inconceivable! It’s cream on black, it’s leafy brambles framing triangles of flowers, it’s got a wide V neckline – not bad at all considering my pessimistic premise. Granted, I will grow tired of Mary’s pearl strands very soon.

At least the jacket here looks a bit funky with the mottled print on black even though it’s a pretty shapeless thing, but girl, this blouse isn’t much of anything. It’s the kind of off-white that cannot commit to beige and just ends up looking unwashed, and it’s a rectangle with some horizontal and some vertical pin tucks, and it can’t even be bothered to have a collar or make the tie closure a little showy. Meh.

Yay, a boring shirt in black. You know, if you have such a neat black-and-white ribbon to trim with, you really should put it to better use, Mary. Where are your boat necklines, your asymmetrical collars? Your layered skirts, your drapey jackets in jewel colors, your sharp trims? Whatever. Wear a completely boring neckline with a little provisional bow and a completely shapeless shirt; it’s fine.

I honestly don’t know why this gets so little attention even though it’s one of the optically more interesting outfits Mary has this season. First, I thought it might be a repeat and that’s why they keep it in the background, but no; her last deep red house suit was of a way shinier material. This is new, and the color contrast between the almost plum shade and the cream shirt is nice to look at, plus the belt adds an element of interest. I would have liked this in better light.

This is the face Mary puts on when she says, “it’ll be fun.” I’m not exaggerating; that’s literally what she’s saying in that moment. Also, this blouse is only a mild step up from the last. At least it has a collar and the sleeves are short, but the overall impression is still that of a white, crinkly rectangle. Hm, it has some applications around the neck. Also in white. And a white strand of pearls to top it off.

Oof, finally! Gimme that! I would like the collar better if it didn’t have this extra layer but instead would have just been open under that tie. But the cream and marine is a very nice pairing, and Mary actually brings in a little print! There’s only so much design you can do with perpendicular rectangles if you’re into symmetry, but they add a few cute buttons and the whole look is just very business chic.

Since we are at business chic, while the previous plays a little at femininity, or as much as 1920s styles have of that, this outfit is just all tomboy “I’m doing a man’s job and I’m doing it well” Mary. Why can’t we get more of her menswear looks? Pinstripes and a deep red tie? Plus a decent collar? Yes, please! Next thing you know, she’s gonna put on a waistcoat and I’ll rediscover the occasional blip of positive feelings towards Mary. Great look, more of this.

Nah, just kidding; we get more of this dowdy shit instead. Because Mary wants to look like someone’s grandma. She’s not only been stricken by the curse of beige, she also opts for this weird pale puke puce pink that’s apparently all the rage currently. Hm. A skirt, a cardigan and a blouse, none of which do anything remarkable. Next!

A tad better; it’s still the beige curse, but at least the yoke is putting in an effort to be interesting with this little lattice work that gets a tiny reprise in the sleeve trims. The silk satin also lets the color appear a bit more becoming, so, not her worst look.

Mary’s behavior in this outfit is consistently shitty, so that may be clouding my judgement when this is honestly quite nice. It’s got some art deco influences, it’s adding these little gold wheels to the beige and black, it’s doing this thing with the rectangles and stripes of varying size again that add up to something that looks honestly a little like a plan view of a building like archaeologists do them when they only have the bases of the walls left. It commits to the geometric bit; I can respect that. Mary has the shoulders for it anyway.

She just has to keep all the good outfits for when she’s behaving her absolute worst. We have actually seen this suit before – as a walking suit in season 5. But this is the first time we see it without the coat, so I thought I’d take it in to celebrate the glorious pairing of Tartan tweed with a brown silk back. The blouse, while a high-necked one, does this interesting crisscross closure at the neck, and it all ends up looking quite smart. Now if only Mary would also act smart…

Hear me out: I think this look can be salvaged. Perhaps not the blouse because what is that even trying to do? Mid-Victorian governess without committing to the shape because it’s still 1925? Ew. But with a less frumpy blouse, I could like the cardigan. Yes, I know, it looks like grandpa’s baggiest sweater, but look, someone clearly put thought into how these shades of gold and purple and blue go together, and the knitting pattern is actually quite gorgeous. Maybe go with half-long sleeves instead, put a bit of a turnover collar on it, and it might look nice.

Funnily, while Mary decides to accept a proposal looking like a granny, she leaves the fugly collars at home when on a stroll with the family. This blouse has a keyhole neckline instead and keeps the lace understated so the cream upper layer can shine. It looks almost exactly like Cora’s cardigan of the same material, except it’s got short sleeves and is also a little shorter in the waist. And it may not have frontal closures. But other than that, the same squiggly lines all over, the same double helix trim. Mary tops hers off with a little collar, which is nice. Will she ever even out the back of her hairdo?

[shinyshortsfetishworld]

For as long as I can remember, I've had a special interest for shiny fabrics. Of course back in the day I had no idea what a fetish was. I only knew it felt amazing wearing and touching the stuff, and this feeling has never stopped.

As a kid of the 80's and a teen of the 90's, I was lucky I got to wear some shiny shorts IRL. I have fond memories of the first shorts I got when I was around ten. A white pair with multicolored pinstripes, a navy blue pair and a light blue pair. Unfortunately all three have gone missing over the years (yes pictures exist and no, I will not be sharing them).

