#that’s probably how he’s able to rollerblade

[crusheswhimsandfancies]

SuperSkate 2001 celebrity hockey game

[lost-in-fandoms]

Winter warmers day 11: virginity. I went slightly off course, but technically not off-topic. 1.7k words, mostly sfw until the end.

5 times Max and Daniel take each other "virginity" + one time they actually do.

Neither of them really remembers how it had started, they just know it's an inside joke they can't, and don't want to, get rid of anymore.

Every time one of them is doing something new, they say they're losing their virginity. It's not funny, not really, but inside jokes don't really have to be.

It usually goes something like this.

1. "What do you mean you've never had tiramisu in Italy, Max?" Daniel asks, looking at Max as if he had just told him he had decided to stop driving and go sell stamps instead. "I am pretty sure they could revoke your right to race here, mate."

Max rolls his eyes, even if he can't really hold back a smile at Daniel's theatrics.

"I don't drive for Ferrari, Daniel, I don't have to do all the Italian things."

"No, but this is probably illegal or something. You can't keep living this life of crime, Maxy, I won't let you!"

Max rolls his eyes again, but doesn't argue when Daniel, still shaking his head in disbelief, grabs his phone to look up the nearest restaurant.

That evening, tucked away on a table for two in the back corner of a little restaurant, Daniel looks expectantly at Max while he takes his first bite of tiramisu.

"Well?" he asks, before Max has even finished swallowing, "happy to let go of you tiramisu virginity?"

"It is good," Max nods, smiling his squinty eyed smile and offering Daniel the second bite from his own fork. Daniel takes it without even thinking about it, closing his eyes to savor it better.

"Good virginity tiramisu," he agrees, making Max snort.

The finish the slice together, sharing the same fork.

2. "You've never gone rollerblading?"

Daniel remains on the floor, spread out over the yoga mat where Michael had left him after killing him during a training session, but he cracks open an eye, to see Max looming over him, sweaty t-shirt sticking to his skin.

"What?" he asks, lazily gesturing for his water bottle until Max hands it to him.

"You said, when Michael made that joke, before, that you have never gone rollerblading," Max explains, watching Daniel trying to figure out the logistics of drinking his water without having to sit up and without dumping it all over himself. "Is it true?"

"Yeah, mate." Daniel gives up on the effort, pushing up on one hand to be able to drink. "I have gone ice skating, though, so I guess it's the same."

Max frowns, crossing his arms just to immediately uncross them again grimacing when they stick together with sweat.

"It's not the same," he declares, walking towards the bench to grab his phone. "We are going to find a place and go rollerblading tomorrow. We are taking your rollerblading virginity."

Daniel flops back on the mat, giving Max a lazy thumbs up.

(Unsurprisingly, it turns out they are both really bad at rollerblading, even if Max claims he's been many times before. The fact that they spend half the time trying to make the other fall probably doesn't help.)

3. It's probably not very polite to sit in a strip club, low lights and beautiful women dancing on stage, and be unable to stop giggling, but in Max's defense, it had been Daniel's fault.

It had been a long weekend, a bad race, and Max had been very ready to leave everyone behind and go play fifa in the solitude of his hotel room when Daniel had stopped him, a determined look in his eyes and a smile on his lips that had immediately told Max he wanted to cause trouble.

"I'm going to take your strip club virginity, Maxy," Daniel had said. "Go change!"

And Max had gone.

It had been a bit weird at first, neither of them drunk enough to not find it slightly awkward, a simmering tension straining between them.

And then Daniel had pointed to a girl and had leaned over, whispering straight into Max's ear, causing a shiver to travel down his back.

"Doesn't she look a bit like Seb?" he had asked.

Max had been so surprised he hadn't been able to hide his surprised bark of laughter, which had caused Daniel to start laughing, which had made Max laugh harder.

Half an hour and one drink later, they were both sitting there, giggling every time they met each other's eye.

They had left the club two hours later, much drunker than when they had gone in, but Max didn't have any memories of the girls dancing. He remembered Daniel's smile though, bright under the flashing lights.

4. "What's this?"

Daniel blinks down at the bouquet of flowers Max is thrusting towards him, cheeks slightly red.

"I'm taking your flowers virginity," Max says, pushing them closer to Daniel's chest.

"Mate, I've had flowers before." Daniel still takes them, because Max is insistent and because they're pretty, but he raises a confused eyebrow at Max, frowning.

"You said," Max pauses, frowning too. His cheeks are redder now, Daniel notices distractedly.

"I said?" he encourages, not stopping himself from bowing his head, inhaling deeply. When he looks up again, Max is smiling slightly, eyes soft.

"You had PR flowers, yes? And for wins? You said nobody ever gave you flowers just because. In that interview."

Daniel blinks.

He had said that, yes, but it's news to him that Max watches the interviews they don't do together, especially ones that aren't f1 related.

"Uh," he says, very eloquently, looking down at the flowers again. His heart is beating a weird, stuttering rhythm he is set on ignoring.

"If you do not like them..." Max starts, and Daniel snaps his head up again, seeing how Max's expression has changed, doubt and regret seeping onto his face as he reaches for the flowers again, as if to take them back.

Daniel takes a step back, snatching them away.

"Nu-uh, they are my virginity just because flowers! You're not having them back!" he tells him, closing both hands around the stems.

Max looks stunned for a second, but then smiles again, eyes crinkling, and Daniel's heart does a weird swoopy thing he should probably bring up with his doctor.

Maybe he's allergic to these flowers.

5. "Max, open up," Daniel calls, knocking on Max's motorhome door, "I need to take your clothes virginity."

It's only after it's out of his mouth that he realises how the sentence could be interpreted, and he has to hope nobody of the people milling around are paying attention to him. By the looks some of them give him, he's not that lucky.

He's raising his hand to knock again when the door opens, and Daniel pushes inside without really waiting for Max to invite him in, wanting to get away from his own embarrassment.

"Hello Daniel," Max says, unfazed, stepping aside so they're not squished next to the door. "I am of course already wearing clothes."

"Can see that you are, mate!" Daniel replies, stepping further into the room and dropping his bag on the small couch. "But I brought you better ones!"

Max steps closer, looking over his shoulder as Daniel extracts a hoodie, a t-shirt and a pair of sweats from his bag.

"Enchanté virginity, baby!" he says, gesturing towards the clothes with a flourish.

He knows, both because he knows Max and because Max told him, that Max won't wear them outside, but he had brought it up enough times for Daniel to understand that Max wanted them anyway. So he had picked out the most comfortable items of the collection, in the most muted Max-colors, and packed them away to offer them in private.

Max reaches for the hoodie first, picking it up and gently running his hand over the design on the front, before looking up and smiling at Daniel, stars in his eyes.

"This is very pretty, thank you Daniel."

And then, as if Daniel wasn't already melting a little, he pulls off his own sweater, tugging the new hoodie on in its place, emerging from the head hole with his hair all ruffled.

"Good virginity?" Daniel asks, voice coming out softer than he intended.

Max looks at him with happy eyes, nodding with enthusiasm.

"Very good. I love it, Daniel."

Daniel smiles, nodding too, not really sure on what to say.

"I'm glad you do," he settles on in the end, even if the words feel like they are the wrong shape in his mouth, different ones swirling in his brain.

+1 Daniel finds Max in the exact same position he had left him in when he comes back from the bathroom, condom disposed and wet towel in his hand.

He's laying on his back, come drying on his stomach, lovely pink flush still spread from his cheeks to his chest, eyes half closed and a blissed out expression.

He smiles at Daniel when he leans over him, cleaning him up gently, but doesn't make any move until Daniel is done, when he grabs his wrist and tugs, making him lose his balance.

Daniel falls back on the bed with a groan, letting Max move him around so that they're pressed together, sweaty skin against sweaty skin.

"On which side does this go?" Max asks, voice slightly hoarse, nosing along Daniel's neck, hands firmly wrapped around his waist.

"Hm?" Daniel tilts his head to the side when Max nips at his skin, too distracted to try and figure out what Max means.

"Which side. Of the list."

"List?"

Max pulls back just to roll his eyes at Daniel, as if he's the one being stupid and not Max being cryptic, before going back to his previous task.

"The virginity list, Daniel," he finally explains, words pressed right below Daniel's ear. "Guy virginity. Was this you taking mine or me taking yours?"

It makes Daniel laugh, the Max-ness of it. Wanting to keep count, even right after sex, even while looking like he might want to go for round two, if the way he's been pushing closer and closer to Daniel is any indication.

"We can count this as a tie, babe," he says, squeezing Max's hip.

Max hums, then nods, seemingly satisfied.

"Okay," he agrees. He pushes up on one elbow, smiling down at Daniel. "I guess I will take your rimming virginity then."

And if Max is so set on getting one more point on the virginity list (which Daniel didn't even know they had), Daniel is very glad to let him have this one.