Over time I've managed to collect a modest amount of shiny shorts and jackets, which has been the inspiration for my previous posts here. Now I've been taking some more pics of all (well... most of) my shiny stuff. I would also like to share these with you, my fellow shiny lovers. Enjoy!

[imsparky2002]

The Phantoms of Paris

The following was made with assistance from Chat GPT

So what if everyone in the Akuma Class (+ Luka, Kagami and Marc) were lifelong friends and theatre kids (and eventually romantic partners for some) who all loved dressing up as the Phantom of the Opera from a early age? They were inspired by Miss Bustier, who herself was a Phantom fanatic, and always dressed up as one, right up until becoming their ghostly teacher. One day, the group of cosplayers met Master Fu, who turned them into actual Phantoms. Now they fight crime and be spooky.

Marinette:

Personality: Marinette is the fearless and resourceful leader of the group. She's quick-witted, creative, and compassionate.

Ensemble: Her cape is a deep midnight blue, and her mask is adorned with intricate lace patterns. She wears a sleek black suit with silver pinstripes, black gloves, and a top hat adorned with a silver ribbon.

Adrien:

Personality: Adrien is charming, suave, and skilled in acrobatics. He brings a touch of elegance to their operations.

Ensemble: His cape is a rich burgundy, and his mask is sleek and cat-shaped. Adrien's suit is black with crimson accents, and he sports a stylish black fedora.

Alya:

Personality: Alya is the group's tech genius and a natural-born leader. She's determined, fearless, and has a knack for uncovering secrets.

Ensemble: Alya's cape is a vibrant violet, and her mask features a web-like pattern. She wears a futuristic black jumpsuit with a utility belt, black gloves, and a sleek helmet with built-in communication devices.

Nino:

Personality: Nino is laid-back and easygoing, but he can be fiercely protective of his friends when it matters most.

Ensemble: His cape is a cool teal color, and his mask has a relaxed, musical note design. Nino's suit is casual, with a black leather jacket over a white shirt, black jeans, gloves, and a black beanie.

Chloe:

Personality: Chloe is confident, sassy, and unafraid to speak her mind. Her fashion sense is impeccable, even as a Phantom.

Ensemble: Chloe's cape is a regal gold, and her mask is adorned with subtle but intricate filigree. She wears an elegant white pantsuit with black accents, white gloves, and a wide-brimmed black hat.

Alix:

Personality: Alix is the group's daredevil and thrill-seeker. She's energetic, adventurous, and loves to take risks.

Ensemble: Her cape is a fiery red-orange, and her mask has a sporty, futuristic design. Alix sports a sleek red bodysuit, matching gloves, and a sporty baseball cap.

Kim:

Personality: Kim is the brawns of the group, always eager to lead the charge. He's loyal, brave, and protective.

Ensemble: Kim's cape is a forest green, and his mask features a muscular pattern. He wears a rugged green utility suit, black gloves, and a military-style beret.

Max:

Personality: Max is the group's intellectual, with a love for technology and strategy. He's logical, analytical, and always has a plan.

Ensemble: His cape is a deep navy blue, and his mask is adorned with circuitry designs. Max wears a high-tech navy blue suit, black gloves, and a futuristic visor instead of a hat.

Juleka:

Personality: Juleka is quiet and mysterious, but her creativity shines through her art. She brings an air of elegance to their operations.

Ensemble: Her cape is a royal purple, and her mask has delicate lace patterns. Juleka wears an elegant purple gown-inspired suit, black gloves, and a black velvet hat adorned with a single white rose.

Rose:

Personality: Rose is kind-hearted, gentle, and deeply romantic. Her positivity is infectious, even as a Phantom.

Ensemble: Rose's cape is a soft pink, and her mask is adorned with tiny heart-shaped patterns. She wears a flowing pink dress-inspired suit, white gloves, and a flower crown as her hat.

Mylene:

Personality: Mylene is sweet and shy, but her courage shines when she's with her friends. She adds a touch of innocence to the group.

Ensemble: Her cape is a pastel blue, and her mask has subtle cloud-like patterns. Mylene wears a light blue dress-inspired suit, white gloves, and a simple straw hat with a blue ribbon.

Ivan:

Personality: Ivan is calm and stoic, but he's a rock when his friends need him most. He adds a sense of stability to the group.

Ensemble: His cape is a deep gray, and his mask has sturdy, stone-like textures. Ivan wears a gray suit with black accents, black gloves, and a simple flat cap.

Sabrina:

Personality: Sabrina is loyal and diligent, always ready to help her friends. She's a bit timid but fiercely protective.

Ensemble: Her cape is a soft lavender, and her mask has intricate lace patterns. Sabrina wears a lavender dress-inspired suit, white gloves, and a matching lavender bonnet.

Nathaniel:

Personality: Nathaniel is artistic and sensitive, with a deep love for storytelling. He brings creativity to the group.

Ensemble: His cape is a muted olive green, and his mask features swirling artistic patterns. Nathaniel wears an olive green suit with brown accents, brown gloves, and a beret adorned with a paintbrush.

Luka:

Personality: Luka is enigmatic, calm, and has a deep connection to nature. He possesses a sense of tranquility

Ensemble: Luka's cape is a deep forest green, symbolizing his connection to the woods. It is adorned with intricate leaf patterns and vine-like embroidery, representing the lushness of the forest. His mask portrays the serene face of a forest guardian, with gentle eyes and a tranquil expression. Luka's hat is a wide-brimmed fedora, giving him an air of mystery and wisdom. His suit takes on a natural, earthy tone, and his gloves shimmer with the texture of bark, symbolizing his bond with nature.