[wpdarlingpan]

hello! for the requests, how dark are you comfortable with writing? i wanted to request something barbie movie x reader with maybe kidnapping, noncon/dubcon, breeding, baby-trapping, idk something like that!

Their Love

Hey! Thank you so much for the request. I’ll probably only do kidnapping and a little sleeping kiss cause I’m not the most experienced on writing the other two so I hope you still like it!

Warnings: kidnapping and slight noncon (kiss while your sleeping)

Barbieworld (mainly Barbie and Ken) x Reader

You were from the real world and compared to Barbie world, it was terrible. It wasn’t pink buildings and clean beaches. For you, your reality was anything but. You lived on the streets of Los Angeles. Jumping from bench to bench if you were lucky or the occasional alley way. Your parents had kicked you out the day you turned 18. They had never wanted a child but didn’t want to deal with the legalities of abandonment so treating you as a maid until the day you turned 18 was their next best option.

Today you decided to go visit Venice Beach. It was full of people which meant blending in. At least it was supposed to.

Barbie and Ken had made their way into the real world to figure out her flat feet issue while Ken came to support his supposed “girlfriend”. They had rollerblades in neon rollerblades and flashy outfits, which in your opinion fit them well.

They were going the other direction of you so they didn’t notice how you stared after their retreating figures. A look of admiration sparkled in your usually dull eyes. It was nice, to see more people standing out from the typical style.

But as they were out of eyesight, they were out of mind. Just a brief passing thought as you figured you would never see the random strangers again.

Just to your unimaginable luck, you did.

Ken had made his way back to Barbieland to fill the Kens in on his understanding of patriarchy and horses. When he saw you. You hadn’t seen him yet, just gazing at the waves as they splashed against the shore. People running around with blinding smiles on their faces, surrounded by the people they love. A part of you wished for it but you didn’t even know how it felt.

Ken couldn’t look away, all the feelings of men being in charge went straight out the window as feelings of obsession began to blind his thoughts. He had begun to make his way over to you, his blonde ‘girlfriend’ briefly passed in his mind but he realized how he never truly loved her. He only thought he did because that was all he knew.

You didn’t notice as the blonde man sat down on the bench with you. Your legs pulled to your chest as if to protect yourself.

“Hi.”

You jumped slightly at the unexpected voice coming from your left. You looked on slightly stunned at the sight of one of the people from earlier.

“Hello.” You spoke shyly, you hadn’t had human interaction in awhile. After all the feelings of self doubt flooded your mind from your parents.

Ken couldn’t even speak right as he gazed at you with a look of love to the naked eye. But deep down the root of obsession was growing deep. Wrapping around his heart like a vine.

Once he knocked himself out of it, he was finally able to talk to you. Introducing himself, which you didn’t even find his name odd, after all you were never bought dolls as a child. It made him love you ever more. After all he could be himself. Not a Ken. Just Ken. He felt kenough. (Sorry I had to ;))

You talked for nearly a hour. You had grown comfortable in his presence which was usually hard to accomplish after being mistreated for so long. But a part of you just knew something felt right, and that feeling didn’t happen often.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you off the bench unexpectedly before rushing you guys towards the shops. You just let your new ‘friend’ drag you along because your naively trusted him. You also didn’t have much waiting for you back at the beach. He stopped at a stand that was selling traded in clothes, shoes, bikes, etc…

“What size rollerblade are you?” He question as he found a couple of rollerblades. They weren’t neon nor pink but they would make do until he could get you some in Barbieland.

“Uh rollerblade?”

“Yes. What size?”

“I don’t know I’ve never rollerbladed.”

Ken had a look of astonishment on his face before looking down are your shoe covered feet and took a estimation before grabbing a dark purple pair and running off. The shop manager yelling curses as you two left out of sight.

“What was that?!” You yelled nervously. You couldn’t afford to be arrested. Ken looked calm as ever as he led you to a bench and traded out your shoes for the blades. Once he finished he put his on and helped you stand up.

“What are we even doing Ken?”

“We are going back to Barbieland.” You looked at him in disbelief as if he would suddenly break out laughing but the urge to get you there before you could leave him was overwhelming.

You wanted to protest but the idea of falling and possibly injuring yourself with zero hope of medical insurance, you didn’t have many options. He led you off into a little area where suddenly you weren’t rollerblading. You were on a snowmobile. Then a bike. A rocket ship. A motor home where he had made you both s’mores. Well plastic ones but the flavor still melted onto your tongue and your stomach felt almost sick after two of the treats. Then finally a boat and a car. You saw the giant sign approaching, not realizing this would be the last time you would see this sign. After all, you weren’t leaving anytime soon.

Meanwhile after Barbie had fled from Mattel with Gloria and Sasha they were just about to approach the beach.

Ken didn’t exactly know where to bring you. But as he drove you into town he saw the way everyone’s eyes lingered after the car. More specifically after you. You were silent most of the trip but couldn’t help letting out silent awe’s at the world around you. Followed by a self-conscious feeling. After all you were not the most put together person and all of these people don’t have a hair out of place.

Ken brought you to Barbies Dreamhouse and told you to wait as he opened the door for you like a gentlemen. He never even did it before, but the thoughts came naturally.

“Wow.” You said quietly as he led you into the house and up the stairs. It was the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen. But a part of you was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like going back to LA.

“I’ll bring you some clothes if you want to go to the shower. Not saying you look dirty or anything I just thought-“ he was cut off by your giggle as he looked at you with embarrassment.

“It’s okay Ken. I would really like to freshen up. Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Of course!” He forgot all about his rant as he ran to go get clothes and you quickly hopped into the shower before he could return. No water came out of the shower head like you expected but you were getting clean nonetheless.

Meanwhile Ken picked out one of his favorite outfits and set it near the shower. The urge to look was overruled by his feeling of protection over the innocent person.

Barbie and the two humans weren’t faced with the volleyball court of boys and female cheerleaders. It was all the same as when she left. She gladly pointed everything out and talked about the amazing world and she was able to back it up with the wonderful sights. They were even able to see the President.

Pulling up to her dreamhouse she saw another car outside which was presumably Ken’s. She held back a sigh before getting out of the car. She led the women in behind her. But what she wasn’t expecting was to see another human standing beside Ken. Barbie noticed they were wearing her clothes but didn’t mind all that much after seeing how they looked on you. Kens arm wrapped around your waist in case of a bad reaction but Barbies eyes gained a similar look as Kens earlier. The feeling of obsession and love competing with one another before mixing into one.

They shared a look of understanding which didn’t go unnoticed to Gloria and Sasha, after all they were quite adverse in the real world.

The three humans had no idea that you would never be leaving Barbieworld again.

But then again… what did you have to lose?

Barbie set up Gloria and Sasha with a house a few away from hers. It was a discontinued house so nobody was currently living in it. She left them to settle in for the next few days, or shorter depending on how long she could stand having a distraction from you. After all she began to feel her heels lift whenever she saw you.

Barbie and Ken talked with you for a few hours, answering all your questions without any distain until it began to grow late. They promised to answer more of your questions tomorrow. Secretly happy they had a reason to cut you off as they felt the question of leaving approaching. Barbie got you some pajamas and before you knew it the there of you were laying in a heart shaped bed. One of the dolls on either side or you.

They both had a arm wrapped around you, leaning you feeling trapped but as you laid there the feeling of being trapped faded into safety.

Once you fell asleep the blondes placed a loving kiss on your lips, just lightly enough not to wake you up even though they could only wish for now to feel it be reciprocated as nature feelings blossomed.

Everyone in Barbieland questioned who you were after you had left with Ken, soon followed by staying with Barbie. But they couldn’t feel themselves being opposed to it, after all you looked so adorable!

So I guess your there to stay huh?