Kagami:

Personality: Kagami is disciplined, determined, and skilled in martial arts and fencing. She's a fierce protector and a master of strategy.

Ensemble: Kagami's cape is fiery red, symbolizing her fierce determination and strength. The hood is decorated with dragon-scale patterns, reflecting her tenacity in battle. Her mask takes on the sharp features of a warrior, with angular lines and a determined expression. Kagami's hat is a crimson fedora with the markings of a fencing mask, symbolizing her mastery of the sword and her readiness to face any challenge. Her suit is sleek and martial arts-inspired, allowing for agility and precision. Her gloves are adorned with sharp blade-like patterns, emphasizing her fierce combat skills.

Marc:

Personality: Marc is anxious, sensitive, and compassionate. He brings a sense of empathy and creativity to the group.

Ensemble: Marc's cloak is a deep indigo, reminiscent of a starry night sky. His mask reflects the whimsy of an writer's imagination, with intricate patterns of ink splatters and quills. Marc's hat has a feather in it, accentuating his creative flair. His suit resembles an canvas, complete with pencil scribbles embodying his passion for storytelling and art. His gloves are adorned with ink splatters, a nod to his talent as a writer.

Miss Bustier

Personality: Miss Bustier, or Phantom Mama as she is known among the Phantoms, possesses a gentle and nurturing personality that has guided and supported the team throughout their long journey. She is a warm and empathetic figure, always ready with a kind word or a comforting presence in times of need.

Ensemble: She wears a long, flowing cape that seems to blend seamlessly with the fog she controls, creating an otherworldly appearance. Her mask, unlike the Phantoms', is more delicate, with intricate lacework and a subtle design that conceals her identity while highlighting her enigmatic nature. A stylish yet mysterious hat rests atop her head, adorned with feathers that evoke the air of a sorceress. Her gloves and suit are both timeless and graceful, maintaining an enigmatic aura befitting her role as Phantom Mama.

Powers

Marinette: As the leader, Marinette possesses heightened agility and an uncanny ability to blend into shadows, allowing her to navigate the city unnoticed.

Adrien: Adrien's cat-like reflexes grant him incredible balance and agility. He can move swiftly through even the most treacherous terrain.

Alya: Alya has a supernatural sense of hearing, enabling her to pick up on the faintest sounds and whispers in the city.

Nino: Nino can manipulate sound waves, creating sonic distractions or silencing any noise within a certain radius.

Chloe: Chloe's charisma and persuasive skills make her a master at blending into crowds and gathering information.

Alix: Alix has enhanced speed and can move as swiftly as a phantom wind, making her an expert at reconnaissance.

Kim: Kim possesses superhuman strength, allowing him to handle even the toughest foes with ease.

Max: Max's brilliant mind grants him the ability to create high-tech gadgets and illusions to aid the Phantoms.

Juleka: Juleka can create eerie illusions that disorient and confuse opponents, making her a formidable strategist.

Rose: Rose can manipulate the emotions of others, calming them in times of crisis or sowing fear in the hearts of adversaries.

Mylene: Mylene's empathy allows her to communicate with animals, gathering vital information from the city's wildlife.

Ivan: Ivan's calm demeanor and strength of character make him an unmovable force, both in combat and as a source of inspiration.

Sabrina: Sabrina has the power of telekinesis, which she uses to manipulate objects and aid the Phantoms in stealthy operations.

Nathaniel: Nathaniel possesses the ability to bring his artistic creations to life, granting the Phantoms unique allies in their missions.

Luka: Luka's affinity with nature allows him to control plant life and communicate with the city's flora.

Kagami: Kagami's fencing skills are unparalleled, and she can use her sword to create protective barriers.

Marc: Marc has the power to manipulate shadows and darkness, making him a master of stealth and subterfuge.

Miss Bustier: Miss Bustier possesses a deep knowledge of dramatics and the ability to control fog, creating illusions and adding an air of mystique to their operations.

Their Laugh

Marinette: Her laugh is a mischievous giggle, resembling a playful dance of moonlight.

Adrien: Adrien's laugh is a charismatic chuckle that carries the confidence of a cat.

Alya: Her laugh is a hearty, energetic burst of amusement that echoes through the night.

Nino: Nino's laugh is a cool and collected chuckle that contrasts his lively personality.

Chloe: Her laugh is a melodramatic, theatrical cackle that suits her dramatic flair.

Alix: Alix's laugh is an adventurous, thrill-seeking guffaw that reflects her daredevil spirit.

Kim: Kim's laugh is a hearty, booming burst of joy, echoing his athletic enthusiasm.

Max: Max's laugh is a cerebral, analytical chuckle that mirrors his scientific mind.

Juleka: Her laugh is a soft, haunting, and mysterious titter that complements her quiet demeanor.

Rose: Rose's laugh is an enchanting, dreamy giggle that reflects her romantic nature.

Mylene: Her laugh is a warm, compassionate chuckle, a reflection of her kind heart.

Ivan: Ivan's laugh is a strong, hearty burst of amusement, befitting his gentle strength.

Sabrina: Her laugh is a refined, cultured chuckle that mirrors her poise and elegance.

Nathaniel: Nathaniel's laugh is an artistic, whimsical giggle, a testament to his creative spirit.

Luka: His laugh is a serene, calming chuckle that embodies his connection to nature.

Kagami: Kagami's laugh is a precise, sharp burst of amusement, reflecting her disciplined nature.

Marc: Marc's laugh is an artistic, imaginative titter that mirrors his creative soul.

Miss Bustier: Miss Bustier's laugh carries the soft, melodic notes of a haunting lullaby, resonating with a timeless elegance that soothes and comforts those around her.

Ok so what do you think, and do you want to see the other Science Kids as phantoms? Let me know your thoughts in the reblogs, reposts, comments and replies. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

[ghcstcd]

Dew would have 2 main ways that he’d dress. (Aside from any bedroom kink stuff that could be whatever)

A- Casual Dew : tighter than tight black skinny jeans are part of his daily uniform . There could be a rip in the knee depending on how old they are or how much he’s been crawling around on his knees (cough cough). He wears wears well fitted band T shirts- mostly metal bands but there could be some 80’s or 90’s goth or 80’s hair bands in there too (depends on his mood) to show off his slim body. If the weather is cold, he might layer up with a nice dark flannel or utility shirt. (No bright colors bc he’s a dark rock kid at heart). Once in a while on the really frigid days, he could wear an oversized wool sweater with a turtleneck. Darker colors- of course. He might wear a black metal bullet belt once in a while or a studded leather belt. He will wear black vans. Although he likes his grungey stuff, he also has a penchant for more expensive accessories and will wear black combat type boots from Frye. His leather motorcycle jacket is also expensive (it’s a Schott Perfecto) . He will wear expensive Rayban sunglasses or mirrored aviators. Sometimes, if he’s in a slutty mood he might wear some tortiseshell cat eyed sunglasses and rosey, shiney lip gloss. Dew regularly wears black winged eyeliner.

B- Formal or biz casual Dew: He LOVES a skin tight suit- dark colors- possibly black on black pinstripes, etc to accentuate his lithe form. He will wear a high quality, black sheer button down (unbuttoned of course) or sometimes go shirtless with the jacket to show off his chest jewelry. He likes a pop of color do he’ll wear a dark blue or dark red colored neckerchief that has a slightly metallic sheen. (Think “Mr. Ghost” Tobias AMA style) With this ensemble- he’ll wear short black pointed snakeskin boots with a slight heel. He also likes to accessorize with the before mentioned sunglasses, and lots of chunky silver rings from The Great Frog.

This boy KNOWS he looks good and is not afraid to flaunt it. 🔥

There are so many points that you've given that I'm making notes of. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. I'm also already in love with the Jewelry from The Great Frog. I'm looking at their collections right now and I love them.

[direwombat]

💭

I know I said it as kind of a joke but also. I was very serious about it. Anyway. Here’s some au-where-Syb-starts-bustin-kneecaps-to-make-money Syb meeting Micah before the events of canon! anyway ouughg i hope i did micah justice <3 <3 <3

Sybille ain’t ever been to Atlanta before, and she ain’t sure she cares for it. 

She understands why her bosses have decided to do business with one of the gangs here. They have a surplus of guns, the New Orlean Mafia is looking to buy, and this gang’s gun-runner went to school with one of the bosses kids, so there’s the hope of a mutually beneficial relationship to be built here. 

What she doesn’t understand is why they brought her of all people along as security. They know she prefers to do her work in the French Quarter, shaking down business owners for the money they forgot they owed. But she supposes she’s proved herself reliable enough for Louie to take her on a little field trip.

She’s far too overdressed for the night club where the deal is going down. Black tie tucked into her neatly tailored pinstripe vest. Her slacks match and the press of her button up is so crisp and sharp that it could cut a man. The only reason she was allowed to forgo the blazer was because it interfered with her movement. She sticks out like a sore thumb, but she’s here on Family business, and she finds comfort in the decorum. Bordellos and dive bars are her comfort zone. Modern clubs, not so much. 

 She watches the door to the private room where Louie and the Atlanta gang leader have since retired to conduct business. She just wishes she could hear what was going on in the private room. She doesn’t know these Atlantans -- doesn’t trust them -- and the fact that she isn’t in there being Louie’s shadow unnerves her. Keeping Louie safe is her responsibility and she can’t do her fuckin’ job if he can’t see what he’s doing. But even if she had her ear pressed against the door, she wouldn't be able to hear shit. 

The music thrums so loudly it makes her bones vibrate and pulses in time with the strobing multicolor lights. Louie had told her to relax, wet her whistle, on him -- and her pussy if she felt so inclined -- just make sure she’s sharp and sober tomorrow when the trade happens.

But she’s a guard dog, first and foremost. Always alert and on watch. 

So she sits at the bar instead, watching that door in the reflection of the mirror while she smokes and nurses a bourbon on the rocks.

A young woman around her age comes up to the bar beside her and orders two drinks. While she waits, she props her elbow up on the counter and faces Sybille. “Where’s the party?” she asks. 

Without looking away from the mirror, Sybille takes a drag from her cigarette, tapping ashes into a nearby tray. “Look somewhere else, cherie,” she says, exhaling the smoke. “Ain’t interested.”