[askdeadbeatandnt3k]

wussup followers of the rubbersk8ter blog!!!

this is a post to go into more of a deep dive of this au for people that don’t know much about it, and give some fun facts about both deadbeat and nt3K along the way!!!, which will be divided into parts, this being deadbeats part

(deadbeats backstory/abilities)

the ggs were gonna fight gouji, atleast they were. But since a “devil cd” sounded ridiculous to everyone, they decided not to go. But that means that gouji actually summoned this supposed demon, he had one wish to ask of the demon, and while he was thinking of it, the demon, being a little shit. granted a random one he thought of because he was getting impatient, that wish being: infusing every multiverse and universe that’s possible into one version of Tokyo-to, that being this one. In order for that to be possible though, he expanded the earth 10 sizes and made Tokyo-to the only place you can visit on said earth. Afterwards he left, and gouji got super pissed…

then couple decades, whatever later. boom. one day deadbeat was born, she was born into a family of dysfunctional zombies, and yes. They were very much abusive… though for them. it’s normal, her species of zombies don’t feel emotion or sympathy at all, considering their dead, and the brain ain’t firing off anymore, when she was born, they noticed that she had dna of multiple animals and beings in her, which is cat, alien, red panda, if you can think it, she probably had it, during her younger years. she was taught to do a lot of stuff by herself, the most important thing that shapes her now is her abilities with rubber, her species was created due to a zombie apocalypse a long time ago in old tokyo-to, that eventually was controlled, but the zombies got kept for research and testing, after one test went right, the zombies acted like normal humans without functional emotions, which the scientists declared “good enough” and let them roam the streets, one day, a zombie was exploring an abandoned factory, and slipped on the railing while overlooking the melted rubber vat, and got dipped inside for a while, after being let out and back into society, he made a family that eventually spread the rubber infusion across tons of different zombies

ZOMBIE EVOLUTION!!! but, on the topic of deadbeat, she taught herself how to control being able to stretch her limbs and any part of her body to a limitless amount, after a good while of growing up, she was 12. and around here is when she realized she could shapeshift, which for this species, it’s considered. “Unnatural”. So she kept it a secret, while growing up she was a huge fan of the multiple different aus and variations of the GGs, beat in specific, so she wanted to collect different beat clothing, glasses, headphones, etc! How though? … Slaughter of course! After a while of killing countless beats, which took years, she finally got everything she needed after all those years (she’s about 16) alllll but one part, rollerblades, one day she went exploring and stumbled across a factory with a beat graffitiing inside, and of course, she attempted to kill him and steal his skates. it was a struggle but eventually… she got thrown in a pit of acid

(pause! + a fun fact, deadbeat cannot be hurt physically in any way shape or form, and shecan’t feel pain through those means aswell, but she can be melted through the means of fire and acid, which is one of the only thing that hurts TONS for her, now continue …)

luckily for her, it was ankle deep, but unfortunately aswell, it ended up melting her feet off, she grappled up and knocked that beat into another vat of some unknown liquid, killing him, luckily right before he fell fully, she grabbed his blades and shuffled back. her parents weren’t happy to see her lacking feet, but since they didn’t wanna teach her the process of regrowing limbs

(FUN FACT NUMBA 2!: slicing off her limbs don’t effect her in any way shape or form, other then slight annoyance, she can regrow any limb no matter what circumstance, it takes longer when the limb gets burnt off though)

..they got surgery to rewire her dead veins into the rollerblades themself, making the rollerblades her actual feet!, (forgot to specify at the start, but she’s also blind aswell, when she was born she didn’t have eyes, but classified black holes where they were SUPPOSED to be, basically not letting her see, and to see yknow, at all. She had surgery when she was a young child, but only if glasses are on her face, meaning she can do very cartoony expressions with any form of glasses), after that. she never wanted that shit to ever happen again /so she practiced a form of combat she saw online named “breakstyle”, and educated herself on it up until she was 17 years old, which she mastered the form of combat and was very good at doing it. one night while sleeping, she took off her beat glasses that she uses to see, and put it down on the counter, her dad got curious on how durable they were, and ended up breaking them, turning the color on it to black for the squiggly lines, and white for the main color, waking up to this, she was FUMING, which is unusual for her, considering she can’t feel emotion, but she ended up lighting a flame in her parents house, and burnt it down.

she got caught in it though, or atleast, her legs did, she grappled onto something outside and laid on the street, and while the fire was slowly travelling up her body, the grim reaper showed up to possess and talk to her in her mind, telling her that death is approaching , and she’s gonna visit the afterlife, but trying to collect her soul.. it appears that she doesn’t even have a soul! which in the grim reapers terms, means their fucked. they can’t un possess Someone until their soul is fully stolen and put into the afterlife, annoyed, the reaper stayed there, and just did nothing while deadbeat was laying there. after a bit of resting, she decided to hide in any place she could find that hid her, which she chose an abandoned GGs garage, and resided in the place until her legs reformed and the pain resided, the reaper finally said something: “hey. so, I hope you know I’m basically stuck with you until you die, which knowing your nature, im gonna be stuck with you forever, so don’t be an annoying little shit. Please”, deadbeat wanted to respond, but she couldn’t come up with anything to say back, she rested for a long while until a huge rumble happened outside, nt3K arrived Infront of the garage, and checking out his Time Machine, it appeared to be broken, which he went inside the garage near him to find any sort of parts, the only thing he found though being deadbeat

after a while of talking, he decided to stay for a while, and when deadbeat finally got the strength to get up and moving again, she redecorated the garage, made rooms for both her and nt (this garage is more of a home then a garage), and joined a variation of the GGs, the leader turning out to be her sibling, corn, for a while they got along until corn found out that deadbeat was the one who lit their house on fire, and the one who killed his parents, the entirety of the GGs got pissed at both nt and deadbeat, kicking them out of the team

for a while it was just her and her homie, nt. Since while being in the gang, she got along with nt well, and became his homie. time passed, deadbeat turnt 22, and one day while chilling in her bedroom, she got a call from one her niece, scenekidmew, she called her, asking if she could come over, she said yes and when she arrived, there were visible tears in her eyes, deadbeat didn’t really know what to do, so she offered her inside, and after a little tweaking, made the vacant room in the garage hers for when she’s over, deadbeat asked her what was wrong, and while she was venting about what went wrong, she asked if she wanted some weed, which she couldn’t deny, so she smoked some, and immediately chilled out

after a while she really had a bond with her aunt, deadbeat, going over to her house a lot, frustrating corn but, since he doesn’t wanna be a bad father, he lets her over.

ever since, deadbeat has been stuck at that age, and they’ve been doing nothing but dumb shit! deadbeat also got hired to become a stripper for money, which explains why I made her wear a bunny suit, and be filthy rich at the same time

backstory. DONE! Now for her abilities (will edit backstory if some parts are missing btw … expect that)

her main ability is being highly educated in breakstyle, which is a form of combat that involves breakdancing, she wields 2 dual pistols and a skateboard to help her out in combat with said breakstyle aswell

her limbs are infinitely stretchable and the force from wind up punches, they basically give her super strength.

her stomach is a storage unit containing infinite storage, weird. I know; but she uses it to grab gadgets that nt made, or whatever else

her glasses are her eyes and her blades are her feet! Remember that! And since she’s a shapeshifter, any changes I make to her design canonically, is because she shaped herself to look different

the grim reaper can fully possess her body to activate reaperbeat, which is what she uses when she’s almost dead, another form she can use is “The one true fire god.” Which she activates when reaper beat is present, and she’s feeling a tiny bit of an emotion while being taken over (which I also know I said she can’t feel emotion, but it’s rare for her and only her to actually feel it, every other zombie just lacks it), she can take control of another half of her body and activate the one true fire god beat, her weapons are gone but she can now shoot a flame shotgun out of her hands, and fly around using flames, basically. Deadbeat but more op then she already is, and immune to both fire and acid!!!

uh. Yeah! Nts part will be coming soon, because I’m exhausted from writing this much… ghhhhgh.. tell me in the comments if there are some parts you don’t understand and I’ll specify btw!!!

[the-kr8tor]

Had training today- it was fun:) ALSO WHY ARE YOU GUYS ALL TARGETTING ME WITH THE DADDY ISSUES THING?? LIKE I GET IT I PROBABLY HAVE THEM BUT JEEZ COME ON.. YALL MEAN >:( im crying now :( Daily Hobie HC! Imagine having a little rollerskating date with Hobie at an abandoned roller rink. He'll wear some skates that he brought along with him, while you've taken it a step further and wore rollerblades. Multiple times while you were hobbling around the carpet, Hobie has tried to feign pushing you, when it reality if you do accidentally fall, he'll be catching you immediately. Once you both manage to get on the rink, Hobie will immediately go ahead, boasting about how he can easily skate as soon as he gets on because of his 'enhanced muscle memory'. (He's been practicing for a while..and fallen on his ass multiple times..shh) He'll skate a few laps, waiting for you to become a little more confident with your rollerblades before beginning to tease you a little. At times, he'll pull you along with his speed for a tiny bit, coaxing you out of your comfort zone and trying to match his speed. After a few times, it works, with you managing to let go of the stability bars on the side, and eventually join him further to the middle of the roller rink. Hobie, with his long arms, will reach out to you and pull you into him, promptly knocking you off your feet. He'll peck at your lips with a smile, mumbling little sweet nothings into the skin of your shoulder, with the occasional 'I could push you off your skates and you wouldn't even know.' Eventually, he does kick your feet out from underneath you playfully. However, he had originally planned to still be your support system. Little did he know, you had other plans, continuing to fall and drag him down with you. You two began to laugh loudly, with Hobie pouting at you dramatically, huffing with feigned annoyance. After a long bit of struggle, Hobie manages to pull both of you off the rink and onto the more grippy carpet, offering his hand for you to stand up. You both begin to search the place up and down, with you and Hobie flawlessly managing to weasel out a few prizes from the broken arcade machines. However, 20 minutes later he finds the plug for the machines, immediately starting it up to be able to work. One of the toys you both had 'won' from the arcade machine had a working light, so with a bit of focus and fairydust and a mirror or two, you both had managed to extract the light from the toy and direct it to shine on the dusty disco ball hanging from the roof, projecting down a ray of colours. One of them managed to shine into Hobie's eye, immediately making him recoil, his drama skills really paying off now, since you dropped everything and rushed over to him, cupping his face and trying to gently remove his hand. You know you've fallen into a trap the moment you see his smug smirk. His lips crashed against yours, a familiar, loving warmth wrapping around your hips as he pulled you closer, smiling through the kiss as your arms draped over his shoulders ever so sweetly. -🐦‍⬛

HHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA *in Oprah's voice* you got daddy issues! You got daddy issues! Everybody's got daddy issues!