“Well that’s sure as shit presumptuous,” the woman scoffs. “I thought you people from New Orleans were supposed to be friendly. What happened to southern hospitality?”

That gets Sybille’s attention. Her brows arch downwards and her jaw clenches. She turns in her stool slightly to look at the woman who knows a little too much for her liking. Especially considering she doesn’t know shit about her. 

Her eyes land on the woman standing next to her and two things rise to the forefront of her mind. This woman is dangerous. Knowledgeable, is the first. This woman is beautiful, is the second. 

Infuriating how those two things tend to go hand in hand. 

Dark hair falls in thick curtains framing her face; a proud, strong jawline with a pointed chin tilted up in confidence. Her features are soft, delicate. Round eyes, full lips, and a petite nose that slopes gracefully down her face -- but it’s all undercut by a certain sharpness. Not one of her features, no but what’s hiding underneath. A sharpness made clear by the way she carries herself, the worn leather of her jacket, and the holes torn into the tight jeans she wears.  

This woman has edges. Lots of them. And all of them sharpened into razors. A rose with thorns too large to prune. A piece of obsidian glass, beautifully reflective, and capable of rending flesh from bone like it’s butter. 

The kind of woman that, were Sybille not working, she might have invited into her bed to show a little southern comfort to. But as things stand, this woman has just declared herself a threat. 

“I ain’t the one doin’ the hostin’. Less of a need to be hospitable,” Sybille drawls. Casually as she can, she slips her hand into her vest pocket, her fingers brushing against her brass knuckles. “You on the other hand seem to know who I am, yet you ain’t introduced yourself. Ain’t much room for you to talk about southern hospitality.” She downs her bourbon, the ice cubes clinking against the glass and she flags down the bartender for another. “So, who the hell’re you?”

“Calm down,” the woman says. “So long as no funny shit happens in that room you’re watching, you can consider us coworkers. I work with Benny. I’m the one gettin’ you your goods. Name’s Micah.”

What Sybille doesn’t know is that nearly a decade later, when shit in New Orleans hits the fan and she has to disappear, she’ll meet Micah again deep in the heart of Montana’s mountains.

[nothingofvaluewaslost]

STORY: The Screw

A short science fiction story. A near future where you can get an implant that allows you to switch on happiness, completely detached from your actual situation.

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The Screw, by Christina Nordlander

After cleaning the cleared-out flat I turned off the remote control.

I went one last round to see whether there was anything left for me to bring. The flat was white and deserted and felt like something new, as if I were moving in rather than out. I looked around the bedroom and the kitchenette and waited for some kind of emotional reaction.

There was nothing left to pack. I'd saved the files from Vision Publishing, and the memory stick with the books I hadn't had time to read was lying on the night-table in the new house. I opened the bag to check that the music player was still there. The remote, knurled steel, poked out of its own pocket. I gave in to the impulse of pulling it up to check if the light was on, and put it back.

“Yes, you definitely have the kind of talent we need for our script room, Lotte,” the HR manager had said in Vision's office high above the street. “I'm sure you understand that there's a lot of competition for places, here in the creative sector. Otherwise we'd have been happy to hire you a long time ago.”

The landing was quiet around me as I walked to the lift.

The train to Silveryd took more than an hour. How could it bore me, now that I was on my way to my new house? I was wearing the suit I'd worn at the call centre, synthetic and pinstriped. The trousers got slippery with sweat as soon as I’d got inside the warmth of the compartment. One bra strap was too loose, and after a while I got an ache in my shoulder from angling it to stop it sliding off.

I turned on my phone and read the latest episode of Arioso, but it had been so long since I'd read it that I had a hard time following the story without going back to previous chapters. After a few minutes I set the visor to transparent and looked down on forested slopes and the glimmer of streams below the railway bridge. The new passengers getting on might have seen my suit and taken me for some young corporate high roller.

In my memory, the new house had had a tendency to get as large as the villas I used to see in Djursholm when I was a kid, white-painted palaces with gardens sloping towards the sky-blue lake and gates as powerful as those of prisons. Naturally that wasn't true, but it was a detached house in a garden big enough that you could walk all the way around, with a low evergreen hedge facing the neighbours' identical houses and identical gardens.

I hadn't been there long when my phone rang. I turned on the visor and saw Evandros, in his loose suit-jacket that always looked dusty, in the blinding sunlight of the garden. I went out on the short porch.

“You want to come in?” I said. “Afraid I've got nothing to offer, except tea.”

Evandros remained where he was.

“Nah, I just wanted to see that everything went according to plan.”

He poked in the smooth lawn with the toe of his shoe. On the other side of the houses was a deserted playground in lacquered steel, then the empty plane of fields stretching to the empty plane of sky.

“You could plant some trees here,” he said. “An apple tree, perhaps, or a pear tree. Depends on which you like most, I guess. You could make jam.”

I stepped down on the lawn. When I was close to him, his clothes smelled of outdoors, the countryside.

“Yeah, that's probably what they said at Vision: 'We're gonna have to hire Thomasson as a scriptwriter, so she gets to make pear jam.”

Evandros laughed.

“You'll just have to put the screw on if you hate it that much. Then you'll have jam when you turn it back off.”

I shook my head. Now I was aware of the surgery scar, even though everything must have healed up many years ago: the skin and the bone, the brain hemispheres that they had separated gently around the hypothalamus. For a while after the operation – ten years ago, I'd been eighteen – I'd used to lean my head slowly to check whether it felt any heavier from the weight of metal inside.

“I don't need to have the screw on, any more. I've gotten out of the call centre, now I don't need it to be happy.”

Evandros slapped my shoulder-blade.

“You're living the dream, Lotte! What, you mean you'll never turn it on? Not even if you have to sit at the office eight hours straight writing some bloody romance novel about some teen girl who has to choose between the bad boy and the boy next door... I don't know what it's like being a writer.”

“I can't know that.” I sat down on the step. The key card in my pocket jabbed into my thigh. I went on:

“But if it's just a bit of boredom I guess I can take it. I mean, we made it through school without having the screw.”

“Sometimes I wonder how.”

He switched on the visor and squinted when it reflected the sunlight in his eyes.

“Okay, I think I'd better get going. Unless you need my help unpacking your stuff.”

“I'll be fine, but it's appreciated.”

He turned on the garden path and shouted:

“But give me a ring if you're going to plant anything!”

He leapt across the low fence and out on the road where the asphalt sparkled with road-crystals from last winter. There had been a time when I'd wondered whether I was starting to fall in love with him, but it had sunk away. Now I had a house that was big enough for two people: if that had been how I felt, I could have asked him to stay.

The thing that turned my pulse up when he was around wasn't arousal: it was how much more alive than I he seemed. Energetic? Maybe complete. He liked his teaching job. There were probably classes that made him switch on the remote in his pocket, but on average he must have spent many fewer hours screwed on.

“Before you decide whether you want the implant, we need to give you a bit of information,” the doctor had said. “You've seen people use their remote controls, most likely, and your teachers have probably told you about the implant, but there are a few misconceptions about how it affects the brain. I want to get to grips with those as quickly as possible.”

I was eighteen, still not used to signing documents without having to ask a parent to cosign.

“The implant is about the size of a pea. It is placed here, on the hypothalamus. The remote controls it via a radio transmitter.” She put a remote up on the desk with a heavy thud. “The remote is imprinted on you. No-one else can turn your implant on or off.”

She let me try. When nothing happened she pressed the button herself, and the light blinked red and went out. She looked up at me under her thick iron-grey fringe.

“When the implant is on, it generates a weak electric current that stimulates the hypothalamus,” she said, poking the illustrations. “That causes it to in turn activate the pituitary gland, down here, and release a steady stream of endorphins that induce feelings of happiness. The implant has two settings, one normal and one slightly stronger. The higher setting switches off automatically after two hours and cannot be switched on again until twelve hours have passed. Now we get to the misconceptions I mentioned. Neither of the settings is strong enough to affect the carrier's perceptions or judgement... you can have the implant activated while driving a car, or carrying out any other activities.”

“So it's not intoxication,” I said. “You just feel happy?”

The doctor gave a sharp nod.

“Neither can you hack it to a higher setting. It cannot be used as a stimulant. It doesn't cause any sexual stimulation... that's another misconception we hear from some young people. Not all, naturally.”

She paused.

“The operation is completely safe. There is no difference to when you had your phone implanted. If you change your mind at any point we can take it out again.” She rested her elbows on the yellow-varnished desk. “But we will only operate if you are a hundred percent sure that you want it.”

Up until the last few months, I hadn't thought about it enough to want anything. The screw was one of the things that came with hitting eighteen, like graduation and being able to drive. Perhaps it was more of a symbol than anything useful.

My classmate Zuleima had said that she was never going to get it put in. “No foreign objects are going into my body,” she'd said. She seemed to think it was no different to being on heroin. Perhaps she hadn't had enough information.

Zuleima and I had lost contact after we left secondary school, but a few months later the writer Nora Blomberg, famous for her criticism of the screw, had been arrested for possession of Yellow Light. It had been easy to joke about: the hypocrisy of writing articles about the screw being unnatural stimulation while you were so leant on Yellow Light that you wouldn't sleep for a month. It might not have been a very edifying feeling.

Personally, I thought Zuleima had a point, but mum had been cleaning at her factory since before I was born, and the first decade she hadn't had a screw. The woman who'd been her supervisor had had permanent blotches on her hands where the bleach had burnt her, like in The Help.

I got to put my chin in a cold hollow in the counter in the operation room, and they injected topical anaesthetic and shaved lines in my scalp. I was already too anaesthetised to feel the shaver, but a black down of hair fell on the metal in front of me.

As a writer I worked hybrid. When the writers had to meet for discussion, my editor, Eva Gårding, sent a summons the evening before. I had set up an office in a room next to my bedroom: white, not much bigger than a closet, but with a large window out on the gardens. If I needed to discuss anything with Eva or the other writers, we’d run it by the phone.

They'd set me to work on an episode of a serial novel called Whispers. It was the kind of plot I liked, a thriller about a man who discovers inexplicable messages on his phone that are trying to control him, but it was someone else's story. I hadn't made any of these characters; I didn't know whether I was allowed to develop them. Eva had sent me a list of the core elements of the season. They'd already planned it out. If I wrote out some character or moved the action to a different setting, someone else would have to undo those changes.

During the conferences I mostly sat silent. If I spoke, it was to agree. I felt like the youngest person there, a slim intern, and yet there were probably several who were younger than I and didn't have a problem putting themselves forward.