DAILY HOBIE HC!!! 🎉

AHHHHHH ROLLER RINK DATE!!!! GOD I WANT THAT TOO! (I have a wip where hobie and r goes to one!)

I honestly think he'd be so competitive when it comes to claw machines like he would be so mad if after 2 tokens in and he still couldn't get the plushie you wanted that he'd seriously pick the lock to the glass and just nab it for you lmaoo

He's so silly! And a genius for figuring out how to make the disco ball work again. I'd give him a thousand smooches just for that 😉

[anindecisivespirit]

Baby Bat AU

Okay so like, I heard about the comic One Operation Joker, in which Batman is turned into a baby and Joker decides to raise him, and I just. My brain exploded with ideas. I haven’t read it and I’ve barely heard anything about it, but if I was writing a story with that premise it would probably go something like this (originally a thread of messages over discord):

Joker brings this newly turned baby batman to a meeting with all the other rogues And they’re like… why do you have a baby?? I don’t like the implications? And he explains that it’s batman, and some of them want to just kill him right now while he’s a baby, but he’s like “no no no, because then we’d have no proof that we killed Batman and you know it’s gotta be a spectacle. Mr Freeze, you try to find a cure, and the rest of you will help me take care of this baby.” And Riddler is trying so hard but babies are just so dumb. He’s trying to teach Bruce to solve puzzles and answer riddles. Ivy is telling him bedtime stories about how important the environment is and that the people who hurt it should die. Joker is the most irresponsible parent ever and Bruce almost dies three times a week. They were a little hesitant to let Zsasz near him but now Bruce is crawling all over him and hanging off his arms as Zsasz tells him about each and every one of his tally marks.

(Btw Zsasz can’t kill Bruce even if he wanted to, because he wants to kill Batman. He has a special place saved for Batman’s tally mark, but if he killed this baby… he wouldn’t be able to use it. He wouldn’t be able to bring himself to. This is not Batman.)

Clayface is shapeshifting into various animals to keep him entertained.

Bruce understands exactly 0-3% of what’s going on. They don’t know who he is so they all just keep calling him Batman/Bats/Batsy.

Bruce Wayne has gone missing.

Baby Bruce is terrified of Joker’s face for a good while, and keeps crying when he sees him. The first time he looks at him without getting upset Joker almost starts crying

Alfred is searching desperately for Bruce. Penguin is having mob meetings with a baby vest, and he’s put Bruce in a tiny suit Harley is trying to rollerblade around with him

None of them care that Bruce can’t understand anything that they’re talking about, they’re all trying to teach him to be Batman but also to be a tiny criminal at the same time

Joker gives him batarangs, which the others have to quickly take back before he hurts himself. They get him little foam batarangs instead

Riddler gets a little box that opens when you press a button, and he puts Bruce’s favorite treats in it to encourage him to figure out how to open it This results in the others giving Riddler one of those little puzzle boxes you give to cats and stuff as a joke, but Bruce seems to unironically love it

He plays with Catwoman’s whip and all of her cats love him. They curl up with him all the time.

Maybe Bruce is old enough to be saying words. He’s got mom and dad down, along with hungry and no and yes. So, all the rogues start trying to make absolutely sure that he says their name first. It’s a thing, now. They have to be first, they need to be the favorite. He gets ‘riddle’ if only because Riddler says it so often. He takes to saying ‘Za’ when he wants Zsasz. You can catch Joker crying in the shower because Bruce hasn’t said his name yet and he’s gotten most of the others down

None of them really pay any mind to the fact that Bruce Wayne has gone missing because they have more important things to do All except for the Riddler, who has known Batman’s identity for months and just never said anything. He debates whether or not he should tell anyone…

They knit him a little hat with bat ears on it, and it’s adorable

(Feel free to talk to me about this in tags and replies and asks!!!)

[churro-on-a-unicycle]

Kazemaru and Max ‼️‼️

🫂📓💝👽

omg i get to talk about Kazemaru for once!! (and Max, again)

Kazemaru Ichirouta

🫂 A friendship headcanon

I think Kazemaru would be pretty good friends with Midorikawa. We've seen them hang out outside of practice before and I think personality wise they'd mesh pretty well? They're both also known to be pretty fast so I think it'd be fun if they sometimes race against each other or something!

📓 A headcanon about their hobbies

Outside of sprinting, which I'm convinced he still does in his spare time he wasn't in the track club if he didn't at least enjoy it, I think he'd be into rollerblading as well. I personally love rollerblading and I also love projecting onto characters but I think it would suit him really well! It allows him to go even faster than he can just running. I think he'd initially try it out under the guise of it being "soccer practice" (endou syndrome is strong in this team) but then he eventually just really starts to enjoy himself and get into learning how to do more tricks with it. It eventually just becomes something he just likes doing for fun and he gets REALLY good at it too.

💝 A headcanon about their love language

Ooh this one was kinda hard! I think Kazemaru would be the type of person to do gestures instead of physical contact. He doesn't strike me as particularly touchy but he'd do things like make breakfast in the morning or buy gifts for the people he loves just because. I don't really know what people do in relationships lol I'm aroace..

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs

He HAS to run 3 laps around 5he field before the start of every match. Yes it slightly decreases his staminahe doesn't care. He's convinced it gives the team good luck (the one time he didn't was their first matcg against gemini storm, we all know how that went)

Matsuno (Max) Kuusuke

🫂 A friendship headcanon

I already very existensively talked about how I think he'd be one of the first players in inajapan who'd be able to warm up to Fudou. Other than that I think Max is generally just close to most og raimon members, particularly Jin and Handa. He's usually seen hanging out with Handa but I also think he's been friends with Jin even before joining the soccer club. They were classmates before joining the soccer club and they both joined at the same time. Coincidence? I think not! I imagine he ended up mentioning Endou running around with his big sign to Jin and they decided to both join the team afterwards.

📓 A headcanon about their hobbies

I saw @marmolao 's hc that Max sew his sleeping hat from I think it was a bedsheet, I 100% agree with that. To add to that I also think sewing is something he does to destress. Probably one of the few hobbies he's tried that he didn't immediately drop, maybe the hat he wears could be the first thing he's ever sewn? Idk just spitting ideas. I really like the idea that he does a lot of diy-ing when it comes to the clothes he wears, he tries to be so cool with spiked bracelets made of ripped up jeans and covers his clothes in pins and patches. And then he wears that cat hat and all of the coolness wears away instantly.

💝 A headcanon about their love language

I headcanon him as aroace, bc again I really like projecting on characters. That being said he still has a platonic love language. I think he enjoys making little things for his friends. Like little trinkets, things that they can keep on hand. That'd be so cutee

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs

I. I don't think he's capable of parting with his hat, it's definitely a comfort item, but I also just think he hates having his head exposed like that. Like it feels Wrong not having anything on his head, which is why he has one specifically for going to bed.

[writernopal]

Well, now, as a WBW in return, I need to know how any of [or all] your main fantasy characters might react to a pair of rollerblades 😂

Happy WBW! Also, I want you to know that I laughed so hard when I read this question 😂 This is going to be so fun!!

Mariel

She would be scared of them LOL. Mariel is very risk averse, so seeing something that she doesn't recognize frightens her very easily. If you told her what they were used for, she would trust them even less and ask you to put them back where you got them, lest something superstitious occur.

Axtapor

He might give them a funny look and ask you if they were the latest fashion trend in The Pale Kingdom. Lizardfolk don't wear shoes, so he wouldn't assume that they would be for your feet. After finding out their use, he would lament not being able to wear them. Though if he could, he'd be covered in bumps and bruises all the time, not because he lacks skill (though that might be part of it) but because he would attempt absolutely reckless and, frankly, stupid things on them lol.

Fay

She would initially think they are very strange but then try to take them apart to see if she could make a weapon out of them. If you told her what they would for, she would probably think they are useless because sliding around on the deck of a pirate ship is no good!

Wilkes

He, like Fay, would try to see the value in making them weapons. He might even draw up schematics to suit different wearers and see if there was a way to modify them to work on varied types of terrain. Even if he abandoned the idea, he would still be very fascinated by them and would want to add them to his pile of treasures.

[weaversweek]

22 "Steal my sunshine" - Len

writers Gregg Diamond & Marc Costanzo

"When I hear the song now it makes me laugh. It makes me smile. It takes me back to that time. I know how I felt. When people play it I dance to it. Two weeks ago I ended up at a bar and it was karaoke night and Steal My Sunshine was in the book, so I said let's do it!" - Marc Costanzo

Part of the UncoolTwo50 project, marking the best singles from 1977-99.

Canadian pop had a rich vein of form in the late 90s. After the international success of Sarah MacLachlan and Alanis Morissette, and the breakout of Barenaked Ladies, record companies came to the frozen north with their chequebooks in hand. Performers like Sloan, Chantal Kreviazuk, Great Big Sea, Amanda Marshall, and the Matthew Good Band were snapped up and marketed internationally. Most of them came back with their tails between their legs.

One song did escape past the 49th. "Steal my sunshine" sounded like nothing else on the radio - out went lush production, in came a knocking sound. It's the drum beat on a sample of "More more more", over which this guy is talking about - well, he's talking about something, but it doesn't make much sense. Probably what they did when they were a bit tipsy last night. It's a boppy, poppy soundtrack, though when we do get to hear it, the lyric seems rather dark.

An inescapable summer jam in Canada, which explains why it came out over here a few weeks before the millennium parties. Sounded way cool, a bright blast of summer heat in the chill and damp of December. Siblings Marc and Sharon Costanzo were noticeably cool towards each other in promo appearances - I can't find their snappy interview on SM:TV.

Inevitably, this sort of rollerblading white rap wasn't going to be a lasting proposition, but we cannot fault the group for taking $750,000 of Dreamworks' money in case they ever came up with another hit. Rest of the album You Can't Stop the Bum Rush is very different, and pretty damned good.

After the band split, Marc went on to head EMI Music Publishing, signing acts like Sum 41 - featuring his party buddy Deryck Whibley.

Some other recommendations for late-century Canadiana, starting with the ones who almost broke worldwide…

"Money city maniacs" was Sloan's international launch single.

"Before you" gave Chantal Kreviazuk a spot on my 500-song longlist.

"Run runaway" - a Slade cover - was Great Big Sea's near-hit.

"Let it rain" is Amanda Marshall's best-remembered single.

"Load me up" called the Matthew Good Band.

Sky should have been huge, "Love song" was promoted at .gb radio, but programmers were more interested in repetitive dance.

I had the pleasure of seeing Kim Stockwood perform an acoustic set in early 1999; the Newfoundland singer's 12 years old could have been on an episode of Dawson's Creek. Longlisted.

Susan Aglukark was also touring at the time; "One turn deserves another" is one of those songs I've never quite been able to get out of my head - this was on an episode of Dawson's Creek.

Back to "Steal my sunshine", which was nominated for the Best Single award at the Juno Awards. Didn't win, lost to "Bobcaygeon" by The Tragically Hip; I still don't agree with the award, but I can certainly see why the elderly Juno voters preferred it, and "Bobcaygeon" has become a proper cultural touchstone.

[arbitraryregistry]

Excerpt 04

Summary: The kid wants to open a basement door. Need a friend to be with them.

I had always wondered about the small door on the side of the new house. Round, dark brown with a face-shaped handle. It was hilarious and peculiar at the same time. I reckoned I could fit in it easily, Mother is certainly too ladylike to fit in such a small door. The thought of what lies on the other side plagued me day and night. Alas, I have not been able to open it, even after chanting Batman’s theme song with my whole heart. This cannot be, I need a Robin to help me with this mission.

Jumping has always been my top skill. I went over the fence to Brandon’s house easily, my best friend of 2 days. Brandon’s backyard, unlike mine, was void of trees and flowers, only overgrown grass and some chairs decorated the whole area. My friend climbed out of his window as soon as he saw me approaching the house. A sidekick, at last.

Reflection:

Kid narrators are hands down the best yet trickiest kind of narrator to write. In this excerpt, I tried writing about a boy exploring his new house. Like many children, they are wary of the unknown. In this case, it is the door to a basement beneath his house. I would like to point out several things that I wrote here.

The sentence “I have not been able to open it, even after chanting Batman’s theme song with my whole heart” can be interpreted in two ways. The first one is simple, the boy is not strong enough to open the door. The second interpretation is that the boy is too scared to open the door, even after hyping himself up. I got the idea to write in this way when I saw my baby cousin, who was 4 or 5 at the time. They were practicing with some old rollerblades of mine when a sense of dread seemingly overcame their excitement. To prepare themselves for the fall that is sure to come, they counted to three to signal to themself when to go. Alas, they were not able to go at all, due to the fear of falling.

“I need a Robin”, because, Robin is Batman’s sidekick, for those of you that did not know. Well, Robin is more like Batman’s ward but let us keep it simple for the sake of my sanity.

The second paragraph introduces us to Brandon, the kid next door. I purposefully planted many “red flags” in the description of Brandon’s backyard and behavior. If the boy, the narrator, was older, they might be caught on to the obvious neglect that Brandon objected to. Since the boy is too young to understand this, the only undertone he understood was that Brandon’s backyard is different from his. He probably did not make the connection that the backyard is not well taken care of and dying.

Brandon was seen by the narrator climbing out of his house’s window “as soon as he saw me approaching the house”. The boy might think that Brandon is just excited to see him, but as older readers, it raises some questions:

Why did Brandon use the window instead of the door?

Is he just cheeky or,

possibly mistreated by his parents/guardian?

If I were to continue this story, I would focus on both boys’ experiences. The narrator’s over-active imagination in the basement might hint at him being the only child, sheltered and cared for. Brandon’s calmness might hint at him being used to the dark because his guardian never bothered to turn on the lights at home. Maybe both boys would be scared and will eventually get chastised. It would be interesting to see how the narrator’s parents would react to their actions.

This is one of the excerpts that I will most definitely pick up someday, because the existing piece is not beyond my expertise, and playing with an unreliable narrator is one of my favorite things to do these days.

[marleybosswitch]

How it had managed to reach this point, Matley didn’t know. Growing up, she’d always been commended for her relentless optimism, her teachers declaring her a joy to have in class, not because of her average grades but apparently because of her leadership skills and the way she would rally her classmates whenever they needed a pep talk. She would joke like the class clown she was until everyone was smiling and her professors, even in high school, always spoke highly of her and the bright future she had ahead of her.

She doubted they’d had this in mind for her, sobbing in the middle of a bookstore with her dog at her feet and nowhere to lay her head that night. She didn’t want Harlow to see her like this. More than anyone, he was the one person she found herself trying to make smile the most. Right now, all she was good for was making a worried frown appear on his face.

Tears blurred her vision as she continued to cry out her frustrations, knowing that she was making a scene but being unable to stop herself. Normally, she didn’t care if all eyes were on her. She acted in a way that often commandeered the attention of a room; what kind of stand-up comedian was she going to be if she couldn’t handle the limelight? This wasn’t some routine she had been working on though, but an impromptu breakdown she couldn’t quite control and her shoulders heaved once more despite the futile attempt to suppress her sobs.

“Harlow, it’s - I can’t.” She shook her head as if trying to refuse his comfort, but the minute he pulled her into a hug, she couldn’t help but collapse against him. Marley wept against his chest in a way she hadn’t since she was six-years-old and had tripped up in her rollerblades, scraping her knees in such a painful manner that she’d burst into tears almost immediately. Her loud caterwauling as the neighborhood boys laughed at her had attracted the attention of her dad who’d come running out of their ground floor apartment to see what all the fuss was about. He’d spotted Marley sprawled on the sidewalk and had immediately rushed over to scoop her up so she could cry against his shoulder. If Marley was remembering correctly, and she had no reason to believe she wasn’t, that was the last time her dad had ever held her like that. Near enough two decades had passed since then and she somehow found it just as easy to wilt against Harlow instead, a wet patch spreading across the front of the man’s shirt.

When he led her over to a table, she had no choice but to comply and sit down. Bucket followed, because of course she did, and she wanted to sob all over again when she realised that he was going to be so confused when she wasn’t around for him to follow. 

Crumpling up the tissues that Harlow had given her, she blew her nose into one of them, the noise ugly and loud, but she’d never pretended to be a lady, has she? Gaze dropping down to her lap, she bit her lip when Harlow pressed for details, bringing up her dad in such an innocent way, she couldn’t find it in herself to lie.

“I’m not living with my dad right now,” she admitted, voice husky and raw from all the crying she’d done. Her cheeks felt sticky-wet from tears and she sighed. “He’s away for a bit, he’s… sick, I guess.”

She knew that saying that would only make Harlow worry, probably conjure thoughts of Marley’s dad in a hospital bed. It didn’t make it any easier for her to tell the truth, but she knew that she should and so she eventually lifted her head and gave Harlow a small what-can-you-do shrug.