I had wanted to go walking between the suburban houses and the hedges to get more of an idea about the area, but by the time the working day finished it was too dark to see much. In the evenings I used to sit in the living-room between the unopened crates and consume as much fiction as I could, serial novels and films on the visor, to get fuel for the inspiration and learn how the plots were constructed. Someone who walked past outside might see the golden light in the window and be jealous.

Before I got the job at Ventor, I sent my profile to all companies that needed office personnel. Ventor was a casino company, and when they replied to my application I remembered a dream where I was working in a dusky arcade. When I woke up, the happiness from the dream was still there.

They hadn't told me that I was going to work in a call centre. My job was to sit with an old-fashioned microphone clipped to the side of my face and call people to ask whether they were interested in Ventor's subscriptions, and thank them so that they could hear that I was smiling. I made between twenty and forty calls a day, and at twelve o'clock I switched from “good morning, I'm calling from Ventor” to “good afternoon, I'm calling from Ventor”. Four hours a day I could have the screw switched off.

The woman at the counter next to mine was named Amalia and had done an engineering degree. One Friday afternoon when we were low on calls she flipped the microphone away from her mouth to put on black lip-colour.

“I'm dancing tonight,” she said by way of explanation, flipping the microphone back.

“Hm, hope you'll have a good time,” I said. “Me, I'm not really the clubbing kind of person.”

“Oh, not that kind of dancing,” Amalia said. “This is to make money. I wouldn't be able to make the rent otherwise.”

My gaze sank to the carpet. The centre was always clean and cool from the fans.

“You like it?” was the only thing I could think of saying.

When I looked up, Amalia smiled, just a quick muscle tension. The lip-colour had hardened and made her mouth into a glossy jewel. She took out a case of gold-coloured eyelid decorations and closed one eye at a time while putting them on.

“I mean, I need to be screwed on while I'm doing it,” she said. “But it's an okay profit for a night.”

It was Saturday two weeks after I'd moved to Silveryd that I noticed what I was missing.

I had done all the things I'd been looking forward to while I was sitting in the study: gone for a walk down to the clean desert of the motorway and the redbrick mall, watched The New Man on the visor, cooked a steak of Happy Cow with pepper sauce for lunch. I could watch something or call Evandros or Layal. I had almost forty hours to go until I had to clock in at Vision's homepage. It felt like I was just trying to waste them.

I had a bottle of vodka in the fridge. I pulled it out, but if I started drinking now it would just be for the intoxication. Hadn't I stopped using the screw because I didn't want to drug myself every day?

It was the screw, wasn't it?

I went out on the steps. The air here smelled different to the city; you could smell the mud and the moisture in the blades of grass.

It wasn't an addiction. I couldn't even remember where I'd put the remote. I was going to go back inside and spend the rest of the day with other things without feeling any impulse to take it out. The only thing that had happened was that all tastes and smells had become a little blander, and the sunshine a little bleaker.

Perhaps I deserved this. If I hadn't been using the screw so often during these years, I wouldn't have ruined my reactions. Those thoughts might have been part of the sickness in my mind, but they didn't disappear because I realised that.

As soon as I'd moved out to the suburb I was going to turn off the screw. That was what I'd been looking forward to, the last few days at Ventor. The villa owners behind the gates with security guards could be screwed off 24/7.

I pulled on my shoes and went out. The wind was chilly through my sweater and the sun glittered low over the fields.

I missed the call centre.

THE END

[sabertoothwalrus]

my thought process that went into these designs:

Phoenix - took a lot of inspiration from his scrapped concept art with the facial hair and sweater vest. Took away the gold chain but gave him gold buttons on his sleeves as a compromise. I think he’d wear pointed toed shoes. Decided I’d give everyone patterns, and settled on houndstooth for Phoenix.

Edgeworth - Mostly unchanged from his latest design. I like the scrapped design of his hair with the side part, but added fringe his bangs can still be an ‘M’ lol. his vest is blue to represent how Phoenix has been an influence on him 🤭

Klavier - he was tricky! I wanted him to feel more mature, less rockstar, but not boring. Took away the Gavinners logo. Made him more buttoned up but the shirt is SHEER. Bell bottoms felt so right on him. I think there’d be a running gag in-game where he never puts the jacket on, and Apollo and Athena always joke to each other about it. I’m imagining a sprite animation where he’s like 🥺 and has it draped over his head. His nail polish is colorpicked from someone else’s tie 👀

Apollo - Kept him mostly the same. His face is a little more angled. Added a third piece of fringe that hangs down (influence from Phoenix) and made his hair slightlyyyy longer. Gave him subtle pinstripes and changed his shirt cuff. He has gold hoop earrings now to parallel the bracelet. That + the gold wallet chain gave him a bit of influence from Klavier.

Athena - Took inspiration from 80s/90s womens businesswear. BIG shoulderpads and a bolo tie Widget. She’s sporty and active so I thought shorts would fit her better than trousers. Since she’s no longer wearing tights, I moved the black in her color palette to her shirt. Gave her headphones.

Trucy - wanted to REALLY freshen up her design but still stay true to the Gramarye costume. I took inspiration from ringleaders and gave her epaulettes, but kept the jacket sleeveless because it felt more true to her. Cropped her hair! She has Thalassa’s other bangle now. Minidress is simpler now, but has pinstripes. Put her brooches back into the design on her boots.