“He’s in rehab.”

Bucket’s wet nose pushed itself into the back of her hand and she took comfort in scratching her dog between the ears, trying to ignore the fact that it would be the last time she’d be able to do this for a while. She knew Billy would probably let her visit him whenever she wanted but Marley, who was convinced that people’s affection for her never went without an expiration date, didn’t want to put herself in danger of frequenting his home too much, just in case Billy tired of her prematurely.

“I’ve uh, been staying at this place, this shelter, I guess,” she explained, wiping at her eyes as she fought to regain her composure. “They don’t allow dogs and I thought I could get away with it but then this morning they found Bucket and…” She gave a sad quirk of her lips. “Well, we broke the rules so they kicked us out.”

Although the young lady in front of him (the one Harlow had become so inexplicably fond of in her frequent visits to his work place) assured him she was fine, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that was, in fact, a lie. The Marley he knew, who always seemed bright and easy in the company of others, who could always commandeer a room with a few well placed quips, stood shaking in place. Her eyes darted all over the shop, presumably seeking out the man she’d asked after, with his similarly easy smile and sweet disposition. She looked just like a horse right before it bolted, downright scared. If Marley needed a friend right now, and Billy wasn’t available, the gentle southerner would be more than happy to step up.

With one foot planted firmly behind the counter, body inclined towards poor Marley in distress, Harlow hurriedly abandoned his post and began walking towards the young woman, concern etched in every single one of his features. Although Rosie might say he'd failed at being a good Daddy, Fatherhood had softened him totally, smoothing out his rougher edges. All his bull-riding, back road driving bravado had been stripped away the day he’d held his baby girl in his arms, and now all he knew how to do was care for other people. Harlow was good to his core, with hands that were made for drawing smiley faces in your extra-hot latte and placing a large, comforting hand on the shoulders of his friends. He moved towards Marley with a haste that was instinctive, ready to wrap up the girl should she show even the slightest sign of bursting into tears.

“No, darlin’.” Harlow shook his head, trying to remember just where exactly Billy said he’d be going. He tended to tune out all the business side of stuff, just happy to show up and put a smile on everyone’s face. “Something about meeting with a supplier? He left Simon in charge.”

Harlow jabbed a thumb in the general direction of Simon, who was currently being flirted with by a middle-aged woman with a young baby strapped to her chest. Harlow had bitten his lip to avoid a cheeky quip escaping when Billy had announced that Simon was in charge for the next few hours, but had bowed heads with Katie afterwards and giggled, throwing around terms like ‘blatant favouritism’ with a heavy dose of good-natured eye rolling whenever Simon wasn’t looking.

“Is there anything I can do till he gets back?” Harlow asked, lowering his voice, the honeyed tones of his lilting Texas accent. He followed Marley’s big, wet eyes down to Bucket, who was sat sentry at her feet, not looking away from his Mama for even a second. Harlow had half a mind to smile at the picture, Marley was hardly ever seen without her pup. Where she went, Bucket went, tagging at her heels. It was a sweet sight, but when his eyes travelled back up to Marley’s face, he found her with her head in her hands, a sob working its way up her throat.

“Hey, hey…” Harlow closed the gap between them, his hands coming up to close over hers. They fell away somewhat easily, till Harlow found himself with her small hands folded into his, her face crumpled into tears in a way that made Harlow want to throw himself to the ground and cry right alongside her. It didn’t make sense, his happy, jovial girl with a face full of tears. “What’s all this crying and hollerin’ about, hey?”

Without a second thought, Harlow immediately tugged Marley in for a bear hug, her frame seeming so small and vulnerable tucked up against his own. He wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do in that moment, and he was almost certain they were garnering a few stares from some particularly nosy lookie-loos, but in that moment he didn’t care too much. His chin rest against the top of Marley’s fine head of hair, his hand resting firmly between her shoulder blades as he held her tight.

“Can’t stay with you?” Harlow murmured into her hair, confusion colouring his tone. His eyes darted downwards to Bucket, who seemed moments away from pawing at Marley’s legs, clearly distressed by his owner’s tears. “Why on Earth not?”

Pulling back from the hug, Harlow steered Marley towards the nearest table, sitting her down and immediately piling a handful of napkins into her open lap to stem the flow of tears he was sure was about to come. Kneeling at her side, Harlow tapped her knee gently.

“Get it all out, my girl.” he said, his free hand fussing Bucket as he pressed on, eager to get clarification. “What do you mean, Bucket can’t stay with you?”

Marley was always pretty cagey about her home life, but from what Harlow had gotten from Billy, she lived with just her Dad. Past that, Harlow didn’t know too much.

“Is something going on at home? Somethin’ with your Daddy?”

[doctorgerth]

Hi hi!! I'm happy to see you back and hopefully doing better? May I ask for some fluff with Smoker, Izou (if you do him), and Kidd going shopping with their gn s/o for plushies (Mayhaps even Build-A-Bear? 👀) THANK YOU SO MUCH AHRKGJEHSB

a/n: I am doing better for the most part, thank you so much for the warm welcome <3 I’ve…never been to BAB before, nor really had plushies, so I had to do some research to help with this one lol but now I really wanna go to BAB 🥲 Hope it turned out ok!!

featuring: Smoker, Izou, & Kid x GN!Reader

warnings: modern!au, low-key crack, mentions of children

TAKING THEIR S/O TO BUILD-A-BEAR

SMOKER —

Admittedly thinks it’s a little silly that you’re so adamant about building a stuffed animal, but he treats you to it anyway because he loves you and spoils you immensely.

Seeing your beaming smile as you try to decide between all the different scents, sounds, colors, and accessories immediately makes it all worthwhile. He’s observing with a stoic dad face, but inside, his heart is doing flips over how adorably happy you are.

Not very helpful in the decision making process, but he tries his best to be supportive. Lots of: “I like that too.” “That looks nice.” “If that’s what you want.” – He’s really trying, he just wants you to be happy lol

Had not intended to build himself one until a little kid sweet talks him into it. He is very attentive as the child explains the building process to him step by step and talks him into getting some of the most ridiculous accessories. Takes the plushie home proudly. Seeing him cater to the child’s excitement makes YOUR heart do flips plz why is he so good with kids jasjkdh

Acts like he doesn’t think too much about the plushies, but he helps with taking good care of them. He doesn’t ever really sleep with his, but he will sit it next to yours on the bed to keep it company. They’re happily married. <3

IZOU —

Has no problem taking you shopping for plushies and enjoys helping you build! In fact, going to Build-A-Bear is probably some form of a tradition for the two of you. Maybe he takes you every year for your birthday, or for an anniversary, or celebration of an achievement. Either way, seeing you having fun is the best feeling in the world to him, so he’ll take you pretty much any time you want.

Being a king of beauty and fashion, he’s able to help with any indecisiveness you might have and is good about offering advice when you ask for it. Things like: “Those colors match really well, I think you should get that.” “It needs just a little more. Maybe a scarf?” “Yes, the rollerblades do go with that outfit.”

Also knows your collection inside and out, so he’ll gently remind you when you have too much of something, but he’s only encouraging you to be unique! “You already have this bow in every color, maybe you should get the beret this time?” 

Will build his own plushie if you ask him. Designs the perfect match for yours. He makes your plushies hug and kiss. <3

As much as he enjoys making separate plushies, the ones you create together are among his favorites. There’s just something special about a plushie that has little bits of you and him mixed together!

KID —

Almost does not enter the store as he is sure he has no interest in plushies and is content with going to shop elsewhere while you do your thing.

But Kid should know by now that he is not immune to your please, for me? eyes. So much so, that you somehow convince him to not only go into the store, but to also make his own plushie.

Honestly though, he has a really fun time with it because the building process is right up his alley. Kid loves working with his hand(s) and creating things, so he fully immerses himself in the multi-sensory experience of Build-A-Bear. The irresistibly soft fur is so different from the cold, sharp metal he’s used to. You catch him smiling on multiple occasions, thinking a little too hard over if he should get the leather jacket or the kilt, but you decide not to comment on it.

Glares at anybody that tries to judge him. Will not hesitate to argue with a kid over the last iridescent toy guitar and insists that he has the best plushie out of everyone in the store when anyone tries to challenge him. All resulting in some tears, angry moms, and the two of you nearly getting kicked out. But the joy on Kid’s face as he shows off his plushie makes him easy to forgive.

Keeps his plushie on the top shelf in his workshop like it’s his most prized creation. And though it’s his plushie, looking at it always reminds him of you. <3 Now he’s thinking of how he can create his own Build-A-Bear station at home…

[voidgearr]

Can Kingdom Hearts characters skate?

Sora: Definitely. He makes Kairi or Riku hold his gummiphone to take pics of him. good mix of both tricks and speed

Riku: He can, usually races with Sora. More speed than tricks.

Kairi: She can..get on a board! A little scared which gets in the way of being able to do stuff on it. If she gets the hang of it she’ll probably just stick to a pennyboard

Roxas: Sora refuses to race him. Roxas is too good, smokes everyone and wins. all the time. Probably posts skating videos online (niche micro-celebrity roxas au??)

Axel/Lea: Lea can go! hes fairly good, but prefers those casterboard/waveboard things (can ride regular boards tho!!)

Xion: When Roxas started teaching her, everyone thought she wouldn’t do well. She’s scarily good for a newbie

Naminé:scared of getting on the board, prefers to watch (and draw them doing sweet kickflips). usually is the judge of “who won the race”

Ventus: He’s a surferboy, so he’s good at skating!! Prefers longboards and speed

Aqua: She’s like ur friend’s mom that says she used to skate back in the day, and when you challenge her to a race she kicks your ass. Don’t test her

Terra: He’s rlly bad at it and Aqua & Ven have to cheer him up and tell him he’s not *that* bad (they laugh (in a friendly way??) when he falls. hes that bad)

Xehanort: Oh sweet christ. He’s like Tony Hawk- Old and way too good for his age. He taught Ven how to skate because it’s a vital skill for the darkness (stole second half from reddit)

Vanitas: Comes from Ven, therefore he also is a good skater (did u not see him surf the Keyblade wave? cmon man). Much more acrobatic(?) and does more tricks

Org XIII: Weekly meetings at the skatepark (also a stolen tidbit from reddit). Demyx is best, Larxene uses rollerblades, Saïx is super good, and Ienzo is rlly bad (im sorry my boy)

[soonsluv]

svt as bfs (hyung line)

contains: so much sweetness n fluff, it’s embarrassing really. also the reader is into pda and physically touch so if that’s not your thing, don’t read this.

a/n: um idk man, i just felt like writing this bc i’ve been in a romantic mood lately lmao. this is ofc very self indulgent so you guys might disagree w some of them and that’s totally okay :) i skipped junhui bc i genuinely don’t know how read him, sorry. maknae ver

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S.Coups

•the biggest fucking baby known to humanity

•very clingy, will always try to sneak his arms around your waist or get you to hold him

•LOVES being babied, run a bath for him or play w his hair while watching a movie and he will be head over hills for you

•might feel guilty that you take care of him so often so he’ll insist on being the one to drive or cook for you as much as he can

•when upset w you, he’ll try to distance himself from you but he always cracks and is the first to start the convo

•when you’re upset w him, he’ll bring you some food w a note saying that he’s sorry so you’ll know without him invading your space

•is in dire need of constant hugs or he’ll die :(

•the small spoon all the way

•his favourite type of date would be rollerblading or going to an amusement park

Jeonghan

•very playful as we all know

•will initiate a tickle fight bc the sound of your laughter makes his day 10x better

•absolutely clueless when you’re feeling down but is smart enough to understand that his usual playful attitude won’t always work so he’ll just sit down next to you in silence until you talk

•will keep it quiet until the bitter end if he’s upset which ends up in easily avoidable arguments

•is the big spoon in bed, this isn’t up for debate

•likes going on late night dinner dates and drive through the city while talking about nothing n everything

Joshua

•knows what he’s doing

•hand holding is his favourite thing, even if you guys are just chilling at home, he’ll hold your hand just bc

•likes treating you like a kid and is very innocent in the ways he shows his affection for you like forehead kisses or kisses on the cheek

•if he’s upset, he’ll keep it quiet for a while in hopes you’ll notice and if you don’t, he’ll sit you down and talk about it

•another big spoon

•very intuitive, will know if something is off and will directly confront you

•fancy date dinners are his fav, the type to rent out an entire restaurant just for the two of you

Hoshi

•he said himself that he was more of an introverted person but i don’t think that takes away from how bold that mf is

•very transparent and isn’t scared to be vulnerable bc he trusts you w his life

•will however completely shut down if you make him upset so you’ll have to wait it out before being able to solve it

•probably said “i love you” first

•knows how to read and anticipate you

•likes putting his head on your shoulder or hooking arms

•very versatile when it comes to hugging positions

•L O V E S kissing you

•big spoon

Wonwoo

•still a bit awkward in his displays of affection but you’ll get the message

•an absolute sweetheart

•you’ll come home after work and find him in the kitchen trying to cook up your fav dessert bc you mentioned it last time

•gives you the silent treatment when he’s upset so you’ll have to work for it

•can’t tell when you’re upset so you’ll either have to make it painfully obvious or be straightforward and tell him

•a big spoon

•likes staying in or going to intimate places in terms of dates

•not very physically

Woozi

•absolutely shameless

•will try to be subtle about asking physical affection but he’ll just grab your arm and put it around his shoulders and think he was slick

•let’s you hang at his studio which often ends in you two sleeping there

•will come at your house unannounced to drop off flowers for you and leave w no reason or explaination whatsoever

•likes going on picknicks during the evening w soft music playing in the background

•can be either a small or big spoon, he’ll just go w whatever you want

•a fucking child when it comes to tell you why he’s upset so he’ll give you the silent treatment

•but when you’re the one that’s upset, he’ll distance himself from you to give you space and figure out how he’ll make this up

[ragegrove]

strcngergirls​:

“What a sight that would be, huh? We’d look like maniacs, without a doubt.” Her mind travels back in time again, as it always does with her son, and she can’t help but remember the day she took him rollerblading on the Santa Monica Pier. She was almost positive every person on that dock was looking at her like she was crazy, but it was one of her favorite memories. Any memory with Billy was sacred to her, especially the ones that were void of Neil.

“Gosh, you really are just like me, aren’t you? Stubborn as hell.” She grins and, for a split moment, she wishes her parents could see how well Billy grew up. She wishes she could see their faces when they realized how wrong they were about her and her ability to raise a child. She may not have done it under the best circumstances, but Dottie was damned proud of her son and the obstacles they’d overcome. She knows it’s better that he didn’t have to deal with her parents. They were tolerable as a mother and father, but the Andersons were far from doting grandparents.

“Alright, then. But I’ll hold you to that. And I’m getting dessert.”

“yeah,  but.  maniacs  that  look  after  each  other.”  billy  playfully  smiles,  thinking  that’s  the  important  part.  everything  their  bond  is  based  on,  love  and  protecting  each  other.  “hope  so.”  being  like  her,  he  means.  just  her  saying  that  makes  him  softly  smile.  because  he  doesn’t  want  anyone  to  ever  tell  him  he  acts  like  his  father,    something  he  worries  &  makes  himself  ill  over  a  lot.  mostly  only  from  those  days  where  he’s  dealing  with  some  of  his  inner  struggles  still  left  over  from  traumatizing  things  he  dealt  with  during  childhood,  things  that  probably  have  altered  his  brain  chemistry.  that  can  be  triggered  just  from  a  bad  dream  or  sometimes  by  nothing  at  all.  where  he  holes  up  in  his  room  in  a  bad  episode  of  irritability  and  depression  that  happens  out  of  nowhere  on  some  days  until  that  gloomy  storm  in  his  head  passes  by.  when  he’s  distant  and  irritated  at  everyone  without  being  able  to  control  his  irritation  and  sadness  or  explain  why  it  even  happens  at  all,  he  just  doesn’t  want  those  bad  days  to  depict  he’s  like  his  father.  or  say  something  that’d  hurt  his  mother’s  feelings  when  he’s  in  that  state  of  mind,  he’d  never  want  to  hurt  her.  plus  he  looks  up  to  her  as  if  she  hung  the  stars.  in  his  perspective,  she  did.  

there’s  endless  things  he  admires  about  his  mother.  of  course,  since  he’s  been  four  years  old  he’s  always  mirrored  her  and  wanted  to  be  exactly  like  her.  “what  else  about  you  reminds  you  of  me?”  

“no,  i’m  getting  dessert.  bet  i’ll  pick  out  the  tastier  one.”  he  chuckles,  making  a  competition  out  of  it  for  fun.  going  to  the  front  door,  bright  sunlight  pouring  in  once  he  pulls  it  open  that  makes  him  squint  and  leaves  his  arms  bare  against  the  cool  spring  wind  wearing  just  his  hawkin’s  tigers  t-shirt  he  cut  the  sleeves  off  of  out  of  laziness  to  find  a  light  coat.  again,  too  stubborn  to  worry  about  it.  it’s  warm,  the  sun’s  out,  trees  are  turning  that  pretty  lime  color.  flowers  blossoming  everywhere.  he  doesn’t  see  a  big  deal  to  go  and  get  it.  “okay,  ready  when  you  are.”  standing  by  the  door,  waiting  for  her  to  exit  first.  blue  camaro  in  the  driveway  waiting  to  be  took  somewhere.