Gumshoe - he’s a papa :3 his kids are named Callum and Beau. His animations with a baby carrier would be so funny. Blue badger fanny pack and socks cause I wanted to give him disney dad vibes, and I could see the bag used as evidence in a trial. Little doggy bag keychain because he’s retired from detective work and is now running a dog walking service. He was on vacation and had to get called in as a witness.

Maya - she’s hasn’t left her duties, but she’s on vacation! She’s fully embraced the tourist aesthetic. Steel Samurai keychain on her bag. She’s the OG sillygirl and I needed to preserve her whimsy, her 30s be damned. She would wear bootcut jeans and I know this in my soul.

Pearl - I….. certainly made some choices here HFHSJDJSJD She’s fully embraced gyaru fashion. Maybe every subsequent game she’s switched to another niche fashion trend..? Since I made such a bold departure I kept her in modified Kurain clothing. She got arrested :/ Her hair and makeup would get so fucked up and one of her nails would be missing. Apollo defends her.

I spent so much time making these and had a lot of fun!! :D

wanted to try a lineup of possible aa7 designs after another timeskip! I didn't get to it, but I want the new judge to be the old one's granddaughter.

[slaasherslut]

Lester Sinclair + frogs hcs

Okay thanks to @coppasulfate I am now OBSESSED with the idea of Lester loving frogs. hes a frog boy at heart and nothing can change my mind.

Since he was left alone a good chunk of his childhood he had to make his own fun, and one way he did that was going to the nearby creek and catching frogs.

Baby Les spent so much time just crouched at the side of the creek wearing his bright green froggy rain boots trying to spot some frogs in the water.

He refuses to leave his hunt empty handed. He will catch a frog, and he will take it home, no matter how long it takes.

Has a new frog every day but he always calls them "James".

Known to shove frogs in his jacket pockets and carry them around.

Bo is terrified of frogs, he flips out whenever Lester brings them in the house.

Speaking of Bo, one time as a kid Lester put a bunch of frogs in a deep kitchen pot for safe keeping. Bo opened the lid and a shit ton of frogs just jumped out at him. He was traumatized and he definitely cried.

Definitely slept with a frog plush as kid. He doesn't anymore now that he has you to cuddle but its kept on the shelf high up in the closet so Jonesy cant reach it. He sees it every day when he gets dressed.

Has accidentally let frogs loose in the house on multiple occasions.

One time he thought he wrangled them all up and as the two of you were settling down in bed for the night, a soft ribbit echoed throughout the house. You both groaned knowing he missed one.

Will send you blurry photos of frogs hes seen throughout his day or a selfie with said frog, usually captioned "I made a friend today!" or "*insert random frog name* says hello!"

"aint he so cute, sweetpea!? What should we name him? I think he looks like a 'Kirk'. Whatchu think, hon?"

You have definitely told him so many times to stop bringing frogs in the house.

"Lester, what's that in your pocket?"

"...it's nothin'..."

Meanwhile he's literally trying to avoid your gaze and is standing in front of the fridge in the kitchen like

also I will not be judged for using not one but two photos of Greg from OTGW its one of my favs. plus Greg kinda reminds me of baby Les, just a bit brighter lol

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[valtsv]

can you give a visual description of your steampunk lesbian ocs? i want to draw them if that's ok

;_; omg okay so Violet is a human engineer with thick curly brown hair that's always falling out of updos because she's always running around doing something or elbow deep in some gadgetry or blowing herself up. she's got green eyes and tanned skin and freckles and she's not skinny she's buff from a lifetime of working with heavy machinery and got a healthy layer of padding on those muscles. she does wear a corset though. she wears typical steampunk fashion (puffy shirt pinstripe pants, ruffled skirt that's longer at the back than the front, goggles perched on the forehead, leather gloves, etc.) in mostly green, white and brown with gold accents. sometimes she wears a big hat but not always. she walks with a cane (that doubles as a sword) and has knee and back braces (the corset actually also functions as back support) because some of those workshop explosions fucked up her joints a lot and also she was a sickly kid. she always wears big boots that you can hear before you see them. her default expression is a sort of lazy smirking look.

Evelyn is an extremely complex clockwork automaton "angel"; it can take on a form more weird and monstrous and creaturelike but for the sake of easier description and drawing i'll stick to its humanoid appearance, which is a slim, fairly androgynous figure with pale "skin" (it's actually sheets of plated metal but dw it just looks like skin) and some exposed clockwork parts (mostly on the arms and legs and near or around the joints). it has lines of interlocking golden bronze where the plates of its skin join together running all across its body, and its hair is similarly a sort of metallic golden blonde color (usually worn in a single shoulder length braid). it has dark gold wings and smaller wings protruding from its head area that can cover its face but usually just kinda hang out. it has brown eyes flecked with gold and golden speckles on its skin to imitate freckles here and there. it usually wears more form fitting and practical clothing on account of needing to fly and transform sometimes - a pair of pants and some sturdy but fast and quiet knee high boots, a cable knit turtleneck jumper, and a red knee length jacket with a high collar (like a pirate jacket kinda look). it basically dresses like an aviator but with a steampunk flavor to it. it's default expression is a wary, tired smile. unless it's blowing something up, then it's a manic grin.

^ this is the kind of vibe i mean when i say it has wings on its head