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continued from here @turnedahero

“Well, for the shark’s sake, I hope we never have to find out.” When she was pregnant with Billy, back when he was the size of an apple nestled in her womb, she would have dreams about saving him. Once from sharks, once from wolves. And a lot more time from his father. The night before Billy was born, she had a nightmare, a vision in which she didn’t dive in soon enough, didn’t fend off the wolves good enough. Where she wasn’t strong enough to stand up to Neil. She’d never told anyone that, not out loud, at least. And certainly not to Neil. Dottie may have scribbled it here and there in a diary along the way, but those were stories she thought were better left buried. Besides, her little Billy wasn’t a baby anymore. He didn’t need her to protect him from wild animals, he could do that on his own. But she was still too weak to protect him from dangerous people.

“I suppose it doesn’t have to be a van.” She let out an exaggerated sigh. Her brows furrowed and her lips pursed at his comment, the corners of her mouth quivering as she held back a laugh. Dottie wouldn’t have minded being a soccer mom. In a different timeline, maybe Billy would’ve taken up soccer or baseball instead of surfing, but she had always supportive of whatever he wanted to pursue. But she couldn’t help wonder if surf moms fell under the same criteria when it came to vehicles. “Well, as long as there’s room for a weekend’s worth of fun in that Camaro of yours, I won’t object.”

Blue eyes follow him as he tosses the jumbled mess of a cassette player into the trash bin, and her brain begins to spin. She had always been a planner, to a fault if you asked Neil Hargrove. But Dottie was also a doer, and if something needed to be done, she’d make sure it was done right. “What are we waiting for, then? It’ll be my treat. Maybe we can stop for burgers after. You’re not too cool for burgers now, too, are you?”

“mom  wrestling  a  shark?  that’s  funny.”  but  not  as  funny  as  her  face  and  sigh  at  him  about  his  commentary  about  vans  and  soccer  moms  that  he  sees  once  he’s  walking  back  from  the  kitchen,  it  makes  him  laugh  before  his  thoughts  revert  back  to  the  previous  conversation  once  it  lingers  longer  on  his  mind.  

“i  would,  too.”  he  blurts,  saying  it  without  needing  to  think  it.  exactly  like  the  way  he’d  actually  react  to  a  shark  or  another  animal  or  anything  for  that  matter  posing  as  a  threat  to  his  mother.  the  person  he  loves  most  in  the  world.  he  already  has  faced  a  monster  for  her,  even  when  he  was  smaller.  one  that’s  human  with  flesh  and  he’d  do  it  again  if  he  had  to.  “i  mean,  i’d  join  in  on  the  wrestling  match  with  the  shark  once  it  was  no  longer  interested  in  me.  it’d  be  my  turn  to  wrestle  it  once  it  thinks  it’s  going  to  get  to  you.”  behind  the  playful  smiles  &  quips,  he  means  that.  they  share  the  same  fiercely  protective  instinct  and  can’t  be  more  proud  that  it’s  obvious  he  got  it  from  her.   

“of  course  there’ll  be.  i  promise.  ––when  we  go  really  fast,  you  know?”  laughing  playfully  then  blond  curls  brush  against  his  neck  at  the  shake  of  his  head,  “i’m  not  too  cool  for  burgers.”  he  snorts,  already  going  to  his  room  to  go  get  the  camaro  keys.  smile  on  his  face  indicates  he  likes  that  idea.  she  just  made  it  that  much  more  fun  by  suggesting  that  after  the  store.

comes  back  with  black  chuck  taylors  and  plops  down  on  the  couch  for  a  second,  pulling  the  high  top  shoes  onto  his  feet.  “you  don’t  have  to  pay  for  the  cassette  though.”  after  both  shoes  are  tied,  he  rises  again  and  reaches  behind  him.  pulls  out  his  wallet  from  back  pocket  real  quick  before  they  leave,  showing  her  what’s  inside,   “look,  i  made  a  fifty  for  replacing  the  fan  belt  on  the  neighbor  down  the  street’s  car  the  other  day  and  a  fifty  for  cutting  grass.  not  counting  the  other  money  i’ve  already  got  put  back,  but  this  is  spending  money.  so  if  you  want  anything,  i’ll  buy  it  this  time  mom.”  he  tells  her  with  a  soft  smile,  putting  the  wallet  back  into  his  pocket.  it’s  the  least  he  can  do,  he  thinks.  plus  he  wants  to  share  it  with  her.

[shepherds-of-haven]

Sorry if you've answered something like this before, but how do the ROs + Halek + Caine act at a skating rink? How well would each of them be at roller skating or rollerblading?

Thanks for the fun question!

Blade: I highly doubt you could ever get Blade to rollerblade... putting wheels on his feet?? when he might need to kick people?? he's not an effective fighter on wheels 😫 but if this were an AU where that wasn't a concern, he'd probably reluctantly be coaxed into it and would be a very elegant and precise skater, able to pick it up effortlessly all while skating with a look of unimpressed exasperation on his face 😑😒 honestly he’d probably have his fill after like 20 minutes and go hide in the lobby because everything was too loud 

Trouble: he'd be an extremely enthusiastic but somewhat chaotic skater! I could totally see him growing up in an AU where he played like street hockey as a child so he'd be comfortable with like chasing people around the rink or trying to pick them up and lift them over his head, that kind of thing. He’s definitely going to try to coordinate some synchronized group dance routine to Eye of the Tiger or something. The rink would probably kick him out for posing a danger to others LOL

Tallys: she'd be a very lovely skater--I could totally see an AU where she was an incredible professional ice skater!!! 😱 That image just came to me, idk if that skill actually translates to rollerskating, but she'd be a sight to behold and quite captivating in her grace and elegance and fluidity! She'd probably want calmer music and would be slightly annoyed by all the little kids criss-crossing into her path everywhere... and by Trouble barreling through intermittently lmao... but overall she’d be quietly enjoying herself!

Shery: she'd totally use roller skates instead of rollerblades and would look all cute in her long skirt and her hair in a ponytail! She'd probably be a bit timid, but she'd manage well enough... she'd definitely cling to the edge of the rink, though, and would be a bit scared of going towards the center of the rink without a wall nearby to grab onto, and if someone encouraged her to skate with them, they'd definitely have to let her hold their arm!

Riel: rollerskate? and snap an ankle? no thank you. He will sit at a table in the food court area and work on his laptop. Or write down all of the liability/insurance issues he sees and contemplate on whether a skating rink would be a good way to launder money

Chase: pure chaos on wheels. He's technically an excellent skater and could be very agile and fluid, but put wheels on his feet and he only lives for Speed. Everyone around him is plunged into a world of Pure Stress. Can he attempt parkour while wearing skates? Can he slide in between someone’s legs on his knees? They're all about to find out. The rink is his captive audience. It's Chase's world now and you're just living in it.

Red: he'd be a decent skater, not like he's going to be winning any medals, but he can get to point A to point B confidently with no trouble! He prefers as little fanciness as possible and just knows how to go in a straight line at all times. But if he has a crush on you, he'll come up with some excuse to hold your hand and pull you along to the music! Around and around in endless circles... 

Ayla: SHE LIVES FOR THE SKATE. she'd probably be really into roller derby and would be a pretty aggressive skater, able to body-slam people or shove them aside with ease. She probably wouldn't do that at a casual roller skating rink full of kids, but she'd definitely be a big show-off, zooming around and making everybody eat her dust! She’d probably turn everything into a race or a trick contest!

Briony: she probably wouldn't be a very good skater... she'd actually probably be something of a menace. Just something about it wouldn’t click for her! She'd have trouble maintaining her balance and would flail and flap her arms hard enough to start levitating! She's better off waddling around the carpeted arcade area in her skates and playing arcade games and racking up prize points while everybody else has fun 😭 maybe Riel or Blade can help her lol, or she could happily eat snacks and junk food in the food court with Halek and Lavinet!

Lavinet: she'd probably use rollerskates instead of roller blades and would be quite good at it, but not very interested in skating overall! She’d likely lose interest after about half an hour (after she got her requisite pictures and/or video) and would probably spend the rest of the time accompanying Briony or posing in the photo booth. I could see her gossiping furiously at a table in the food court over popcorn and slushies!

Halek: he'd probably be as lazy of a skater as possible and would just coast in a straight line as much as possible, standing completely straight while other people pushed him around like a pinball, not actually exerting any force or momentum of his own. Kind of like a scarecrow or someone doing the T-pose and just whooshing by looking completely bored glfdgjdf he’d be most interested in dawdling around by the food area or taking a smoke break outside in the parking lot LMAO

Caine: he'd be a typical kid at a roller rink, excited and hyper and probably more confident than he has any right to be. He'd probably be quite good at skating, and maybe a little bit cocky about it, too, like trying to skate circles around more cautious skaters like Red or Shery!

Chandry: he probably owns the skate rink 🤡 Or at least mans the prize counter